"What the hell do you expect me to do with this?" The black-haired teenager questioned with an annoyed frown formed on his face. He held the dull blade to his face before looking at the early middle-aged man. His displeasure grew as he witnessed the early middle-aged man take out a flask and down the entire thing. "I thought good ol' Ozpin said you were smart? There's Grimm all around us; use your head, kid." The black-haired teenager merely narrowed his silver eyes, his displeasure reaching an all-time high. Shifting his gaze toward the forest surrounding them, he tightly held the blade's hilt before focusing on the growls that seemed to be coming from every square foot of this accursed forest. "You're the worst, Qrow."