This is a test fic let me know if I should continue it or not.
The pain wasn't anything new, it was like an old friend. The hunter looked over the battlefield, there were dead beowulfs everywhere, "Why the fuck am I still alive after all this bullshit?" He looked around at the dead grim, "You guys aren't much for talking huh?"
"You keep talking to dead bodies and people are liable to think you're crazy," said his partner behind him, "and I'm starting to think they'd be right." The hunter looks over to the girl sitting on a tree stump, casually playing some game on her phone. "I mean come on you talk to the voices in your head more than you talk to me."
"That's because unlike you they don't annoy me to the point of contemplating murder." The older of the duo replied.
"Oh please, you know you love me," said his partner striding towards him. His response to this statement was nothing more than a chuckle and a roll of his eyes. Picking his way through the quickly evaporating bodies, the hunter started walking in the direction of town, he hoped. "Hey, wait up," the girl shouted as she ran to keep up with him, "your legs are like twice as long as mine."
"Well if you can run as fast as you can talk, I'll never be able to get rid of you, malyutka," his partner looked at him in irritation. "You'll get used to me speaking russian one day, or you'll go crazy like me." The hunter enjoyed picking on his partner for her lack of linguistic skills.
"For the last time, my name is Coco not maluka or whatever you keep calling me, so why don't you call me that, or are you going senile old man?" Coco looked defiantly at the man standing in front of her expecting him to yell or be angry, not for him to release a deep thunderous laugh at her temper. "What's so funny?"
"I wasn't insulting you," he replied with a smile, "malyutka, means 'little one' it's a term of endearment," Coco's face flushed with embarrassment at the realization. "I figured since you call me 'old man', I should have a nickname for you as well." Coco looked down at her phone, hoping to hide her blush, but the hunter could see it out the corner of his eye. "You should really learn to shoot better, your aim is terrible, I have better aim and I'm missing an eye."
"What the hell, you go from being nice and giving me a nickname to insulting my aim, what kind of partner are you?"
"I'm the kind that knows you'll end up getting killed if you rely too much on others protecting you, I won't be by your side forever, and that means I won't be there to stop the grim from getting behind you." He turned to her in time to see tears in her eyes. "Coco?" Before he could say anything else she turned and ran into the woods. "Coco!" He ran after her, but she was smaller and faster he quickly lost her in the underbrush. 'Shit I need to find her before the grim do,' he thought to himself.
Meanwhile Coco ran as fast as she could she didn't want to look back, she didn't want to think about not having her partner with her anymore. He was right she was a terrible shot, and she knew she should practice, but she always assumed he would right there to protect her no matter what. She sat under a tree crying, trying to stay quiet so he wouldn't find her. Just outside of her line of sight a ursa sat watching, hungry and ready to attack. It stepped out of the brush and approached her without her noticing. When it got within ten feet, much too close for her to do anything to protect herself, it let out a low growl alerting her to it's presence. Coco jerked her head up to look at the grim in front of her, she couldn't do anything else, she left her weapon with him. The grim creeped closer, she backed against the trunk, she had no idea what she should try to do, then the ursa charged and she screamed.