Dashing forward, Verse engaged the right flank of the squad, ignoring the beast charging up behind him for the instant and grabbed the blade as the Grimm stabbed. A quick twist and punch slammed his palm into its jaw with a satisfying crack, sending it loosely hanging. Two of its immediate comrades closed in while the third member help back, a strange shoulder gun trained on him as the Revenant waited for a shot. Twisting, Verse put the bladed beast between him and his fellows with a firm, pushing kick. It whips its sword, revealing the trick as the blade broke into segments and extended, revealing double barrels segmented through out, blasting sets of shrapnel at the faunus Hunter. Twisting low, Verse spun on his hands in a breakdance, avoiding the worst of the series of blasts while knocking the wielder's feet out from under it. Before the others could move in, Verse finished his rotation and, with perfect timing, caught the berserking Grimm's bound on the chest.
Momentum sent them both rolling and, on the second bounce while holding the beast's face back as it tried to bite his face, shoved with he feet. The monster launched and was sent sprawling into the wall on the opposite side of the street from the cafe. Recovering with a nice flip, Verse looked up to assess the situation. Wham! A red dust blade exploded off his aura.
Bloody hell that's potent, he thought as the Grimm who shot axes fired again while the one who had lined up its shot fired a beam of lightening. With a perfect ballet pose, Verse ducked under the beam of energy and avoided a blade of ice aimed at his leg. The beam hit the clawed monstrosity, which seemed to make it angrier. Scooping up the axehead of ice, he hurled it. The blade impacted into the beam shooter, imbedding into it. The Grimm snarled and whipped the device off its back, revealing a mighty, sparking maul.
The prone Grimm fired off a burst of its auto rifle, missing horribly as Verse engaged two of the squad. Trick Blade had stepped back, pulling out two long rods of rounds and inserting them into its blade. One of the one engaging with a mutated arm that had a gatling barrel sticking from it with icicles sticking from each barrel. The other wielding a heavy hose with a flaming blade at one end and, of course, a gun at the other. Gatling Arm took the lead, swinging brutally with its spiked arm while Hose Swinger snapped its weapon out from behind its flaming blade. Verse yanked his legs into the air, while twisting his body back in a low to the ground backflip that threaded between both the duo's high swing and low swipe. With a quick clap, Verse snapped his legs around Gatling Arm's head, dragging it down while twisting to yank free one of the ice spikes.
Landing in the sand, Verse drove the icicle into the struggling Grimm's head as it feebly struggled against its grip. Yanking it out as Hose Swinger swung around to drive it's blade down, Verse quickly threw it into the beast's neck. Gagging, it fell back as Verse jerked the gatling arm in the way of another blade made of wind. Lighting Head charged up. Rolling out the way of a brutal chop, Verse launched up and in, bringing the heels of his hand on either side of the Grimm's head. Without aura to protect it and, its skull no thicker than it was when it was human, it caved in. Grabbing the maul and a quick spin, Verse hurled the maul. A second later, and a pitiful moan of despair from the beast, it crushed the prone little auto gunner.
The Clawed Beast had risen, enraged but wiser to Verse's ways, approached with Trick blade flanking him. Verse's grin, which had yet to dip during the entire fight, weaved under a blade of lightening from Axe Shot and waited. Together, the duo engaged. Verse, weave around a chop and claw swipe and, with a sudden kick, hammered the Grimm's blade out of its unsuspecting palm and into the air. Stunned at the turn of events, Trick Blade stalled and, with a quick grab and yank from Verse, was shifted into the path of The Clawed Beast. Who, without much care for allies, slammed Trick Blade flying and dying into a wall.
With a quick catch and, having seen the trick before, Verse switches the weapon with it's whip blade. A quick straighten out of his balanced pose into a fencer like one let the Clawed Beast's swipe breeze his hair while lightly whipping the blade around the Grimm's leg. With a sudden tort twist, as if spinning out a dance partner, Verse activated all the shotguns shredding and slicing the Clawed Beast's leg. He darted around, avoiding the molten axe-blade from the rooftop shooter, Verse darted towards the wall, lining himself up to be between the two.
Enraged beyond reason, The Clawed Beast charged one its good arms. A scream from above alerted him to what he guessed Axe Shot would do. He lightly stepped back and out of the way of a curved, ice polearm that lanced down as Axe Shot leaped from the roof. Grabbing the weapon-head, he twisted on the lever that was created, sending the Grimm sprawling in front of The Clawed Beast, who just ran it over, and spun it. Using both the momentum and a braced, point out stance, Verse impaled the Revenant onto and through the blade. Sliding two feet back before he he overcame its momentum, Verse did a simple step and shot the ice head into the recovering Axe Head as The Clawed Beast gagged and died.
Pulling the polearm free of the monster's body, Verse ran quickly and checked on the still prone Axel.
A pulse, he thought,
so he'll live. Unsure if he'd come around soon, Verse leaped onto the rooftop across from the cafe, taking stock of the situation.
Aura's at about 80 odd percent. That'll recover some, he thought,
and the song is only just beginning its second set. About a minute of combat then. Laying down, Verse listened to the vibrations as best he could. There was something going on outside of the city, but not here yet. He also had no idea where these humanoid Grimm had come from. Conflicted between which to investigate, Verse had his decision made for him. Hearing rather than seeing, two more individuals approached the cafe and, from their voices, they were at least not demented beasts. In fact, one was the shouter. Deciding that listening was better than making meetings at the moment, Verse remained on top of the roof. He smiled as he changed songs, his faunus ears easily able to pick of the conversation.
Combat situations make people much noiser, he thought.