As Isaac soared through the air clutching his weapon as tightly as humanly possible without causing injury, he appeared to be mouthing something, however the actual sounds were masked by the rush of wind as it passed him by. Were his words capable of being heard, one would quickly discover that he was cursing everything in creation, though nothing bore the full brunt of his ire quite like Ozpin, whom was receiving the lion's share of curses as Isaac continued to unwillingly defy gravity. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, even a hate fueled rant to end all rants, something Isaac realized as he noticed the ground rapidly approaching. "Alright Fría, here we go baby!" He barked as he tightened the straps on his goggles and reared his arm back. Just as he was about to pass the first tree, Isaac lashed out with his weapon, shattering most of the ice coating, but miraculously slowing his ascent without much trouble as the inwardly curved serrated blades tore through the tree with a loud rasp. Once he'd reached a comfortable enough height, Isaac pulled his weapon free and rolled onto the ground bellow with a loud grunt.
"Of all the crazy ideas i've bore witness to, how the flying hell did THIS ONE end up not being illegal?!", He hissed as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Isaac turned to few his handiwork for a moment; the once unmarred tree now sported an eight meter long gash down its trunk, however no sap oozed out despite the deepness of the wound, rather the area inside and immediately around the mark began freeze and crack, breaking off every now and then, a clear indication of being subjected to subzero temperatures. "Atta' girl." Isaac muttered to his weapon proudly as he sheathed the blade in a fresh coat of ice, "Now then, lets find Atlanta. Once this is all said and done we need to sit down with the headmaster and have a serious chat with the headmaster about his methods." Isaac said as he delved deeper into the forest, completely unaware of what was to come.
"Of all the crazy ideas i've bore witness to, how the flying hell did THIS ONE end up not being illegal?!", He hissed as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Isaac turned to few his handiwork for a moment; the once unmarred tree now sported an eight meter long gash down its trunk, however no sap oozed out despite the deepness of the wound, rather the area inside and immediately around the mark began freeze and crack, breaking off every now and then, a clear indication of being subjected to subzero temperatures. "Atta' girl." Isaac muttered to his weapon proudly as he sheathed the blade in a fresh coat of ice, "Now then, lets find Atlanta. Once this is all said and done we need to sit down with the headmaster and have a serious chat with the headmaster about his methods." Isaac said as he delved deeper into the forest, completely unaware of what was to come.