Glancing at the mass of downed Ursa the copper-haired kid sighed and nodded in agreement. It was obvious that it had been his handiwork as he was still amidst their dead, and even more to the point there was fur clinging to his clothes. "That may be the case, but 'tired' is a luxury we really can't afford to take with the sheer number of enemies around here." Speaking of time it was readily apparent that the sooner they got their relic and got out the better. The Beowolf had been drawn by the sounds of Lupus' fight with the Ursa, and any moment now more Grimm could come rounding the corner searching for the source of the gunshot... It had been fairly loud, even when compared with his earlier combat. Noise buffering would have to be more focused on when he reworked Pikne next time.

"I mean; if I hadn't been around you would have been wolf-chow, and considering how many of these guys seem to be in the city the odds are I won't always be around. I might get picked off and eaten as we round the next corner. Or we could be split up and suddenly find ourselves being chased down blind alleys only to be impaled on the tusks of rampaging Boarbatusks. Better yet we could wind up being jumped by a bigger pack of Beowolves and completely swarmed over, not noticing more Ursa amongst the numbers and not being prepared when their massive paws slice open our bellies. Or heck; we could survive near disembowelment by all the horrors this city has to offer only to be picked up by a passing Nevermore and dropped to our deaths a hundred feet below as we panicked and attempted to come to terms with the fact we were no longer on the ground." His eyes were a bit distant as he said all this, honestly contemplating his own demise in a roundabout way. It was an interesting, if morbid topic. Still; it could happen.

For now of course he didn't have time for such thoughts, especially considering he was fairly certain he could hear the scratching and scraping of claws on asphalt not far off. There were more, all around; whether they were aware of the presence of himself and his partner he was unaware, but they were close. The entire city, it seemed, was teeming with Grimm around every corner; much more than he had initially expected.

"Vask." He replied with a courteous, if slightly uncomfortable nod. Pink eyes flashed from beneath his bangs, glancing at Lupus' sword and then at the Ursa once more, causing him to worry a bit. The strikes seemed deep but erratic and he gave himself a mental reminder not to stand too close to his new partner in a fight, just in case. "My name is Vask." He didn't bother looking at his ally as he said this, instead turning his head this way and that, attempting to listen for something else, some small hint that they were headed in the right direction.

Grumbling impatiently he turned his head towards what he roughly estimated was the city's center and nodded to himself. That was the way to go if he had to guess, which considering their less than stellar instructions he did. Looking to one of the dilapidated buildings he grinned to himself and walked over, taking hold of an exposed wall beam that had been split some time ago. With a slight grunt of effort he pulled at the beam, kicking loose bricks from around it's base until it came free. "This should work..." He muttered to himself, finally winding up with a plank of wood a bit longer than he was tall.

Feeling content with his acquisition he turned back from the ruined building towards the city's center and reaching up with his plank managed to swat the end of a rickety ladder attached to an out of use fire escape which he climbed swiftly, hauling the plank up awkwardly as he went. "Do try to keep up." He called down, having set into motion without consulting his ally... not that he figured there would be much use in that. He didn't trust the guy, an odds were he would wind up saying something insulting or irritating that would anger him if they really got to talking. Best to keep things quiet and keep them civil... At least until the situation was a bit less dangerous and he could think through his words and hopefully not wind up in a fistfight or completely shunned by yet another person.

His plan was simple and his intent clear; use the plank to walk across the gaps between buildings. Leaping them would be necessary in some places probably, but the plank would save extra energy they may need for fighting later. Besides; it could be used as a first line of defense; to swat or throw at oncoming Grimm. If all went well they would make it to the city's center in a few dozen minutes, find their relics, and then they could just hole up somewhere Grimm-free until the teleport back occurred.

Of course plans were not the end all-be all. Even as he reached the roof he could hear something on the wind in the direction they were heading. Something that would become clearer as voices as they got nearer. Something he found himself moving very quickly towards without really thinking about it.