The air was tense and filled Daiki with an alertness that seemed to slow time down for him, as his eyes noticed every single leaf floating in the wind, every blade of grass, and even the tiniest twitch of the Ursas' fur. He could hear his partner fighting behind him, holding his own for the moment, it seemed. He didn't have the luxury of turning around to check. Not against three Ursa all waiting to charge. The one in the middle was the largest, meaning he could try and kill it first and risk his attack failing horribly, or somehow try to eliminate the two at the sides quickly before the Major Ursa got to him.

Time seemed to stood still as Daiki moved. First, he pounced to the left, drawing his blade and quickly aiming for the Ursa's neck. Its two companions roared and charged immediately, the smaller one getting pinned against the tree as it was swatted aside by the Major Ursa's momentum. It made life all the easier for Daiki as he whirled back around, his sword sheathed again as he ran and met his opponent. A swing of its paw would break several bones in Daiki's body, even protected by Aura, so the student made sure to note the range of the Major's swing by the length of its legs. As the swipe came, Daiki halted his charge just a hair's breadth away from the Grimm's claws before smirking and drawing his blade, an upward slash removing the attacking limb before it could even finish its swing.

From the corner of his vision Daiki noted the last Ursa coming right at him. Remember this well, boy: you can take down Grimm in one strike but that doesn't always mean you have the chance to - so this lesson could well save your life... The blade is not the only part of your sword. His uncle's words resonated in his mind as Daiki swung with his scabbard, using the momentum of his slash to spin around and impart additional force to his blow. He infused the scabbard with some of his aura to ensure the wood wouldn't simply break and splinter uselessly against its target, but even then he could have sworn he felt the scabbard bending and cracking in his hand. He sighed and regretted the amount of work he would have to do to repair later, even if it was a small price to pay for keeping himself alive.

The Major as limping but not dead yet, so in the interest of ensuring it couldn't find a chance to complicate their fight further, Daiki quickly took advantage of its temporary disability to stab it in the neck, ensuring it was dead before turning around to catch his breath and observe his partner. The boy seemed to be doing well, several of the Beowolves already dead. The Alpha seemed to be circling around still, not quite joining the fight yet. No doubt it thought they would get exhausted soon and use that opportunity to secure its prey. Daiki intercepted one of the Beowolves, swatting out of the way with a killing blow to its stomach while using the opening to get close to his partner.

"Need a hand?" He asked quietly, facing the rest of the pack and ready for another round of fighting.