Ventus felt his heart beat soar, and the instinct to settle into a combat stance gripped him. Where he came from, those kinds of words weren't something lightly said. Those were words that resulted in death. He stared at her back as she sauntered off and relaxed, shaking his head. Is this what he was to expect from the people at Beacon? Not a great first impression. He absentmindedly brushed his left hand against the inactive form of his weapon at his left hip. It was just a rectangle of white metal at the moment, a compact piece of steel that all of his goals rested on. He'd rather it not be sullied with the blood of a fellow huntress.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he felt a soft yank on his tail. His mind still recovering from flight or fight mode, he overreacted. Ventus jumped, hissed, and whirled around, searching for the crazy person that was committing the ultimate sin. Of course it would be her. The petite girl in blue. Without hesitation, Ventus pounced. However, it was a feint, and as expected, Azure danced away in response, an evasive move that would have had the faunus face first on the ground. The two tangoed for a brief moment, flitting about on light feet as they played mind games, trying to psyche the other out. Finally, Ventus found his opening and tackled the pixie-girl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Damn it Azure! I've told you at least 10 times, pet don't tug!"</span>Ventus said in an annoyed voice at the short girl he had pinned to the ground. He had never met someone so...mischievous in his life. Her pranks were harmless, but they sure tugged at the nerves. As he let out a sigh, Ventus suddenly realized the situation he was in. In a public place full of strangers he had a girl in his arms on the ground, their faces barely a foot away. He quickly got to his feet and offered her his unarmored hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"I don't think I like that women. Well, whatever. Want to get something to eat?"</span>