[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
[i]Well,[/i] Vladimir thought to himself, [i]they're dead. Shame about Rowan, but it's less competition, I suppose.[/i] He didn't have time to think much else before being snatched up by an oversized Grimm claw and, alongside the blonde-haired character, the sole student who came close to his own height and weight, dragged higher and higher into the sky.

"What was I saying about leaving before we got snuck up upon?" Vlad said out loud to nobody in particular, not sure if his words were lost to the wind or not. In spite of his situation, a grin started to sneak on to his face, a practically foolproof plan to kill this Nevermore already forming in his mind. Slipping the tablet into his armour and drawing his weapons, he aimed the gun at the Nevermore's underbelly, beartrap mechanism unfolding as he took aim, then fired it straight up, the grapple lodging itself in the avian's flesh and collapsing to grant a firm grip, much to the creature's consternation. With that out of the way, and maintaining a hold on the pistol's grip, he began to swing his sword toward the creature's leg, hacking into it to try and sever the muscles, tendons, and bone (though most of the bones in its leg had shattered to the point of uselessness by the second or third hit, hollow as they were) that lay beneath its skin.

"By the by, we never did introduce ourselves, did we?" the pale teen mentioned to Rood offhandedly, pausing halfway through his efforts to sheath his sword and extend a hand toward his fellow victim. "The name's Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka. And you?"

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