Give you a yell? Sure, easy for you to say when you're this large and confident... Tina internally sulked, but nodded to show that she heard and agreed. Thankfully, the giant seemed to get the hint and didn't try to start any conversations with her for now. Part of her wanted to make the excuse that speaking less would draw less attention to them by virtue of making less noise, but the more rational half just scolded her for being antisocial. Besides, Cyrus was making a hell of a lot of noise just pushing his way through smaller bushes and brushing past low-hanging branches that the smaller girl would have just slipped past silently, so even that was out of the question.

While Cyrus busied himself with bushwhacking a path, Tina stayed on alert and pulsed her radar every so often now that she wasn't alone. Despite the noise, it somehow seemed that the Grimm weren't attracted by the noise, or they didn't hear it? Instead, the dots encircled the pair at a reasonably safe distance...not attacking, but not content to let them roam in whichever direction they pleased either. Since the growling from the pack was fairly obvious at that point, she didn't feel the need to alert Cyrus or draw her weapons - yet. But with their numbers, it was imperative that they find other Hunters, whether Tina liked it or not.

It didn't come as a surprise to Tina to see two students half lying, half standing in the river - she'd observed the irregular movement long before she actually laid eyes on them, one girl - Praise be, I won't be surrounded by only males for the next few years! - and one boy, black pole raised defensively and staring in their opposite direction. In a flash her own revolvers were out and trained at the same slope. The other male's senses must have been sharp, for a pair of beady red eyes poked over the edge. Then two more, and two more, two more - with a razor-sharp, amber yellow stinger dangling overhead. Without a word, Tina opened fire on the Deathstalker, aiming to blind at least an eye or two and possibly deter it from attacking the closer duo on the streambed. Obviously this would draw the attention of the pack behind them, but better Beowolves than a Deathstalker.

Opening the recruitment for more people now that the threads all seem to be going well.

Rather than waiting to try to make multiple teams the plan is just to make a team of the first four that sign up.

Nathan came to a stop splayed and facing upwards, water cooling his head and back. He briefly thanked the very concept of Aura for preventing having the wind knocked out of him and clambered to his feet ASAP, looking to where he'd just rolled down from and holding Ergia in a defensive posture. He quickly scanned the area to locate the black figure and managed to do so as it jumped to standing position off to his left. He couldn't even tell anything about it with how quick he'd taken a look, but that was far from being something that mattered at the moment - it was person-shaped and that was enough.

"You okay?", he asked in an unnervingly neutral tone as he slowly stepped closer to what was ostensibly his newly-assigned partner, eyes still trained on the slope above.

"Prism."

She barely gets the words out before shit goes sideways up ahead -- the the mystery flare moves high into the air. The hummingbird can see the beacon pulse, a bright white with a tinge of... green? The screech of Grimm reverberates through the trees, and the hummingbird's on her feet and following her new partner into the fray before the sound clears treetops.

She's moving from branch to branch at this point, shifting and swinging until she settles onto a steady limb at the edge of the clearing. She pulls Hawkseye tight to her shoulder, stares down the scope, and...

"Mark!"

The first bullet embeds itself in the first of the trio Juno's targeting, cleanly eviscerating the Beowolf's skull before Juno's sword tangles its intestines. This is the first time that Prism's managed to get a good look at their supposed rescuees. The initiator their scrum is a blonde dog faunus with a robotic-looking limbs and a baseball bat in one hand, the other extended for a perfectly-timed fist bump opportunity. The other is a nervous-looking stringbean of a boy, with a sniper rifle and a pea-green semblance that vaguely matches the ghostly lantern floating above the clearing. The mystery light must be her semblance.

...And this is her new team. A bimbo, her douchebag, and a stringbean. "Cover fire incoming!" The next two years will be interesting.

Three more shots ring out in short order. One buries itself in the eyeball of the Beowolf nearest the new duo, forcing a clean disintegration. The other hit head-and-shoulders of two more approaching, forcing them to stagger and buying precious time for the three on the ground. "Name's Prism, that's Juno! Reloading!"

"Lavender," She said, giving a confident smile. She kept running and didn't slow her pace. "Lavender du Lac. Where you from, Yasha?"

Despite the falling students Lavender had yet to see any Grimm. Was it because they were too excited? The monsters thrived on negative emotions after all and it wouldn't be that farfetched to think maybe they got attracted to a struggling student. She shivered at the thought, but with this many people around there wouldn't be much worry, especially since the majority of them probably came from pre-huntsman academies.

Lavender picked up the pace. The ruins weren't that far off now, but there were still plenty of places for obstacles to show up. Debris and natural outcrops make for perfect ambush spots, and the cliffsides could conveniently block their view of fliers. She gripped her spear shaft tighter, wondering if shifting it to a sword would fit better with all the clutter around. Trees and boulders alike.