The Ursa had cornered Alonare, who was kneeling with her blades at the ready; one above her head and one upright in front of her. Her fancy dodging only lasted so long, and the Grimm managed to corral her in the short time into a fallen building's living room...but the shotgun blast made both combatants jump, surprise on Alonare's part and pain on the Ursa's as it took some pellets to the arse.

Roaring and turning just in time to get breifcase'd to the side, followed up by more shotgun shells, the creature was clearly pissed off more than injured. Alonare blinked at what was being called to her Injured? Why would he care? But the thought was fleeting, deciding to tuck it away for a time when a rather peeved Ursa wasn't bearing down on an ally. The Faunus slapped her blade hilts together, pulled and arrow, and tugged the string back in one fluid moment, preparing to take the killing shot to the Ursa, just...

"Turn his head!"