Fair warning, not only was Jounn came from faraway backwards land with a different norm and the like. He is also a person with a questionable morality, so... yeah.

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Sickening crunch fluttered in the wind with an inhumane screech accompanying it, filling his ears with wicked symphony made to appease the devil himself.

Yet, his grins couldn't get any wider than it already is.

Each time his fist collided with their body, bones would broke and fleshes would gave in. Sometimes, he punches them so hard he could pierce through them or rip off a good chunk of their body, causing gore to explode and splatter the forest ground with their tar-like blood.

His bubbling rage has long subsided, evident from the wide manic smile that adorn his face as he paved a trail of carnage with his two hands, bare.

Actually, why did he gone mad in the first place?

No, seriously why? He should have been proud with what Pyrrha trying to achive! A northerner's wife is not ideal enough until they tried to gut you alive! Hah! This is a call for a feast! He have found a wife to bring home!

With that bizarre track of thought, he continued to smash through his enemies with joy and pride fueling his fists.

One of the black hound foolishly pounced at him without its brethrens following behind. Jounn caught it by its open maw and held it in place with both of his hands.

The Beowulf squirmed in grips, trying to bite him off and claw his face with its claw. But suddenly, the hold on its snout became stronger and tighter. Unnatural fear soon crossed the Grimm's face as it understands what was this man trying to do.

It was afraid, for the first time in the little Beowulf's life, it was afraid. Afraid of death. Something that shouldn't be possible.

Seeing how frantic and scared the poor dog has become, the smile on Jounn's face only grows even more wider and joyous. Oh how he loves seeing such a raw emotion, especially from a creature that was believed to be heartless.

Not even the nasty red mark from the Grimm's razor-like claws could stop him from letting his savage side loose. Ahh, he would regret this later, but the blood of his mother that coursed through his body was yearning for carnage and the blood of his enemies.

Solid skull and jaws cracked loudly under the pressure of his strength as he wrenched it's mouth open much bigger than it should-

Jounn suddenly paused, head turned to a direction behind him while his hand casually backhanded a lone Beowulf away.

His partner? Where is she? Did she run away from him?

Well, Jounn suppose it was time to stop toying with these poor dogs. He always want to have a cat after all!

-oOo-

Finding her footing on the tallest branch she could find, Blake let the tension on her shoulders dissipate for a bit before allowing herself to take a breather. She closed her eyes, savoring the cool sensation of gentle breeze caressing her fair skin and long black hair.

With a moment of respite plenty for her, Blake thought wandered back to the moment before she quietly made her escape from the raging barbarian she had met beforehand. Blake would have never guessed that she could feels pity for Grimm, but the image of that man slaughtering those Beowulfs proved otherwise.

Though, that was not her main reason for leaving him behind.

Blake's shaking hands balled to a fists and she gave her quivering legs a rest they clearly needed after covering such a large distance.

Blake was a rather paranoid soul and cautious individual. Her sneaky and dirty fighting style was enough to tell anyone about it.

But she was by any means not a coward. She knows how to protect herself and stand on her ground if threatened.

Yet why did she feels so afraid when she watched that strange man ripped apart Grimm with both of his hands? Why did she felt some subconscious part deep in her mind screamed at her to run away? Why did the urge to bolt with her legs was so strong once he went berserk?

Blake took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Well, guess she could abandon this stupid plan now. Having to trust her life on someone whose sanity was questionable is something she would like to avoid at the moment.

While it was a shame that she would have a harder time to gain the reputation she needed for her other goal, it's not like she have no option left. Being a wandering Huntsman around frontier settlements doesn't sounds really bad.

With her thoughts coming to a conclusion, Blake opened her eyes.

"Congratulation! Only few has managed to sneak away from me."

Blake leapt a good meter away from her initial position. Shock and surprise had muted her mind, and it was her body that took the control and decision of her action, something that obviously had never happened before. As her pupils shrunken and sharpened, she poised herself low with limbs ready to lash. Like a cornered cat in the presence of dangerous dog.

There was a moment of pause, and it was all it took to set her mind back and running. As realization began to sink in, a part of her wondered why did she reacted like that. And what exactly is that feelings?

A sigh called her back to reality though, "Why are you people always afraid of me? I really thought we both are friends!"

The genuine frustation and hurt in his eyes caught Blake off guard. But it managed to set her head straighter and clearer. The tension on her shoulders as well as her irrational fear lessened to an extent.

"Well, I was trying to be nice before. Father was right when he said cat isn't the nicest animal."

Deafening silence soon followed after. Blake slowly blinks her eyes before she went frozen stiff. Her eyes slowly widened, with her shrunken ambers watches how the man knowingly smiled at her. Blake felt a slight hitch on her throat.

A light breeze smoothly passed by, filling their quietness with a rustling of leafs and whistling of the wind. Yet, Blake could not heard it. The noises from all around her slowly faded away as her mind began to revert back into the weightless state she found herself a moment before.

Only two things remained in her head. Flight and fight.

Her muscles tensed, her senses sharpened and her heart thumped loudly against her chest.

Pair of unblinking ambers caught-

"Boo."

Blake's all but flew.

She have become nothing but a dark blur zooming across the land.

She had never ran this fast before. She had never felt this powerful and unstoppable before. Everything has somehow become so clear, so vivid, so intense to her now.

Yet why? Why did she still can't get the tugging at the back of her mind gone? Why does she felt it was not enough?

Why does she could still felt the hunger from those blue eyes following after her?

Eyes wide with fright and face contorted ugly with fear, she continued to hop and swung from one tree to another with reckless abandon. Her looks now was a stark contrast to the image of elegance and grace that she possesses.

Wild and frantic. Afraid and confused. She escaped with tail between her legs, not daring to see past behind. Silently hoping that there's no one chasing after her.

Sadly for the little black cat, fortune was not in her side.

"You smells, little feline."

Blake spontaneously unsheathed Gambol Shroud and immediately lashed out at her chaser. Glint of laughter twinkled in a pair of blue, accompanied with the ever infuriating smile that she failed to wipe with her blade.

Her cat-like nature and flexibility soon come in handy. Turning her body mid-air, she planted both of her legs on him and used him as a platform. Dear gods, just how strong is he!? It feels like I'm trying to kick off a giant stone!

Knowing that speed and distance won't change a thing against him, Blake changed her approach. Instead of scrambling on her limbs like a mad-woman, she need to take a direct measure to get away from him.

Thankfully, his sudden appearance had returned some semblances of sense back into her mind. Plans began to brew in her little head as she frantically searched around her constantly changing surroundings.

Somehow, someway, that guy disappeared without a noise or anything, again. Her brows creased even more deeper. How could someone be so damn huge and stealthy at the same time!?

No, now is not the time. She need to think, and quick!

A frontal assault would be a death wish against someone who could rip Grimms in two with his bare hands. And since she absolutely had no idea where exactly he was, it's not like she could do so at meantime.

Sadly, Blake didn't have any chance to ponder any longer. As before she could even catch a glimpse of his shadow, she was rightly punished for her moment of distraction

"Boo again."

Massive weight crashed against her small figure and knocked the breath out of her lungs. Her vision spun and darkened, everything has becoming nothing more than a blur as she spun uncontrollably in the air.

She gritted her teeth and braced for the incoming collision, but instead of finding herself came crashing down unto the solid, hard surface, Blake idly felt her hand being tugged before a tight grips hold her close and smother her in some soft but firm pillows(?).

At least it was nicely warm. Somehow, she still have the ability to think of such thing.

The sudden but nice diverting sensation was broken short by an impact that shook her entire frame and brain awake. Weak croak escaped her parted lips as pain erupted from her side. The additional soft padding sure do help lessening the impact, but it still hurts like a bitch.

After rolling across the ground from the momentum of her fall, Blake ended up with her stomach against the ground. She spat out the grass that entered her mouth before breathlessly letting a series of pitiful groan out of her parched mouth.

Her body ached, every fiber of her muscles feels so sore while her head feels like it have been split into two. But she need to move. Despite feeling like she was wrecked beyond recognition, the itching urge to run was still there and she was rather in the same page with this weird impulse she have been having lately.

However, before she could even try to force herself to move, a weight suddenly rested on her back. Throaty gasp escaped her lips the moment her ribs creaked from the pressure, causing her breath to become shallower. Though fortunately, it seems like whatever thing's currently behind her back doesn't really have any intent to crush her.

"Now that's a better sight for sore eyes." A voice whispered into her ears, bringing a shiver down her spine. "And you smells even more better now!"

Blake could only grit her teeth as she felt his hot breath brushed against her skin. She tried to move her hands but to no avail. A far more larger and stronger hands had held both of her wrist down, and she couldn't even get them to budge in his grasp.

Blake was practically being pinned down unto the ground, overpowered by much, much larger man who was admittedly handsome if not too rogue. But she honestly didn't find it as thrilling as what she had imagined from her book before.

Maybe it has something to do with the time and individual? Who knows.

"Get off of me!"

"Apologies, friend, but I'm afraid that won't happen soon, lest you will run away again."

Mustering every bit of frustation and fury that's bubbling in her heart, Blake glared and snarled up at him, "What in the actual hell DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"

"Was my intention not clear enough to you?" He lifted a single eyebrow in question, before uttering the most outrageous thing she had ever heard in her life, "I have been thinking about adopting a cat before, and you happen to be in the way."

...

Silence reigned again.

Her already muddled mind halted with a screech again as she tried to process what he had said to her.

"What the fuck did you just say, YOU RACIST FUCK!?" She spat, "Say that again and I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

The man, however, only blinked incredulously at her, seemingly surprised and confused with the explosive reaction, "But you're an animal, no? You do act and look like one, after all."

Blake had never knew that she could harbor a hate so intense there was nothing else in her mind other than the desire to kill someone in the worst way possible.

Veins popped, knuckles turned white and teeth gritted so hard it made some sort of grinding noise. Amber eyes flashed dangerously sharp, madness clear in them while the drool dripping from her lips is the clear evident of her animal-like ferocity.

She trashed, squirmed, even bites, everything and have become more of a beast than a man.

"... Oh, I think I might have pushed her too hard." A faint sheepish chuckles entered her ears, but she could barely register any words he had said, "No use crying over spilled milk, I suppose. This will do."

"How about we play another bet, little kitten?"

A hand rested atop her head, caressing her disheveled hair smooth with the gentleness of a mother. Or maybe a pet owner, she wasn't sure, she doesn't really care, she can't feel it. But one thing her reduced mind was sure is that the gesture did give another burst of anger into her.

And the warmth coming from his touch and spreading across her whole body isn't something that could put her wrath out!

"The rules is simple. You only had to struck me, and you can go along on your way. In fact, I might even help your escape if you want it. But if you lose..." His voice suddenly lowered, sending a rumble across the surface of her skin, "You're mine."

That was the moment where his grips loosened, and Blake took her chance to skin him all too eagerly.

-oOo-

A single strand of hair and he might lose both of his eyes from her blade. The distance between the passing blade and his face would at least make someone froze in shock or even faint on their spot.

But his face showed absolutely nothing a human should have normally created when they're in the face of mortal danger.

Glee clears in his face, adorned by a wide grin and manic excitement that shone from his eyes.

Yes, this is what he have been waiting for! Finally he managed to bait the beast out of its cowardly shell!

The first time Jounn had seen her, he didn't really mind the feline that much. His head was still clouded by emotion at times. But once she disappeared, her intense, complicated smell suddenly reared its ugly head and took his interest from the poor dogs he had played with.

Fear. Indecision. Indifference. Anger. Loneliness. Melancholic.

He had to wonder, how could someone have such a smell while being so young and inexperienced. There's not much of a pain in her eyes, yet why is she so complicated.

In fact, the wind told him that the Snow and Rose girl might have suffered more than her.

If he had to make a comparison, Jounn would call Rose an excited but naive child while Snow was the clueless but eager child. This girl however, he would call her a petulant, antsy child. The fact that she smelled like a sopping wet cat doesn't really help with his impression of her.

But now, it's a different story. He might not know anything about her personal life, but there's nothing he can't do about feelings and emotions. With a little tweaking, he had turned her into this.

At least she should be grateful since his little teasing had awakened her dormant animal blood, which means she would become even stronger than before now.

With her initial strike failed to struck him, the black cat instantly hoppdd away and becoming nothing more than a blur, jumping around the surroundings.

Confusing and disorienting, someone else might have found themselves in problem if they were in his shoes right now. Her form blended perfectly well with the shade of shadows and the fact that there seems like a couple clones of her doesn't help the situation in the slightest.

Truly, a tricky opponent to face with.

But well, not really, at least for him.

One of the shadow suddenly zoomed towards him in a blinding speed, pair of glowing ambers zeroed in on the back of his head while dark steel glinted ominously, ready to slice through flesh and feast upon the blood of its victim.

Whistle of wind followed the trail of blade's arc, but Jounn simply crouched low, narrowly missing the sharp edge that could have chopped his head off.

The feline doesn't seems surprised, however, aware of the fact that the barbarian have an insane reflex and sense. Or maybe she doesn't really care anymore, thanks to her current state of mind. She simply used her momentum to carry herself away and disengage from him to prepare another lunge.

Or at leats that might be the plan until Jounn suddenly sprung from below with an upward punch to her abdomen, effectively catching her mid-flight

"Sorry, little feline. I can be too rough when I'm excited."

The only respond he got was the choked noise from the girl. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head from the pain. Even with aura protecting her, the punch was simply too devastating to ignore and shrug off.

But with adrenaline and animalistic drives coursing through her body, it was far too easy for her to numb the agony and push herself to retaliate.

In an instance, she spun herself and lashed out with her legs, trying to capture his head with scissors takedown. Jounn simply blinked and watch the strange technique with interest, using bodyweight to takedown an opponent, what a genius technique!

Unfortunately, the attempt failed unceremoniously simply because he was just far too strong and far too heavy for her to bring down. But she was not discouraged, and soon her blades descended down to skewer him in the hea-

The girl choked on her saliva once again while the ground beneath cracked from his slam. If the first punch haven't took almost all of her aura, this definitely did. Flash of aura shattered, leaving behind a weakened girl under him.

And with that, the fight, if you can call it that, ended.

The ferocity in her has dimmed and disappeared. Her body went completely limp as if soul have been snuffed out of her. The only sign of life from her was the loud ragged pants and the rapid movement of her chest.

Lush silky black hair and clothes disheveled, dazed eyes struggling to keep awake, enticing lips opened and alluring body sprawled haphazardly on the ground.

Jounn actually froze for a moment before rubbing his face and bears with a deep sigh. Bedding her wasn't one of his goal, but by gods aren't he tempted now. And what bothers him the most is that he can't do that now with that scamming wizard watching.

"w...w.. who a..re you...?"

A weak voice called for him and Jounn raised his eyebrows in surprise. She was less aggressive and far more docile that he expected now, which was another thing that causes his strain even further. But luckily, he was far more in control over himself than his cock.

And since he's about to make a contract with her, now might be a good time to let her know who he was.

"Ah, apologies for my rudeness, my feline." He paused, making extra sure that the old owl won't eavesdrop him as power hummed around his surroundings, "I'm Jounn Aerikson, son of Aeriks the Dyrskin and Astarte, the Goddess of beast, freedom, heart and desire." Light flashed in his eyes, and Jounn smiled in pleasant surprise, "Blake Belladonna, with this, I bound your name to me as my disciple in Her way of life. Be gracious and accept it,"

With the binding ended, Jounn gently closed her eyes, allowing her to sleep and rest. He carefully lifted her up and held her close, using his own magic to heal her for any damage that he may causes.

Jounn soon idly chuckled. He was just messing around, not searching for student or children to teach.

-oOo-

Apologies for the horrible quality. Don't expect much from power fantasy story anyway.

So, his mother is basically Slaanesh?

Also, I liked to imagine these characters fighting like those in JJK manga or other beautiful manga, and that's why the fight sounds lot more brutal, or at least that was what I believed to be.