Rest

by Icantgetitoutofmyhead

For as long as he can remember, death has always been part of his identity. He hated that part, but he couldn't seem to get away from it. When an invitation came from Beacon, he thought finally maybe he could take a stab at living. But the world right now is not kind, he knows. There are forces at work, and his rest will have to be earned.

1. Trailer

Trailer: Yestausruhen

He cuts through three Beowolves with a single swing.

Leaning in the opposite direction to counteract the sword's weight, he pushes on the hilt to turn the weapon into a vertical slash, his wrists strain a little at the effort. The giant blade hisses through the air, crashing right into a charging Alpha Beowolf's head, blowing through the monster's bone facemask, burying halfway into its skull before pushing the wolf Grimm headfirst down to the ground. He boots the Alpha shoulder to yank the sword out by the hilt, then pushes the tip into the ground and turn the blade's flat towards a large oncoming Boarbatusk. The ball of rolling flesh runs onto the blade and is midway up the makeshift ramp when he lifts his sword and directs the Grimm to crash into an Ursa moments away from swiping his torso. He leans back to dodge a Nuckelavee claw but got his head jerked violently to the side as the claw glances off his mask. A human size Beowolf manages to jump onto his shoulder and goes for his throat, but is thrown off when he makes a dive roll onto said shoulder towards the downed Ursa, narrowly dodging four more Beowolves jumping him. He uses the momentum of the roll to swing the blade downwards across the Ursa chest just as it is trying to get up; the sword bites deep into the monster's torso and drives it back onto the snow, sending up white cloud of frost. He turns to deliver a hard kick to the Boarbatusk shoulder, knocking it on its side, smoothly falling into a wide stance to swing his sword in a big arc and force the four Beowolves back. Following the arc, he pivots on his right foot and throws the sword at the horse body of the Nuckelavee, who has just taken a deep breath and is about to let out a sonic roar.

The slab of metal flies silently but hits loudly with a heavy 'THUMP', accompanied by cracking sounds of bones breaking. The horse body lurches roughly along with the sword and falls down on its side. The sonic roar contorts in to a piercing scream of anguish. Meanwhile he drives a knee into the Boarbatusk's ribs, grabs its overgrown tusks and promptly snaps its neck. He turns to the growling Beowolves, they are more cautious now, and makes his way towards them, stomping the head of the crawling Beowolf he rolled onto earlier on the way. He recalls his sword to his right hand, earning another pained shriek from the Nuckelavee, and strikes the greatsword against the snow to kill the momentum. Still, the impact sends little rattles up his arm. He holds the sword in both hands, winds the blade back, crouches down and is just starting to build up his charge when he has to abruptly brakes and holds up his swords, blade falling along his side to block a Beringel's shoulder check. It was inside one of the house and apparently decided to make a surprise entrance through the wall.

His flight is stopped by a streetlight. The force isn't enough to bend the pole but is enough to knock the air out of him and bruised his back, and he knows his arm and thigh are also bruised from blocking the blow. The Grimm didn't waste the opportunity. The Beowolves reach him first and lunge at him. He forces himself to breathe and lets one bite into his left gauntlet, punches another in the chest with the same arm, slams the first one into the lamp post, denting it while in the same motion swings his sword to cut through the remaining two with his right arm. He catches the sword's hilt near the pommel and rotates it horizontally to level it at shoulder height, leaning forward and keeping the blade tip aligned with the charging Beringel's neck, who has enough reflex to steer to the side to avoid getting impaled. He spins his sword over his head to wind up a decapitation for the unbalanced gorilla Grimm when the Nuckelavee claws plunge into his shoulder and abdomen, instantly dying the claws red. The wounds are not fatal but they're deep enough. That doesn't stop the motion, though. As soon as he feels the edge of the blade reach the end of the gorilla Grimm's neck, he lets go of the sword and grabs the man-horse Grimm arms. The Grimm tries to pull back, but it is not in a good position to exert force, lying on its side. He steps onto one arm and pulls out his knife, then pins both hands into the ground with said knife. He turns to stomp the first Beowolf's head into the streetlight, this time bending the post. Fortunately, the other Beowolf he punched earlier fell into the Beringel's rushing path and was swiftly crushed by its supposed ally. Only the Nuckelavee now. He walks over to get his sword to finish the fight.

When the grimm's scream is cut short, howling winds takes the main stage. There's no sound of people in this settlement, not anymore.

The Grimms have mostly faded away; now, there's only a white blanket of snow blotched with stains of blood, his blood, remaining; glowing red in the silver moonlight. But that too would be covered up shortly by the blizzard arriving in a few minutes. He'll need to disinfect his wounds, they are already a little frostnipped, and move on. His job isn't finish, he will not have his rest yet.

Not for a while.

So I decided to add a trailer because I need some practice with combat scenes. It turned out pretty well if I do say so myself. For the new readers, welcome! It's a bit backwards but this trailer is written after about 7 chapters into the story, so the welcoming and introduction note is in the next chapter. For those who is following my story, this is something for you to read while waiting for me to write the next chapter.

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