Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka
Vlad hadn't bothered too hard in trying to keep up once Bonny had started using her cannon to fly- well, practically leap around like a deranged Nevermore. He basically strolled along, following the trail of craters, and killing any Grimm that happened to be lingering around the area. Not as many as he expected, and almost entirely Beowolves, but enough to provide a decent challenge over time. It was somewhat surprising, then, when he caught up to one particularly large crater and found his new partner dusting herself off and spitting up clods of dirt.
"Ye be alright there, Vlad? I came in a little hot."
"Me?" he asked, somewhat surprised by the question, though he continued walking regardless. "Unless you've made a habit of eating large amounts of earth, I'd suspect you've just blown yourself up. Certainly looks like it." He didn't say this in a manner that suggested he cared too much; more that he was confused as to how it happened at all.
"... I think I found our keys."
"Oh, good. Come along, then."
With no more words than that, Vlad strolled past Bonny and her crater, heading toward where he presumed the keys were. That was the last direction she had been moving, after all.
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