"They've learned that when they attack our borders, they're likely to die. And what we lack in strength, we make up for in will. And that killing one human will only bring more." - Dr. Oobleck to Ruby, talking about the Grimm goliaths that still wait near Mountain Glenn.
Source: Bartholomew Oobleck, Volume 2, Chapter 9, "Search and Destroy".
It watched the human village from a distance as it passed by, walking steadily. The rest of the goliaths lumbered forward, heading around the village. They all saw and heard the other humans preparing to attack the small town. The one human girl came to scout, and quickly returned with more. Even from this distance, it could see her white and red Grimm-like mask from here. It was a dark night with no stars, but the Grimm thrived in the dark.
The goliath knew that the raider-humans were helping them destroy humans. However, it knew to never trust a human, even if they helped divide their race. No matter how good they were, a human group could not change the view of a Grimm. Ruining a village or tearing up human homes were the humans just being foolish.
The goliaths were powerful, united with their herd or not. They could knock down humans swiftly and easily. Though it was harder to take down the ones armed with their small weapons, they weren't nearly as skillful enough to defeat them.
It wasn't long before they heard the first yell from the town. It was a sharp sound that
was easily picked up by the goliaths' ears. The yell was quickly joined by a few screams, shrill and terrified, and the loud and deep rings of the bells. The goliaths stopped and raised their heads, turning to the source of chaos.
The screaming, yelling, sounds of destruction, and the low notes of the bells filled the valley. The goliaths drank the negativity in, and the normal Grimm around them roared and screeched hungrily. They would never learn the right time to strike, so the armed humans took them out quickly. They were only pawns of their race, running forward to help with the destruction while the smarter ones waited until the aftermath where they could search for the survivors.
A Beowolf next to it snarled, its red eyes gleaming with a hunger that could never be satisfied. It then turned to roar at the goliath, baring its teeth in a challenge. It glared back, and it knocked the Beowolf over like a rag doll. The Grimm looked angry, as it always was, but it backed away from the goliath.
Years had passed since it was made, and it had learned many things. As it viewed the group of humans running forward and stealing resources from homes, it learned. It learned that the humans were quick with their pillaging, rushing back to the few horses they had and loading supplies on to them. It learned strategies and how a human would think, knowing that they would be weak to certain things.
The sounds of tumult was joined by the air filling up with smoke and fire lighting up the night. Flames spread across the village, burning their wooden structures to ashes and collapsing buildings. This was their call, when the fire settled in and the lesser Grimm prowled the chaotic streets with people running from them in terror.
The goliaths began walking to the town as quickly as they could while the other Grimm flew or ran there. The first goliath broke through the low wall surrounding the village with it's massive head and tusks. The second one let out a trumpet with it's trunk, a sort of war cry. They chased the last of the humans, finishing the human's work.
In the corner of it's eye, it saw a goliath cornering a group of humans. But then they heard gunshots, a strange sound when all the armed humans were gone or dead. The goliaths turned to the sound, and saw a man in a red cape come forward with his metal weapon. Determination flashed in his wine-red eyes as he faced the herd of goliaths, his sword ready. He looked like he was challenging them, just like the Beowolf.
It raised it's head and accepted the challenge, making the other goliaths back up. The human spoke its language to it, and it could sense the bitter and angry tone in its voice. The goliath charged forward, but the human was fast and moved away. It darted to its side and slashed with his weapon, but its armor was the only thing that was damaged.
Roaring in fury, it raised its front legs and brought it down, shaking the ground. The human stumbled, but kept his stance as he moved forward again and went for the left side of its face. The goliath was too slow to dodge, and sliced his blade across on of its eyes. It roared again, now in pain, as black smoke flowed out. While it was half blind and distracted, he leapt on its flank and climbed up. He then drove the weapon into its back.
It screamed as black smoke clouded its vision and everything it saw was red. It knew it was dying, and it knew that it would lose this battle. The human pulled out its metal weapon from it, and then stabbed it once more.
Its fire-colored eyes grew dim, like the dying fires around it. As it died, the other goliaths watched and learned, already wanting to take revenge on this human.
