Rating: T for violence
One bullet fired. A direct shot through the eyes. That's the seventh Beowolf down.
The sky was dark and cloudy. The mood in the air was somber. All there was right now were seven lone figures standing in front of a grave.
Jam the blade part of the gun into an Ursa's throat. Use momentum to spin around its neck and kick another bear Grimm in the face. The evac cannot come soon enough.
There wasn't a single dry eye amongst the mourning. Each one was a compatriot, and each one felt it should've been them instead.
The eyes of a Deathstalker was being shot out one by one. The second it was completely blinded, it had no method to defend itself from an aura-infused palm strike.
The girl who usually had the bubbliest personality was taking it the worst. With waterfalls streaming down her cheeks, she crouched down and placed the roses on the bed of dirt.
A gun barrel each pressed up against a different Grimm's temple. Triggers were pulled without hesitation. Two more have now bit the dust. But something in the sky caught his eye.
"He meant everything to me." said the crushed girl. "When we were kids, we would always laugh and play together. He would make me pancakes, and I would make sure he would wake up in the morning."
A Nevermore was soaring up above. It had its sights set on a girl demolishing Grimm after Grimm. And so a storm of feathers were unleashed right at her.
"There was nothing I wanted more than to always be by his side." she paused to let out a sniffle. "And the one time I wasn't…"
"He did it to save us." the Spartan tried to comfort.
"He did it to save me!" the devastated girl cried out. "He did it to save his annoying best friend!"
There was no time to warn her and for her to dodge it. He sprinted towards her to push her out of the attack's path.
A sickening impaling sound echoed throughout the area.
"And the worst part, was that I was only just his best friend. The truth is, I always wanted us to be something more. I wanted us to be something special. I wanted us to be together-together."
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"
"But I could never muster up the courage to tell him. And now I'll never be able to."
"Nora…thank you…for…everything."
What happened next was childish, but she didn't care. If it could reproduce some form of feeling like he was still there, she'll take whatever option she could get.
She reached her hand over to the tombstone and tapped it with her finger.
"Boop."
In loving memory of Monty Oum. I'm not sure if what I wrote is worthy enough for his passing, but I decided to follow ElfCollaborator's advice and write something kind of badass to honor him. Monty was a young man full of talent, who set a new standard for fight scenes and entertained us all with his awesome animations. He was an inspiration to many and will be dearly missed. May he rest in peace.