For a moment, it seemed to Abel as if Bridget's luck had run out. As the girl stumbled, he prepared to wheel around and attempt to hold off the Ursa Major, however lethal that plan. It didn't even register with him that he had just basically decided he would risk his life to protect someone he only just met
Thankfully, the scytheblade shooting past his torso to latch onto a branch a little ways ahead signaled that neither teen would be facing death just yet. Abel adjusted his direction a little to allow Bridget to soar smoothly past him and regain the distance she lost. “Sorry about the splinters! Wasn't thinking!” He barreled beneath the tree she was perched in, his breathing ragged and the Grimm hard on his heels. It appeared that, in its eagerness to catch its fatigued prey, that the Ursa Major had developed tunnel vision; it charged after Abel, ignoring Bridget except for brushing against the trunk of her tree. Abel managed to notice this when he looked back to see if Bridget was following.
Abruptly, he changed direction, and leaped behind some bushes to his right. The Ursa, suddenly confused, altered course and smashed through the bushes, but Abel was no longer there. Instead, he stood still behind a trunk not too far away. Until the bearlike monster detected his scent in a few moments, he could do as he wished. “Head for the cave now!” He hollered at his partner. The Ursa Major, roughly forty feet away, perked up his ears and turned toward him. “I'll stall it!”
Abel jumped away again as the Grimm's burly arm tore the trunk into firewood. With a resolute shout he raised the Ampere and plunged it into the vermillion grass. Seeing only another obstacle, and a puny one at that, the Ursa Major attacked once more with a cruel horizontal swipe. Rather than disemboweling the boy, however, the blow's path was suddenly stopped by the Ampere's shaft, which vibrated violently from the impact and released a high-voltage shock into the large Ursa's paw. It recoiled, snarling at the strange, hurtful sensation as it rose up onto its hind legs, and Abel pulled his slightly-dented weapon from the earth to take advantage of the opening. The Grimm's head was an obvious target, particularly the darkened eye with its mottled flesh, but he knew aiming that high was too risky. An image of the Ursa Major batting the extended polearm away and ripping his intestines out flashed through Abel's head, and he instead sent a thrust at its stubby hind legs. His dirtied blade pierced the ebony fur, and the monster roared in pain. Spurred on by fear, Abel hightailed it out of there, leaving the wounded beast in his dust as he made for the cave Bridget had indicated earlier.
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