“So, Rood, mind sharing what kind of figh-” Though he wasn't paying attention, Rood did faintly hear the sound of his new teammate going on about something in the background. He was so in his head, in fact, that he didn't notice when the smaller man had stopped and looked around. The blonde kept marching forward, scratching his chin at his previous thoughts. Ah... How did that jingle for that Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes commercial go again? Really did so much money need to be going into something so... cheap? Hell he'd seen that cereal go on sale for a lien a box. That's unheard of. When he was younger he remembered seeing that box go for 6 liens easily. Then again he was always dragged to those high class grocery stores. Oh, wait, Rowan had said something.
"Did you say something . . . ?"As he turned around to face where he last saw Rowan, his eyes widened. As he had been in his own head thinking about cereal, Rowan had been actively trying to fight off an Ursa that had essentially ignored Rood as he went about his way. His eyes landed on Rowan who had just been tossed into a tree and gotten himself back up as an Ursa went to attack him. Rood's eyes flashed and he thrust an open palm out toward his new teammate.
"Rowan!"Using his semblance, Rood's aura extended itself invisibly to cover Rowans clenched fist. A thick, crackling layer of friction over it to improve the velocity of Rowan's punch ten fold.
Rowan's fist came into contact with the hardened bone protecting one of the Grimm's only vulnerable spots. Not that it mattered, when combined with Rood's Semblance. The Ursa, now unrecognizable, collapsed to the ground. Rowan flinched as his face was splattered with the unidentified liquids from inside the Ursa. Rowan turned to face his partner, who was standing at a distance far enough to be unaffected by the Ursa's brain juices.
"Eugh, disgusting," Rowan paused to clean his face.
"Normally my attacks aren't that powerful, even when combined with stronger dust. Did you do something?" He asked, completely unaware of the aura that had surrounded his fist. Rood was about to respond when another Ursa, no doubt the partner to the first, barreled at Rood from the side. Rood turned his head just in time to see it before getting a face full of claws. Thankfully, his aura protected him well enough and he took the blow in stride, backflipping onto his feet and crouching defensively as the Ursa swung again. This time Rood was ready, He spun into the attack, his hand removing his weapon from his side and in his turn, completely unfolded the lance into it's complete size. By the time his little pirouette had finished, he'd stabbed the Ursa through the head with a large golden lance hard enough to lift himself off the ground. The noise, however, caught the attention of some Beowolves, who howled in response to the cries of the Ursa the two men had taken on. The sound of their paws hoofing through the dirt to get to them through the trees was nigh deafening.
Letting out a heavy breath through his nostrils, Rood righted himself on the Ursa, looked around and knelt down. Holding the handle of the lance in both hands, the air that had surrounded Rowans fist was now reflected above his hair. As he jumped off the Ursa's fading body, he sky rocketed into the air, skyscrapers above the chaos below, seeming to have left Rowan behind.
"Hmmph. Coward," he said as he watched Rood fly up into the sky.
Rowan was quickly surrounded by several Beowolves. He didn't bother to count, instead he closed the gap between him and the first one, where he struck it with an explosive blow to the chin, sending it onto its back. While the Ursa may have proved difficult due to its long reach, the Beowolves fought in a similar fashion to his own. Rowan turned just in time to parry a slash from a younger wolf. He managed to land several hits uninterrupted. Not even he could handle the sheer numbers, though.
The Beowolves advanced as one, overwhelming the brawler. In the moment, he so desperately wished for a Semblance that was actually useful against the Grimm. Acting defensively, he blocked one of the wolves' attacks, but was struck in the back by another. His Aura held strong. Fortunately, the blows drained a minimal portion of his Aura. Being a melee fighter, his Aura pool was much higher than someone who might prefer to stay at range.
At that moment, overhead of the fighting Rowan and the beowolves, a meteor looked to be coming down. It was bright, blinding, and distracted some of the wolves to look away from the red-trenchcoat clad student. In that 'meteor,' was Rood. His feet firmly planted on the hilt of his lance and holding the hilt in both hands almost like a pogo stick
but cooler.The Beowolves appeared to be distracted, which Rowan used to his advantage. He grabbed the closest one, and threw it into another. They had completely stopped fighting back. He turned to the sky, trying to follow the wolves' curiosity. He had to shield his eyes from the blinding light that was speeding towards his position. Having nearly no time to react, Rowan broke into a sprint to get away from the speeding object. His feet failed to gain traction, and he ended up face-down in the dirt, nearly ten feet away from his original position.
Rood, at the time where his golden lance had developed a barrier around it, leapt off of his weapon and leaving his focused semblance to do the rest of the work. On his way down, he spotted Rowan as he ran and tripped when trying to get away from the meteor-esque blade coming down. Seeing that the smaller student would be hit by the blast of the meteor, Rood threw his chain-clad arm outward toward the trees, the chain extending and wrapping around a thick branch as he swung down, scooped up the fallen Rowan, and flung himself into the trees. The two of them swang through the trees unobstructed until they came out the other end, the chain disconnecting itself from the branch. The two of them soared through the air, Rood carrying Rowan wrapped up in one arm, giving them both an excellent view of the landing lance. The emitting shockwave as it hit the ground knocked back all the beowolves present,
and was heard throughout all of the Emerald Forest.Rood's blonde hair was blown back as they remained airbourne by the intense wind. Rowan thought he had seen a twinkle in the eyes of his savior, but surely it had just been a reflection from the sun. It had killed several of the beowolves, but a few had only been injured and angered by being tossed. Just as the two of them began to fall, Rood grunted loudly and planted his feet firmly on... nothing. He panted softly as the soles of his feet his armor clad feet burned in a crackling ember light. He stayed there, levitating as his chain swung back around his arm again. He looked down at Rowan, speaking in between breaths as the man in his arms' legs dangled freely.
"Haah.... Are... you okay?"Rowan stared upwards, looking into the red eyes staring back at him. He wasn't sure if Rood's style involved constantly putting his partner in danger, but if it did, Rowan would never be able to get used to it.
"I'm better than I would be if you didn't swoop in like some crazed jungle man. Then again, you are the one that nearly impaled me with your firey lance contraption. I'm pretty sure I had it under control," he said, but in reality, he hadn't. The Grimm would have had him for dinner if Rood didn't intervene.
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