[center][h1][color=green]Ozpin[/color][/h1]
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The pale haired professor looked to the newcomer, his eyebrow quirked. At that moment, the sight of a large nevermore in the distance was tackled by a boy with erratically dark hair. Ozpin looked over at the commotion and took a sip of his coffee, only to find no more was left with a frown. He stood up from where he sat, nodding to the platforms.

[color=green]"Go on. Launch yourself. Some of us have important matters to be on time for."[/color]

With that he was gone. Glynda stood up from where she sat as well, frowning with her riding crop risen.

"Just... launch yourself." She huffed, obviously annoyed.

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[center][h1][color=gold]Rood von Rah[/color][/h1]
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As they were picked up and the force of the speed hit his sensitive eyes, Rood was forced to keep his eyes shut. He ducked his head, grunting as his hands felt the grip of the harsh talons at his waist. He could barely hear the voice of the black haired boy over the torrential wind flying past his slowly-becoming-more-frigid ears. The blonde managed to barely crack his eye open, only catching the silhouette of the other kid doing something with his weapon and outstretching his hand to him. Rood, groaning, struggled to pull his arm free before gripping his temporary partner by his offered arm. This time, he was able to barely make out what he asked. In response, he shouted over the tempest.

[color=gold]"Rood... Rood von Rah!"[/color]

He managed to wriggle his second arm free and wasted no time raising it up straight, and then bringing it sharply down upon the talon. Moments before he had, the slight crackle in the air around the front of his arm was visible, making the speed of his arm into a blur. Fast enough that it had sliced clean through the talon, causing the feetless grimm to screech in agony. He would have fallen with the dismembered talon had he not been gripping Vlad's arm. He held on tight, grunting... then, using his free hand covered in chains, he lashed his arm out, prompting the chain to go soaring. It wrapped around the neck of the giant nevermore, the tip of the whip flowering out into a pistol which blew bullets straight into the Nevermore's neck. This did nothing more than make the grimm shriek and begin to spiral to the opposite sides of the incoming fire. The great bird crashed into a tree by the angle of its wing and plummeted down, causing the two bodies attached to disconnect and soar through the air ahead. It clearly, however, was still not finished.