Isaac didn't know what to make of his current situation; He was standing on a platform staring out at the vast stretch of forest before him with a bit of curiosity and a sense of foreboding. "Uh...ok, I admit this is a pretty view and all, but, what exactly is the purpose of this? What's it got to do with initiation for Beacon?" he asked hesitantly. Part of him knew full well what the platform he was on was for, and was actually rather excited at the prospect, however the other part -the part that clung to his self preservation instincts with the fervor of a rabid dog- desperately hoped that this was just a twisted plot to weed out the faint of heart. Whatever the case, Isaac drew his weapon and tapped the button on the hilt, encasing his weapon in ice once more as he gripped the handle hard enough to turn his knuckles white.