"JERRRRRY GET THE NARWHAL! GET THE NARWHAL!" Came the panic-stricken cries of Gurny McKraken.

If his yellow reflective sunglasses weren't covering his eyes one would see that his were hazel. He looked over to where Jerry was and saw the giant scarred man lifting what looked like a yard long toy whale despite the fact that the front flippers were an ingeniously designed fore grip and that a second handle was on the back where the small dorsal finn should have been.

Jerry opened whales mouth and shoved a cylinder down it's throat, closed the mouth, and jabbed the eye with his thumb afterwards a large harpoon emerged from the whales face which Jerry proceeded to fire into the maw face and back of the underbite while it breached again. Jerry let out an annoyed rasp as he missed when Gurny swerved to avoid a large rock which the underbite simple smashed through like a cow getting hit by an oncoming train.

"Sorry Jerr, I'll warn ya next time!" Shouted Gurny while Jerry just grunted at him again.

The underbite hadn't breached for a few minutes and that was worrying Gurny because there was no way that Jerry had fired enough harpoons into that monstrosity for it to die yet. Gurny turned to the dog, a large hound dog who's fur was a pattern of tan and black stripes like a tiger.

"Rosy find the grim, point!" He yelled.

Rosy scanned the area, then pointed right in direction that the boat was heading. Right as Rosy finished pointing the grims giant head slash face broke the water with it's enormous mouth open wide and bearing down at them at high speeds.

"JERRY, BRACE!" Gurny half screamed half yelled as he jerked the wheel to the right as hard as possible, just barely avoided the mouth, however this gave Jerry prime realestate to work the narwhal, in which he fired four harpoons in its left eye and five more along its passing body.

It only took a few seconds for the underbite to recover from the loss of its left eye before resuming it's chase of the two huntsmen with a renewed vigor.

Unbeknownst to the frantic huntsmen a hooded figure with a long and furry blood red tail stood at the shoreline watching their every movement. Her body was a shade of dark tan and she had clothed herself in an outfit which had been a gift from the local tribals a garb of dark greens and browns. Her body was tense as she watched the struggle but knew how it would end with the huntsmen in triumph.

"So, is really how you've been eluding 47?" Came a voice from the woods behind the woman standing at the lake.

"Hiding amongst the Vacuan tribals and by the looks of it pretending to be dog faunus. I know mother said you had fallen but I didn't think it would be this low."

The hooded woman swished her long tail in amusement before replying.

"Ha you'll believe that old hag will say."

Her tail swishing with glee as she insulted the women who spliced genetic material together.

"Do you really think that I've been hiding out in the badlands with this lovely tail of mine between my legs? Ha! No I've been killing our sisters taking their transformations, and fucking the shit out anything that is associated with mother and her devil spawn."

"So your the one who's been killing our sisters? Why?" The voice from the forest sounded angry this time as she spoke.

"Because of what mother has done. Not only to us and the othe monstrosities she keeps in her labs, but theinnocent lives she has shattered with this madness that has consumed her."

There was silence for only a second, then the unseen voice of the forest spoke again.

"I used to look up to you 47. Ha, I even once took pride because we had gestated in the same Cordin tank as you, hoping that you had left some of your genetic's behind in our tank as gift for the next generation. BUT ALL YOU LEFT WAS A CURSE! None of our sister's will work with me, let alone trust me. The looks I receive from them when they pass me and the constantly whispered rumors of where my loyalties lie."

The forest was silent again for awhile the it sounded again.

"Boys subdue her so she can face mothers wrath."

As the command was given twenty men in gray hooded robes sporting ballistic vests, Grevlin Q81's auto rifles, shotguns, swords, and one even carrying a Harkgor pattern flamethrower steped out of the forest. One of the men wielding a drum fed scattergun walked up and roughly jabbed the barrel into the small of her back.

"Alright rouge mother let's do this nice and FUUUUUCK!" Were all he was able to get out as a large fan like blade sliced both his arms off, sending them flying followed by streaming arcs of blood.

The tail that had once been furry and red was now longer and black with white spikes coming out of it with the tail ending in said fan blade. The tails owner then spun around, her right arm making contact with his neck. However her arm wasn't an arm like it had been moments ago, instead it was a long white blade that started at her elbow. His head hit the ground right as his knees did.

"YOU BITCH!" Was the response she got for her actions, that and a bright blue six foot wall of fire being spewed at her.

The hooded lady crouched down, then sprung over the blistering wall in a near perfect arc. Which landed her right next to man responsible for said wall, her bladed tail made short work of the man by cleaveing him from left shoulder to right hip. His life's blood rushed out of him along with chunks of mangeled organs and other verious soft tissues.

The men with the auto-rifles open up on her, but once again it was her agility that made them miss. As soon as she was within striking range of one of the riflemen a sword wielder stepped out in front of his squad member his sword clashing against her right bladed arm. Unfortunately for him he hadn't seen the small black cloud form around her left arm, if he had seen it he would have fallen back instantly. Instead his lower abdomen was impaled by a large set of black and white claws.

After seeing the light fade out of his comrades eyes, the closets rifleman began to empty his rifle of its deadly .30 cal rounds in the general direction of the constantly mutating woman. However she responded by swinging her latest victim around and employing him as a meat shield while charging her attacker. As she closed the distance betweenherself and the evermore frantic rifleman, his shots became less and less accurate the closer she got. Eventually his rifle spat its last round which went wide left and hitting one of the two swordsmen rushing her from behind square in the forehead. The large .30 cal round cared nothing about the term "friendly- fire" and turned his head into a mess of broken bones and splattered gray matter.

The other swordsman got off lucky compared to his comrade. The hooded lady's left clawed arm ripped the intestines out of her shield throwing the guts into her assailants face temporarily blinding was made worse by the fact that he had swung his blade through the incoming guts, which therefore also left him covered in their contents impairing his sense of sight further. Unable to see his impending doom a large white and black blade ran itself through the left side of his chest cavity. The blades owner quickly removed her bladed arm from the dead man, droped her meat shield, and sprang for the reloading rifleman, who in his hast to reload panicked and his magazine fumbled out of his hands. The last thing he saw the flash of a clawed hand which ran up his throat shredding his wind pipe and jugular. Dropping him in a rithing mass on the ground.

Meanwhile back out on the lake.

"Rosy point!" Gurny shouted to the stripeped hound who pointed right behind them.

Jerry reloaded the Narwhal and when the harpoon emerged the poons head was spinning.

"Good call on driller rounds, Jerr!"

The Underbite erupted up behind them. The whole grimm had lept out of the water leaving Gurny, whom had looked back when he shouldn't had could only look on with the most terrified expression on his face. While Jerry unloaded harpoon after harpoon into the beasts belly.

Once again the grimm missed by the skin of its teeth, however its tail fins did not. The tail fins came crashing down upon the motors. Snapping them off with a screaming crunch. The crippled speed boat slowly came to a sluggish drift.

"ROSY FIND THE GRIMM! POINT!" Gurny yelled his voice full of fear knowing that at any second they could become a modest meal for quarry.

Gurny then looked over to Jerry seeing him rip the energy cell out of the narwhal and shove it into his belt along a random missile and an H.E. grenade.

"Jerry? Where'd you get a missile and what are you..." But Gurny's question was interrupted by Rosy who let out a low whine.

Both Jerry's and Gurny's heads turned to see that Rosy's was in the pointing position but her head was pointing down. Gurny grabbed Rosy, drawing her to his chest while keeping a vice like grip on her harness.

"Pineapple! Pineapple! Pineapple!" Was all Gurny screamed as his free right hand smashed through a clear plastic case and down on a big red button that said "GO BABY GO" in bright blue letters. A pair of high powered thrusters popped out from the aft and ignited right as the Underbite breached. The tiny boat practical pulled a vanishing act on the giant grimm with all occupants onboard minus one Jerry McGoulbray, whom had jumped ship right as the grimm had surfaced. With both seven inch blades fully extended from his oversized bright blue gauntlets, which he sunk up to the hilts in the grimms blubbery hide.

The Underbite had managed to build up enough speed so that it's entire 45 foot long body came out of the water. Unbeknown to the grimm Jerry at a quick pace was making his way to the blowhole. And by his time of arivle the beast had already crashed back into the water, however, it quickly breached again giving chase to the boat.

Jerry removed one of his blades from the beast only after setting extra hooks and blades into the grimm with his other gauntlet.

In a race against time he rammed the missile down the blowhole quickly followed by the energy cell. The grimm went under again, and as soon as it breached he pulled the pin on the grenade and jammed it down the hole while releasing his hooks and jumping of the Underbite.

Jerry used the red dust crystals to send himself flying like a rocket. He then fliped himself just as the explosion went off. The entire upper half of the back and face of the Underbite was ripped off and turned into a enormous bloody jigsaw puzzle. Gurny had been so caught up I watching his brother-in-law flying like a cork from a shook up bottle of champagne, that he didn't notice the oncoming rocks sticking out of the water as he neared the shore. Even if he had there would have been nothing Gurny could have done to provint the oncoming crash becaues there was nothing left to steer with.

When boat hit the outcroping it acted like a catapult launching Gurny and Rosy who fortunately was still being clung to by him. When they hit the water their momentum caused them to skip several body lengths and sink about a yard of shore. Standing up and letting go of Rosy, the duo made their way to shore. Once on dry land Rosy shook herself furiously, soaking Gurny once again.

"Very nice Rosy..." Said a now extra wet Gurny. "But two can play that game."

He flicked his sopping wet hair in her direction, tell resulting downpour caused her to huff an him as they walked to shore. And once there Gurny began to hear what sounded like a struggle, but was unable to see who or what was fighting due to a large clump of vegetation that seemed to be hiding whatever or whomever was making that ruckus.

"Shall we take look?" He asked the hound at his side.

Her only reply was another huff.

"I'll take that as a yes."

As they approached the sounds got louder and more violent sounding. Gurny's left hand removed a small but wide dagger from his belt while his right hand slid into the back of his pants and drew a small gunmetal green .380 pistol and removed the safety. He flicked a switch on the dagger which made the blade extended to a length of two and a half feet. He flicked another switch and the blades edge began to emit a blue light.

"Alright. 3...2...1, breach!"

He swung his sword through the wall of plants cutting a nice sized entry hole and bounded through it. What he saw he hadn't expected. Two women each with tan skin and were roughly the same height, one had a hood on and had a furry blood red tail. The other had straight black hair with multiple thin white stripes, she was being held by her throat by what looked like the left arm of an ursa. The hooded women swung the black and white haired girl up and then brought her back down onto her knee. There was a loud snap and a scream that followed as her spine was broken.

Gurny let out a slight sound of discomfort, which immediately drew the hooded lady's attention. The swift twitch of her head dislodged her hood revealing her face. An attractive set of bright red eyes with long wavy blood red hair and on the top of her head sat two little fuzzy triangles that were swerving around to catch any sound. She broke the silence between them.

"Hello Gurny."

"Hi Anonymous."