[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B] —[I]♫♪Aux grands maux, les grandes remèdes. ♫♪[/I]—[/Center] --- [Center][B]Drunk on Pain and Exhaustion — C6[/B][/Center] --- Nauseous. Nauseous and incredibly exhausted were the only things that registered in Pascale's mind. That and a slight soothing feeling near her abdomen, thigh, and upper arm. What was that? Of course, there was really no telling from the condition she was in. Hell, Pascale wasn't even conscious during her drunken ruminations and she honestly could have cared less what was going on. Her slumber was deep, oddly restorative, but also somewhat unnerving. Shouldn't she have been in a Grim infested forest with... with someone. Who? She was holding onto someone, last she remembered. Yeah. And she was running, but from what? Oh, it hurt so much to think. All she wanted was rest now, or to die—whichever came first. But, what was making her so damn nauseous? Was it that now incessant bumping she was experiencing? That faint slosh in her stomach brought on by the dizziness she didn't know she was experiencing was just so irritating. Add onto that the up and down, up and down constantly in motion feeling she was currently suspended in, and you had a cat faunus more than ready to puke her guts out. Everything, from then on, seemed to fade in and out of view. The sounds around her were muffled and distant. Breathing, heavy breathing and loud grunts and roars in the distance. Nothing connected, though, as Pascale's mind was too hazed and intoxicated by exhaustion and fatigue. It was all too much for her mind to handle, then, and she could barely feel the onset of a migraine. [i]BOOM—CRAAAAAACK[/i] "Shit," Pascale cursed, her head jolting up too quickly. Her vision was hazed and blurry, but her eyes were wide and filled with mixed feelings of shock and fear. She remembered what she was running from, and who was in her arms then, but her arms were empty and dragging listlessly on the cold, forest floor. At this moment, her aura began kicking into overdrive, draining what little she had left to return her senses, dull the pain she was currently feeling and let her carefully observe her surroundings. With it came a small burst of energy, enough to make her mind push back any thoughts of vomiting, nausea, and the need to sleep for a good twenty-four hours, as well as current vision of what was going on in front of her. A giant, black claw raised high in the air, attached to an intimidatingly large, yet fatigued figure that blocked her entire frontal few. Grim—Ursa. Realizing now that the girl she had tackled and saved was currently dragging her, Pascale shifted her wait back onto her feat, pushing down a groan of pain as she did. Kicking her left foot up and sticking it out straight in front of Naomi, she positioned her hand up almost as if on cue. The pressure from propelling her foot up, unlatched the compacted weapon inside and shot it directly into her waiting hand. In these few seconds, Pascale pushed herself slightly forward, the weapon unfolding in her grasp to reveal the freshly sharpened blade sheathed inside. Just as the Ursa swung down, the Blade connected with the underside of its paw, piercing through with the aid of the Ursa's own velocity and stopping the attack mid flight. It howled, tilting its head back in pain, giving Pascale a small window of time to fire off her boots and launch herself forward, nearly slamming Naomi into the ground as she did. What she didn't expect to happen was to fall completely onto her knees in pain just as she tugged her weapon from within the Grim's paw. The pain that shot through her thigh and into the rest of her body came as a complete shock to her. That wasn't good and soon, she joined in the Ursa's howl. It stopped, though, hearing the girl scream in unison. The fresh blood that leaked from the wound on her thigh wafted into its nostrils; the thing took a long whiff of it, letting the heady scent completely register in its primordial mind. That, along with the sent of Oakenya sap was enough to drive the injured beast into a frenzy. Giving the girl beneath it a sinister snarl, it dipped to her level before bracing itself and drawing back both claws, intentionally enlarging its figure. The sound of the beasts growl caught Pascale's attention. She winced, doing her best to ignore the pain now wracking her body. This wasn't good. Her eyes shifted behind her in that split second, hand reaching back to grab onto Naomi's hoodie. With enough force, she swung her arm back slightly and then launched it to the side to fling the girl a few feet away, gasping at the pain the crushed her side and arm now. In doing this, she effectively let the bear Grimm fall almost completely onto her. What the Ursa failed to notice was the sound of a the rapier shooting forward, releasing a bullet into the Grimm's chest before burying itself deep into its chest, coming in at an angle as it fell straight into the hilt, nearly missing the beasts heart, but finding both its artery and jugular, in the process and falling short of the spinal column in its next. The beast could only gurgle on its own blood as it lost all control of its bodily functions and simply went limp from the multitude of injuries it sustained. If not for the fact that it was already effectively beaten up, Pascale probably wouldn't have been able to make hide or hare of that situation. The girl blacked out once more, her aura barely sustaining her beneath the dead Grimm's full weight, though the orange flicker beneath made certain that Naomi knew that her efforts to save Pascale were not in vain. But, if nothing were to throw the dead Ursa off her in time, she may as well be dead to her already.