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</div></div><br/>Robin’s expression widened in both shock and surprise as that angry-looking faunus pushed by him, impatiently calling for his presence.  While he supposed now was as good of a time as any, the least that faunus could do was introduce himself and enter patiently, instead of rushing off in haste and arrogance.<br/><br/><i>Idiot.</i><br/><br/>“Y’know, most people formulate a plan before attempting any sort of action.  It’s nonsensical to run in half-cocked and expect others to follow.” Robin flicked a switch on the back of<i>Velocitus</i>.  In less than a second and true to its namesake, the barrel folded back to form a straight line with the grip, and a long, sharp blade sprung from beneath the barrel, dimly illuminated by the room's light.<br/><br/>“Ah, well.  Luckily<i>one</i>of us can improvise.”<br/><br/>The water in the lake began to ripple violently as a loud, feral roar echoed throughout the room and a long, reptilian skull lifted from the brackish pond, crimson eyes fixed on the pair of them.  A low hiss emanated from its mouth as the monstrous Grimm emerged from the pond, its body covered with heavy white spines and thick plate armor.  Long, curved teeth filled its gaping maw as the monstrous Grimm let loose a blast of freezing wind.<br/><br/>Robin dodged to the side, careful to keep his footing on the slick ground.  The tip of his saber moved almost like a calligraphy brush, etching a complex rune seemingly into the air, its bright orange glow illuminating the monster further as he cast it to explode outwards and detonated it with a mere thought.  The rune erupted in a large blast of fire, instantly vaporizing the thin sheets of ice surrounding Robin and transforming it into a dense white cloud of steam.<i>Hopefully this will obscure my movements for just a brief moment,</i>he thought to himself, carefully listening for the Grimm’s position to properly gauge his attack.<br/><br/>Heavily-armored Grimm had an obvious weakness—their joints.  Armor covering their knees, elbows, and neck would severely restrict movement: leaving the joints therefore unarmored and vulnerable to attack.  Robin could see the faint outline of the crocodilian Grimm’s forelegs through the cloud of mist.  As he suspected, they were unarmored, although such knowledge would do little unless he was able to properly strike them.<br/><br/><i>If I sever the tendons behind the knee joint, I should be able to…</i><br/><br/>But such a plan of attack needed a partner.  While his distaste for the angry Faunus was obvious, Robin knew he would need a proper distraction—bait, if you will—to draw the Grimm’s attention so he could deliver the debilitating strike.  It was against every instinct in his body to request help, especially from those seemingly so unreliable, but necessity forced his hand. “Hey, you.  Faunus!” Robin called out, not knowing the student’s name.  “I need you to draw its attention off to the left while I use the steam cover to attack from the right and disable the forelimb on my side.  When I’m done, you attack from the left side and disable the other leg while I draw its fire!”<br/><br/>It was a ridiculous plan, but crocodilians were heavy reptiles.  Damage to its front legs would leave its neck easily vulnerable for either of them to land the killing blow, at least in theory.  Now. Robin just had to desperately hope the faunus was comfortable taking orders from a human.<br/><br/><i>Although, I should never operate under the auspices of hope.  Nor should I wait for his inevitable..disapproval.</i><br/><br/>Lunging forward, the point of his saber outstretched, Robin aimed alongside the Grimm’s knee, preparing to incapacitate its limb with a single, swift blow.