Anton pointed at the newly arrived tree sitting too close behind him.<br/><br/>“It was either that or being crushed.” He frowned from the ground. “Now please point that thing somewhere else before you do actually blow my ‘brines’ out.”<br/><br/>Not the sharpest tool in the shed but they had a gun. Anton had tried to put a gun in the hoop of death but obviously it hadn’t worked so that idea had to be scrapped. Then again the resources available at Beacon would undoubtedly be a lot more that signal, maybe he might just be able to find a way.<br/><br/>“Friends!?” Anton exclaimed after standing up and brushing himself down. Then he realised how rude that sounded. “Oh, um, yes friends.” He cleared his throat and held out his hand. “Name’s Anton, Anton Haden.” But of course the Faunus had already begun moving away so Anton awkwardly drew back his hand.<br/><br/>“Course I’m ready.” He hurried after the Faunus.<br/><br/>Unclicking the latch running diagonally from his shoulder to waist the straps whizzed into their little slots with the folded hoops structure. Throwing the folded hoop from his shoulder into the air the hoop snapped itself into its round form. Anton gripped the dull interior before it hit the ground. He grinned.