Endurance B3C7

"These are the ruins?" I asked. "Somehow, I imagined something more."

We'd just crested the hill after a short and rocky climb. It wasn't so much a mountain as a raised platform I half-expected had been man made over a thousand years ago. Now, it was a grassy and rocky plateau. Atop that, the ruins of whatever this had been stood, but they were broken down and ragged – with several pillars and archways half-buried into the grass. Moss and lichen had taken over what remained.

"What did you expect?" Ren huffed, climbing up beside me. The Monk had handled the exertion far worse than I had, but that was nothing compared to Weiss, who looked like she was dying. Ren shook some sweat from his brow. "It's a ruin. Those don't tend to stay in one piece."

"The ones in Atlas were fairly well preserved. I guess I thought this would be like that."

"The Fang was a mostly inaccessible mountain filled with Grimm. This is a tall hill less than a quarter of a mile off the main road, which has until recently been fairly safe."

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I hummed my agreement as I leaned over the edge and extended a hand, helping Ruby up onto the top, and then reaching down for Weiss as well. The two whispered their thanks and slumped beside Ren, panting. The others had no problem with the climb, having far more Constitution. Nora looked eager for more, while Blake had scaled the rocks with like some kind of mountain goat.

"If you're winded from this, then I'm not sure how we're supposed to fight the Grimm atop here," I said. "If it can fly, it's going to pick us off the hillside while we're exposed."

"We'll – ha – think of something," Weiss said between harsh breaths. She made to continue talking, but gave up with a groan and pressed her face to the wet grass. "I hate this."

"What, exertion?" Yang cackled. "You could stand to work on your stamina, princess."

Weiss growled something back, but I ignored them and moved warily into the ruins.