[center][h1][color=steelblue]Bonny Mako[/color][/h1]

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Bonny reached into her pack for some more cannonballs to load, but was interrupted by the sound of about twenty Grimm being viciously mauled in a hurricane of over the top carnage and violence, with a little salty language mixed in. So, another student then.

The shark Faunus turned around to help the person she assumed would be her partner from now on, only to catch a look from the pasty-lookin' bloke, who was currently beating back a batallion of Beowolves. Bonny sighed.

"Well damn. Might as well see how he does, I s'pose."

Bonny leaned back against a tree, and resumed loading her cannon while continuing to watch the fight. She'd had her suspicions that the pasty giant had more talk than he had walk, but she saw now he'd earned the "tall, dark and edgy" look as he mauled an alpha Beowolf with his bare hands, breaking its back over his knee like a steroid-fueled lucha libre. 

"Not bad," she said to herself, running through all the different ways she might've handled it in her head. 

Then he mounted it and started beating it to death with the blunt side of his weapon, which was just excessive. Certainly he could've stopped after the twentieth time? 

That's when he finally turned around and looked at her, before turning around again and cursing quietly to himself. Bonny frowned. She took offense to that. Then he walked over to her with the fakest looking shark smile (she should know) and said a bunch of vaguely mean things while calling her "Sharky".

[QUOTE]"How does [i]that[/i] make you feel?"[/QUOTE]

Bonny shrugged.

"Meh. Glad me back isn't being trusted to some green Jack Tar who doesn't know their way around a dozen odd Grimm or so I s'pose. Now, come on then! Stop hanging the jib and let's make haste! We're both measured fer our chains now, so let's get the blasted key!"