Colors of Remnant

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"Officer Ritter, surely you do not intend to reason with this beast? Leave it in the cold to join its-" The voice was cut off by the click of a sword returning to its scabbard and locking. The graying-haired male's silence seemed to be its own answer to the younger male, who furrowed his brow but backed off, grumbling. The Specialist walked up to the young girl holding a spear clearly not sized for her. She had just slain the downed Grimm that his team had been dispatched to kill. A young female Faunus had snuck in past a group of Military's awareness and slain their target right from under their noses, yet she clearly only had eyes for that creature instead of making an attack on the humans. That in itself was quite interesting to the leader of the unit. Quite interesting indeed.

"We will escort this girl out of the cold, as she is the one responsible for the dissipation of the target. If any others choose to speak out, they will need to file a report on why they were forced to walk the return trip. Do I make myself clear?" The group simply nodded in unison, before the Specialist returned his gaze to the Faunus. "Do you have a home to return to, small huntress? Would you be opposed to joining in our own hunt?" The girl looked surprised but shook her head and then nodded, in response to the questions.