Death: Hey guys! Soooo sorry for the late update. Finals are killing me right now, so I might not post a chapter in about a week, but rest assured that when summer comes, I'll be up to date with the chapters! You can rely on the fact that this fanfic will never be abandoned that to you guys and all your lovely devotion! 3 Feel free to post recommendations for the fic's continuation and evolutions, or ideas for some little shorts and fun chapters for you all to enjoy!

Fox and Coco strode their way through the greenery cautiously; Coco with her eye out for any strange rustling of an unfamiliar bramble, Fox with his ears like radar, scanning the sounds around them. There were no birds in this forest, the sweet-minded chirping, absent from both their ears. The scents were not fresh or crisp, rather leaden and aged, so much so that Fox began to identify the peculiar aroma as depression itself. The green, in contrast was heavy, looming with gloom despite their regal height and gargantuan supports.

But suddenly, a hiss came from a shadow behind a tree, the dark void in front of the two, lengthening like long shadows. The two froze dead center of a clearing, each looking to source the rapid clicks, hisses and spits that seemed to from all directions. Fox and Coco ended up back to back with each other, weapon's drawn, covering for each their own blindspots as heads veered wildly two and fro to scout the currently shrouded beasts.

"Hey Fox, answer me this; Were you born blind?" Coco asked, her optics still trained on the threat before then, leading the conversation while on lookout.

"Um… No." He hesitated, partially because of discomfort, and partially from the threat before them. "From when I was born I had a severe case of glaucoma." He began, "The doctors were hesitant at administering a drug to stop it on a child, especially since I was the first born of my… Lineage…"

"Lineage, aye? I can relate." Coco nodded monotonously, her Gatling gun pivoted towards every which way, clearly as blind as her when it came to the detection of monsters.

"Since, they couldn't guarantee any side effects ensuing from it, my father postponed the medication until I was of age, hoping that the disease would recede. But as I aged, my vision went from clear to blurry… And I became officially blind at the age of seven." Fox took a step back, and the sudden snap of a few twigs beneath his heels was enough to summon a hive of glowing red eyes in the direction in front with a symphony of agitated hisses.

"So… You still remember what colors looked like, right?"

"Um… Yes vaguely. Why-"

"It's a giant white spider web, about the width and height of a tour bus and there are… Eight Crypt Crawlers; Arachnid Grimm with white carapaces pierced with those red markings on the web too. And… They're conjuring something…" She described. Fox, looked utterly dumbfounded by her explanation, not the report itself, but the fact that she actually took the time to inscribe things in his mind given their tight situation.

"Thank you… No body has ever really bothered to-" The Grimm were done conjuring it seemed, now puppeteering a gargantuan golem of forest rock and moss. The structure groaned to life, towering over them at a story tall, the peaks of its shoulders, head, chest, and legs inhabited by the dog-sized Crawlers that scurried too and for their stations, manipulating the joints of their weapon with sticky silken threads. The living pile of prehistoric rock lugged a large boulder into its arms, and with a unison motion of a thrash by all of the Crypt Crawlers, hurled the projectile towards them.

"Duck!" Coco rolled to the side just as Fox dodged to the right, the pair avoiding the blow just in a nick of time. As Fox stood beside the rugged instrument, he heard the firing of his partner's bullets pelting the side of the giant. Coco knew well that the thing was merely a puppet controlled by the webs of the Grimm, but the bullets only dented the tough carapaces of the arachnids, which easily dodged predictable angles of her fire. "Dammit, I hate these shitty bullets…" The fashionista spat, her weapon mutating back to its razor sharp, disk-like formation. As Coco eyed the weapons of her partner, two choices came to mind. Hm, I can exhaust myself and go ham-crazy trying to saw these things in half with Golden Goliath or maybe we can see what those weapons are worth.

"Fox, catch!" Coco, using the propellers of her weapon, she propelled herself into the air, aiming for the shoulder of the monster which perched a Crawler. She spun, launching her weapon beneath her by the force of her legs her the arachnid. The metallic frisbee succeed in injuring the Grimm's now shriveled legs as well as sending the shrieking thing airborne towards her. With her time remaining in the air, Coco swiftly kicked it towards her partner before landing on the manipulat's shoulder, the crippled spider now came hurdling towards him.

Fox heard the incoming projectile just in time to slice it in half with a single upward slash. With their first collaboration a success, the foe was easily taken down after that. Coco jabbed at the button of the handle of her razor blade, making it rotate its live, cuspate brass teeth on the ends of its rings. She rocketed the weapon across the surface of the puppet, the raging blade knocking five Crypt Crawlers off the rock as it spiraled down the structure and stopped its detour when caught against the ground. With his speed, Fox easily leapt up, shearing all of the Grim before they disintegrated against the forest floor, twitching in their depart. With its conjurers gone, the structure crumbled to the ground. Coco called her weapon back to catch her landing as the two watched the towering stone golem fragment against the ground.

"Hm, didn't I hear a certain someone say he couldn't do it?" The brunette chuckled.

"Thanks… I had no idea that it would turn out as well as it had." Fox blushed, acknowledging her compliment by swiveling his head towards her. "Maybe, I could get used to just scent, touch, and audio." Upon ambling towards her direction, Fox felt it. A twinge, a crack in their shared happy moment like a malevolent shadow, maturing into a some dangerous ebon wraith in front of him. The hum and buzz of the air combined with the ever so slight scratching against the bark of a tree behind her like the scattering of insect legs… Arachnid legs.

Fox didn't think twice. Acting upon instinct as he lunged at presence of the Grim, relying on his naked senses to pinpoint his target, his weapon pivoted so that the blade's slight recent curve was beaked forward.

"Watch out!" He shouted, plunging the blade of his weapon into the remaining Grim. The arachnid screeched, its pincers splintering the air with its agonized scour as it disintegrated into nothing but fleeting black ash. Then, he smelled it. The hint of heavy iron with the mist of liquidation… Blood… Blood that stung his nose.