We thought ourselves to be dead, to be nothing more but a bunch of paste and food for the Grimm to come as the bandit's leave's us to our terrible faith and the Brother God's abandoned us to our fate, we have been nothing more but generous people, giving passerby's comfort and in the price of wanting to live in peace and quiet, nature provided us with fruits and vegetables and the Grimm were never once attracted to this place due to the belief that they are only attracted to the negative, we surrendered our ways of the cities and fled here to start anew, working jobs that required the needs of the settlement, tending to the crops, hunting, bathing in the waterfall not far from here, even if it meant avoiding Grimm of which I and my dad have done so for years now, all in all, it was perfect until they came.
My parents told me of bad people doing worst to other people in the name of greed and evil things, that we thought that we would never be found but we were wrong, they came in like a storm with vehicles and weapons and took everything from us to live, killed those who fought, and take those whom they see fit to serve there's especially the children and women we have and in the negativity, the Grimm were attracted upon a view, we can see them all like an avalanche and the bandits and thieves leaving us to our death's and we could only watch as the horde makes its way upon us and increasing by the numbers, our own loved one's taken and we that were left to see ourselves, we closed our eyes in acceptance and despair of what is to come, that in our hubris and wish to be left alone is the one going to kill us all.
Until a boom reached our ears and dust picked up in the wind and a crater formed that we even felt as if it was an Earthquake and when the dust settled, in the center was a humanoid figure, but I cannot see as the crater was proven to be deep and when the figured walked out I can finally see it's true figure and it was marvelous, it was a half-naked man with armor covering his waist to his legs in strange blackened plate armor, his own body adorned in markings of red ink but the more noticeable mark is the red adorned in his back, of which that to be sword-crossed, he exuded power and commanded it, just from his stance, he is a warrior.
He began to look at us and his own eyes that of the Grimm, blood red and seemed to be searing heat, looking at us with disturbing silence, he then brought out his hand and he did something that was unexpecting, fire formed and he crushed it and in the embers, it enveloped us but it did not feel pain, we then realized that the embers that clung to our skin began to heal us, the very wounds that the bandits gave us were now healing, it was amazing, the embers are so bright and very mesmerizing like the sun and spoke the words that would never leave us for the rest of our lives and etch upon.
"אל תפחד",
Word's that we do not know the meaning and yet were able to calm us, his voice reminded us of a soft-spoken but experienced battle-hardened warrior, like my parent's but more reassuring, He again turned to the oncoming horde and in one flash, he disappeared and we look onto the Grimm being sent apart, the horde had a hole in its center, and upon it, chaos ran rampant, he descended upon them with fury and hate that made them all fear.
We could see the Grimm hesitating but attack nonetheless, we watched in awe at the slaughter that happened all of their blades and claws that we see rip apart even the greatest of huntsmen rip unto his skin but he did not even felt hurt by it and seemed to invigorate him more and more as I can see that small wisps began to come to him, more Grimm emerged from everywhere in the forest, it was becoming a nightmare and one that I see the Grimm really wanting this man killed, more of the Grimm were coming forth and now numbering in the hundreds and counting, adding to the winged creatures, their own howl and roar signaled to us our end and in there, maw's were forming of fires began to emerge and spewed forth at him and burning everything in its path and along with him and other Grimm's while some began to release there claws and ready to kill.
The fire began to react to him and immediately changed into embers and clung to him meanwhile ripping apart a nevermore and stomping on a Goliath and using its own body as a frisbee to the number of Griffon that was caught, His body began to red alight and the marking adorned followed, and in a roar, he unleashed a beam of destruction, the sound was that of chalk being seared into the board but more defeaning that we had to cover our ears, I look to my parent's and the settlers and they were all covering and some are on the floor and I look on to see the man further destroyed the flying Grimm and turned the blue and clear sky dark upon its touch, the clouds began to swirl and lightning began to form and rain down on the Grimm, and none were spared and in his body unleashed a field of energy that targeted and burned every single one in his range, it destroyed the very ground it was set upon that tremors began to emerged and cracks along with it.
I was pulled along by my Father as Mother was also helping others into the store and every underground they have created in-store of alcohol and food of which the Branwen Tribe has stolen but I again raced out and went to the window to see the man destroy and annihilate the Grimm, he was fast, dodging, evading them all with and coming back with a ferocity that outmatched there own, he brought down the biggest upon them unto the horde like a ram, and minutes to even a half an hour has gone by and the horde began to wane and some began to escape to our own surprise as Grimm do not fear anything and by then the field and the road were now filled with Grimm's guts even when they were supposed to disintegrate, which baffled all of us and also look upon the field with not only elation but beauty, which disturbed us but in a way is gratifying.
But still, more Grimm remained and went to fight the man. A King Taijitu slithered to the field and hissing at the warrior but the warrior was undeterred and began to zip through and tried to eat him but he sidestepped and put his foot down on the head of the snake as his own other began to attack of which he caught with his hand, he reared his head and headbutted it which we can also hear the bone crunch from here, and dug his hand's onto the head and split the giant snake wide open, the snake that has been squirming on trying to break free, he lifted his foot and brought it down again, this time crunching the snake's skull and burrowing it into the ground, then he did something that was on sadism, he took both the barely alive Taijitu and looped them together like a pretzel and squeezed them.
The sound was grating as we can also feel the snake not hissing anymore but whimpering and gasping as if he is signaling to the warrior to stop and he did with enough force, with the sound like paper, he ripped them both apart and proceeded to toss them away from him like a pest, the surrounding Grimm now felt hesitant but they all again charged and he returned their response in kind, plowing those in his way and he looks to his side to see a Boarbatusk tried to charge him down but caught the horns with his hands, lifted him up and slammed him unto the oncoming Grimm that tried to attack him and more were caught a the Grimm in his hands was squirming trying to get out of his hands but they were firm, and slammed him down again, tore off a Boarbatusks horn and jammed it to the stomach and proceeded to rip it to its head, making the Boarbatusk stop squirming and dead.
He then released another roar so primal that it pierced the heavens and something that they will only hear from a Grimm, The warrior threw the body and then zipped again through that we cannot see him and continued the slaughter, he tore them all to the ground and by his hand and even those that flew up in the sky, he jumped so high and brought them down, and killed them all ten-forth, ripped their heads, claws and chugged it to there heads and ripped through the body and threw them unto the pile of corpses, he stood upon them all, there own body and mind broken, his own body and fist caked in his own blood and all manner of injuries inflicted upon him and of the Grimm and in one was the head of a goliath and in another the head of the flying creatures, the field should have made others ran in fright but it did not seem to deter him.
All alone he stood upon the piles of corpses of every kind of Grimm, desecrated and eviscerated on every part of their body, it was like looking at a painting and I look back at his own body rising in and out like he is heaving, smoke was rising from it like a machine until he was brought to his knee's and seeing this, I quickly took off with my water jug and dashed out, to the dismay and fright of my parent and along with the other settlers as they called onto me but I did not care, the man needed help.
As I am now in front of the man, I can see up close his own marks and tattoos and they all seem to pulsate until he again roared and he released the same beam that he used and unto the sky, it knocked me off to my back and to see the beam up-close is amazing and even beautiful until he stopped and dropped to the ground, becoming unconscious, I can hear my family come near and tried to get me away but I do not want to and I look more to see that the sky began to split open and ray's of light began to shine upon the man, the blood that once seemed to mar his skin is now removed along with the wounds but the scars remained.
And I look again to the battlefield, the dead Grimm's bodies are, to my shock, slowly disappearing when they should have disappeared right now and she can see there bodies litter the field, and I look all around for more, It makes the battlefields in the Great War as we're depicted like skirmishes or small conflicts, it was truly horrifying sight,
I look at him again and I can now see his own face up-close and it is rugged, muscular, and even rough has a scowl which would be said that he seemed to never have smiled or ever in a long time,
"Wait let's help him", my parents look at me with surprise but before they can voice their own opposition, the other settlers have come on to the man and began to carry him back to the infirmary, regardless of my dad's decision.
"Are you all crazy? What if he turned against us",
"Dad, he helped us, he took down an entire army of Grimm that we have not seen before that has to take an army of huntsman to do or even Atlas itself, he could have killed us when he wanted to but he chose to help us", my dad is really mistrusting after the bandits from the crown came in disguised, it was one of the reasons why they even came here in the first place, our own dad is a really great man, serviced into the army for decades in Atlas and has seen as well in so many places that everyday he ahs another's story to tell us, he could have had more but decided to step away and be with us, left the city and start our new life here alongside the settler's, but it was broken now.
"John, it's fine", my mom put her hands on his hands and he seemed to soften and sighed, "You are lucky young lady your mother is here", I smiled and went to the unconscious man, running like the wind and bypassing every person in front me to see the man that is a God.
It is not every day this kind happens but I hope that this will be the start of something greater.
translation:
be not afraid - אל תפחד