Gram poked the felled Ursa Major in its lifeless eyes. Yup. Definitely dead. Shame, but perhaps he could turn this disappointment into an advantage... His eyes darted up to the Ursa Major's back, at the bone spikes protruding from it. He definitely could turn this unsatisfying kill into a fun little advantage, indeed.

Gram climbed up onto the oversized bear and wrapped a hand around one of the sharper bone spikes and yanked as hard as possible. It was easily 'uprooted' by the young man, who inspected the spike rather casually before holding it under his arm and pulling out the others. Finally, he picked out the sharpest, most wicked looking two and held on to them, leaving the rest in a neat pile. 

After giving his new 'swords' a few practice swings and stabs, Gram went on his jolly way.
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Atalanta looked in the direction pointed out to her, seeing nothing but treeline with her average human eyes. Normally she'd be asking some kind of variation of 'are you okay bro?', but the again it wasn't as if they were going backwards from where they'd landed, so what Isaac saw could conceivably be in that rough direction. It wasn't as if they had any better plans [i]anyway[/i].

Atalanta shrugged. "Alright then, let's head out," she said, taking aim with her gauntlets and firing off her grapnels, "Don't worry about me leaving you all alone out here, I'll be sure not to be travelling [i]too fast[/i]." And with that, she shot herself into the forest.