[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
Having followed after Rood as he charged away to the clearing, Vlad found himself accompanying him, Rowan, and Bonny as a misshapen [i]thing[/i] emerged from the ground. A Falthon, going by the tall blond's panicked yells. The creature's breath was akin to that of a corpse farm, bad enough that it made the shark Faunus' seem like a rose bath in comparison. It had bat-like wings, yet this was the only part of it that might be construed as being from a real animal, for the bone ridges and too-narrow waist and hundreds of mouths and faces across its body. In short, it was nightmarish to behold.

Vlad found himself smirking at the challenge, and would surely have attacked recklessly if Rood and Bonny hadn't decided to be cowards- he believed they were being cowardly for little reason, anyway- and run off. Or rather, if Rood hadn't run off, and Bonny gone and stumbled into Rowan, asking to be carried. [i]It's almost like she's drained her entire aura without even trying,[/i] Vlad thought to himself. [i]How the hell did she do that in just a few minutes, against[/i] a single Grimm [i]of all things?[/i]

Rolling his eyes, he sheathed his weapons and charged past the two, grabbing Bonny from Rowan with a yell of "I'm stronger than you!" and lugging her over his shoulder as he ran. "If you want to help," Vlad said to her, "shoot at it if you see it. I have my ways of providing speed boosts if we need them."