[color=aba000][center]Orlan Price - Beacon Cliffs - Tuesday Morning[/center][/color]

When the announcement came, Orlan had followed the rest of those leaving the ballroom to the lockers to deposit his bag, and then out into the sun and onto the cliffs. Axios in hand in it's spear form, he takes his place on the first empty platform he comes across. Ozpin's speech only widened the smile that already spread across his face. Today seemed to be much more suited for him. Decisive action, plenty of enemies, and a proper challenge.

When the first student launched, Orlan had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He quickly corrected that mistake though, realizing that he could bite off part of his lip on impact if he wasn't careful. Now informed of their method of travel, however, he twisted the center section of Axios to prepare the weapon to fire. Setting his legs shoulder width apart with knees bent, he waited for the mechanisms below him to begin their movement. Managing to time it right, he pushed off just as the patform threw him, causing his flight to be more straightforward and lower than it otherwise might have been.

His spear in both hands, Orlan narrowed his eyes eyes he flew threw the air. He had eight shots, and had to make each one count. When he neared a tree, he thrust Axios towards it. Rather than embedding the tips of the splayed spearheads, this caused the weapon's segments to push together and fire. The blast slowed Orlan's momentum and allowed him to control it to some degree. Four more blasts in rapid succession echoed through the air as he progressed in this manner, forward and eventually, down.