In reply to Bridget, a loud exclamation best described as 'raaaagh!' sounded from the tree where Abel had situated himself. This articulation was followed by Abel himself, leaped straight from the branches down toward the Beowolves and his new partner. Having watched for a few moments while composing himself, he had found out that this girl -while incredibly acrobatic- really couldn't take a hit, so it was his job to do just that. In midair, he pivoted the Ampere so that the point faced down, and he landed with all one-hundred and sixty pounds on the Grimm that Bridget had stunned. The blade was driven through its black hide like a knife through butter, and the beast -like a water balloon poked with a needle- instantly vaporized into black smoke.

There was no time to waste, however. Two Beowolves remained, both of them on the other side of his teammate. Abel yanked his imbedded blade free of the ground and rushed past Bridget to place himself slightly in front of her. Faced with two warriors who had shredded their packmates in a matter of seconds, the two Beowolves still alive seemed reticent to attack. Clearly they were more intelligent than some of their more brutish brethren. One snarled gutturally, as if to say, [i]'We'll be back with more friends.'[/i] and the pair promptly cantered away into the forest.

“Ever heard of the phrase 'Mighty Glacier'? Anyway, that was pretty good. Wish I had your agility.”

A wiped a few spots of sooty ash from the Ampere's blade with his sleeve, making sure not to accidentally slide it against the edge. “Shall we?” Even though he suggested moving, he made no effort to start walking—he had quite forgotten which way he was supposed to be going. “Don't suppose you could lead?”