Cold fear washed over Abel as he realized how close to death he had just come. After taking Bridget's hand and pulling himself to his feet he took off, terror still pumping through his veins like blood. Any incoming Broodlings were left in the dust. The furious bellow of the elite Ursa awoke some sort of primal fear in him, as it did with most people: the sense of being hunted. In light of this gripping sensation, his retreat was very fast indeed, despite his size. He almost went into a panic upon observing the sticky red fluid coating his partner's jacket for the first time, but quickly found out it was sap. The two kept running, the Usa Major growing closer. As soon as Abel managed to regain some composure, an idea popped into his head. 

As he and Bridget approached a tree and split to run on either side of it, he swapped the Ampere to staff mode and let loose a bolt of lightening at the chocolate-colored trunk. The huge release of electricity superheated the wood and shattered it. Splinters sprayed across the crimson grass—he hadn't thought of that. He felt a sharp pain in his thigh, but the adrenaline allowed him to ignore it. Nevertheless, the tree collapsed into a smoldering heap just after he and Bridget had passed it. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, he face devoid, to see if it worked.

Without breaking its stride, the black shape pursuing them raised a burly arm into the air. It brought its limb down with a snarling grunt, crushing the tinder like it was paper. Embers and sawdust scattered as the Ursa Major barreled on through. For the first time, Abel got a good look at its face. The creature was terrifying, all bony armor and spikes from the front, with one dark eye. Clearly this was a monster that had seen the rough side of life and prevailed. At a loss of how to handle the creature, there was only one thing the boy could do.

Abel kept running, dodging among the trees with Bridget. Every now and then a cracking noise would sound from behind them, signaling that their relentless hunter had rent another tree in its way. Wasn't that ironic—a Grimm hunting the hunters. “Any...ideas?” Abel panted as he sprinted.