A/N: I just realized that Not A Fairy Tale Anymore has the same acronym as North American Free Trade Agreement. NAFTA. I never realized that before. Eh, you learn something new every day.
So anyways, I'm sorry this took so long. I've been betaing the chapter of a friends story, and it took far longer then I expected. After I get out anther chapter of my other two stories then this story will be updated again. That's my plan right now; to update whatever story has gone the longest without an update. Also, you may notice in this chapter that I use the term 'humanoids' often. When I say this, it's to refer to both Humans and Faunus as one.
Please let me know of any mistakes I've made. I'm sort of in a rush to get this out.
Fonts = Meaning
Italics = Thoughts and stressing/emphasis of a word.
Bold = Monsters speaking English.
Bold and Underlined = Monster language.
Note: Monster language only written in such ways when a human is present and focused on. Otherwise its regular text.
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SilentXD7: Thanks, I plan to continue it.
meeyaaargh3412: Lol! You know, you are so right. I never noticed that. Then again, I'm not the biggest fan of TMNT. But yes, there will certainly be more monsters in the future, and I'm still considering on Ambers final place in this story. I hope you enjoy where I take this story.
Raptorex: You to, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
animeandgamerlover2: Thanks, I'm happy to hear that. Though it's not like there are many to read in the first place, lol.
IAmPedobear: I plan to, and I wonder if I've yet gone along with what you're thinking.
Sleeping Piranha: Sorry about that. While I can't do much for the time of day in the future except try and specify it, just remember that every characters name begins with the first letter of what Monster they are. But if you mean you can't remember what the monsters look like, just google them.
FellKnight: Here you go! It's funny how I'm posting this on the same day that you say: Don't take forever.
Not A Fairy Tale Anymore
After almost ten minutes of near constant yelling, Garthis was seriously beginning to consider crushing the two little creatures in his claw and being done with it. No matter how he felt, there was simply no way the end result of saving them would make up for the growing ache in his ears. He was seriously starting to get really annoyed by the female Humans idiocy and complete lack of gratitude.
In the few minutes since he had collected them, he had encountered nothing of note. Several small Grimm had come up to him with the intention of stealing the two young humans from him. But all it took was a simple glare and they would run off scampering. It was pathetic really. He didn't encounter any humans, but he could tell he was getting closer to them.
As the noise and frequency of the noisy human weapons increased, and the human scent strengthened, so did his agitation. Every muscle in his body was telling him to leave or fight, but his mind and sense of duty ignored both. He had already committed himself to bringing the small humans to safety, and he refused to show weakness in the form of renege by running away or killing their rescuers.
But despite the strength of his conviction, the little human female in his claw just would. Not. Stop.
He attempted to distract himself from the noise by thinking of something else. He tried thinking of his plans after he dealt with the humans.
After he dropped them off, he would leave the town, find Brawl, and bring him home. Simple. And then he could also give the metal gadget to Krell and rid himself of his debt, so that was another positive.
The Goliath winced as the human female's voice reached a new pitch.
And after he got home, he could go hunting. Perhaps he could find a Megamouth and rip it apart. That always made him feel better.
A low growl built in his throat as the human's voice droned on for a record time.
Maybe after killing the Megamouth, if it was big enough, he could harvest its skeleton and hand it on his wall. But then again, Megamouths made poor trophies. There was nothing really impressive about killing a giant overgrown frog with more mouth then it had arms.
Garthis was rudely torn from his thoughts as the female's voice briefly cut out, likely to inhale the oxygen she was rapidly expending, only began again. This time even louder than before.
Finally, Garthis decided that enough was enough. Fed up with all the screaming, Garthis dropped the metal object for Krell onto the ground and transferred the female human into his right hand while keeping the male secured in his left. Without a moments hesitation, he brought her screaming body up to his face, reared his head back, and threw it forward with a thundering, bone rattling roar.
"BROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRR!"
In that moment, everything else became muted. His voice took the soundwaves of every other noise and brutally pushed them aside, leaving no room for them to he heard. And even when he ceased his bellow, as it echoed around the area, everything seemed to be quieter then before to Garthis' ears. As though the very environment around him was trying to remain inconspicuous for fear of invoking his rage.
Unknown to the Goliath however, his frustrated cry of rage had much more of an affect then he realized.
Several hundred feet away, where the Grimm were attempting to overwhelm an evacuation zone set up by recently arrived hunters, his action of pure annoyance and frustration would aid many lives.
As the Grimm threw themselves at a makeshift barricade at the end of a street, the hunters and armed townsmen shot and slashed every one they could. But despite their best efforts, the barrier of furniture, vehicles, and other common items was quickly being torn down, and the defenders pushed back.
A large pack of Beowolves appeared at the other end of the street, and began charging the barricade. But as they closed in, and the humans prepared themselves, something happened that the humans would remember for the rest of their lives.
An enormous, bellowing roar suddenly pounded into their ears from somewhere ahead. The sound was so loud, so primal, that everything around seemed to freeze in its presence. All of the Faunus present immediately clutched their ears painfully, as a look of complete and utter terror formed on their face. It was a fear so pure, absolute, and unyielding, that any Grimm around to sense it could have gone mad with hunger and desire. Or rather, they would have. If they weren't already preoccupied with their own reaction.
Upon hearing the furious roar, the pack of charging Beowolves dug their claws into the stone and skidded to a halt in the middle of the street. They looked around nervously, fearful whines escaping their throat. Even the Alpha, about 13 years old and considerably large, knew that the creature the roar belonged to was far, far superior to it and its pack. It had never met the creature and didn't even know what it looked like, but it didn't matter. The Grimm could sense the raw power in just its voice alone, and unlike fighting humans where there was a substantial chance of a quick death, to fight this creature would mean certain destruction, and the possibility of a long, painful demise.
The first Beowolf to flee was young. Its instinctual fear overriding its other instinctual desire to pursue the negative emotions of the humans ahead, no matter how delicious and enticing they currently were.
After seeing the first deserter flee, several older, but still young, beowolves chased after it. A few seconds later, upon seeing the majority of their pack running away, the rest of the Beowolves dashed after them.
The Alpha Beowolf gave one last look at the humanoids, before quickly turning to follow the rest of its pack. It was irritated at the loss of their prey, but at the same time was grateful that something else had incurred the unknown creatures rage, so that it and its pack didn't have to face it. And it knew that there would always be more humans to kill. At least it survived.
Meanwhile the humans, since the Faunus had been almost completely consumed by their unexplainable fear, were feeling a plethora of different emotions.
They were happy that the Grimm were gone and weren't attacking anymore, but worried for the reason. The way they saw things, a single roar from somewhere deeper in the town managed to scare away the Grimm.
The Grimm, the most ferocious and merciless creatures to walk the face of Remnant, creatures capable of bringing down entire cities, and as old as humanity itself, were scared of something.
The prospect incited confusion and no small amount of fear into the hearts and minds of the humans. And after looking at their Faunus partners, and seeing the state they had been reduced to, they could only wonder exactly what was roaming through the town, just outside their view.
The human female was instantly hushed. She simply stared at Garthis' now angry red eyes fearfully, strands of his saliva dripping from her face and hair. But most importantly, she was now silent. Wonderfully, fantastically, finally silent.
Garthis chuffed satisfied, chomping his jaws in her face as a warning against any future disobedience. The girl only flinched and covered her face with the one arm that wasn't pinned to her side, but he felt that she got the message.
But as he prepared to transfer her back to the talon with the Human male, the sound of something crumbling behind him trickled into his ears.
Shutting his eyes and looking down with a sigh, he thought, "Of course there would be something behind me. Because today hasn't been bad enough as it is." He angrily grumbled in his head before slowly turning around.
There, sitting right behind him, was the black Taijitu from earlier. It had used its immense size to crash through the building nearby, and was now glaring at him with soulless red eyes.
He growled at it threateningly, but it only hissed at him in response. He was momentarily curious as to why it had come. They had already concluded a silent agreement not to bother one another, so why was it here now?
His answer came as the Grimms blank stare moved down from his eyes and to his hands, and the humans in them.
Realizing exactly what it was that the snake Grimm wanted, the Goliath gave a single warning growl, forewarning of what would happen if it tried anything. It was usually more effective against younger, less intelligent Grimm. But against the old Taijitu, his warning didn't carry as much force.
The snake didn't seem to notice, or more likely, didn't care for his warning. Instead of shrinking back like a frightened animal, it hissed and moved towards him. Staring hungrily at the humans in his hands, who were whimpering fearfully and trying to make themselves smaller.
Garthis recognized the body structure the Grimm snake was using. It was slowly moving forwards while keeping its head at his chest level, but also keeping its body higher and obviously tense. It was an appearance he recognized from the few rare times he had fought with Rock Worms in the northern mountains of his home. It meant the Grimm was getting ready to strike.
The Grimm was relatively the same size as Garthis, though a little smaller and obviously with less body mass. But the snakes powerful muscles were not to be underestimated, even if it was smaller. It was easily able to break through a building, so it was clearly strong in its own sense. But at the same time, Garthis had all the advantages it didn't. The Goliath was strong, fast, intelligent, could breath fire, and had actual hands with lethal claws on them.
Realizing that a fight was now inevitable, and confident that he could win, Garthis turned and set the two humans on the roof of a nearby building. He gave them a quick grow to stay put, before turning back to the snake. He put himself between the building and the snake, snarling as he did so.
It stared at the humans, and then back at the Goliath. He could see a sense of understanding in its eyes. There was no way it was going to get at the younglings without getting through him first. At the realization, it opened its mouth wide, and roared.
Garthis' entire body tensed as the battle cry filled his ears. The challenge triggered something deep inside him. Something itching for a fight. Something as old as his instincts.
The thirst for battle flowed through his every muscle and vein as easily as air entered his lungs. Every part of his body spoke and worked together as one in preparation for the deathmatch. And as a sense of combat awareness filled his mind to the brim, Garthis' jaw opened wide and replied to the old Grimm's provocation with a fearsome roar of his own, accepting its challenge.
After both creatures accepted each others desire for a clash, the only thing left was to begin.
The Grimm made the first move. Its tensed body uncoiled like a spring, leaping at the Goliath at lightning speed. Its jaw opened wide to clamp onto the Monsters neck, only to receive a mouthful of rock instead.
Garthis ripped out a chunk of the ground and held it forwards, making the Grimm's mouth charge right into it. Quickly taking advantage if its surprise, Garthis morphed his left hand into a fist and slammed it down onto its armoured head hard.
The strength of the impact forced the Taijitu's head to the ground with a loud slam. Garthis lifted his right claw up and smashed it down at the snake, only for it to jerk its head back at the last moment, making his claws sink into the stone.
The Taijitu spit the rock out of its mouth and glared at him hatefully. A glare which he returned.
Sweeping left, it came at him in an arc before striking quickly. He tried to reach out a claw, intent on grabbing its top jaw, but it evaded at the last moment and managed to bite his side. Its teeth were hard and sharp enough to penetrate right through his armour and sink into the soft flesh underneath.
Garthis roared as its sharp fangs sunk deep into his ribs. Fortunately for the Goliath, unlike some of the animals it represented, the Grimm snake was nonvenomous. But that didn't mean several meter long teeth sinking into his flesh didn't hurt.
The Grimm only went in for a quick strike before pulling its head back and out of reach. It sat back for a moment, observing its opponent and what affect its bite was having on it.
Unfortunately for the Taijitu, Garthis' anger and adrenaline quickly dulled the pain and he ignored the blood spilling from the wounds. He spread his claws and roared angrily, tensing his legs and leaping at the Grimm.
It quickly backed out of the way, causing Garthis' fist to slam into the ground and the force behind the strike creating a shockwave around it.
The Grimm took advantage of his position and sprung at the Monster again with its jaws wide. Garthis only had enough time to raise his buried fist and hold out his arm, making the Grimm's jaws crunch down on his arm. It swiftly released it, and attempted to go for his throat.
Garthis held out a claw and grabbed the snake around the throat, keeping its snapping jaws just inches from his face. He reared his other claw back in an attempt to grab something, when he felt an object.
It turned out to be the metal object he'd acquired earlier, though the thought didn't process through his mind at the time. Instead he just lifted it up and smashed it against the Grimm's face, shattering it into dozens of pieces, but only making the Grimm shut its eyes tightly and hiss painfully.
With an angry growl, Garthis reared his arm back again to drive them into the Taijitu's eye socket, but suddenly found that the rest of the Grimm's long body had wrapped around it, restraining him.
Garthis snarled and roared at the Grimm as its withering body allowed its snapping jaws to get closer to his face.
Realizing how serious the situation had become, Garthis stopped trying to push the Grimm away and instead tightened its grip on it. Calling on the fire that burned deep in his chest, he felt its warmth rise up and cause his chest and throat to glow.
The Grimm must not have known of the Goliath's ability to breath fire, because even as his throat glowed it didn't attempt to flee. Not until the blazing fire appeared.
The burning flame shot out of Garthis' mouth with a soft roar. It turned from a dark blue flame as it came out of his mouth, to a blazing orange that billowed and swirled around like wind over the Grimm's face.
The moment the flames left his mouth and touched the Grimm's face, it instantly gave a roar of pain as it tried to struggle free. Garthis was able to maintain his grip for a few seconds, but eventually the frantic spinning and whipping motion of its body allowed it to wrestle free and slither away to a safe distance.
It reached the end of the street before it turned its head back to face the Goliath. Its single remaining eye glared at him with undisguised hatred. The left side of its face had been reduced to a charred, smoking mess that was practically unrecognizable. But despite its injuries, the Taijitu didn't retreat.
It slithered up the side of a nearby building and coiled itself tightly. Garthis didn't have much time to consider its actions before it launched itself at him again. He tried to slash it in the head as it came, only for it to dodge at the last moment, and move low to sink its fans into his leg.
Garthis roared and attempted to slam his fist down onto its head, but at the last moment it moved and he only hit its body. Enough to damage the snake, but not enough to kill or stall it. He was unable to stop it as it slithered around his leg and bit his shoulder, before quickly moving lower to bite into his back.
Garthis attempted to reach back and grab it, but it remained just out of his reach as it shook its head, tearing open the flesh of his back and causing dark red blood to pour from the new wounds.
As the Grimm ripped apart his flesh and muscles, completely out of his reach, an idea suddenly came to his mind. He grabbed the body of the snake as close to the head as he could, and began to pull. He could feel the Grimm's fangs pulling against his flesh as he tried to yank it out.
The Taijitu, and the flesh its fangs were sunk into, held on tightly. But as his rage grew and he pulled harder, the snake finally came free as its fangs tore out of his flesh. Garthis didn't give the snake any time to try anything as he pulled it from around his back and then grabbed onto its jaws tightly with one hand each, and began to pull.
With his hands on its main weapon, the snake could only smack its body against Garthis desperately as he pulled its jaws apart.
The Goliath growled at the Grimm's body slammed against his face and curled around his neck, but he refused to let it distract him. With one last burst of strength, Garthis brutally tore its bottom jaw from the rest of its body.
The Taijitu slithered back, giving a gurgling roar as black, oily blood began to pool out of its wound. Its eyes had glazed over from pain, and it only stared at him blankly. It did nothing as he approached and grabbed its nose with one hand, and shoved his arm down its open throat with the other. He reached as far as he could, and then swung his arm down, ripping out an arms length of its throat and coating his in its blood.
With the left side if its face gone, its bottom jaw removed, and a portion of its throat missing, the old Taijitu finally fell to the ground and died.
Garthis stared at it for a few moments, before rearing his head back to the sky and giving a roar of victory.
"ROOOOOOAAAAARRR!"
He lowered his head and exhaled heavily, looking and watching the snake Grimm slowly evaporate to black smoke. He looked at his arm, seeing the black blood coating it doing the same thing.
He turned his back to the disappearing Grimm and walked towards a house, nearly stumbling as he did so. The injuries the old Grimm had inflicted were finally starting to process through his mind as the adrenaline and combat sense wore off. The pain was hot and intense, especially the mangled wound on his back. The injuries weren't fatal, he could tell that much, but they would remain open for a while until he got a good meal. Then his flesh could repair faster and his armour could return. He just hoped his blood would clot soon. He didn't need to leave a trail of blood wherever he walked.
Approaching the house, he glanced up to see the two young humans sitting on the roof. They clutched each other tightly, staring at him with a look of equal awe and fear.
He wordlessly held an open hand up to the roof, and they only hesitated for a moment before climbing on. Garthis knew they understood what he was doing now, or at the very least understood he wanted to protect them. What they ultimately thought meant little to him, so long as they cooperated and survived.
He clutched them both gently in his claw, holding them close to his chest. He glanced around for the metal object, only to notice its pieces, and he sighed. He had hoped to get out of his debt that day, but oh well.
With nothing left to keep him there, the Goliath turned and walked away.
The fight- though it was more like a slaughter at this point- had been going oh so well until the Human's flying metal machines arrived.
Initially, it had been laughably easy to crush, kill, or maim every Human and Faunus in sight. With access to a combination of earth, rocks, lava, teeth, tusks, tongue, and simple brute strength, he had managed to find many different and admittedly entertaining ways to kill his quarries. He crushed, burned, buried, and ate them as he pleased.
Although that last one was honestly his least favorite. Brawl simply could not stand the taste of Humans or Faunus. They were absolutely disgusting. Though Faunus slightly less so on account of their animal traits. Although, due to his enormous size the few times he did end up eating them he could barely taste them. So he did choose to chew on a few here and there to try and sate his hunger. Or sometimes he just swallowed them whole, but doing that always felt funny since they tended to wiggle as they slide down his throat.
The humanoids, both those originally at the mine and the newcomers, tried many different ways, all in vain, to fight back. They fired their little weapons and even tried throwing dust at him. But his armour and sheer size made it all pointless. Nothing they had could actually get through his carapace to his soft flesh, and the unfocused dust explosions did nothing more then temporarily disorient him if triggered in his face. But just getting close enough to throw it at his face was a challenge for them all on its own, since that was where all his teeth resided.
Predictably, many had tried to hide or escape. He couldn't blame them for trying, no matter how pointless it was. No matter where they tried to conceal themselves, be it under vehicles or inside storage containers, Brawl could find each and every one. So he let them hide, with the intention of killing them later, when those who tried to run were dealt with.
Speaking of said runners, they might as well of been lambs running to the slaughter. The only way out of the strip mine was via one of the roads that led around the pit and to the surface level. But Brawl had already blocked off each one with giant, impassible rock walls. Trapping them in the huge pit with him.
He wasn't surprised when some tried to climb up the steep walls of the mine, or when others attempted to break his walls. Both were futile efforts. The walls of the mine were simply too steep for their small bodies to scale, and his rock walls were considerably stronger then normal stone. So when they tried to blow it up with their dust, or run through it with their vehicles, they succeeded in nothing but harming themselves.
But then four of the Human's metal birds had showed up.
They appeared with a great roar of noise and wind, blowing dust up into the air as they hovered behind him. At first he had simply ignored them. Somewhat tricky with the amount of noise they made, but he still ignored them nonetheless. There was plenty of prey around him and he saw no reason to waste any time or effort on the machines. Even when they began making louder noises while they launched what felt like hundreds of small rocks at him. They did sting somewhat, but his natural armour and enormous bulk made them nothing more than a nuisance, and so he continued to ignore them. Until they began to throw fireballs at him.
He didn't see the first one coming. He had been occupied when he picked up one of the humans metal vehicles and prepared to throw it at a fleeing crowd. But a sudden white hot blistering pain in his back forced him to drop the hunk of metal and instinctively turn around. He instantly glared at the metal beasts. He may not have known much about Humans or their machines, but he knew that he only experienced the kind of explosion he felt after they arrived, and so they had to be the cause.
After giving himself a quick once over, he could both see and feel that he had a small but deep hole in his back. The explosion had torn right through his armour and left a literal smoking black crater on his back. Both the heat from the blast and his own internal heat helped cauterize the wound, so he didn't have to worry about blood loss. But in his pain-anger fueled state of rage, the positive thought barely registered in his mind.
It wasn't so much the heat from the explosion that hurt, but rather the forceful blast into his back. He could feel that something had gotten past his armour and sunk into his flesh underneath, but he wasn't sure if it was an actual projectile or if he had simply been feeling the explosion itself. The wound wasn't so deep as to threaten his life, but deep enough that it hurt and he wanted to kill the thing that did it.
Brawl watched as a small object dropped from the wings of one of the birds. He eyes it as if fell for a few seconds, before fire erupted from its back and it began flying quickly towards him with a shrill whistle.
Another deep, angry growl built in his throat. He lifted both of his enormous front legs into the air, and slammed them to the ground with enough force to shatter the earth. A moment later, a huge rock wall erupted from the ground in front of him. The shrill whistle in his ears abruptly ended when the rock wall shuddered and cracked as the projectile slammed into it and exploded. It gave Brawl a strange sense of satisfaction to see his plan succeed.
Reaching back with his right arm, Brawl grabbed the metal vehicle he had dropped earlier and brought it close. The Behemoth then dug his left claw deep into the dirt and reached out to the rock wall, commanding it to descend. It didn't hesitate and immediately disappeared into the earth. The moment it did, Brawl reared his arm back and threw the chunk of metal into the air.
Unfortunately, the metal machines proved to be more agile then he thought. The moment they saw the smaller vehicle tumbling end over end towards them, they all instantly moved to avoid it.
Brawl barely had time to growl his displeasure before one of the machines shot two more of the objects at him. His eyes narrowed at them before he swiftly curled up and rolled away, hoping to escape them. But much to surprise and irritation, they actually moved to follow and track him.
The first one slammed into his back, close to the first wound, and caused him to instinctively uncurl. The second one then struck his unprepared form in the left shoulder, actually managing to cause a noticeable amount of pain in his joint.
Brawl reared his head and roared angrily at the machine. It didn't give any form of a response to his challenge other then their normal hum, which only irritated him even further.
Planting his feet firmly on the ground, Brawl growled and reared his head back as he tensed the tongue muscles in his mouth. A split second later, he threw his head forward and opened his mouth, giving his barbed tongue a clear path to one of the metal birds.
The machine did attempt to back away upon seeing the sudden attack, but it acted too late. As a result the Behemoth managed to strike his mark.
The spiked tongue brutally ripped through and lodged itself in the metal belly of the hovering Bullhead. Since the craft had already been moving backwards at the time, its sudden jerk to a halt caused the spiked tip of the tongue to drag through the aircraft's belly, tearing it up even more. Since the engines had already been angled back, and because the the tongue through its belly had severed the hydraulic lines which allowed the pilot to change their pitch, the Bullhead could do nothing but keep trying to fly back, behaving much like a fish hooked on a fishing line.
Brawl growled to himself as the flying metal monstrosity attempted to pull away from him, stretching his long tongue to its maximum length and causing some discomfort when it still kept pulling.
One of the birds hovering near the one he caught released a loud noise, and he felt the same sensation from earlier as hundreds of tiny rocks peppered his right side. Brawl growled as his inability to actually do anything about it, but then was suddenly struck with an idea.
The Behemoth moved his head to the left, and the machine at the end of his tongue clumsily followed. Then he moved it the right, and it copied again. He did this twice more, moving his head and the machine more and more with each swing, until finally jerking his head hard to the right and tearing his tongue from the machines belly and pulled it back, cringing as a distasteful flavor filled his mouth. But the machines taste was overlooked as Brawl watched its movements.
Using the characteristic of movement known as momentum, the machine flew through the air with a mighty scream and slammed into the armoured side of its sibling. The impact caused a massive fireball as both fuel tanks ruptured and the liquid Dust caught fire. The spectacle continued as the machine literally flew through the other, splitting it in half in the process, and slowly arced downwards with gravity before it smashed into the ground with an enormous explosion. The tail and body of the other machine, both unable to operate without each other, spiraled to the ground with a trail of fire. The explosion caused by the two pieces wasn't quite as impressive as the whole machine's crash, but it was still a sight to admire.
Brawl didn't have long to appreciate his work as hundreds more tiny rocks rocks slammed into his left side, and another whistle reached his ears. He turned and held up an arm to cover his face, wincing as another projectile painfully slammed into his forearm.
He waited until the rocks stopped to lower his arm. He saw the machine hovering in the air, its constant roar persisting to sound and dust continuing to billow beneath it.
Brawl's six magma coloured eyes locked onto a nearby metal structures, one of the many that littered the mine. It was tall, and had a long arm that branched out from its main body. Acting almost in instinct, Brawl grabbed the structure's 'arm' and ripped it off the body, bringing a long metal vine with it. He reared his arm back and chucked the metal piece into the air, trailing the metal vine behind it.
Unknown to Brawl, the structure he had grabbed was the arm of a crane. Used to lift crates of dust into large trucks for transportation. When he grabbed the crane's arm, the Behemoth had unknowingly tore its wire spool from the main body long with it. Brawl would never come to understand exactly what he had done or how it would help him, but in the end, we wouldn't care anyways.
Upon seeing the piece of crane soaring towards him, the Pilot of the Combat Bullhead lowered the craft to duck under it. He succeeded in avoiding the chunk of metal, but beyond his peripheral view, gravity had taken hold of the metal chunk. As it fell to the ground, the wire it was trailing lowered with it, dragging along the left wing of the Bullhead.
For just a moment, it looked like the wire would harmlessly pass over the Bullhead. But fate is a cruel mistress.
A strong gust of wind caused the aircraft to sway to the right, moving the wire into just the right position to be sucked into the left engine intake.
The piece of metal forced its way past the fan-blades and through the pressure compression sections, before finally reaching the combustion chamber. Nothing but air was supposed to be present in this part of the engine, so the damaged metal wire did the only thing it could. It chewed the inside of the engine to pieces.
Brawl watched as the machine's left wing sucked in the metal vine attached to the chunk of metal he threw. The moment it disappeared into the bulb at the end of the wing, it exploded and began billowing thick black smoke. Its wing began to droop and fall, before it lost lift completely and spiraled to the ground, before slamming down with a mighty crash and fireball.
A beastly smirk grew on the Behemoths face as he turned to face the final machine. After witnessing its three companions getting obliterated, it apparently decided that it no longer wished to fight as it turned around and began to fly away.
Brawl narrowed his eyes and roared angrily. He wasn't just about to let it escape after all it had done!
Tensing his tongue muscles, the barb shot out of his mouth towards the Bullhead's rear. But at the speed it was going, by the time his tongue reached where the Bullhead had been it was already out of range, and his tongue retracted into his mouth.
Brawl growled, angrily staring at the retreating metal bird and upset that his prey had escaped. But as it flew towards the edge of the mine and neared the forest, a large rock shot up from the dense forest and smashed into the cockpit of the unsuspecting Bullhead. The metal crumpled easily from the force of the impact, killing the pilot instantly.
Similar to its sibling's demises, the metal bird flew for a few more seconds before crashing to the ground with a bright, hot explosion.
Upon the death of the final machine, Brawl realized just how quiet things had become. No one was shooting at him, or trying to blow him up. No more roar from the flying machine's engines. No more humans running around screaming. And not a single sound of wildlife anywhere, which made sense since it had probably all been scared off.
The silence didn't last long. He soon heard several loud thumping noises in the distance, and turned to see his brother Garthis leaping down the mine's many roads.
He patiently waited for the Goliath to reach the bottom and walk towards him. The look on his face as he observed the destruction around him led him to believe he was either impressed, or angry. Probably both.
"What did you do?" The Goliath asked, just the barest hint of a growl to the question.
In response to his brother's inquiry, Brawl merely shrugged. "They hurt me, and I got angry."
"Angry?" They both surveyed the area. The place looked like a warzone: Mangled wreaks of vehicles everywhere. Craters and fires peppered the mine. And bodies absolutely littered the area.
"I'd say you did a bit more then got angry." Garthis chuffed.
Brawl gave a sheepish look at the area. "Yeah, I went a little overboard and lost my temper." He admitted. He may have done far more damage then he should've. After all, it hadn't been their fault the ship hit him. It just happened, and his instincts took over.
Brawl was usually more mellow then the rest of his siblings, preferring to lie back and laze around most of the day. But when it came to his temper, it rivaled that of even Garthis'. If something made him angry enough, he would fly into a violent rage. Much like what he had done to the mine.
The Goliath gave an annoyed huff. "Well, thanks to you coming here, I was sent to come and get you back. Now come on, lets go." He ordered and turned and walked back the way he came.
Brawl looked around nervously. "Shouldn't we make sure there's no one left? Can't let anyone see us after all."
Garthis scoffed. "I don't think anything survived your rampage. Everything's already dead, now follow me."
The Behemoth surveyed the mine one last time for any signs of movement, but when he saw none, he turned and rushed up to the Goliath. "Maybe, but that metal machine almost got away. How do we know nothing else got out?" Brawl questioned.
Garthis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Firstly, I got that thing, so you don't need to worry about that. Secondly, even if something did escape it's not as though we can do anything about it. And besides, what would they say? Some big monster showed up and slaughtered their useless hides? So what? They'll just think it was a Grimm."
Brawl gave him a look. "I look nothing like a Grimm." He deadpanned.
He only shrugged his shoulders. "What else could they think it would be?"
Brawl gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. As he looked back up, he noticed several nasty wounds on his back, and several smaller ones on his arms, shoulder, and leg. "So what happened to you?" He asked, a sliver of worry creeping into his tone.
The Goliath gave a low growl. "Taijitu, an older one. We got into a fight." He explained.
Brawl's face morphed into one of confusion. "Why did you fight a Taijitu?" Monsters and Grimm fought rarely, so there had to be a reason behind it.
Garthis was silent for many seconds, to the point where Brawl considered repeating the question. But the Goliath finally answered. "We got into a fight over some prey." He explained.
Brawl had known Garthis long enough to know when the Goliath was hiding something. He knew his brother was technically telling him the truth, but deliberately omitting some key details. He didn't know exactly what, but he knew his brother would only do it if he didn't want anyone else to know. So he let the subject drop.
"Are you okay to get back?" He asked, making Garthis scoff.
"It's not as though these wounds will kill me. I'll be fine." His eyes roamed over the Behemoth, specifically on the large craters in his armour. "What about you? Are you okay?"
As if to remind him of their presence, his wounds momentarily flared up, making him wince. "I'll be fine once I get some rest." He answered.
"Well then, lets hurry up. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get some food and sleep." Brawl nodded, and they both increased their pace.
A/N: And done! Took FAR longer then I wanted it to. But on the bright side, I'm done betaing one of my buddies chapters so I'm back to just writing mine!
So Garthis delivered his two humans to safety, and Brawl feels a little bad about all the chaos he brought in his angry state. Not much this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.
Anyways, as I said above, I'm going to finish another chapter of my other two stories and then I'll be back. Next chapter we'll be seeing Willow with Amber. Won't that be fun!
Please review and tell me what you think, and as always, I'll see you next time.