Just one clean cut was all that she needed, and Ulyssa got it. Granted she probably wouldn't have been able to sever the Death Stalker's tail in one cut, it was thicker than its legs and had some decent armor, so she was grateful at least for Owyn's help. Now that its greatest asset was gone she could focus more on disabling its movements, make it a sitting duck for their attacks. With one leg gone it was already crippled, now to move onto a second. From where she was stood at its side she couldn't see her teammate, all she knew was that he'd inflicted some kind of nasty blow given the Grimm's pained howls. This was going surprisingly well for them. Despite being in a relatively cramped space, and being inexperienced, they were handily beating back this Death Stalker with little trouble. One more limb, one more solid strike and they could finish it off for good.

"Hah, please! This is barely a warm up for me!" Ulyssa retorted, smirking as she began her blade's vibrations again. For extra measure she reached up to the clip on her head and slipped loose a card, hoping to get something useful to slay the beast. Giving the face a quick look she grinned and threw the card into the air, using her Semblance to shatter it into dust crystals afterwards. The one she had drawn was for a speed boost with her strikes, enabling her to hit at almost twice her normal rate. It was brief, but should be plenty to do the job here. Poised to strike, she began to move in and try to sever one of the legs, yet fell short when a sudden sound caused her to freeze in her spot. A loud, guttural growl seemed to echo from down the hallway, and looking in said direction Ulyssa's eyes widened in shock. Staring them down was another three, no, four sets of eyes, the actual beings themselves cloaked in the shadow of the hallway. They were drawing nearer too, and she worried for a moment about their chances in such tight spaces.

"Owyn! We have trouble!" she shouted, turning to face off against the four new Grimm. Fighting a Death Stalker on your own might be a bit difficult, but with how injured it was Owyn could likely finish it off. Until he did then she'd have to contend with four Grimm, four of which she had no idea what they were. She still had speed on her side for about a minute, if she could land some decisive blows in that period maybe she could kill at least one or two. She knew what she had to do, yet Ulyssa was finding that her legs were not at all compliant to her will. Even as the four Grimm advanced on them she couldn't move, and she swore she felt her hands shaking. Why couldn't she attack them? So she couldn't see, big deal, she could hear them and at the very least see their eyes. She'd fought Grimm before, albeit never in these conditions, but that shouldn't be a problem. [i]Come on legs, work! Work![/i] The nearest Grimm let out a howl, one belonging to a Beowulf, before apparently leaping into the air and at her, barreling down with its fangs and claws. Bracing for the pain of the attack, Ulyssa closed her eyes and held her sword up defensively.

Yet the pain never came. Instead of feeling herself be swatted away or torn asunder, a sudden, thunderous blast rocked the Grimm before her, knocking it into an adjacent wall and breaking through the stone. Doing so let natural light pour into the room, and finally Ulyssa could get a better grasp of the situation. Beowulves, four of them, and the Death Stalker. The latter was injured heavily and blinded, but these four newcomers were the new threat. Just what in the hell had attacked that one then? Glancing over at the shattered wall her eyes widened slightly in surprise, seeing a foreign looking boy atop one of the wolves. With a sizable sword in hand he pinned the Grimm's neck down with his foot, and with one mighty cleave took its head clean off. Just where in the heck had he come from? Had he been following these Beowulves? He had just effectively saved her life, yet she couldn't find her voice to thank him for as much, finding herself still stuck in place and trembling slightly.

"Hey... Stand around and you're going to die..." Soren muttered, frowning as he glanced over at Ulyssa. She was one of the two from before, wasn't she? A quick glance and he spotted the preppy looking boy as well, finishing off what looked to be a badly injured Death Stalker. So that left three Beowulves for him then, right? Seeing as Ulyssa was utterly helpless at the moment it had to, unless the other boy could finish off his opponent in the next few moments. Letting out a sigh he began approaching the other three wolves, dragging his sword behind him as he did so, the steel clattering against the ground as it bounced over bricks and fallen rubble. "Just sit there actually, I got this..."

Three on one? Was he insane? No way was Ulyssa going to let someone do something so reckless. Sure, he'd killed one already, but it had essentially been a surprise attack; the chances of this boy doing that three more times seemed minimal at best. Besides, he had just saved her life, was she really going to let him die? Gritting her teeth she began to move her legs forward, furious at herself for freezing up like that. One step, then another, it was painstaking to try and do such a simple thing. Already Soren had begun fighting the wolves, being put on the defensive rather quick as he had to block a number of swipes and lunges. If he kept that up he was going to tire, and he'd die. If Owyn somehow lost his fight then she couldn't help both of them, what should she do? Owyn or the new boy? She had to decide rather quickly, who had a better chance of success? 

Owyn did. It was one on one, his enemy was injured, and he seemed competent. If he died here then she'd be heartbroken, but if he couldn't defeat a single Grimm on his own then he had no business as a Huntsmen either. Setting her sights on the nearest Beowulf, Ulyssa let out a shout of anger before rushing in, drawing its attention away from Soren with the scream. Ducking underneath a set of claws she slid along on her feet, pivoting the blade in her grasp and bringing it up in a quick arc. Her attack caught the Grimm along the chest, and while not a lethal strike she drew blood, and plenty of anger towards her. Jumping to the side to avoid the claws coming down on top of her, Ulyssa dashed forward again and made a horizontal cut along its left forefront leg, cutting tendons and rendering the limb near useless. That didn't stop the Beowulf from turning to try and bite at her though, and it might well have gotten her had another not been kicked back, smashing into the injured beast and knocking them both away.