<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Ripper5_zpsjs0sldq6.gif)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jack The Ripper and Sigurd</strong></span></span><br/>Jack's Theme: Spider Dance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzoredt3Adg)<br/><br/>The ursa stood up on it's hind legs and roared, the sound so deep that Sigurd could practically feel his rib cage vibrate. The thing was as dark as night, save for where it was covered in white bone-like armored plates and fierce spikes. It had claws like scythes, long and gruesomely sharp. It's eyes practically radiated malice and hatred. It saw Sigurd as easy prey and began to lumber towards him. As the faunus backed away, he suddenly bumped into someone. A woman was right behind him. She was tall and lanky, clothed in a black suit with a white dress shirt and striped bow tie. Her hair was a sea of crimson that framed piercing eyes of gold. Being near her, Sigurd felt ill at ease. A cold chill shot through him and it was almost like he felt his sins crawling up his back. Now he was uncomfortable on two fronts. This was Jack The Ripper. She was perfectly coiffed and looked like she stepped out of a dressing room moments ago. If soaring through the air and walking through the forest had ruffled her in anyway, it didn't show. Likewise, she stared past him at the ursa with some mixture of boredom and fascination.<br/><br/><em>"Do you think it'll kill you? I think it'll kill you. Unless you'd like a hand? Like me to take care of it?" </em>she spoke in a soft, accented voice that dripped with confidence and superiority, like she felt that Sigurd was beneath her; not for what he was, but for simply not being Jack. She quoted,<em>"'Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.' Stand aside, rabble. I will show you how it is done."</em>Stepping forward, she raised Rainmaker and twirled it slowly in her hand. The ursa raised it's mighty paw and slashed. In one fluid movement, Jack swayed away from the blow and thrust her parasol forward. A small blade extended from the tip, lodged in the ursa's arm. Using what could only be supernatural strength, the redhead forced the large creature's arm downward, causing it to lumber forward into range. Jack's other hand shot out, pressed against it's dark chest. The ursa started to raise it's other claw, but it was too late. The Ripper's aura flared a bright red and the Grimm started to wither and die. Like someone pushing all the air out of a ziplock bag, the life started to visibly drain from the creature. It let out an almost mournful roar, head back and teeth bared. The white, bony plates and spikes all over it seemed almost too big for it's rapidly shrinking body. Then, it turned to dust and fell apart like charred paper, even scattering on a stray breeze.<br/><br/>Jack laughed, her aura shining brightly, flaring for a moment before dimming again. She tucked Rainmaker back under her arm and turned to Sigurd, flashing him a razor sharp smile.<em>"Animals are so easy to take apart. No offense, of course,"</em>she said, in a way that sounded like, yes, she<strong>did</strong>mean to offend,<em>"You know something... Sigurd, was it?"</em>She smiled, a sickly-sweet smile.<em>"Sigurd. I like to learn things. I'm a woman of knowledge, of refinement, of leadership. It behooves me greatly to study my classmates, find out their strengths and weaknesses. I try to surround myself with those I feel I will work best with."</em>She spreads her arms, smiling still,<em>"So I've had to... do some digging. Do some shuffling of people, from time to time. Perhaps work a fake transcript or two. I looked at your transcript, Sigurd. I've looked for information on you. Do you know what I found?"</em>She leaned forward, closer to the faunus, brows raised a little, lips smiling all the more.<em>"Surprisingly little. That's interesting. Don't you think it's interesting? I think it's interesting. So very few people can escape my little dragnet."</em>Leaning back, she pointed at him, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam that would make a wolf faunus jealous.<em>"Just thought I'd share that. You know, when I've the free time I think I'll do a little research on the White Fang. Wonder what I'll turn up. Sick bunch, that. Ah, but I'm prattling on, aren't I? I must be off! My partner should be waiting for me ahead."</em><br/><br/>Grinning, Jack stepped backwards and executed a mocking bow. She turned precisely on her heel and strode away into the forest. As she left, the sick feeling in the pit of Sigurd's stomach finally started to go away.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Daidouji2_zpsk8gpugue.gif)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Fenrir and Gorudo</strong></span><br/>Gorudo's Theme: Momentary Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQX08Mc8FcE)<br/><br/>Fenrir's world suddenly tilted. Huh. That shouldn't be happening. Then it was upside-down. Yep. This definitely should not be happening. He was falling. The tree he'd aimed for had fallen as he grabbed it and now he was tumbling to the forest below. Then there was something grabbing him, a black blur that shot up through the trees and snatched him out of the sky like an eagle snapping up a fish from a river. Fenrir was disoriented until he -they- landed and he was set down on the ground. When he looked up he saw a woman who was just... enormous. Just, like, huge. Everywhere. All over. She was the picture of enormity. This was Gorudo Daidouji, an amazonian woman dressed in black, in bandages, and covered in enough rippling muscle to make most of the male students look tiny by comparison. She looked like she could bench-press an airship by herself and just standing next to her could fill anyone with awe and intimidating - but not fear. There was a softness to her edge, a 'big sister' vibe that she exuded that made it less pants-wetting to stand beside her. This was reinforced when she lifted a hand and said,<em>"I apologize. Please forgive my clumsiness."</em>Her hand waved to the fallen tree. Under it, a dead beowulf. The tree had an impact mark in it about the size of Fenrir's head. Was that where she hit it?<br/><br/><em>"We were fighting and I opted to crush the Grimm under that tree. I was unaware you were up there until it was too late. I hope you're unharmed."</em>Go had mentioned 'we' and that's when Fenrir saw, just out of the corner of his eye, a redheaded woman in a white and pink robe. The redhead looked meek, almost sickly. Especially in comparison to the amazon before him. She was missing an eye. An arm, too. She looked ready to blow over in a stiff breeze. There was something odd about her, though, like some hidden strength lay below the surface. The redhead was saying nothing, just watching the distance. Looking out for more Grimm, perhaps. Go's firm voice snapped Fenrir's attention back to her.<br/><br/><em>"I'd stay below the trees anyway."</em>She pointed skyward.<em>"There are nevermore up there. Big enough to pluck you out of the sky and break you in two without a thought. The Grimm down here are more numerous, but easier to handle. Anyway, be careful out there."</em>The big woman turned and raised a hand in farewell. As she neared the redhead, the two of them started off into the forest, the smaller woman walking with a slight limp.