[H1][center][color=6ecff6]NORSUN[/color][/center][/h1]

Soon after Ozpin had finished his speech, Nor heard a sharp noise followed by screaming, watching as the first student sailed through the air towards the the Emerald Forest, the catapults setting off quickly behind one another. [b][color=6ecff6]"You've gotta be kidding,"[/color][/b] he groaned, his eyes telling him much to the contrary. He took a moment to take position as the sounds came closer, unleashing Jet Stream a moment before being whisked through the air at a break neck speed. 

He found the experience rather pleasant, the odd weightlessness  much like the feeling of being out in the ocean. Unfortunately he could see the ground quickly approaching. Nor tried to look for some way to increase his chances of survival. He wouldn't have much chance to use the trees to help as he could see he was going to just barely pass over them in favor of a small clearing in forest. 

Nor cringed at the thought of what came next. This wasn't going to be what anyone would call elegant, but it'd get the job done. Nor's icy aura flared to life as he pulled on the use of his semblance, his the curves of his face and hands seeming to take on crystallized edges, feeling the pull of gravity increase as his body grew heavier and harder, watching as the meadow came closer.

He quickly began to notice his descent increasing rapidly, suddenly the edges of the trees peeking into his sight. Too late Nor realized his little effort had caused gravity to tighten her grip on him, bring him face to face with the last tree before the clearing. Instinct guided him has he placed Jet Stream in front of him to take some of the blow, the tree making a splintering noise as he met it, a sharp pain glancing through his left arm.

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Nor came to a few moments later on his back, looking around to see himself surrounded by what seemed to be a small crater, surrounded by tree limbs and leaves. He took an inventory, noting a few scratches as bruises, but nothing worth worrying over. Nor took a moment to gather his strength before standing up, a gasp escaping  as a sharp pain in his left shoulder sent him reeling. He could see the appendage hanging limp at his side, the arm obviously dislocated. He'd need to reset the damn thing before he did anything.

Grunting with effort, Nor climbed out of the hole he'd made, observing his landing zone, noting his weapon was off to the side, the head of he mace practically buried in the soft ground. He left it for the moment, opting instead to go to a near tree. The tree had split into near the base of the trunk, form a nice wedge. He placed his wrist in the space, gritting his teeth in the effort. This brought him pause, taking a moment to take off the mask, tossing it to the ground before grabbing a particularly thick stick. Nor's brought it to his mouth, his jaws extending farther than any humans would, lips peeling back to reveal row after row of serrated teeth, placing the branch in his mouth and biting down hard, the wood splintering. Satisfied with the effort, Nor began pulling at the limb, a muffled scream coming from him as he tried to realign his shoulder.