There it was, the roar of an Ursa filled the forest as flocks of birds took to the sky in fright.  Lyra's ears bent back slightly as she picked up her pace from a walk toward the sound.  As she came through the clearly, she was standing behind the massive form of a red-eyed cretin that resembled only a bear in its silhouette.  She watched it recover from stumbling back for a moment, trying to regain its wit.  Soren's brute strength came as a clear surprise to the Grimm, that was for sure, but the Ursa didn't falter for long as it moved to attack again.  Lyra let out a high-pitched whistle, halting the monster.  She wasn't far from it and it took little more than a shake of her hands and flourish of the wrist for her claws to turn back into her hunting bow.  It was unnerving to think of how close it had been to the boars - had it been looking to hunt their prize too?

She leaned to the side so that she could catch a glimpse of Soren and nodded - thankful that he'd shown the ability to hold his own.  The Faunus caught sight of the Ursa's partially severed arm and she flinched slightly - the limb was only attached by some flesh along with black-doused muscle and tendon reaching across the gap of opened wound, barely holding on.  How did the thing still manage to control it?  Did Grimm even have a sense of pain, let alone any kind of science behind their muscles' control?

Lyra dropped to one knee and pulled an arrow with a starch-white, rounded tip out, almost like the one she'd used to light a fire earlier, and pulled it back against the string of her bow.  "Cover your eyes!"  She shouted as she released her grip on the string and turned her head just before it made contact.  The tip burst on the monster's cheek and released a dazzling light - even in the shade of the trees, it was stunning.  At this point, the beast was more than a little bit confused, but the temporary blindness would only last for a short while, it would gain its wits about it soon enough.  Soren had to act - Lyra's arrows could do little harm to such a large beast and she didn't want to use more Dust-infused ones than she had to.

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Owyn quirked a brow, "Your semblance, eh?  That's pretty good, mine's still pretty freaking exhausting...  But it depends on how much I use it - like anybody else, I get tired out by it a lot faster as I use it more.  Eh, we all find some way to make up for something, right?"  He shrugged, "I guess I can respect the simplicity of the blade though, there's nothing wrong with it...  But y'know, you see some Hunters have these massive freakin' things; I don't know many people who don't have some kind of range in their weapon.  Even mine reaches pretty far when it splits, but I guess I don't have some fancy-ass gun built into it or anything.  But I don't remember using the word subpar."

He shrugged as they started looking for a place to really settle down, carrying the load of branches and twigs that they'd collected.  A roar filled the woods and Owyn furrowed his brow, "Dear god, what did those two get themselves into..."  Without a doubt, it sounded like a Lyra problem.  "I hope they found something worth fighting over - sounds like a pretty big fight."