The character interaction is way too painful for me here. I think I added too many...

Chapter 2:

Ozpin studied the young man's ID card in his hand. It's a decorative identification that listed his picture, achievements, and services.

At least, that's what Ozpin assumes. The letters on the ID card are something he's never seen before, almost like it's in an entirely different language.

Both he and Glynda were keen on questioning their mysterious 'Hunter' about the odd ID card he provided them, but he's beaten them on that front by questioning their students about their encounter with the monstrous beast that laid dead on the forest ground. It had an appearance that bears an eerie resemblance to the Creature of Grimm and one wouldn't be blamed for assuming it was one. It took the 'Hunter' several attempts to get them all to stand down when they thought the creature was still alive since it wasn't dematerializing like a Grimm.

The sizable cavity and leaking fluid from the Grimm look-a-like's head was convincing enough; this creature wasn't a Grimm. The next biggest question was what was it? To which the 'Hunter' called it a Stygian Zinogre.

As such, Ozpin was content with letting the 'Hunter' interview his students to learn more about their mysterious monster hunter and his slain monster.

"After it absorbed the Creature of Grimm called a… Griffon, was it?" The 'Hunter' glances up from his leather notebook at the group of teenagers before him. They all nod to confirm their testimony. "Thank you. To reiterate, after it absorbed the Griffon, its size increased by a noticeable margin."

"Yes, that's right." Coco rotates her shoulder, "The rest is history. We picked a fight; it starts running over us and shooting red lightning everywhere. Nice outfit by the way."

"I appreciate the compliment. And please do not lean too close to my weapon, miss." He addressed a curious Ruby, leaning ever so slightly closer to the double-bladed glaive strapped on the Hunter's back. "It contains an explosive property and I'd rather not have any of us be hurt."

"Ruby! Can you please take this seriously?"

Weiss berates her team leader while kneeling on the ground and stroking the Palico's fur. She seems to have a sudden fondness for the adorable feline creature that stood on its hind legs. It even had its own miniature set of armor and weapons made out of unknown materials that gave it a beautiful icy sheen appearance.

The Palico, Mateo, blissfully purrs against her touch.

"Wha-? Me? Look at you!" Ruby points out the perceived hypocrisy. "You're not taking this seriously either!"

"Of course, I am." The heiress huffs, "I'm thanking Mateo here for participating in the endeavor that saved our lives."

Meanwhile, Blake and Velvet had a befuddled look on their face as they also kneel down and studied the Palico. It had an appearance of a typical house cat only it could stand on its hind legs and more baffling, its ability to talk. What is this creature exactly?

"Nyah? Rabbit ears and cat ears?" Mateo cutely tilts his head.

His sharp eyes studied every detail about the two faunus. They don't seem to be Wyverians, a humanoid race that resembles humans but with traits that suggest wyvern ancestry. Traits that neither Velvet nor Blake displays. The next thought that went through the felyne's brain is that they are a race with Fanged Beast ancestry. He would have asked what they are, but this human girl named Weiss is muddling his thoughts with her petting.

"Um. This may sound rude." Blake looked uncomfortable asking her question. "What are you exactly?"

"I'm a felyne. Purr…"

"A feline?"

"We have never seen a feline talk and stand on their two legs before." Velvet politely clarifies. "This is the first time and we're just curious about… Uh…"

"There are many more like Mateo. If that's what you're asking about." The 'Hunter' spoke up. "He is a felyne. More accurately, felyne are Lynians." He shoots Mateo a smile. "Already making yourself comfortable?"

"Felyne good!"

"Hah! Cat puns!" Yang pumps her fist in the air. "Love it!"

"You were soooo cool, flying around and cutting up that oversized lizard wolf thing." Nora excitedly bounces around. "Have you done that before? Of course, you have! You danced on its backside and went chop, chop until it fell over!"

"More than I can count." The 'Hunter' diplomatically answers.

"And the explosion! What does your weapon use to make all those explosions?"

Ren grabs Nora's uninjured arm and gently tugs her back so that the adults can move on with their business. "Not now, Nora."

Atlesian soldiers continue to work with professional stoicism, securing the area around the corpse of the Stygian Zinogre. An Atlesian soldier marches up to Ozpin and converses with the man, letting him know that General Ironwood is on the way to assess the situation himself.

"I hope I did not violate the sovereignty of this kingdom." Said the 'Hunter'. "I was unaware that I had crossed over the border."

Ozpin merely smiles, "Worry not. No such thing has occurred."

"That is a relief to hear."

"I do, however, have some intriguing questions to ask." The spectacle man hands the 'Hunter' back his ID card. "The letters or symbols written; I'm afraid I am unable to read what is written."

The 'Hunter' looks over his ID card, his eyes creasing slightly.

"Perhaps we use a different writing system." He put away his ID. "Proper introduction is in order. I am…"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off as a large winged reptilian creature soar overhead, cawing loudly and attracting the attention of everyone within the vicinity. Some of the Atlesian soldiers hoist their weapons, ready to fire at the creature should it display any hostility.

"Wait! Don't shoot! It's one of our wingdrakes!" The 'Hunter' hastily exclaims, whistling for the wingdrake to descend.

A small note was attached to its legs which the 'Hunter' unfolds and reads.

"Has something happened?" Ozpin asks politely.

"I've sent a message back to my Handler before arriving here. My companions are now inquiring about my wellbeing." The 'Hunter' answers, loading a flare into his slinger. "May I notify them of my location?"

"Of course." Perhaps they can learn more from his companions provided they are cooperative.

Flare loaded, the 'Hunter' raises his right arm that contains his slinger and angles his aim to the clouds. The kinsect on his left arm buzzed its wings, thinking that the slinger ammo was 'food' for it.

"Not this one, buddy." He shushes the giant insect and fired the flare into the sky.

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"These creatures are truly peculiar." A male Wyverian Hunter, known only as of the Seeker, muses over a disintegrating Grimm.

The Seeker has long, black braids and wears a Hunter's Armor. On his left hand, he wields an Insect Glaive with the First Fleet's flag wrapped around it. The same weapon he used to dispatch the Grimm with a single swing.

"Biodiverse. Red glowing eyes. Black fur. Bone-like plates with some sort of red symbols drawn…" The Handler, a brunette with freckles, jolt down the physical description of the Grimm. She wore a Commission Armor and had a pair of goggles strapped to her forehead. "Disappears upon death… So unnatural. It's like they are physical illusions."

"Could these monsters be created by an Elder Dragon or something?" Asked a fully armored teenage Hunter.

He was wearing a mixed armor set that was created from the materials of two Elder Dragons: Velkhana and Teostra. On his back is his longsword. An icy, but very sharp blade called the Reverent Elusarca. Unlike most Hunters who hail from the Old World, the teenage boy was born in the New World and is one of the youngest within the Hunters ranks.

For that, he's affectionately called the Newfangled Hunter or the Young Hunter by his master and older peers.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Shrugged the Ace Cadet named Aiden. Shaved orange hair with an uncut crop near the forehead, the Ace Cadet wore a Kushala Daora armor and is equipped with a Heavy Bowgun. "There's a lot of Elder Dragons out there we haven't discovered. The ones I've seen and heard can do some crazy things. Who knows what they're capable of?"

"This is something we'll have to investigate." Said the Serious Handler, Lea. Her black hair sways in motion to her movement as she studies the imprints on the dirt. "According to the scoutflies, it looks like the Brigadier was here and fought a lot of these monsters."

A snort escapes from a large muscular man. Standing a head taller than most of his peers, the Admiral is an imposing figure with his burly physique and mane of unkempt golden hair. One could even mistake him for a Rajang.

"Fought? More like a massacre to me." The Admiral grins. "Didn't leave any for us. Hah! Well, that makes our jobs easier."

"Whatever these shadow creatures are, they emit a great deal of animosity." The Seeker cups his chin and hums. "It may be in our best interest to capture them for study. Seeing how they do not leave anything behind upon death, I believe that is our best approach in understanding these creatures." He lowers his hand and gazes into the sky. "More intriguing, there's something strange about this land. The air also smells… Different."

The Admiral grunts, "Not just the air. This place feels off. Everything feels… Lighter."

"Nya! There's the SOS flare!" The Young Hunter's Palico, Catarinya, points at a red flare flickering in the blue sky. "Looks like the wingdrake found your meowster, meowster!"

"About time! Let's see what the Brigadier found out."

The Admiral loosens his muscles and whistles for a wingdrake to fly him to the Brigadier's location. Everyone followed suit and latch their harness onto the wingdrakes, taking into the skies. They glide high over the trees for miles and not soon after spotted a sizable metal ship nested on an open field of the forest.

Around the metal, ship were squadrons of strange armored people in blue and white wielding weapons that look like bowguns. Clearly, these were not Hunters, but soldiers of some nation which raises some jarring questions.

"Slow. Easy now." The Seeker soothes his wingdrake and turns to the Admiral. "I'm afraid that things had just become complicated."

"Would you look at that? A civilization out here in the Guiding Lands!" A look of curiosity spread across the Admiral's face. "And a thriving one as well. Look at their airship."

"What should we do?" Asked the Serious Handler. "We could be arrested if the Hunter's Guild is not recognized in this region."

Hunters are illegal in nations or places that do not recognize the Hunter's Guild. If these people do not have a favorable view of them, they can easily be detained or arrested just for entering their borders.

"What?!" The Young Hunter yelps. "Why? What did we do?"

"In a nutshell, some people don't agree with what the Hunter's Guild does. Either it's our methods, policies, or the people we employed as Hunters." Explained the Admiral. "Some just don't like us operating in their lands and advised them in what they can and cannot do." He grimaced, "Ugh. And I was hoping the New World wouldn't have any diplomacies in it. Guess fifty years is the warranty."

"We've already been noticed. Regardless of what these people view us, we should greet them. Be courteous and mindful." A small smile tug on the Seeker's lip. "Though it seems that the Brigadier has taken care of the initial diplomacy."

A familiar figure dressed in a dark blue Brigade Uniform, or Guild Knight Uniform as the Ace Cadet often refers to it, greets them with a wave. The Brigadier gave them two short nods to signal that everything is okay for now.

"He was a Guild Knight before arriving here in the New World." Said the Ace Cadet. "Negotiations and by extension, diplomacy, was part of our training."

Aside from hunting down criminals and gathering confidential information, a Guild Knight's job is to also act as negotiators for settlements. Being diplomatic is a must for negotiations.

"Well! Let's not keep them waiting!" The Admiral unhooks his harness and lands heavily on the ground. "Brigadier! Glad to see you're alright!" He walks over to the Brigadier and slaps him hard on the back, managing to knock off his lavish blue hat. "Looks like your little hunt took you on a grand adventure!"

The Brigadier caught his hat and smirked at his superior. "Somehow I'm not surprised you're here." He puts his hat over his head, covering his dark brown hair. "Quite a crowd."

He was expecting his Handler and the Young Hunter since they were in the immediate vicinity, not the Seeker, Ace Cadet, and the Serious Handler to be involved. Nonetheless, their presence here is a welcome sight. The remaining five, plus the Young Hunter's Palico, detach their harness from their wingdrakes and observe their environment as they make their way to the Brigadier.

Across from them are three human adults. A man with silver hair with a collapsible cane, a blond woman with a riding crop, and a stoic tall man in a white suit.

The silver-haired man welcomes them with a smile, lacking wariness or hostilities; only curiosity and wisdom. This human was also emitting faint energy from within his very being, much to the Seeker's interest.

The Seeker's ears pick up a few comments from a group of nearby teenagers, Hunters in training it would seem to judge by their weapons, showing interest in their armaments. He briefly glances at the Admiral and a silent message was passed between the two.

"My greetings. We represent the Research Commission and by extension, the Hunter's Guild, and we mean you no harm or trouble." The Seeker bows. "I am the Seeker. I apologize for our intrusion. If I may ask, what is it that has taken place?"

"I am Professor Ozpin. It is a pleasure to meet you all." The silver-haired bespectacled man returns the greeting. "First, I would to give my thanks." Ozpin nods at the Brigadier. "One of your own has rescued my students and for that, I am extremely grateful. While no wrong has been done, we are puzzled about a few things and we were hoping you would shed some light on the matter."

"Of course."

"Preferably somewhere more suitable for these kinds of discussions." Said the towering stoic man. "Let us continue these talks on the airship."

"On the contrary, I believe it would be best if we take this back at Beacon." Said Ozpin, "It is a much more welcoming environment, don't you agree?" The stoic man didn't seem to think so but didn't voice his disagreement. "General Ironwood here will provide us the means of transport to a more appropriate location. I promise you that no one shall be harmed. We too, are trying to make sense of this situation."

The Seeker briefly considered his options. The Admiral had silently given him permission to act on all their behalf. He must act carefully and wisely. They were in unknown lands with an entirely unknown civilization. Given the opportunity and potential risk, going along with these people can give them a better understanding of who they are dealing with. They were near an academic institution, that was for certain. Ozpin calls himself a professor. As for the towering stoic man referred to as General Ironwood, he is definitely military and rightfully cautious of them.

Refusing to go along might put them in an unfavorable light and possibly complicate things. But if they do decide to go along and things turn sour, they'll be put into a dangerous situation. However, that scenario seems unlikely to the Seeker. Perhaps it was the teens nearby interacting with the Palicos, or the air of wisdom emitting from Ozpin. Whichever it was, the Seeker strongly believes they can trust the words of Ozpin.

"Our well beings are in your hands."

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Team RWBY, JNPR, and CFVY were also taken along for the ride back to Beacon along with their mysterious newcomers. Once they settled in, Ruby instantly gravitates towards the armored young man with a shaved head and orange hair uncut crop.

"Sooo cool! Your rifle looks nothing like I've ever seen!" Ruby zips around to inspect the weapon mounted on the young man's back. "What caliber does it use? How many configurations does it have? Are these bow limbs? Can it turn into a bow too?!"

"Whoa, whoa. One question and one answer." The guy puts at both hands and cheerfully grins. "Wait, you've never seen a Heavy Bowgun before?"

The girl's eyes shimmer brightly. "Is that what's it is?"

"Yup! Want a long-range and powerful weapon with many attachments to pick from? Get one of these guys!" He hoists the Heavy Bowgun forward to show her. "It is heavy though. Moving around with this thing can be a pain. Still, the tradeoff is fair. Mine is the Loyal Thunder. Had to hunt a few Zinogres to get this made."

"Zinogre? As in the same black scaled creature that looked like a Grimm?" Asked Blake.

"That one is a Stygian Zinogre. A subspecies." The young lady with black hair and serious expression replies. She regards Blake and Velvet with curiosity. "This might be sudden and maybe rude to ask of you two, but… Do you know anything of your ancestry?"

Blake blinks, "Um… Not really. No. All I know is that both my parents and their parents are faunus."

"Well… My father is human." Velvet meekly starts, "My mother is a rabbit faunus so…"

"Faunus? Faunus…"

The black-haired young lady mouths the word with interest and took out her notebook and begins writing something down. In the background, Ruby, Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha were listening intently to the armored young man's prattling about ammo and modifications.

"So, you guys are like some research group or Huntsmen union or something? Names Coco by the way. Nice armor dude." She then glances at the serious-looking young lady's outfit and nods. "Not a bad style girl. I think green works well for you."

"Aiden." The armored young man gave her a thumbs up, "And thanks! Had some difficulties getting this."

"I'm Lea." The serious-looking young woman didn't even bat an eyebrow at Coco's compliment. "And you're not far off. We are a research group." She pauses, "But I'm afraid we can't discuss anything about what we're researching."

"Did somebody say Huntsman?"

The Young Hunter, a teenager dressed in expensive-looking armor, walks in with his helmet in his hand. He has faded light brown hair and green eyes. On the lower side of his right chin is two scars that ran down to the side of his neck. By his side are the two Palico, Mateo and Catarinya.

"Oh, hey!" Aiden waves the teen over. "Where's the Brigadier?"

"Stuck with the old people for now." The scarred teen snickers, "He's one of them now. Anyway, I heard something about the Huntsman here. What are we talking about?"

"I heard Huntsmen union, meowster."

"Meow too!"

The Young Hunter looks confused. "I'm not following."

"Aren't you guys' Huntsmen and Huntresses?" Asked Jaune.

Aiden, Lea, and the Young Hunter shared a confused look.

"We're licensed Hunters." The Young Hunter answers, "You know, the 'take up a quest, hunt giant and dangerous monsters, get paid after that' kind of job?"

Yang scratches her head, "That's exactly what a Huntsman does though."

"I think we may be referring to the same occupation, just under a different terminology." Said Lea. "For us, the occupational title, Hunter, is a catch-all term for those who make a living hunting monster." She looks at Jaune. "Judging by your previous statement, it would seem that you do differentiate the occupation depending on the individual, referring to them as Huntsman or Huntress. Is that correct?"

"Uh, yeah. That's correct."

"Interesting. Judging by the weapons you have on you; I would assume you all are also training to be Hunters… I mean Huntsmen and Huntresses as well?"

"Heck yeah, we are!" Nora jumps in and shows off her hammer. "What else would we do with these weapons of ours?"

The Young Hunter tilts his head, "Is that a hammer? A foldable hammer?"

"It's also a grenade launcher." The hammer in Nora's hand shifts into its grenade launcher form earning.

"Whoa! That's pretty cool!" Aiden glances down at his Heavy Bowgun, "Too bad mine can't do that. Not sure what it'll turn into, but I can always grab another weapon right for the job."

"It is a remarkable engineering to be able to have a dual functioning weapon to be this compact." Said Lea.

"Does all your weapons do that?" The Young Hunter glance around, "Won't it jam if it gets hit in the wrong spot? I mean, I don't know much about making weapons, but the guys at the Forge said too many moving parts is a nightmare in a fight against monsters."

Weiss cups her chin, "You're not wrong, but we do keep the complexity to a limit." She shoots Ruby an unamused look. "Though some of us take things a bit too far sometimes."

"Nuh-huh! My baby is anything but that!" Ruby unfurls her weapon, transforming into its scythe mode. "Does this look like 'taking things a bit too far', Weiss?"

"Yes." Her teammates replied in unison.

Ruby stares at her teammates with dismay, then looks sheepishly at the Hunters. "Um… Well, maybe I did go overboard with my baby."

Aiden whistles, "Now that's a weapon."

"You made this yourself?" Lea asked, looking impressed.

"Yup!"

"And till this day is still looking to make 'improvements' to it." Yang half sighs and laughs. "Maybe it'll be the perfect ultimate weapon someday."

"Now I'm jealous." The Young Hunter grumbles.

"Aw, don't be jealous," Yang said teasingly switching to a serious expression. "Trust me. It gets tiring if you do things at her level…"

"Ugh. You don't understand my genius and vision." Rolling her eyes, Ruby turns to the scarred teen. "What do you have?"

"Oh, just a longsword made from two Elder Dragons I helped kill." He places his helmet on his head and draws his longsword sheathed on his back. It's a beautiful curved blue sword, seemingly made out of ice and scales. A chilly air emits from the sword, slowly lowering the room's temperature. "One of my prized possessions and achievements."

"Coooool! You have a sword imbued of refined ice Dust?!"

"What do you mean refined dust?!"

"Why are your weapons drawn?" A male's voice sharply asked them making everyone, except Aiden and Lea, flinch.

The one known as the Brigadier stood upright and regards the teens in the room with an unreadable look.

"Err… I'm not drawing my weapon to attack, master." The Young Hunter quickly explains, "I was just showing it off. Although she called it a piece of refined dust…"

"I - Is it, I mean… It's not made out of ice Dust?" Ruby stutters, looking guilty and confused at the same time. "Ack! I mean, sorry! I thought it was made out of ice Dust."

"Who in the world makes their weapons out of dust?"

"There appears to be a misunderstanding." The Brigadier cuts in, looking annoyed. "Along with many other things as we've discovered."

"Misunderstanding?"

All three members of the Research Commission tensed, making all twelve Huntsmen and Huntresses in training feel uneasy.

"Relax. We're not in trouble. That said, it doesn't mean things won't be troublesome." Staring out the window, the Brigadier's expression didn't change a bit when he saw Beacon Academy come into view. "Things are about to be complicated. The Admiral and Seeker are with Professor Ozpin keeping up the discussions while our Handler is taking notes for them."

Lea steps forth with a concerned look, "What's this big misunderstanding all about?"

"… The details are best explained in private."

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Beacon Academy is massive and beautiful.

Having grown up in the New World, there were no such architectural wonders for the Young Hunter to lay eyes on. The scarred teen couldn't help but stare awestruck while walking through the campus. The other Hunters were much reserved since they've witnessed similar impressive architectures before. Both the Seeker and the Brigadier in particular didn't look all that amazed.

"Wow… This place is really grand!" The Handler exclaims, waltzing around the open plaza to marvel at the garden and statues. "Feels like we're tourists, huh partner?"

"Yes, it does." The Brigadier scans the campus, picking out uniform students wandering around and staring curiously at them. "It's not what I'd expect for an academy that's to train warriors. No offense."

Ozpin merely smiles, "We train warriors not just to fight, but to broaden their intellectuality and prepare them for life. Even if they do not continue with their training for whatever reason, they'll have something to fall back on." He comes to a slow halt and turns to face the Hunters and his students that had followed them. "Shall we continue our conversation in my office?" He nudges his head to the tower that overlooks the academy, "As for Team CFVY, JNPR, and RWBY… Would you be so kind to show our youngest guest around?"

It took the team of Huntsmen and Huntresses in training a few seconds to process who Ozpin was referring to. They then turn to the Young Hunter who was completely unaware he was at the center of attention until the Brigadier snaps his fingers, bringing the Young Hunter back to reality.

"… Did I do something wrong?"

"Professor Ozpin is generous enough to offer you a tour of Beacon while everyone else heads up to the headmaster's office to continue where we left off." Answered the Brigadier, "Be on your best behavior."

"That goes for all of you." Professor Goodwitch sternly stares at her students, making them wilt underneath her intense stare. "I do not want a repeat of what went down four days ago. Be on your best behavior."

"Yes, Professor."

"Yes, ma'am." The Young Hunter also couldn't help but join in.

He could already tell that this blond woman was scary. By the Sapphire's Star, she's holding a riding crop in her hand and it's most likely her weapon of choice to discipline unruly students! He shudders to imagine what happens when she's angry. Armored or not, he heard from his master that this place is an institute to train Hunters, or Huntsmen and Huntresses, to slay monsters and for this woman to be here means she's formidable on her own.

"I'll leave my student in your care." The Brigadier acknowledge Team CFVY, JNPR, and RWBY with a nod. Then looks over to the Palicos. "Mateo and Catarinya. Watch his back and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Hey!"

"You got it, meowster!"

"I got meowster's back!"

"I can take care of myself!"

"I'm well aware. Anyway, the Palicos would be hanging around with you. Have fun." The Brigadier turns away and waves his student goodbye.

"Make sure you take some pictures while you're at it!" Said the Handler.

"Wish I could tag along with you." The Admiral sighs, "Oh well. Let's get going."

The rest of the Research Commission walked off with Ozpin, Glynda, and Ironwood, leaving the Young Hunter with the Palicos and the students.

"You have a camera?" Asked Velvet.

Coco laughs, "Is that really the first thing that comes to your find, Vel?" She lightly taps on the Young Hunter's helmet. "Come on. Let's show you off to the student body."

"What do you mean 'show off'?"

"Nobody wears armor like that these days." The fashionista raps her fist against his shoulder guard. "You'll really be a sight on campus."

"You're kidding, right? What armor do you guys wear then?" He looks pointedly at Jaune, who shrinks a bit. "His armor doesn't even provide much protection." Then to Pyrrha, "Or hers. Unless your clothes are special like my master's…"

"No silly. We use aura." Said Nora.

"Aura? You mean like wind barrier or flame aura?"

Elder Dragons like Kushala Daora, Teostra, and Lunastra can produce 'aura' like fields around themselves, making them more dangerous to fight against. There's also those damned Kirin whose lightning armor greatly toughens its skin.

"I think… You're talking about something else." Weiss spoke up, "Surely you know what aura is? Every Huntsmen and Huntresses know how to use aura."

Mateo quizzically sways his head, "Nya? What is aura?"

"It's the manifestation of one's soul." Pyrrha answered, "It bears our burdens and shields our heart."

"Like a force field." Jaune pipes in.

"I don't really understand, but I don't think I have that sort of thing." Everyone went silent while he continues. "Maybe master or the Seeker knows more than I do." The Young Hunter shrugged it off. "So, where are you guys taking me first?"

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A squad of Atlesian soldiers patrols through the perimeter of Emerald Forest, keeping watch for any Grimm that might wander onto the site.

"What do you suppose that Grimm-looking thing is?" Asked one of the soldiers.

"Hell do I know?" Another retort, "The General will brief us if we need to know. Hurry up. This will be our last… Wait, do you feel that?"

The squad paused and slowly raised their rifles. Nothing at first. Then a thump shook the ground. And another, and another.

Thump… Thump… Thump…! THUMP…!

Soon they could hear the sound of trees falling and the heavy rhythmic stomping coming in on their directions swiftly. The Atlesian soldier sharply sucks in his breath and reached for the radio on his shoulder as his team shuffles back.

"PRONTO, this is FOXHOUND 2…

In an instant, something dark and red leaps through the forest, scattering the Atlesian soldiers as it skitters across the soft soil.

It was massive. A very large bipedal reptilian creature with jagged spines and a horrendous jaw sporting multiple teethes spreading outwards from its mouth. Its arms were tiny, but its legs screamed power which the Atlesian soldiers could attest to seeing how it soared through the air from seemingly out of nowhere. Its skin had a blood-red hue around its upper body that matches its glowing red eyes.

A Savage Deviljho.

They would have mocked it as a giant twig-armed pickle on legs were it not for the fact that it was rushing towards them at terrifying speed. Their training half kicked in and half discarded as they screamed and fired their rifles at the charging Brute Wyvern. Bullets uselessly pinging off its tough scales, helplessness, and fear quickly seeping into the Atlesian soldiers with each earth-shattering stomp the monster took.

But before the Brute Wyvern munch on Atlesians, the massive monster shifted its interest elsewhere, slowing its charge to a halt. Raising its head, the Savage Deviljho took a huge whiff and begins to drool even more having smelled the Stygian Zinogre's corpse from afar. It ignored the unfulfilling humans at its feet and begins following the delicious scent, straight towards the unfinished Atlesian makeshift outpost where the Atlas Military are conducting their tests and studies on the deceased Stygian Zinogre.

The Atlesian soldiers sat numbly on the ground, their rifles empty of their clips was still pointed at the spot where the Savage Deviljho. Finally, one of them came to his senses and frantically grab his radio to warn his brothers and sisters in arms about the giant monster heading their way.

Please point out any grammar mistakes (or any mistakes in general) and misspellings so I can fix them.