[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
Vlad had had the idea that, after cutting the leg of the Nevermore away, he would use his weapons to grapple and climb his way up its body, then use Maw to hack at its wing until something was severed, dislocated, or otherwise damaged in a way that was irreparable, at least in the short term. A grounded Nevermore, after all, is a far less dangerous opponent, especially with one and a half missing feet.

He had [i]had[/i] that idea, but it had gone off the rails the moment this Rood figure decided to use his arm as a rope swing. It seemed Rood's Semblance involved something along the lines of "cut through just about anything", given that Rood had done in one strike what it would have taken Vlad several more to finish off. Not that he was complaining - apparently, shooting the thing in the neck with a weapon oddly similar to Vlad's own was just as effective as hacking at its wings - but it did come with the slight disadvantage that both humans were now spiralling through the air, somewhat out of control, in spite of their respective grapples.

No matter, though. So far as Vlad could see, they were both still gripping on to one another's forearms, and as it happened, his gun hadn't been torn from his hand. Resetting its grapple and looking to see where they were headed, he aimed Breath, opened its beartrap up, and fired it, the device latching on to a tree branch as it had before, not doing much to halt their descent before the grapple began to retract, dragging them both toward the branch. Shortly, after a few moments of swinging over and round repeatedly until their momentum expired, Vlad found himself holding on to the branch by Breath's grapple, some twenty or thirty feet from the ground, with Rood's own weight hanging off of him to boot. And of course, the majority of the grapple's metallic rope was now wrapped round the branch. Oh, what a [i]joy[/i] unwinding that was going to be.

"Well, Rood," Vlad started dismissively, looking down to assess the drop, "you did a [i]fine[/i] job of declawing that giant bastard. Taking it out of the sky, not so much. Now, how do you feel about going down there and finishing it off?" He looked to Rood for an answer, the prior grin starting to return as he relished the thought of a halfway-challenging fight, even if it was with a crippled opponent.