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[color=fff79a][H1][center]Daedalus Ivory[/center][/H1][/color]
[center][H3][i]Airfleet Street, 22:00[/i][/H3][/center]

The crossbow bolt hit its' mark, exploding in a brilliant shower of fine ice crystals. The crowd cheered at the spectacle as the Ursa stopped dead in its tracks, snap frozen by the huge ice crystals that now encased its entire body. Daedalus grinned and flexed his huge muscles for the onlookers - it was a little vainer than he usually conducted himself, but tonight was all about the spectacle; he could afford to indulge his ego if it made the show that little bit more enjoyable to watch.

Meanwhile, the other Hunters had spung into action. Xander dashed off to the right and fired a flurry of bullets at the monsters; much to Daedalus' wonder, the lad managed to land every shot. One of the Ursa caught up to him and took a quick swipe, but Xander was quicker - he dropped low and plunged his weapons into the Ursa's belly, allowing inertia to do the rest of the work. Daedalus couldn't help but be filled with awe and just the slightest amount of jealousy at his agility and finesse.

Raye on the other hand flew up into the air, trailing a cascade of brilliant gold embers behind him. For the briefest of moments he hung in the air before launching at inhuman speed towards the frozen Ursa, now separated from the rest of its ravenous pack. Raye's boots made contact with the ice and - to the uproarious applause of the crowd - shattered the Grimm into thousands of pieces like a hammer taken to crystal. Daedalus stared at the Hunter in disbelief.

The shock was short-lived though - the second Ursa lunged towards Daedalus and the two warriors still behind him. He planted his front feet firmly as he stared into the deep crimson eyes of the beast, aflame with primal rage. His olive skin rippled and shifted through the colours towards a deep grey as he activated his semblance. He bellowed a single word to the pair behind him:[color=fff79a]'DUCK!'[/color]

He pivoted. The beast's expression changed from hatred to confusion and then finally horror as it sailed past the man who only seconds before was to be its next meal. It couldn't process that it, the Alpha predator, could have been bested by what was essentially a packed lunch.

And then the punch came.

The Ursa careened over the heads of the pair behind Daedalus, carrying not just its own weight but also the weight behind the devastating right hook Daedalus had planted into the creature's chest. The reinforced wall it collided with cracked and buckled beneath the force and the audible sound of untold bones snapping could be heard by those in the first two rows; yet the Ursa, broken and feeble and rapidly approaching the end of its' short and miserable life, shakily got to its feet and limped weakly towards the three in a final pitiful attempt to cause some damage - any damage - to the Hunters and Huntresses standing before him.