Cold wind rushed against Gray's face. He felt his dark hair whipping back and forth as he fell. An expanse of trees laid below him, surrounded by large cliffs. The Emerald Forest closely resembled an arena of sorts. The Sun was just rising in the distance, making a beautiful array of orange and pink in the sky. Gray could only admire it for a quick moment, his mind pausing through the chaos of roaring wind around him.
Gray looked around him. He needed to know who was landing near him so he could avoid them on the ground. He spotted three figures soaring a distance away from him on his left, and two accompanied him on his right, much closer than the others. He couldn't make out who any of them were, the wind causing him to blink constantly.
As the ground approached faster and faster, Gray knew he'd need his weapon to survive the fall. He reached for the crimson red handle peaking from his shoulder, swinging it to his front side. A long, black, sleek blade pierced through the air. A long barrel rested along the blade's back, leading down to an odd handle guard, slanting itself downwards. A trigger protruded from the handle, undoubtedly connected to the barrel. Gray had designed the weapon back at Signal Academy like everyone else, but he had designed one of the most praised weapons in the history of that school.
Gray wrapped his finger around the trigger, firing directly to the ground. He needed to slow his momentum before he reached the treeline. The guns recoil was slight, but the power behind each shot was immense. He managed four more shots before he was even with the leaves. He had slowed, but not enough. He spun his blade, reared it over his own head, and plowed it straight into a large trunk, cutting through the bark as he descended.
Gray rose his legs and kicked off of the tree. The force tore his blade from the tree, and he leapt backwards. He brought his legs above him, as he flipped once and fell to the ground. Throwing a hand to the ground, he landed on his feet, crouching on impact.
Gray's eyes darted around him, searching for anyone or anything. He could only see the brush and trees surrounding him. He paused for a moment, listening. The soft wind and sounds of swaying leaves whispered in his ears.
After a long moment, he stood tall, sheathing his blade silently over his shoulder. "I have to find her," he thought to himself. "I have to." Gray started running, hoping he would get to her before anyone got to him. "She won't get caught," he assured himself, "I just have to avoid everyone until she can get to me."
With that, he kept running, deeper and deeper into the thick, green forest.
Silver was ecstatic. Her first test to become a Huntress had just begun. Her dream was finally coming true. She had just left the ground, seeing a view of unimaginable beauty. The blend of colors struck her instantly as she soared through the air. She gave a smile as the wind pulled on her bright hair. The wind seemed deafening, but there was also a certain calmness to it. She was feeling something that she hadn't felt often without Gray next to her. The moment seemed like an eternity to her, only ending when she felt her stomach drop.
Silver began to plummet towards the lush trees below. Her mind was pulled back to reality as she began to panic slightly. She reached over her shoulder, grazing her sniper's barrel, checking to see if it was there. She felt a wave of relief, knowing that sniper would save her life in a few moments.
The ground was closing in fast. Silver gripped her weapon and pulled it to her front side. Her black sniper sat sleek in her hands, a firm grip adding support in front of a small magazine. It was far from a standard weapon, it was larger than a normal sniper, and instead where most neat edges should have been, there were jagged, mirrored edges. A white stripe running along the body and barrel. It was a glossy weapon, smooth across its entirety.
