A forgotten fairy tale is something either boring or gruesome for kids. A tale of a single man that dedicate his life to slaughter down goblins with his undying hatred. A tale where he does not let anyone roll the dice.
"The only good Grimm are the...
"Are you sure this is the right way to go?" A huntsman asked his teammate.
"Definitely according to the descriptions, the nest should be in the cave." His teammate, a scout answered.
"Alright, let's set up outside the cave, prepare yourself." The leader said with confident. Who wouldn't.
They were up against Grimm, not like they're weak, they lack in intelligence making it easy for them to finish off.
As they finish setting up, they prepared their hybrid weapon.
The leader has long-sword/assault rifle.
The scout has dual blades/pistols.
And the brute has club/shotgun.
"I'll scout ahead." The scout said before going in the cave.
A few minutes later, he signalled his teammates to enter in.
"How many?"
"Ten, all Beowolves."
"We can seperate them. Call dibs on four." The brute declared.
"Whatever." The leader sighed.
As they continue down the cave, they had a suspicion that something was up.
No Grimm were sighted, none attack nor seen.
"Do you know where they are?"
"I saw them here, all of them."
"Something's not right." The brute state as they pulled out their weapon.
Soon the scout was tackled to the ground as his face was being rip to shred.
"Rege!" The brute shouted before swinging at the Beowolf.
It hits its target before getting back up and growl at the brute.
"This was an ambush." The leader growl as the rest of the Beowolves appeared.
Changing their weapon to gun mode, raining down lead and slugs towards the beasts, though they manage to kill a few before retreating.
"We need backup. Dammit Rege you didn't deserved it." The brute cursed himself.
"We'll get our revenge." The leader muttered sorrowfully.
Before they knew it, the path in front of the shadow, two large Beowulves jumped and tackle the brute before five more start ripping the body to shreds.
"This is more than ten, this is fifteen and a Alpha." His fear began to rise as he saw more Beowolves surrounding him.
And in a second all the Beowolves jumped on him, ripping his aura, clothes, flesh, and bones.
"Help." He reach to the light of the entrance as darkness consumed him.
Outside the entrance was a armored man, the armor itself was worn and seen better days, but it still play the role of protection, a short sword and a small shield attached to his arm.
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