Somewhat keeps count of the grimm

“Jaune!” She shouted before muttering something to her team, telling them to give her a moment. Then she ran ahead of them to reach my side, eyes focused on the cleared away hole in the ground. “How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad,” I answered quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. “A lot of Grimm are coming up. At least five digits worth.”

She nodded tightly.

“And your father?” She asked.

“On his way. He went into the tunnels a few hours ago to check things out, but something delayed him. I contacted him just now, told him what was happening, and he’ll be here in just a minute. Right now, I’m just working on setting up barriers; Safe Haven’s already up.”