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[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
Vlad had found himself walking for a few minutes, with not much to see or hear aside from trees, plants, and birds. At least, not until the sounds of quite a vicious and explosive fight came to his ear. He wondered who that could be making such noise, as he began to run toward the fight - somebody with a gun, obviously, and it sounded quite strong too. Maybe the blond-haired prettyboy? Or perhaps that one Faunus with the stag horns? Or maybe shorty had hidden a gun on him somewhere, and didn't want to mention it? Vlad pondered at the possibilities, eager to find out.

He found himself in a clearing, on the opposite side to the one person he rather desperately didn't want to be teamed with for the next four years. She did, as it happened, have a cannon on her person... and what was that he'd imagined about her pre-emptively burning down forests earlier? Because the Ursa she'd just fought was running away, fur on fire, with her seeing it off as it ran, then mentioning something about reloading. It didn't appear that she'd heard him enter, and as it happened, she was facing away from him. Now, what had Ozpin's exact words been? Oh yes, "the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner". No eye contact yet, so no obligation to team up, right? With that decided, Vlad silently turned to leave, and was promptly knocked on his back (and his weapons away from him) by a Beowolf lunging from nowhere, teeth trying to tear his face off, only held back by fast reflexes and two hands between its jaws, which he now exerted a fair amount of effort to pull apart until a pair of loud cracking noises occurred, and the Grimm's body fell limp atop him. The dead weight was rolled aside, Vlad grabbed his gun and his sword, and it was at this point that he realised that he was now surrounded by the rest of the Beowolf's pack. Some ten or so creatures, all snarling viciously at him (and, he noticed, ignoring Sharky for the time being), and led by a slightly bigger, slightly more ornate Beowolf that he assumed was the alpha.

He looked around himself to assess these odds, nodded once or twice, then managed to mutter "Well, goody," to himself before every wolf charged him at once. His escape was made with a great upward leap over the group, landing just outside the melee and bringing his sword down one-handed on the neck of the nearest, unprepared Grimm, half-decapitating it and ending its life in one blow, with another two or three gunned down and the sword freed before the rest regrouped and attacked again. This time, the Blood Dragon was better prepared to fight back: Breath unfurled into its trap form, only to clamp back down on one of the lunging Beowolves, keeping it held as Maw swung round and slashed into its body, once, twice, before the hapless Grimm was brought round into another lunging creature with enough force to break its neck.

The gun unfurled from its victim, and was promptly fired, sending the grapple straight into another of the creatures and knocking it back some even as Vlad's attention turned to a twinned assault from two other pack members, Maw's blade slicing through one's skull, and Breath's hilt cracking into the other's, stunning it for the moment, and giving him time to draw back the grapple on his gun, dragging the trapped foe toward him at significant speed. He readied himself, then just as it drew near, released Breath's beartrap-like grip, at the same time throwing a punch that combined with the Beowolf's own momentum to shatter its skullpiece outright. As the corpse dropped down and began to disintegrate, Vlad took the opportunity to unload the remaining bullets in Maw into the previously-dazed Grimm, slaying the final opponent.

Final, save for the alpha, which almost seemed to take note of Vlad's empty weapon, and sprung toward him full force, ready to slash out his throat given the opportunity. But, alas, in vain: Vladimir's gun moved up, and the clip was ejected directly into the alpha's face, distracting it and letting Vlad reload properly, only to double the beast over with a jab to the solar plexus. Vlad took a moment to decide whether ending the creature now was worth it, then resheathed his weapons, made his hands into fists and swung directly into the wolf's snout, knocking it down on the spot; a kick or two to the head to daze it swiftly followed, and then the alpha was lifted over Vlad's head momentarily, before being brought down full-force on to his knee, shattering its back and forcing a howl of pain from its broken body.

Leader thoroughly broken, the still-living alpha Beowolf was chucked to the ground, writhing in agony. Drawing his sword again, Vlad casually walked over to the creature, straddled it across its chest to hold its arms in place, then deliberately brought Maw's hilt down into the thickest part of its skull, over and over and over, pausing just once to see if it was still alive, then doubling up the blows until, after some thirty to thirty five strikes, the thing finally expired. He allowed it to aerosolise beneath him before taking a deep breath, resheathing Maw, and returning to his feet.

And then he realised he was looking directly at the shark Faunus. He quickly turned away, covering his eyes with one hand and muttering "No, hell, hell no, God damn it," and wondering if he had yet looked into her eyes, whether it had happened accidentally during his fight, or perhaps whether he'd done it just then. He thought he hadn't? No, he was quite sure that he hadn't, and even if he had, there was no way he'd ever, ever... he gritted his teeth, then finally released something halfway between a sigh of resignation and a groan of disgust. Clearly, Ozpin's intent had been that one formed a pair with the first student they saw at all, and that following the letter of what had been said rather than the spirit would somehow be figured out, and probably reprimanded in some way or another. Relenting to the inevitability of fate, Vlad turned back to the Faunus and walked over, putting on a fake, too-wide smile to display his unhappiness with the situation. "Well, Sharky," he said in a tone of manufactured, sarcastic glee that matched his facial expression as he approached, "I guess we're partners now. For [i]four years.[/i] Give or take a few months. How does [i]that[/i] make you feel?"

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