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[color=CF5300][h3]Grimm Studies 0101101[/h3]
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Llyr heard many shouts of instruction around him from the other students, many of them saying that they'd take it upon themselves to take out the stems or the beast itself. The faunus merely chuckled to himself. He wasn't really sure if anyone was in a position to order others around. He found it funny when people would say anything to get all the glory, not that he cared about such a pointless prize. A sense of accomplishment is all people really needed.. Or a good snack. Fried chicken sounded good right around now.

As the veil on the Dionaea was lifted, the beast immediately attacked every student. The two heads of Llyr's Steel Cephalopod changed to graspers from blades as he realized in a split second that these stems were too thick to cut like flesh. The two Grimm appendages attempted to crush him from both sides, like a clap. The squid preferred an applause rather than a single golf clap. Without even moving a single step or making a gesture, his weapons moved as if they had a mind of their own, two out of the four tentacles catching the stems as they attempted to crush the Faunus. The Steel Cephalopod creaked as they fought against the struggling stems. [color=CF5300]"WHAT DID I TELL YOU, ROBBIE?! THE GRIMM ARE FRESH FOR THE 'PICKING'!![/color] He laughed loudly in the chaos that unfolded. Get it? Picking? Flowers? No? Alright.

He glanced to the side to see Cian having some trouble with the tentacles that attacked her. Of course a ranged fighter would have troubles. The two free heads of his weapon changed to graspers, quickly extending to grapple two roots that bashed at the poor student. The graspers pulled the caught roots toward Llyr to secure a better grip. [color=CF5300]"Careful now, girlie. I'd hate to see a friend get turned into purée!!"[/color] He chuckled, giving her a cheeky smirk. 

His gaze went back to the Grimm, his own tentacles still shaking slightly as they held the roots with an iron grip. He lifted his cane, aiming at the smaller heads of the plant. He fired a pre-loaded Fire dust shot. Maybe a little bit of a blaze will give me some nice roasted vegetables? Perhaps.