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Bron was about to answer Flint, but then his team came. How did they know he was in trouble. Instead of answering Flint, he just grunted. He wasn't about to give him a answer with his team right there. "Fine." Bron begrudgingly said. "I'll focus on the Faunus, for now. But as soon as she's down I'm dragging your worthless hide into Vale! Dead or alive." Bron growled. Bron shifted Trick Shot into it's bow form, and took out a couple of his compressed air arrows. Bron pulled back the arrows on his bow, and fired a volley at the Faunus.

After they left his bow he next readied a smokescreen arrow. Bron fired the arrow at the woman, causing a blanket of smoke to cover her, and the immediate area around her, easily opening her up for another's attack. Bron's eyes then went over to Flint. He didn't trust him one bit. He was ready incase he would try something. He's not getting the better of him this time, and if that means he has to let whoever this woman is go, then so be it. Something about Flint just brought out the worse in Bron. He just couldn't stand him.