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The remaining three Ursa roared their defiance. And to his horror, others seemed to answer. Six more came from the trees. That made eleven. No wait, another two, and then four more. So many.

There was a brief shattering of glass, the noise echoing around them before Neo vanished. He barely had time to consider that she had abandoned him, not even the time for it to cross his mind, before blurs of white were appearing between the Grimm. The briefest flashes of a familiar figure, and a lightning slash of silver, before it would vanish. Monsters roared, Ursa toppled, blood flowed.

And smoke billowed.

Until, in less than twenty seconds, she had killed just as many Grimm, and stood before him once more. Her visage frozen with blood dripping down her cheek. None of it her own.