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Most of the time, Ben would claim he was the levelheaded member of the team. He had to be. He was the Captain. Lauren, Amy, Sangue they could all be as hotheaded as they wanted. Amy was proving that pretty handily right now. But Ben needed to be the one ready to rein them back in. But being a Huntsman wasn't all about being calm, collected, and clever. If it was then any General worth their salt could do Ben's job, and probably do it better. No. Part of being a good Huntsman was knowing when the rules of play went out the fucking window, and knowing how to fight like a goddamn maniac to compensate.

And fighting a Manticore on foot with shotguns and blades fit the bill.

[i]We better get some serious fucking brownie points for this.[/i]

"Hey, bitch!" Bastille's, at this point potentially certifiable, team leader called out, throwing a rather obscene gesture the Manticore's way while he swaggered up towards the edge of the roof. "This your idea of fun? Did the other Grimm call you names, so you're gonna pick on the puny humans?"

Grimm, generally, were much too stupid to grasp the meaning of words.

But this one would have to be clinically braindead to miss Ben's tone. Did he think he was going to badger the Grimm to death? Absolutely not, but he could piss it off. And if he was pissing it off, it'd be paying less attention to Amy. And hey, if his tone didn't do the trick, the Fire Dust rounds rocketing at its eyes would do the trick. As would the Lightning ones he casually swapped into Artorius' chamber and sent after their more fiery brethren.

He eyed the Manticore's movements, waiting for the preparatory bunch of muscles. Either he got its attention and it went after him, in which case Deinamig was on standby to get him out of the way in time, or it stayed focused on Amy. In [i]that[/i] case he had an opening. Win win.

Didn't make the plan any less insane.

"Give it a shot! See what happens, you ugly bastard."