[color=ed1c24][h1]Rowan D. Valinn[/h1][/color]
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Rowan finished applying the Dust on his gloves. He put them on, curling his fingers over the warm fabric. To give them a little test, Rowan punched his hands together, setting off a small explosion. The Dust wasn’t meant to be the power of his attacks; it was simply meant to knock his opponent off guard. It was, however, his only viable way of fighting Grimm. His Semblance only activated against creatures with an Aura, which Grimm severely lacked. This meant his fighting style changed depending on the nature of the battle. Against Grimm, he offered more raw strength. Rowan handled humans with much more finesse than the Grimm. 

Satisfied with his gloves, Rowan started to approach the two professors, intending on getting some answers as to what they were going to be doing. He was turned off of that idea, though, when Professor Goodwitch cracked her riding crop at the two students in front of her.

“Probably don’t want to get on her bad side,” He muttered to himself. The professor was surprisingly intimidating. She didn’t immediately come across as threatening, but Rowan developed a sense of fear after witnessing her so casually disciplining the two students.

Rowan felt a sudden breeze, followed by a loud humming. It gradually grew louder, causing Rowan to look up. The sight of a large aircraft made Rowan bring his arms up to shield his face. Loose leaves and sticks flew from the source of the gust. The aircraft turned to have its side face the group of students, revealing a young man hidden behind shadow. The shadow was not able to completely mask his appearance, though. His lower half was covered in armor, but his upper half was completely bare, save for what appeared to be red paint. The man jumped from the aircraft, his armor producing a loud clatter as he landed. The man walked with a purpose, and that purpose was probably to commit unspeakable acts upon the group in front of him.

“Hey, anyone know if this guy is going to kill us?!” He half-shouted over the sounds of the aircraft. As if he were answering his question, Professor Ozpin went up to the student and shook his hand. Rowan lowered his arms as the winds from the aircraft settled. 

“Aw man, I kind of wanted to fight,” He said. He didn’t intend for anyone to hear it, but he made no effort to say it quietly. Rowan started getting antsy, itching for a fight. Whether it was Grimm or human, he anticipated the moment he would be able to release some steam.