Now came the matter of finding some teammates, not quite as easy as it might sound. The possibility of ending up with a bad team was quite high, and Ulyssa couldn't settle for anything then the best group; she had to impress and appease her parents, that wouldn't be possible if she ended up with the lowest rung of students. Finding those who would make her team was utterly random chance, yet she'd try her best to avoid contact until she ran across someone who seemed to fit her idea of a "good student". Gathering herself from her fall, she dusted herself down before surveying the area, wondering in which direction to go. This tree at her back made an excellent landmark, towering over the others in the area, so maybe she should remain here and just let someone come to her. That might take a while however, and she really didn't want to be a sitting duck for a wandering group of Grimm. 

[i]"Owyn".[/i]

Eh? What was that? Jumping slightly at hearing someone's voice, Ulyssa spun on her heel and held her sword out in a threatening manner, realizing thereafter it was simply another student behind her. Recognizing her foolishness she quickly dropped her stance, face growing a slight pink as she sputtered incoherently, offering a small bow in turn. "Uh... Ulyssa! Ulyssa Jove, pleasure to meet you Owyn!" she belted out quickly, mentally damning herself for being such an idiot. After all those worries about first impressions and she'd drawn her sword on this boy, great way to make a teammate. Glancing up at Owyn she tried to get some idea of what he was like, noting immediately his expensive clothing and the way which he carried himself. From money then, proud? Definitely, she could see as much just by glancing at him. That was all fine and well, but was he capable?

"Sorry for drawing my weapon on you, I was taken by surprise," Ulyssa explained meekly, offering a smile in apology as she held her sword at her hip, "I suppose this is good though, it means we've each found a teammate." Was he the right fit though? Hard to say just yet, but if he was as affluent as she assumed then he should do just fine. She had one member of her team now, just two more and her Initiation would be complete. Of course with the Emerald Forest being as large as it was, finding another person, let alone two, is easier said than done. "I... Don't suppose you saw anyone else on your way down, did you?"

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What route offered the least possible work? Soren wasn't lazy persay, he just didn't want to be wandering these woods for hours in search of teammates. Though firing off his gun had probably alerted some people on the way down, chances were he hadn't landed near enough another student for them to come to him. "Best get moving then..." Retrieving his rifle off his back once more, he grabbed hold of the barrel and snapped it loose, swinging the rifle out to the side and opening up the weapon, extending it onto a blade. Then, with a press of a button a thin strip of plasma extended from one conductor to another, giving him a small yet incredibly effective blade. Resting the sword then over his left shoulder, Soren placed his hand in his pocket and began trudging through the woods.

Despite knowing Grimm were here, the Emerald Forest was deceptively pleasant. Sure, it lacked the sound of birds singing, and sometimes it was so dense there was no sunlight, but it was a change of atmosphere and one that he enjoyed. He'd rather like to just sit down and relax, yet he wasn't going to accomplish anything if he did so. At any rate he couldn't well rest, not when he was beginning to hear other students, and Grimm as well. Not too far off in the distance he swore he heard a Boarbatusk roaring, yet the sound died away within a few moments. Either the student it had found had killed it, or it killed them, hard to say which. Either way though he should make his way over there, just to make certain they were alright. Who knows, he might get a teammate out of doing this. 

Before ever making it to the battle however, Soren found himself in a predicament of his own. Ever get that sensation that you were being watched? He did, and though he was almost positive what it was, he continued walking as though unaware. He made it a good few dozen meters before a throaty growling prompted him to stop, letting out a sigh of reluctance before glancing over his shoulder at a pair of Beowolves. Just two? He might be able to handle that, though it was annoying to have to fight so soon. Watching them carefully as they began to circle him, he spread his feet apart somewhat but remained otherwise at ease, his sword still at rest on his shoulder. "Do we really have to do this now...?" he complained, sighing as one of the wolves growled at him, "I've got people to meet, can't this wait?"

Evidently not. As though taking his complaint as a sign to start, the Beowulf at his rear howled loudly then lunged at him first, right claw raised high in the air to strike him down. Raising his sword up over his head, Soren caught the Beowulf's claw on the back of his sword, straining somewhat to keep it back but managing to stay its sharp appendages. The second Beowulf lunged at him then, trying probably to capitalize on him being preoccupied with the first. "Come on... Two on one isn't fair..." he complained, easing up his grip and dropping to the ground, rolling under the second as it lunged across and slammed into the first, the pair tumbling away in the process. Getting back to his feet, Soren dashed over as they were beginning to gather themselves up, dropping the sword slightly before twisting his body and lifting his weapon, bringing it down in a hefty, diagonal slash that caught one of the Beowulves along its right shoulder, slicing open from the point of impact all the way to its stomach. Then, taking the flat of his blade he slammed it down on the Grimm's back, pummeling it back into the ground and finishing it off by driving his sword into its neck, a single weak growl coming from its lips before it was permanently silenced. One down, one to go.