"You got it, take your time though. No sense in missing a meal because we were rushed." Ideally Soren would tell Lyra to stay back and keep an eye on their game, but he knew she probably wouldn't want to stay put. So long as there weren't multiple Ursa about he should be okay on his own provided it was only a test of raw strength. Did he have more power than something like that though? He wasn't sure, he'd never had to fight one before so that was up in the air still. Leaving the Faunus to her work he stepped through the brush and continued on away from the hunting grounds, trying to distance himself as much as possible to prevent the Ursa from finding Lyra. It would be one thing to have to fight the Grimm, it would be another matter entirely if they had to fight over a meal. 

There were a handful of things which Soren was good at. Hunting, fighting, thinking on his feet in dire situations, he had traits that ought to make him an excellent hunter. He lacked somewhat in the intelligence department though, at least compared to some of the students here, and he lacked one particular skill which would be very useful here: stealth. With his tall, muscular frame and heavy sword he didn't exactly possess the ability to sneak about, though he doubted it would have done terribly much here anyways. About 50 meters from where he'd left Lyra he found the Ursa they'd been alerted to, thankfully only one it seemed. While a relief in of itself to find so few he'd hoped to catch it by surprise, yet his oafish self had scraped a tree with his sword while walking by, putting the Grimm on full alert immediately. No sense in trying to hide then, albeit it had probably noticed his scent by now either way, it wasn't like sneaking up on a person. 

No sooner had he broken the plane of the clearing did the Ursa let out a furious roar, rising up on its haunches and standing several heads taller than Soren. With eyes burning a furious read it flexed its forepaws before heaving its body forward in a charge, racing on all fours before lifting its right arm to take a swing at him. Soren lifted up his sword and angled the flat edge of the blade outward, blocking the arm before the claws got anywhere near him for safe measure. The force of the blow forced him to use his free hand to support his weapon, and his feet dug into the soft earth upon the impact yet he somehow remained upright. "You've got a bit of power there, fun," he muttered before pushing the Ursa's arm away, stepping back with his left leg and throwing forward his right, kicking the Grimm in the stomach and managing to force it back, following up with an overhead cleave that buried itself in its shoulder but didn't quite sever, alarmingly becoming stuck in the process. Cursing to himself he had to release the sword as another swipe nearly took his head off, jumping up and forcing his weapon free before backing off hastily. Not quite as easy as a Beowulf then, good to know. 

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"People who can't adjust wouldn't adjust even if they weren't Huntsmen. Being a huntsman has nothing to do with that," Ulyssa stated matter-of-factly, "And being the top of the class just means you're obligated to help others in your class succeed too. The Huntsmen are only as powerful as their people, and it doesn't help anyone to have a sub-par Huntsman now does it? That's why you three are going to have to do your best here." She added a wink to the last bit but she meant it, they needed to do their absolute best in order to see themselves rise to the occasion. If she were to do her parents proud then she couldn't settle for anything less than top of the class, she wouldn't dream of doing anything less given her pedigree. 

They should have enough wood for at least a fire now, and the larger limbs for a shelter would come later. Soren would be a better fit for hauling away branches, she didn't quite see Owyn being particularly useful for some hefty manual labor. Not that she'd tell him outright, she didn't think it was too conducive to be insulting your teammates. "My sword isn't flashy enough for you? Well I'm very sorry to disappoint His Grace with my subpar weapon," Ulyssa said jokingly, smirking before waving her weapon about, "It's not meant to be flashy, that's the point. I can make due with a simple sword, rather than need some fancy weapon. I use my semblance to fight more often than not anyways." Had Owyn been paying any attention at all during their last encounter then he... Oh, had she even used it? She'd frozen up at a crucial point and Soren had been forced to stand in for her, she couldn't recall if she'd actually used a card or not. What a terribly humiliating way to begin their partnership, she'd have to make up for that somehow.