Argent
"Beware that the light is fading. Beware as the dark returns."
It was like it always was, he walked the silent edgeless cliffs. He was as silent as the mist. It clung to his coat. Gloire glossed in the wet wind its spikes protruded through his heavy jacket. It kept most of the cold at bay but some chilled his bones. He didn't have a destination in mind it was like wandering with a purpose. He loved to come to the peak. Look at Vale from afar. It was truly breath taking from above. The olden architecture mixed with the new more modern motifs created a unique spectacle. It was like history and the future battling for dominance over a city that accepted both.
"Brr its cold" He spoke as if waiting for the haze to respond. Rubbing his hands together to ward away the frost that eased its way into his finger tips.
As Angus continued to walk he noticed a small flower blooming against the snow. Despite being in such a harsh environment it chose to flourish instead of wither away. Seize the moment where there is no competition and always come out on top. Even the trees had all but been striped of their leaves. He picked the argent flower. A Snow Lily was its name. A petite flower. He tucked it into his shirt pocket. As his head edged upwards, he stopped.
"Woah now buddy take a step back and I won't have to...~" Angus jumped back, The Beowolf leaped forward, trying to rip him to pieces.
"Feisty one aren't you! Got a lot of spunk." He continued to dodge its slow lumbering swings. There were much better fighters in a boys locker room, armed with nothing but towels dipped in water. It did't relent its assault. Still waving its arms as if they were a threat.
"You have lots of gusto I'll give you that, but seriously stop its not safe for your health!" He flipped over its head, he pressed his feet into its back. Kicking with all his might. The Beowolf was sent hurtling towards the jagged rocks below the cliffs. As he brushed himself off. His smug care free expression vanished.
"I see. If that's how its going to be. En Garde!" He reached into his coat. Drawing the not so subtle weapon. A large mace with spikes sticking out of all sides of the rounded surface. Without a moment's hesitation, they leaped at him. In a flash of silver petals he was gone. The Beowolves were dumbstruck. Examining the area where he once was.
"Merde Seriously! I can't believe you fell for that!" Angus fell from the trees above caving in ones skull in his decent. He swung in a wide circle scattering the Beowolves in all directions. Some scrambling to get away others to injured to retreat.
"Salop! You are not going to make it to easy for me, no?" The spiked ball dropped suspended from a thin silver chain. He swung it over his head like a lasso. He took aim at a group of them watching from afar. With a devilish grin he lit it fly. The ball soared through the air at incredible speed, as it struck the Beowolf in the jaw, its spikes sunk in. A pressure mechanism activated once released from its handle. It combusted into a dozen razor sharp 'petals' they shredded the surroundings into smithereens.
"Alas, poor Monsieur Argent will have one with zero challenge." He purposefully turned his back to the forrest. The Alpha approached in stealth. Angus could feel its glare upon his skin. He removed the sheath from Gloire a small blade was hidden away. For emergency situations only. He felt weightless as a strong weight forced him over the cliff tumbling down with him. He hacked away cleaving through its body multiple times. It bit down on his shoulder, teeth sinking in. He screamed in agony, with one last triumphant stab he pierced the heart of the Grimm. They slammed into the snow with a thud. Everything was motionless. Until one of them started to move. Angus brushed the snow from his clothes.
"Tsk. Now I'm filthy!"
Argent's shine blooms my soul, then brings me to my resting place