Press was geared up and ready for combat. His wrench and buckler were in his hands, and his goggles were on and operational. He had heard a few stories from the upperclassmen, and had created a few plans to deal with the challenges. Of course, the Headmaster had to say, [b]"Whatever ideas you have about the test, forget them. You twelve will be set out to achieve a different objective,"[/b] which sent those plans straight into his mental trash can. Press decided then that he had to improvise. Upon seeing white circle of runes, he was startled, wondering what was about to happen. After being teleported away, he quickly found himself disoriented and lost. That was to be expected, though, and after getting his bearings, he instantly set off in a random direction, hoping that he would complete the quest given to him.

Only minutes of pointless wandering later did he come across a pair of Beowolfs. They howled and lunged at him, claws outstretched to strike him. Press reacted by dodging to the side, then striking at the one closest to him on the head with his wrench. The one struck was disoriented, but the other leaped over its comrade and tried to swipe at Press. Press merely jumped back and held up his buckler, tilting it slightly to deflect the claws. This allowed Press to counterattack by striking its stomach. The blow knocked the Beowolf away a few feet, the creature clutching its stomach in pain. The one Press had hit earlier shook its head, then lunged to bite Press, who thrust his wrench into its mouth, keeping its jaws open. 

As it backed off trying to get the wrench out of its mouth, the other Beowolf had moved to the side, being more cautious with him now, and proceeded to charge at him, eyes raging with fury. Press merely smiled as his right arm proceeded to transform into a long blade, twice the length of his forearm. He moved to the right, spinning as he did to build centrifugal force and slice off the top half of the Beowolf's head. The slain Beowolf collapsed onto the ground, while its comrade was still occupied with the wrench stuck in its mouth. It was shaking its head around and trying to open its mouth wider, all the while being completely unsuccessful in the process. Press tossed his buckler aside and had his left arm transform into a gun. Having his goggles lock onto the target, he fired a grenade right into the Beowolf's open mouth. The Beowolf began to choke, and then its head exploded, leaving a sizable hole where its head and torso was. As it collapsed onto the ground, Press found his wrench and was pleased to see that it was still in working condition, although just barely. He decided that in order to preserve it, he should save it until he could repair it. 

With a sigh, he transformed his arms back into their normal form, then grabbed his wrench and buckler off the floor. Putting his wrench back onto his belt, a Boarbatusk charged from his left, taking Press by surprise. Reacting quickly, Press lowered his buckler to intercept the Boarbatusk's path. As they made contact, Press placed his other hand on the buckler's handle to keep his grip on his shield. The Boarbatusk squealed, then charged its spin attack. Press' eyes widened in surprise and he jumped out of the way as the Boarbatusk zoomed past him, straight into a wall, where it was stuck upside down, and more importantly, with its stomach exposed. Press took this opportunity to charge at it, his arm transforming back into its blade form, and stab the Boarbatusk, effectively killing it. "Phew," Press breathed out as he removed his blade from the Boarbatusk and transformed it back into his arm. Glad to see that his equipment was in such fantastic shape and that he was able to handle himself well, he continued onward, looking for anyone human or Faunus.