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"Get to shelter! ''Go!" ''Bruce shouted at the civilians. The scrambled into nearby buildings as the ursa charged towards him, the fresh gash in it's flank from the faunus's axe making it's stride lopsided. Bruce shouted as his light-brown aura flared as he charged forth to meet the creature, his axe held ready to lash out. Just before they collided, the ursa swung out with both paws, one of which was removed with a deft swing of the axe.

The other paw struck Bruce on the chest, claws glancing off his aura and nocking him back a foot or two. The hit would probably bruise later, but that was aright. The ex-prize fighter had already won. "Better luck next time, fuzzy," he quipped as the grimm collapsed howling in pain. Then the faunus lifted his axe high above his head, and silenced the grimm with a mighty blow that left a crack or two in the pavement. It was better to be sure with these things.

The faunus looked up to survey his surroundings, and noticed the flare hovering in the distance. Then he slung his axe across his back for quick acess, and began dashing down the labryinthine city streets, searching for the flare's source. Someone might need his help.