Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes
It was a dark night
The moon was in pieces due to the cloud cover, adding to the eeriness.
Nearby the unusually quiet kingdom of Vale, a small community had sprung up.
They were all peaceful, except for the grimm slaying hunters and huntresses who protected
the town.
However, a dark threat had risen.
A new form of grim was about to be unleashed, and no one will be taking it down so easily as the others.
"Hey, are you a member of the white fang?" A girl impatiently yells at a nearby stranger who is covered in all black, and is wearing a grimm mask across his/her/it's face.
At his side it's hand grips a blade, as black as it's clothes, the sword radiating a dark and uneasy feeling in the Girl, a young huntress who quickly pulls out a shotgun and aims it at him, her, it?
The figure steps closer.
The girl aims and prepares to fire, when the mask grins, and the eyes glow red.
Suddenly she finds herself confused, is it a grimm or a person?
It runs towards her and she fires her gun at it, but to no avail.
The figure seems to brush it off, and it gets right to her and goes to swing the sword.
She fires a full shot into it's face and it flies back.
She takes a solidified breath, feeling at ease when it gets launched, but she noticed that breath was coming from the mouth of the mask, this was a grimm.
It gets up, whatever skin is has, it can take some serious abuse.
The grimm charges again, she waits until before but the grimm drops into a slide right as she starts to fire, making her miss.
The grimm stands up on it's left hand and legs, quickly and animalistically slicing her right leg, sending the girl screaming to the the ground out of pain.
The grimm stands and levels it's sword with her neck, her aura being neutralized after the first slice, eliminating any chance of nulling the pain and rolling away from it.
In one swift and decisive strike, the huntresses' head landed on the ground, and rolls a few feet before stopping.
The dead girl's shrieks had alerted the town and the rest of her team was on the way.
The grimm lifted up her shotgun and held it behind it's back, while a man with a knife lunged at it.
It blocked effortlessly with it's sword, shoved him back with ease, then pulled out the shotgun and blasted the man's brain with it.
His aura was still intact so he did not suffer much from the blast, scrambling to his feet.
"I will make you pay!" He took off like a bolt of lightning, striking at the grimm from every angle.
The grimm tracked and blocked all of his movements, blocking and slashing at him each time it can.
Soon he lands a small cut and the man's speed instantly crumbles.
He was speeding in the air and smashes the ground, his semblance and aura being completely cut off from him.
His two female teammates take a defensive posture while he shakily rises to his feet. His knife switches into a hand gun and he fires between the girl's spears.
The grimm doesn't flinch as the shots slam into it, seemingly being deflected.
"Oh god in heaven it has an aura!"
The girls' spears are hastily changed into carbine rifles, and they back up while pouring shots into it.
"How strong is this bastard's aura?" The man calls, while the grimm raises their fallen ally's shotgun, and fires.
The blast injured the man, who's teammates moved into the majority of the shot spread, their auras are still working fine, but the girl on the left of the grimm stumbles a bit, her aura not as strong as the other girl's.
The man holds his jaw, bleeding from one of the shot spreads, while his leg bleeds from several spots.
The grimm keeps firing, his shots wearing down the strength or their auras, while they try to do the same.
The man can no longer retreat, but the grimm presses closer, eventually forcing the girls to leave him.
The grimm slams the blade of his sword into the man's head, then throws the body at the girl on the left, knocking her over with the force put behind it.
She struggles to lift the man's body, and when her friend helps her, the grimm moves into a full sprint.
The girl turns away from her friend, to find herself blinded by a swing of his sword, her screams filling the air.
The pinned girl began sobbing for dear life as the grimm slashes her friends head in half, blood spraying onto the living girl.
A final swing silences the girl,
cutting her throat and ending her ability to speak as she chokes on her blood and gasps for air.
The grimm leaves, with a large smile, his sword leaving a blood trail until it is cleaned by the grass.