E Trailer- The Ice King
I don't know what sticks out more as I look back on it: the roaring of the crowd, or the fight with the beringel that I had to fight. I could hear the announcer hyping up the crowd so clearly with every step I took into the arena. "And now it's time for our final graduate!" The announcer, the principle of my school, was eagerly commentating on my match, and the ones before me. "Ethan Glace, resident of Vale and a student of Signal Academy, has finally entered the ring! He has been trained by the best of the best, as with all our other graduates. But can he pass this final test, and make it into Beacon?!" He was laying it on way too thick, but I couldn't focus on that. I was busy keeping my mind at the task at hand. I drew my sword, and got into a battle-ready stance.
With a few final words from the principal, the grimm were released from their cages. I hadn't been informed that I would be fighting more than just the beringel, and I shot a look at my teachers, who coordinate the graduation matches, that could only be interpreted as "Why the hell." I stood my ground as ten or so beowolves surrounded me, their claws clicking against the ground with every step. Swallowing my nervousness, I leapt into action. The beowolf in front of me was cut in half before any of the other grimm could react. They gathered themselves and charged. I ducked under the one to my left, stabbing it in the chest as it over swung its attack. As I gathered myself, two more jumped me. I dodged to the right, cutting one in half. I jumped over the other and cut its head off as I landed. Still crouching from my landing, another beowolf hit me with its right paw, knocking me about ten feet away. I landed on my feet, settling back into my fighting stance as the last six beowolves started to gather around me.
I was about to fight off the last of them until I heard the principal start talking. "Release the beringel!" was all he said. I had completely forgotten about it. I silently cursed myself for forgetting. "Don't worry Ethan," I told myself. "It's just one slightly large grimm and a few smaller ones, it won't be that hard." I wasn't prepared for how wrong I was. The beringel that came barreling out of its cage was bigger than most sovereign nations, and looked like it ate steroids for breakfast without any milk. I knew that grimm could get pretty big, but this thing stood about 15 feet tall, and was as big as the front of a semi-truck. I would be worried for the audience if it weren't for the force field that protected them.
The principal kept talking, but the grimm weren't kind enough to wait until he was finished, which was rather rude. The beowolves took the forward charge with the beringel not too far behind, but immensely slower than your average grimm. A fat joke floated through my head as I analyzed the situation, but I forced it down to focus on the task at hand. I met the beowolves' charge, slicing through one after the other in quick succession, ducking and weaving through their attacks, making my way towards the elephant in the room. Yes, I know it's more of an ape, but that isn't the point. It's an expression. After slaying the last of the beowolves, I confronted the beringel. We had a brief moments' stare down, and we both charged. It backhanded me across the arena, and I rolled as I landed, catching my balance as I ran towards it once again. I rolled under its next swing and slashed at its legs, and jumped up while slashing at its back. I hit the ground and dodged a hammer-arm, milliseconds away from being flattened. I split my sword into its dual sword mode, both sides of my double-edged blade separating into its own single-edged sword. I kept slashing at the grimm, weaving through its legs and dodging its attacks. However, no matter what I did, it wouldn't go down.
I was hoping I could win without my semblance, but that clearly wasn't working out for me. I concentrated, and soon enough, the temperature in the area started dropping. The ground around my feet froze, and a cold aura surrounded me. I froze the beringel's legs, keeping it in place. I jumped and slashed at its chest, creating an X so that I could better aim at it. I created a giant ice stalactite, and with it, I pinned the large grimm to the ground through the X I cut into its chest. As it was desperately trying to pull out the stalactite, I jumped over the beast, and with one final slash, I decapitated the monster, leaving it to fade away as all grimm do.
I put my swords back together into their singular form. I checked myself for injury as the crowd started roaring, drowning out anything else the principal would have said. Other than a single cut across my chest, all I got was a few scrapes, but my aura is less than half of what I started with.
As the crowd calmed down, I stood in the center of the arena as the principal looked out on the audience, and focused his attention to me. "Congratulations to Ethan Glace, for defeating the grimm and, after three intense years, graduating from Signal Academy!"
AN: Hey guys, Frigidus here. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. For this chapter and the next three chapters, I'm going to go over how the characters look, because I'm not good at describing a character in 1st person.
Ethan: White hair with Link's hairstyle, and tends to wear black jeans, a plain black shirt, combat boots, and a white coat with black trim. Above average looks, and slim muscles.
