Let's Dance (Tiger Ausf. H)

A calm breath, the night so very young in its youth for the time for the way the breezes blew across this open landscape left little room for error. Jojo, in her own unique shell of a world opened up, leaving the car behind while carrying with her the sword, a subtle sword that weighed quite little yet held properties that one could only dream up. Her eyes steady and open, searching and scanning about the land she had come across. The field of vision here was recognizably the same as most others, her gripped hand against that of the actual sheath to the katana. This area, the common ground to the soil before her was nothing short of the norm. The field she found herself in also was quite normal yet held an abnormality to it as well. The ground of grass, few trees here and there as well.

Jojo leaned against one of the trees, her eyes always scanning with a predetermined idea of where the said beasties were. Of course as far as she knew, she was going to die any minute, but a death was always sweat and luscious when she did one. However, she merely kept her eyes focused on the front, focused on the goal ahead of her while a plain orthodox way of thinking permeated through her mind. This field on a day like this could only mean bloodshed, but for Jojo and her long green hair, it was possibly something else. A straightjacket among her body, the arms free from the entanglement while the silence among her lips was steady, unable to speak due to it snug and tight while she did happen to move freely, so the very least was all the rest of her was steadily accurate in the workings of the bodily function.

(OOC: Assuming that this place is like a forest clearing. Ausf's position is directly across the clearing from Jojo.)

Ausf walked along a nearly non-existent path in his armor, eventually coming upon a large field. As he stood just behind the tree line and surveyed the area, his main weapon over his shoulder, crimson irises scanned the seemingly normal area. Striding forward unto the field, he frowned slightly as he began to sink into the earth, only to stop after a mere half inch. Sliding his boot to brush away the dirt, he found he was standing upon a very thick layer of bedrock.

...Perhaps there was an ore vein within? If the ground contained Iron, he could eventually get the metal into a workable state, convert it to steel, and possibly make some improvements to the Bismarck.