Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24487330-20140210035843

*FWHU-POW!!* ((Landing Strategy theme: "Going Down?! Cash Cash vs. Jun Senoue" - Sonic Generations soundtrack))

The launch pad shot Camo Vance into the air like a steel ball shot from a cannon. Like several of the other students, however, he was prepared for the sudden and violent propulsion, and he kept his body rigid during his first few seconds airborne, straight as an arrow with his arms pinned to his side, to reduce air resistance and prolong his flight. As he began his descent into the trees, he tucked his legs into his chest and rolled forward a bit, and once he was relatively upright, he spread his arms and legs in one quick motion, catching the air with his body and dramatically slowing his arrival. A few seconds later, he grazed the top-most boughs of the trees in the forest below, and a few quick, light steps kept him above their foliage for a few more seconds while friction helped him decelerate further. Finally, he reached a tolerable speed to make a firm, safe landing, and he lazily dropped feet-first through the canopy, letting the weight of his fall break the oncoming twigs and branches as they met the soles of his hiking boots. A quick grab at a tree branch, a quarter-turn swing, and a couple small hops later, and the black-haired initiate came to a halt atop a sturdy branch, only about ten to twelve feet above the forest floor.

After ensuring that he hadn't drawn any attention from the creatures of Grimm, some of which had doubtlessly made their homes in the woods, Camo reached to his back with his left hand and retrieved what seemed like a small hunk of metal attached to the plastic quiver slung over his shoulder. He pulled it from its magnetic tether and flicked his wrist in a short, snapping motion, and the segments of the object unfolded and locked into a curve and exposed its true form: his custom-built compound bow, the Flightless Hawk. His right hand reached up and drew a steel arrow from the open slot of the quiver, fitting it to the bowstring quickly and precisely, as his deep green eyes scanned for potential targets. Finding none, he navigated through the trees to another perch and surveyed the area carefully once more before moving on; this process would continue bit by bit as he sought out some other signs of life. His first priority was to keep himself alive, but after that came the task of finding a partner; after all, for all his accuracy and finesse, he knew he wouldn't survive long in this forest on his own...