✘ Profile ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ After having a meal in the school cafeteria, Garret had soon set out for his newly acquired mission. It had been some time since he had hunted Grimm in an official capacity for the school, and he so dearly missed the hunt. The memory of his first official task for beacon sprang to mind, a simple letter delivery mission. Well, it was supposed to be one at least. He had run into an Ursa that day, and later the aftermath of a bandit attack. No day has been quite so violent or extreme as that one since, but it had set his expectations for this school. 'And this time, I shall be the hunter in full. I seek out the Grimm more so than they seek me out.' He silently thought to himself. The Ursa had tailed him en route to the school and interrupted his delivery. It would've been an incredibly simple matter too... but a new student, or a few, had decided to take the same route as him. It ended as it was meant to however; the Ursa lay dead and disintegrating while Garret was able to move on and escort the students to the school. 'I pray to the god of the hunt that mine is uninterrupted.' He offered in his mind. He did not like others participating and ruining the sanctity of his hunt. It was a his own personal challenge; to live or die by his own skill. And he had no intention to die quite yet. If it came to pass though it would be hard fought. He had made a vow to reclaim his home, and he would pursue that goal to his last breath. 'And the only way I shall be able to go back to that land is to destroy every Grimm I may encounter.' He thought to himself. So this mission would be a good way to test how his skills had fared in his time at Beacon. He had survived Jaws in one of her rampages, so a normal Grimm would be of equal or lesser difficulty.
Garret would set out from the courtyard with two objectives in mind; the first was to kill any Grimm that may have made their way close to the school. It was only expected to be weak ones, but he would keep caution nonetheless. While he had no doubt of his martial prowess and skill, he was not there to kill a single Grimm. He was there to eliminate as many as he could to ensure the safety of the school and its inhabitants. To ensure that he was no longer the helpless boy he once was. He also had a second objective in mind; find wherever that dream was pointing him to. The fact it had been a reoccurring one with ever increasing detail made him desire to learn more about it and why it was happening. Of the figure in the dream and what he truly represented. It could be nothing but a recurring fancy for an opponent that would truly test him, but he wanted to be sure. It seemed far too persistent to be merely an illusion of the mind. Though that would be a secondary objective for him regardless. First and foremost would be the elimination of any and all Grimm he came across. He had prepared himself for such an occurrence. He had his usual satchel resting against his left hip, his combat attire, and his spears. Virtue was strapped to his back for now while Heir was wielded in his right hand. One spear being held as such was little encumbrance to him, not when he fought and traveled with them for so long. This way he would be battle ready if need be, and could always go for the other one later if he got the chance to. It would also make travel for him much simpler as well. Especially once he reached the more wooded area of the outskirts itself. "Let the hunt begin." He would say softly with an arrogant smile playing at his lips as he left the courtyard and walked towards the outskirts.
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You enter the outskirts just beyond the courtyard. Beacon Academy is surrounded by grasslands which provides a great deal of vision on any who would assail the academy. As you reach the edge of the prairie you spot a single rogue Beowolf (Level X). It was rather small in stature, but very muscular. It was sniffing the ground probably looking for food, but then it's head slowly lifts up and spots your team. It snarls at you and rushes for the first person who posted in the courtyard. It throws a swift claw at their face.
Defeat the Beowolf to proceed.
Level Two
After destroying the Beowolf your group proceeds to the outer edges of Beacon Academy's territory. Large mountains can be seen in the distance, but before them is a large wooded area. You spot 3 weak Beowolves (Level X) in the distance. Likely searching for their friend. They are also significantly scrawny. This pack must've been starving!
Defeat all 3 Beowolves to proceed.
Level Three
You successfully defeated the 3 pitiful Beowolves. You enter the forest's edge and discover several scratch marks, and beowolf paw prints in the mud. Then from behind you a large Boarbatusk appears! It smashes its right hoof into ground signalling its charge. It rushes at the second to last person who posted and pins them up against a tree with furious strength.
It didn't take Garret long to reach the outskirts which smelled of fresh earth and nectar. It was wild terrain that stretched as far as the eyes could see. All sorts of muted sounds echoed through the forest. It didn't take any time or work to spot the target. A grimm sat on the ground sniffing its foreleg (level unknown). Completely unaware of Garret's presence. It was rather large in stature, and very muscular. It turned around to search as the grimm always did. It was sniffing the ground before it noticed the newcomer, a nasty snarl donning its face, but the creature made no move. It took a step back to analyze its surrounding. This wasn't a novice beowolf by any means.
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'Less like the normal mindless beasts I see. Hmm... A suitable warm up.' He thought to himself with a arrogant smirk across his lips. What the Grimm may have thought seeing that, as Garret was unsure if they would know what it meant, he did not know. But it was Garret's own way of showing he was going to be enjoying himself. It was hard to keep his arrogance in check at times, even though he respected all his opponents. The thrill of battle tended to do that to him. He knew beowolves at least, even if this seemed to be a more cautious one. And while he knew not if they could understand him... It would not dissuade his coming words. "What is the matter prey? You may stand back as a coward or come and face me; the outcome shall always be the same. For my duels are to the death." Garret would say loudly and arrogantly to the creature. His blood was pumping, hands tightening on his spears as he was itching for the fight to start. So much so he did a little taunt to the beast in the form of twirling Heir in his right hand as Virtue remained at the ready in his left.
As Garret finished the spin of his spear it would be left pointed out towards the grimm in a challenge. Arrogant smirk across his lips as Garret was content to wait if it feared approaching him. Even in Garret's eagerness he did not go forth with reckless abandon though. No, he was not going to let the Grimm get a measure of him quite yet. He saw no reason to rush this battle and fall for any trap it may have for him despite his own eagerness for battle, having the will to restrain himself. If it waited too long or tried escaping though that was another matter. Garret would not let it escape him alive.
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The grimm stood there staring at Garret, sizing him up to see if it could eat him in one chomp it seemed. The creature's beady red eyes shifted slowly to the edges of the forest only to return to garret. Beowolves liked to hunt in packs, but this one obviously wasn't close to its friends. It snarled again before it slammed its forelegs onto the ground and slashed up some earth.
And then it was charging. Blasting through the air in a glorious flurry. The creature leaped into the air in typical fashion, but its trajectory was off. It did a flip in the air and would land behind Garret and then slash with both hindlegs. Its claws ripping through the air with this rather uncharacteristic move. Grimm rarely showed this sort of intelligence, but it wasn't super uncommon. Any grimm that survived close to the city had to know a few tricks or it wouldn't survive the casual traveler.
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The Beowolf was charging at him, ripping the earth beneath its claws as it gained momentum to attack its prey. Or so it thought, for Garret considered himself the predator in this scenario. His arrogant smile never faltered on his face as it charged him, bracing himself with his spears ready to quickly move forward and impale the beast once it was close. Then it did that leap they were so well known for as Garret felt the battle may end before it even began. He was beginning to question the intellect of the beast as he raised his spears up in front of him, ready to impale it... before his eyes widened as at the last moment he realized its leap was not bringing it to him. Its trajectory was off and rather than the tiger like pounce it did a flip as Garret's spears barely missed it...As Garret saw and felt it landing behind him. 'Need to move! How did it know t-' He began to think and act, beginning to move forward to try and get away from the beowolf. But it was far too late to escape unscathed, not without his semblance at least. Even as he moved forward, as quick as he tried to respond, he felt the sharpness of the claws graze his back and the force behind them. Had he not moved forward the attack would've been much worse, but still he grit his teeth as he could feel the point of contact burning and the slight trickle of blood.
A mixture of anger and exhilaration filled Garret in that moment. Anger that he let himself get hit, but exhilaration in regards to having a worthy opponent for now. He felt no fear for the grimm yet, its blow not lethal or devastating. The pain only made him feel more in tune with the battle, more eager to slay the beast. 'The tougher the opponent, the greater the honor in defeating it.' He thought to himself as he quickly moved away from it, spinning back to face it once he felt he had gained enough distance from it. His arrogant smile was still on his face, though it was much smaller than earlier. He was growing a bit more serious now for this; the slight feeling of invulnerability gone. He would remain in a defensive stance to see how the Grimm would act now, waiting for his chance to strike. He respected his opponent more now, and rather than attack blindly for revenge, he would watch to see if he could exploit its own moves this time. 'No guessing. No falling back. When it attacks, strike.' He thought to himself resolutely. He was not afraid to trade blows if need be, though if it could be avoided and he still strike the creature he would do so.
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The beowolf stood there. Staring at Garret once again with uncanny intelligence for its size. It's eyes shifted to the forest and back again. Still no sign of its friends. This would be a final stand for one of them, and the beast seemed perfectly at ease with this. It slashed another claw into the earth as it prepped its next charge was was customary. The creature's beady red eyes locked on its prey. The man before it would fall like the dozens it had met before it. The grimm began its rush with furry. This time it was faster. When the beast had finally reached the usual point where it would leap, it instead continued on the ground straight for the spear. It would side swipe with its left forearm at the spear to try and knock it away as it finally was within melee range. It's arm was covered in skeletal growths that worked like a form of armor. The creature would slash with its other arm straight for Garret's shoulder. The beast roared with bloodlust. It wanted to chew this human up and spit him out. If Garrett did not make a move his shoulder would be deeply wounded.
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It reached roughly the same distance as before when it pounced over him, only this time it kept to the charge. 'Trying to trick me with my expectations... I'm not falling for it now.' He thought to himself, though the only indication he gave to its change in tactic was his arrogant smile growing to show his teeth. He had a surprise for it as well, one that he was not going to show it immediately. No, he was not going to give it much of a chance to react. He activated his semblance but made no move from his prior stance. The creature was quickly upon him, doing a side swipe with its left arm towards Heir in Garret's right hand. Apparently trying to disarm him. But while it was quicker this time before, it was not quick enough. Garret, with semblance activated, would quickly drop that arm down along with spear while so it would go under the creatures side swipe, but he still was not out of the woods. Its right hand was coming up for a slash towards Garret as it let out a roar of blood lust. "Checkmate." Garret would say confidently without raising his voice. It had hadn't realized Garret had a speed semblance. The arm that had not been targeted, wielding Virtue, would quickly move in the same moment as its swipe was going to Garret. It was going up to try to block the slash with the the shaft of the spear (the body) and push its arm away if it could. At the same moment and movement the hand wielding Heir would quickly thrust forward in an upward angle towards the Grimm's chest. He hoped that its momentum would help carry it into the spearhead, It had wounded him, but he had plans to wound it much worse. He planned to sink it in as deep as possible if he hit.
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The beowolf 's eyes grew wide when it realized its fatal mistake. Garret was simply too fast. The creature was used to gutting its prey after a handful of moves, but all things came to an end. Garret was there and then he was past the swipe entirely. Its arm was smacked off its path and before the grimm could react it felt the cold stab of pain. It released an agonizing howl. Garret would be able it sink it in deeper. Causing the creature to roar even louder. It's eyes locked on Garret's face as it desperately tried to swipe it off his shoulders one last time as its body faded to dust from feet up. Its claw would fade milliseconds before it would have reached him.
[Successful in killing the 50 post count Beowolf]
The forested area quickly calmed back to its normal state. Birds chirped, bugs buzzed by, and flowers gently rolled against the wind. Garret would have a nice break, but eventually he would notice the eyes in the dark that watched just beyond the meadow. The beowolves friend's had finally heard its dying cry and came to avenge it.
Garret smiled aggressively, teeth showing, as he heard the beast's agonizing howl right in front of him. It was satisfying, immensely so, after the beast had raked his back. To hear the agony in its howl, to see the shock in its eyes, it deeply satisfied the retribution and feeling of the hunt in Garret. While he was not necessarily a sadistic person, there was a grim sense of enjoyment in vengeance that he felt at that moment. A grimm like this one likely killed many with the tricks it displayed, and would have killed many more. But then it ran into Garret... and would kill no more. Instead, it would find itself as the victim this time. Encouraged by its howl and expression, Garret plunged the spear deeper; as deep as he could go. The beast would suffer for its existence; for all those it killed and intended to in the future. For all those Garret lost to the Grimm. It was his sacred task to ensure none escaped or survived an encounter with him. Once he set his sight on one, their meeting would only end in one way; death, for the Grimm or himself. Hearing it roar louder, despite his proximity to the beast, did not discourage Garret. He was going to ensure the beast was dead in this one blow and not give it a chance of escape. Its howls only made him more determined because he knew it hurt the creature. Garret saw the desperate look in its eye as it locked with his own as he saw it begin to try and swipe at him. But Garret gave no ground and just twisted the spear inside of it. He would take the hit to ensure it died; as he did notice it begin to turn to dust from its legs. All the Grimm would see from Garret was an arrogant smile and a look of determination; one that said no matter what, it would die. Garret did not flinch or even blink an eye as the claw came close to reaching him... before fading to dust.
Garret stood there a moment as the dust cloud of Grimm slowly faded from the air, being carried off by a slight wind and into the ground. He stood there staring towards where his opponent once was, spear still in the same position it was when it died. "You were a worthy opponent." He would calmly and quietly say, finally bringing the spear back to him in a resting position. His gaze would travel the forest and clearing around him, making sure there were no other threats. One satisfied, he would breathe in deeply and exhale. Both spears would be placed on the ground and he would sit cross legged in place, reaching into his satchel once settled. His eyes would calmly and almost emotionlessly lock onto his target as his fingers grab one single red rose and bring it out. He had acquired these roses recently in preparation for his hunt, and had many more. Did he expect to use every last rose? Not quite, but he wanted to be prepared in case. And, out of all the red roses stood one white rose. The rose he only gave when he was defeated; as only one would be needed on his current mission. One for his own death, should it come to pass. Closing the satchel, he would gently place the red rose where the Grimm had once stood. His form of honoring an opponent's death. Even Grimm, beasts as they were, received one. Each kill would be ingrained in his mind, each kill a step closer to his ultimate goal: reclaiming what was rightly his in Vacuo. And on the way to that goal would be mountains of Grimm corpses, if they didn't turn to dust at least.
He would take the time after the kill to rest a bit, patching up the minor wounds on his back to stop the bleeding. 'No need to see the doctor over this.' He thought with mild amusement, smile playing across his lips. He only intended to go there if his wounds proved more serious. One Grimm killed and wounds tended, he would refocus on his goal as he stood up; picking up both spears as he did so. He intended to kill as many of these beasts as he could while looking for that location in his dreams, which seemed deeper in the forest. 'To an opponent that may finally prove my equal.' He thought with a serious expression. Loss and defeat were not new concepts to him; he had many in his past. It was why he strove so much for improvement and fought so hard for victory. Looking around, he debated in which direction to proceed. The outskirts were vast, and while he had been there many times, he was uncertain where specifically his dreamt location was. He had an idea where it may be generally though. However, just as he was about to depart, he would notice eyes appear in the dark of the forest just beyond his meadow. An arrogant smile would yet again grace his lips as he saw there were a few of them. 'So it seems your cries had not gone unheard. Though they arrived much too late.' He thought with a smile, though frowned soon after. He only had a limited time to act, and while he had taken his time with the first, he would need his semblance to deal with multiple. So he could not be quite as passive as he was before. 'No matter; bring a hundred or a thousand. All will die at the edge of my spears.' He thought with resolve as he began walking forward calmly, purposefully not moving as fast as he could. No sense in giving them information. "More come to challenge me I see. Well come from your hiding places beasts, or stay. I care not. This shall end in only one way; death." He would loudly declare his challenge to them. And, to ensure they did not stay hiding in the forest, he would heft his golden spear up, move his arm back as he took aim... then twist his body as he threw it directly towards one of the set of eyes. Adding as much force and momentum as he could to speed up the spear, hoping to take one out by surprise. While it was a risk to do so, he needed to ensure they came out to face him. He knew going into the forest to fight was dangerous since he did not know exactly how many there were, and he was just as lethal with one spear as he was with both. He would have his blood red spear, Heir, at the ready now in both hands. A style opponents had rarely ever seen him use.
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The pair of eyes that Garret had tossed the spear at widened in panic. It barely darted to the side in time to avoid the projectile, but Garret could hear a small wimper. Maybe it got scratched? Or maybe it was just frightened. Regardless, the creatures started to draw forward from the shadows. Revealing another three beowolves. None of them the size of the last, but all formidable. They stared at Garret with bloodlust in their eyes.
They were between him and his second spear. And they knew it. They approached slowly, confidently, as if they knew they had this. They would start to circle at a distance, snarling on occasion.
[Kill the rest of the pack to win!]
One of the beowolves to the left had a large mangled mane. It abruptly stopped and rushed towards Garret by itself. Its eyes fixed. After it was about half way the one on Garret's right did the same. They sped down with ferocious speed snarling like mad dogs about to shred its prey apart.
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It was then that they were finally spurred to action. The one to his left, characterized by a mangled mane, broke formation and rushed at Garret who merely smiled at that. He held Heir with both hands, and tapped the mechanism that would release the spear barrel. He had made the mistake of not having that primed with the Ursa when he first came here, but he would not make that mistake this time. However, as he was getting ready for it, he heard something moving towards him from his right. His eyes quickly turned to note what it was, seeing it as one of the other beowolves charging at him at the same time if a bit slower due to not running towards him at the same time. 'So they seek to overwhelm me.' He thought to himself as he changed his tactics. Originally, he was going to brace his spear for the other's charge to try and impale it. But with this new one coming he had to account for it as well. With a calm look and no sounds made on his end as they snarled madly, he would turn to face the one with the mangled mane and try to thrust his spear into it as it charged at him. Regardless of whether or not he was successful, and whether or not his spear had penetrated it, he would try to keep the barrel aimed at it as he hit the trigger to cause the shotgun portion of his spear to fire. Which would, hopefully, give him enough force along with him pulling the spear back to have the butt end of the spear hit the beowolf now coming from behind him. The idea behind this being to effectively use his attacks as a way to protect himself as well, and hopefully cut the numbers of Grimm facing him.
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The mangled mane beowolf barreled forwards at an intense pace. It saw Garret and his spear, but it didn't care, as it was a far younger beowolf than the first. It attempted to leap high in the air and get around the spear, but it was lacking in the necessary power. It lurched up, but ultimate came crashing back down straight onto the spear's head. Garret had already fired a blast that shot his spear backwards butting the face of the other charging grimm. The echo of a whimper could be heard just before the first exploded into dust from behind.
The right grimm was knocked back by the spear's end, but it wasn't particularly injured. A nasty mocking smile donned its face as the third beowolf leaped into the air and with a claw knocked Garret's spear out of his hand. It arced in the air and landed solidly 30 paces away. Both grimm were within reach and on either side of Garret. The right one snarled devilishly before lashing out with it left claws, attempting to slice garret's chest.
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The third grimm had made its move. Garret had no warning, no premonition. The only reason he knew was that he felt a sudden pressure on his spear, and within moments it was wrenched away from his hands. 'NO!' He mentally yelled and gritted his teeth, caught entirely off guard. His eyes turned to follow the spear as it spun in the air, the blood red spear gleaming in the sunlight before landing at least thirty paces away from him. While he could run there... a quick glance all around told him he was flanked by them, and making it there would be an issue. 'Foolish! I should have kept my eyes on that one.' He chided himself, as it was a fool that could very well cost him his life. He knew his ability. He could not beat them with no weapon in hand. And he was on a timer, his semblance not going to last much longer. Not unless he pushed himself but that had its own risks as well. That was not something he could focus on now. He needed to reach one of his spears; the one in the forest or the one still in the open. No matter the cost.
He had an idea, but he was given no reprieve. The one to his right slashed at him with his claws, and Garret tried to block it with his satchel. The claws and muscles arm would easily push past the satchel and reach their intended destination. While his aura blocked most of it, the claws left a mark across his chest and he winced from the pain. But he had to push on. He would try to shove his satchel into the Grimm's mouth to distract it, or at least get rid of one mode of attack from it. Garret would, right after, try to flip over the grimm that had just attacked. Which, if he could make it, he would run straight for his spear. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the only one he had. He had to get to his spears, his greatest strength and greatest weakness. Hopefully, with his still enhanced speed, he could pull it off and make it to them. Knowing them they would be fast on his heels too. If he somehow made it, he would grab the spear and try to defend himself from them.
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The attacking beowolf had a mouthful of satchel leather shoved into it which did prevent the bite from doing any significant damage in conjunction with Garret's aura. Garret also managed to flip over it with ease, but before he could get a running start the other beowolf, which was already so close, pounced onto his' right left like a cat. It's claws pinning Garret's leg to the ground.
The second grimm shredded the satchel with a quick tossing of its head back and forth like an angered hound. Its head whipped behind to look at the now pinned garret with a devilishly hungry growl. It slowly stepped forward, drunk with imminent victory. If it could speak, it would probably be complimenting Garret's futile attempt to take on the pack. The beowolf that had Garret pinned briefly took its claw away just in time for the other once to launch itself at garret. Giving garret a very small window to make a single move. It was going to a lethal slash to the neck!
✘ Profile ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Garret was glad the first two-thirds of his plan had gone over well. With a mouthful of satchel, he needn't worry about the Grimm launching a bite on him and probably being too distracted to use its claws. The front flip worked too, as he was worried he was going to be raked from behind by the other one. By some luck, perhaps his speed, he had made it unscathed through those first two moves. 'Now to reach my spear and turn the ti-' He began to think, before he was interrupted by feeling something on his leg...and him rapidly falling to the ground. He had not expected the other grimm to pounce him, so he had no way to keep himself up. Even if he were expecting it he may not have been able to by the strength of the pounce itself. He gritted his teeth as he crashed flat onto the ground, using his arms to lessen the fall a bit from his face. While not that painful in itself, having the claws pinning one of his legs to the ground was not a pleasant feeling. He could already feel his aura beginning to weaken. He had taken much more hits than he should have, as he was barely in the outskirts. 'Some warrior I am. To be bested by mere beowolf...No, I shall not let it come to pass. I must not die till my quest is complete.' He thought, resolving himself. There was little he could do to free himself from its grip, a kick from his other leg being ineffectual to release the claws. He looked forward, at his all too distant spear, wondering how he was going to get to it.The forest one was also an option, but he couldn't see it from his current angle.
That was when the other, in its frenzy, had finished off his satchel. A sad loss since he rather liked it, but it had served its purpose. Roses lay scattered across the ground, primarily red, with one white one in their midst. Red roses that he hoped to mark with far more Grimm being slain, and the white for his own defeat. He heard it give a devilishly hungry growl, seeming to be drunk with victory. 'Do not count your victories so soon. A cornered animal is often more dangerous.' Garret thought to himself, giving it a hateful glare and to its companion. Though he admitted he may have overestimated his own ability. Even though it was slow, Garret could see it was just relishing the moment before the kill. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he felt the grimm holding his leg release it's grip just as this one pounced to him. No matter how much it would likely relish killing him, Garret knew grimm to kill whenever possible. And judging by the angle of attack, it was what this one intended. Not having time to react or even form a plan, Garret did the first thing he could; roll out of harms way. He wished he had planned for a more strategic counter attack, or had a way to better turn its pounce against it, but he didn't. While this hardly put him in a better position, survival was foremost. He would roll to the left, hoping that the grimm would end up overshooting because of it so that he was on the pouncing grimm's right side.
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