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</div></div><i>What in the world does that faunus think…oh.</i><br/><br/>Robin realized the faunus’ movements were not a display of suicidal overconfidence, but an attempt to create a distraction for his own sake.  While the gesture was self-sacrificing, to say the least, Robin neither needed nor desired help.  If the Grimm were to lunge, a warding rune followed by a slowing rune would give him plenty of time to escape and outmaneuver his opponent.  At least, in theory.<br/><br/>Yet he supposed one act of sacrificial idiocy deserved reciprocity, although Robin was far more cautious about getting close towards the Grimm.  While one of its forelegs was crippled, its jaws were now poised to strike at the faunus.  He moves forward in an instant, saber flashing to sketch a second flame rune in the air, which he cast beneath the Grimm’s jaw.  He detonated it, creating another large burst of flame, hopefully enough to serve as a proper distraction.  However, such use of his fire runes would become an issue—he only had enough Dust on him to cast five, and he needed them to protect against the Grimm’s freezing breath.<br/><br/>Luckily, Robin had options.  Ignoring any sort of teamwork, he cast a Slowing Rune close to the Grimm’s unharmed forelimb, waiting for it to take a single step forward and inadvertently wander into a trap.  Despite the Grimm’s bulk, it was far quicker than he expected, and slowing it down a bit would give the both of them a significant advantage.  Although, in Robin’s opinion, the both of them were hardly teammates, only cooperating together for survival’s sake.  He imagined the two would be wholly incompatible as partners or in the field, and would only need to suffer this indignity until the successful conclusion of the trial.<br/><br/>But now, his actions were to wait, and hope.  To hope the Grimm would be significantly distracted by his rune attack, and wait for the chance to launch a second counterattack against the Grimm’s remaining foreleg, followed by a lethal cut to the back of its skull.  And he could do it<i>all</i>without this faunus’ help.