Grimm had made it into the city. Things were just short of the worst case scenario. Monsters within the city. At the very least, they had been given an alarm beforehand so that civilians could be evacuated. Bellmuse was short on Hunters. That much had been made obvious to Warren time and time again. It was the whole reason why the Academy here had been built, to draw in more talent. Still, it surprised him just how often it was students that were called upon to hold back the tide of the Grimm.
He could hear the sound of fighting in the distance. Either other Hunters who had engaged in their own fights, what remained of civilian forces; police and the like. The majority of them should've withdrawn by now, but there were still a few stragglers funneling out of the area or pinned down. Warren himself waited at the front of a blockade, a series of concrete blocks and wooden fences arrayed in front of him, more as a sign to keep people away than any true defense as the Grimm could easily break through something put together so haphazardly. He adjusted one gauntlet and rolled his shoulders tensely. He hated this. The waiting. The signal had yet to be given for him to rush off quite yet, and so he was stuck, simply idling while others fought. It frustrated him. The boy couldn't help but pace slowly back and forth. He reached one hand under his helmet to rub at his face. How much longer...?
He could hear the sound of fighting in the distance. Either other Hunters who had engaged in their own fights, what remained of civilian forces; police and the like. The majority of them should've withdrawn by now, but there were still a few stragglers funneling out of the area or pinned down. Warren himself waited at the front of a blockade, a series of concrete blocks and wooden fences arrayed in front of him, more as a sign to keep people away than any true defense as the Grimm could easily break through something put together so haphazardly. He adjusted one gauntlet and rolled his shoulders tensely. He hated this. The waiting. The signal had yet to be given for him to rush off quite yet, and so he was stuck, simply idling while others fought. It frustrated him. The boy couldn't help but pace slowly back and forth. He reached one hand under his helmet to rub at his face. How much longer...?