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The armour was rendering Svanhild unable to affect it. She wasn't surprised by it; after all, one of the maxims of planning was that plans often failed upon first contact. It was, however, massively irritating; she'd have to get rid of the armour. She would have to take it out on something.

Like these unfortunate Grimm who'd had the misfortune of drawing her attention. She turns to Silver a moment.
"Be a dear and break that armour for me, will you?"
Then to the unfortunate Grimm who were going to know exactly what being scared for their lives felt like.
Visions of Madness on Ursa C and Beowolf D

"Uh... yeah, I guess that works! I really don't see any reason why not, heheh." Faith puts her hands to her cheeks, presently just as pleased as punch.

"Well....that's a thing, I suppose. Yeah."
Minato seems half-surprised and half-pleased.

Svanhild, meanwhile, concentrates on the Beringel, sticking close to Silver for now. She would join the battle later, but her Semblance being what it was, it was better employed to sow chaos in their ranks for her and her allies to exploit.

She glances over at Silver momentarily, before looking back at the Beringel, her mind's eye gazing upon it, attempting to sow the seeds of paranoia in its mind that would drive it to attack the other Grimm, perceiving them as creatures that would tear it apart, devour it and visit various horrific fates upon it.

It was true that Grimm minds were different, altogether alien to the Children of Dust. There were fewer weaknesses to assail, fewer vulnerabilities and fears, mainly primal ones; fears of fire, of water, of death. The creatures even fed on fear, complicating matters.

But they had fear. And that was all that Svanhild needed. The best tacticians could work with the smallest number, and Svanhild Feuerwald was nothing if not a good tactician.

"Wait! We must have the wall up first. We can't risk the Grimm getting in."

"As do I."
Svanhild looks over the Grimm, her hand grasping Eckesachs. A simple enough plan of attack for this; strong Grimm may have been present, but a small horde of Beowolves and what appeared to be a Beringel were no match for the formidable team she had here.

Minato, for the first time, seems a little lost for words. He rubs the back of his head, trying to play it off.
"I....well....I suppose we could go anytime you're free, if you'd like."

Magenta turns to follow her brother. "We should hurry - if they're civilians then they can't last long against Grimm."

"Agreed. We should, however, take a few moments to assess the situation. See what we're dealing with first."