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[center]Interacting:[@Shadow Daedalus][/center][hr]

Aeschel hadn't been there for the whole fight, but from his position nestled under the shelter of the trees, he found that he had the est seats in the house to the cyborge slaughtering some Grimm. The man showed a wide range of skill, confidence and style as he unleashed his prowess on the oncomming Grim in a haze of kicks, slices and explosions. It was cool enough on it's own, but the added factor of the guy being a cyborge made the engineer in Aeschel squee at seeing all that machinery in action.

[i][color=f26522]Hmmm, he seems to be alone... And I'm looking right at him...[/color][/i] Aeschel crouched down on the branch, stroking his chin as two thought process fought for dominance. One wanted to anylise the methods and fighting styles the man used and the strategies he implimented, but the other thought train was banging on about- [i][color=f26522]PARTNER![/color][/i], which in the end won out. But this wasn't the time to squee, or drool or ask creepy questions about what screws he uses on his metal parts. This was a time to make a first impression. He looked like he could handle the final 3 Grimm that were heading his way, but this was the perfect oppertunity for Aeschel to show some lethality.

The plan was simple, one crimson explosive right to the middle one's head, the explosion takes the first one out and scatters the other two. THen, Aeschel swoops in while Tinman wondered what the hell is going on and ges dicing, first one in hindered by a cap off the knee, then a stab to the stomach, but the other one would go down quickly with a downward drive into it's hea- Was that hissing he could hear?

Aeschel didn't need to turn around to realise that God was currently laughing at him, but his body compelled him to take a peak. In the thick sea of green and brow at his back, he could just spot the slightly dark patch that slivered through the tree tops, a long, thick and large shape. Before Aeschel could even mutter a 'why did it have to be snakes?', two pairs of blood red eyes made themselves know through the blanket of leaves. It was a Taijitu Grimm, and it was lunging straight for him.

When a giant, two-headed snake charged at you, fangs bared and a love for Faunus flesh on the tongue, you didn't stop to tank it. Even if you were durable enough for the damage to not mean much, the sheer size and capacity of it's mouth allowed it to swallow a house. And nothing needed to be said about the strength of it's coil, if that thing wraped it's body around something, that something was dead. So, Asechel's first insticts were to throw his weight backwards, his legs wrapping around the tree branch so that his body was left ducking into a hanging position just as one head of the dead redator tore through the top of the tree to try and bite Aeschel's head off.

"[color=f26522]Grandpa Aspro, don't fail me now![/color]" He managed to keep a good grip on the branch as his weapon slipped into his palm, already in sword mode by the time he gripped the hilt. He had a split second ebfore the creature dove down on him, so Aeschel quickly went to putting it off balance, pulling his sword up and stabbing one end into the first part of the creature's body he could reach. And when said creature was as big as a house, aiming wasn't exactly a problem. "[color=f26522]I have to be careful how I hit it. Taijitu scales are insanely durable, need to get under them instead of trying to get through them[/color]"

The sword hit home and cleanly slid into the beast's flesh, poking at whatever insides it had. The fact that it was still moving, coiling itself around the tree for the sake of stability, meant that he just had to sit still and let it drag his sword across it's body itself. That advntage didn't last long though, as soon big white head number two made it's appearance, sneering at it's prey as it went for anther bite. Aeschel pulled out his sword in a split-second, instead slicing at the tree branch he was hanging on, cutting it off and sending him to the floor.

He thoguht he'd jsut pulled his ass out of the fire, but as he hit the ground and dragged himself to his feet, he found a great tail waiting there for him. Before he could make a move, the giant limb slammed into him, sending his body flying backwards and even through a few trees, offering one hell of a ride. "[color=f26522]I really hope Ozpin pays the gardener enough for all this...[/color]" He groaned to himself as he pulled himself out of a pile of timber, branches and leaves. "[color=f26522]Of all the Grimm to meet first, I have to meet the giant snake and not the puppies[/color]" By the time he was back to standing, a kiler creak in his neck, he stared the beast down as it crushed the tree it hung on, now standing to full height with the room it just made. [color=f26522]"I can do this. Ozpin wouln't have allowed any Grimm in here that he didn't think we could take on... But, a helping hand would be of use"[/color] Though, bringing the problem to his maybe-partner was a danger in of itself. Beaowolf pack AND a Taijitu.

No matter what, nothing could be done with the beast circling him and blocking off all exits. Just a few stabs would just piss it off furhter, not make and actual progress, aside from ripping off scales to give a ranged attack a chance. He needed to give this situation a handicap, people like eyes, right? As the beast rushed towards him, Aeschel reached back to quickly snap his sword into bow-mode, having the bow ready and armed with a red arrow on the string in record time. Say what you want about Aeschel's other attributes, but his reflexes were on point. With the Taijitu closing in, Aeschel raised the bow and let the arrow slip from the string, a red glint sailing through the air and embedding itself in black head's eye.

There was no time to spare as the white one, non-terred by the screaming of it's twin, bore down upon Aeschel. Predicting this, Aaeschel  leaped backwards, a blue arrow notched in the bow. Using the rest of the creature's body as a platform to stablize himself, Asechel fired the ice arrow at the downed white head, pinning it to the ground in an explosion of ice. It wouldn't last long, but it gave him time as the black head suddenly found how sensetive and explosive red dust could get to violent vibrations. [color=f26522]"Should I go for help, or would I just be making things worse for him?"[/color]

On the bright side, his new partner probably saw and heard all of this going down and could make the decision on his own.