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[h1]Blossoming Relationships[/h1]
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[b]"Seems like a fair request to me,"[/b] Robert replied to Trad. The only reason he had pushed the responsibility of one liners to his teammate was because he couldn't think of one on his own either. Soon after Sand got a last couple comments in, the platform would reach the top of their transport and things would get loud. Very loud. So loud that all he could really hear was the rushing wind and the screaming Nevermores. He was pretty sure the wolf girl had said something, but he wasn't sure what. [b]"What do you have?!"[/b] he asked, just before Violet began her systematic slaughter of raven-like Grimm. Every trigger pull sent a Grimm plummeting to the Earth below as she methodically emptied the magazine. [b]"Oh you've got this. Yeah, I can see that now."[/b]

Not one to let others do the work for him, Robert finished loading in a new magazine for each of his bracers and lifted his arms into the air. Admittedly, he wasn't as good a shot as her, and the rounds his weapon used were a lot smaller than the Atlesian rifle, but he got was able to gain a respectable number of kills considering the conditions. Seven more birds would begin nose-diving downward, while another two would be struggling to stay airborne as the 10mm rounds nicked their wings. [b]"Whoo! Pretty sure I got two of those with one shot. That's two birds with o-"[/b]

Before he could finish his lame joke, something very... Well something very predictable occurred considering Robert's presence. As he began to reload his weapons, one of the larger Nevermores swooped down and gripped the hood of his sweatshirt with it's talons and started to carry him away. The young huntsman-in-training tried his best to struggle, but after looking down at the possible fall that would result from escaping his captor, he shouted back to his team, [b]"Guys! Someone help!"[/b]