"Are you sure this is the right way to go?" A huntsman uneasily asked his teammate, he wore mostly white with yellow markings.
"Definitely according to the terrible descriptions, the nest should be in the cave." His teammate, Scout, answered. He wore a green uniform that blends in the forest.
"Alright, let's set up outside the cavern, prepare yourself." The leader said confidently. Who wouldn't it be a small Grimm nest elimination? Easy money.
They were up against Grimm, not like they're frail, they sorely lack in intelligence ironically 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 a club/shotgun.
"I'll scout ahead." The scout said bitterly before going in the cave.
A few minutes later, he signalled his teammates to enter in.
"How many?"
"Ten, all Beowolves."
"We can separate them. Call dibs on four." The brute declared with a cocky grin.
"Whatever." The leader sighed not wanting to dwell deeper into the conversation. It's bad enough for them to take mercenary jobs.
As they continue relentlessly down the cave, noting nothing unusual which made them suspicious that something was up. No Grimm were sighted, none attack nor seen, there's suppose to be claw marks or bones for each nest.
"I thought you said they all went in here?" The leader stated with a grim look at the scout.
"I saw them here, all of them." The scout went ahead and traces his fingers across the rocks, perhaps they were deeper?
"Something's not right." The brute states as they pulled out their weapon.
Then out of nowhere, Scout was tackled to the ground as his face was being rip to shred.
"Rege!" The brute screamed at his friend who now died before swinging at the offending Beowolf.
The brute hit his target before three more Beowolves enter his limited field of vision causing the large man to back up and at the growls.
"This was an ambush!" The leader growl as the rest of the Beowolves appeared.
Changing their weapon to gun mode, they rain down slugs towards the beast, injuring some in the process before running back.
"We need backup. Dammit, Rege you didn't deserved it." The brute cursed horribly himself, another thing to grief about, his family now his friend.
"We'll get our revenge." The leader muttered sorrowfully.
Before they knew it, the path in front of the shapeless shadow had been two Adult Beowolves jumped out of their hiding spot and tackle the brute before five more start ripping the body to shreds.
"This is more than ten, this is fifteen and an Alpha." His fear began to rise as he saw Beowolves surrounding him.
And in a second all the Beowolves jumped on him, ripping little of his aura, clothes, flesh, and bones.
"H-Help..." He reaches to the light of the entrance as darkness consumed him.
Outside the entrance was an armored man, the armor itself was worn and have seen better days, but it still play the role of protection, a short sword and a small shield attached to his arm.
Outside the entrance was an armored man, the armor itself was worn and seen better days, still playing the role of protection, in his hand was a short sword and a small shield attached to his left arm, on his waist was sets of daggers and a pouch with what seems to carry a map or paper.
"Beowolves, tracks are still fresh, probably fifteen and probably a few decades old." He muttered, before entering in.
As the torch light his path down the cave, he scanned the path before smashing his torch behind a rock. Very hard.
The Beowolf body slump on the floor with its mask shattered and head caved in leaking its ichor to pool up.
"One." He pulls his dagger.
It smelled another human, how foolish these humans were, now sending a group would be overkill so it sent the mature ones.
As the Alpha, he sent one of his best kinsmen to observe and prepare.
Looking at its brethren, all of them still alive and played dead against the Huntsman.
Smelling its brethren, it howled before noticing something.
It was a human with the blood of the scout rubbed on him, not one but thousands probably more blood than it could detect from each layer.
A red eye glow with murderous intent like a Grimm itself as the blade itself seems to be made from fragments of its brothers and sisters.
Instincts scream.
He drew his sword and rushes towards them; he cut through two in halves. When a Beowolf jumped towards him, shifting his sword and slamming the butt of it causing the impact to shatter the mask.
Four.
A Beowolf tries to sneak to attack him with its mouth, but he saw it coming as he uses one of the corpses as a shield before stabbing through the corpse and into the stomach.
It stumbles back at the force before staggering a bit and slump, its head stomped to pieces by his boot.
Five.
"I'll make you all suffer." He said with no malice, just a monotone statement that send shivers down their spine.
Rising his shield to deflect an incoming claw attack before smashing his shield on the Beowolf, stunning it.
He punched it throats breaking its windpipe before wiping out one of his daggers and stab it from its chin to its cheek.
Six.
Seeing the Alpha, he ran towards the entrance quickly as the pack follow suit. He just ran out of stamina; he got to get out of here before they kill him.
They continue to follow him out of the cave as the light blinded them, the alpha of the pack looked around seeing the human not here before noticing the howls of pain in the cave.
Fire. The flames that consumed his brother before one was lucky to get out.
Sadly it didn't last long.
A boulder falls down obliterating the survivor at the same time block the Alpha Beowolf home and the grave of its pack.
"Just you and me. No more of your friends." The Alpha Beowolf growled at the human. "I want to furnish your den with your remains and send your mask to your leader."
The Alpha jumped side to side before whipping its arm at the human.
Using his shield for cover, he was knocked back a couple of feet surprising him off the strength it had.
The Beowolf grip upon his shield and hurl him up in the air and wait for the human to fall into its claw.
Shamed that this wasn't a foolproof plan.
Two daggers embed themselves on the Beowolf arm and leg joints, immobilizing it from moving.
"You expect that to work on me." He spat landing on one knee on the ground.
The Alpha only growl at the haughty human.
"I'll slay every last of you." The feral glow appeared, stabbing into the Alpha eyes. "I'll make you suffer till the rest of your species die, even if it takes millions of years I'll still kill you all!" He smashes a wooden club into its hind legs shattering the bones.
The Alpha Beowolf collapse on the floor unable to move or see, but it could smell the human coming closer.
"Stop your whining. I could have kept you guys in that cave and starve you to death."
Seizing a cut bough, he trudges his way towards the paralyzed Grimm and slams the branch right in the center a couple of time before twisting it as the branch absolutely stood.
"Fifteen."
Ozpin examined the video, he was dubious this man ever exists without him knowing, at the same time doubting that there were not just the four kingdoms and local villages.
A wildcard was among the sea of cards, a joker.
His spy who was lucky or unlucky got footage of a fully armored man taking down an Alpha Beowolf. That didn't impress him at all it was the characteristics that sprout out.
He was cunning, resourceful, and tactical. Not to mention his physical movements surpass an average person with their aura unlocked.
Despite his hatred of Grimm and delirious speech, the young man used his hatred to slaughter the Grimm that he attracts. After all he was...
"So Oz what do you think?"
"Listen to me very closely, gather what information no matter how little it is and try to persuade to join Beacon."
"Got it Oz. Also if it doesn't?"
"Inform him that there will be more powerful Grimm in the foreseeable future. After all this odd man is the Grimm Slayer."