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Grimoire's breath steamed before him as he ran through the snows around Mantle, he was determined if anything to escape the thing that followed him. He knew it was there, beaten bloody and wrathful beyond compare. He had left it with no limbs and a smaller amount of body remaining in the blood soaked snow. But that wouldn't stop a grimm as old as this one no, this grimm he knew, from the Rosewood from home it had followed them and now it stalked him like a prey.

Grimoire had come to Mantle to find something, he did not know what but he had left the other Vampyres in the Capitol so that he could do this himself. Now he was in pain, such horrifying pain and there was little he could do but stumble towards the town.

Eventually he collapsed, blood soaking the snow as his pitch cloak fluttered like a dusted banner in the biting winds, as he felt himself fading he saw a figure in a grey cloak approaching with a sword drawn. Though he lost consciousness before they reached him.

He awoke wrapped in his cloak and a thick worn blanket set before a roaring fireplace. His first reaction is to stay still, someone could have found him and be planning something. He reached for his weapons, his swords and found nothing. He cursed quietly and slowly stood from the cot he was in, revealing that his winter garb had indeed been taken as well as his blood soaked shirt leaving him cold to the elements.

His wounds had closed quickly though they did leave angry red marks curving along his body. He decided it would be best to find his things as he would rather not stay in one place for to long, especially in Mantle with his enemies possibly around every corner.

The room he was in was small, with a small fireplace and a run down cot being the only items in the stone room. 'Prison?' He thought to himself, though this prison would be rather interesting as it actually had a cot instead of some hay or even nothing and it had a fire instead of the open barred windows that let the wind whip at the inmates who were thrashed by the cold.

So he walked towards the one exit, a door made of wood that seemed to rot at its edges stood between him and whatever was on the other side so he decided to do the one thing that came to mind. He roared a wordless battle cry as he rushed through the door and ran down a hallway with only one other door and a doorway at the end of it so he rushed it seeing the light leaking through he ran and as he reached the doorway the door swung open and a black round shape swung out and he felt heat and pain as the hot iron pan was smashed against his face.

"Ow." Grimoire groaned from his place on the floor, his vision blurred from the frying pan to the face.

"Hey, you really should not go charging at people shirtless alright?" He opened his eyes and promptly regretted it as light nearly blinded him from above.

Then he saw her, she was tall, as tall as him but leaner, with a more angular posture than his own, she had eyes that stared through him that were of a most beautiful pair of Grey eyes that watched him with a wisdom that seemed older than the young woman standing over him. The room we were in appeared to be a kitchen/living room with a couch pushed against the opposite wall with a thick quilt draped over it while a stove sat merrily burning logs in the corner of the room funneling smoke up a chimney built into it as a pot of something cooked over the fire.

A crash interrupted my thoughts and with one exchange of looks we both nodded as the young woman retrieved a sword from the closet and threw Grimoire his own.

"Don't wreck my house alright?" Grimoire smiled back at her as he drew out the thinner blade of Ragnarok positioning the thicker blade against the wall. "I'll try."

The door rattled as the sound of growls and barking filled the air. It was the beast I had failed to kill. "Away from the door." She looked at him as though he were crazy before he launched forward and knocked her away from the door as it imploded inwards.

Standing there in the wreckage of the doorway was a massive beowulf, missing half of it's mask, otherwise, revealing a twisted mess of red and black it looked as though it had developed some rather over strengthened arms as they seemed to be massive in comparison to it's legs. "Grendel." The woman had said it which surprised me. "You're acquainted?" She nodded as she took up a fighting stance beside Grimoire.

"Let us destroy this beast." She shot forward and slashed, fire dust scorched the creature as it advanced only stopping as Grimoire struck from the woman's left covering her weak side. "Thank you." She stated as she launched a series of slashes before hacking downwards at the creature's arm, severing it entirely as Grimoire lashed forward with his sword and severed the beasts left leg.

The two warriors stared as the beast's limbs began to regrow before a large scythe flew into the room and speared the beast in twain before setting it alight. Grimoire and the woman stood there for a moment before Grimoire looked up at Thorn who stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Did I miss something?" Grimoire felt his cheeks turn red as he looked at the woman.

"Do you know where my clothes are?" The woman smirked as she went back to the closet and picked out the wool shirt and coat.

"You should wear something thicker. Or at least something warmer if you're hunting stuff like this up here." The woman stated with a smile as she watched him change into his clothes, gesturing to the now blackened floor where the Grimm had been burned to death.

"Are you worried bout lil old me? I'm touched! I'll try to wear something warm, granted your house doesn't look warm anymore." Grimoire smirked at her.

"I guess if you were that worried about me you could join us, this shack won't last the winter that's for sure. By the way, names Grimoire and this is my older brother Thorn." The woman smiled.

"I'd be glad to, my name is Althea, I'm happy to join you." The two smiled as they shook hands while Thorn watched with an amused smirk.

This is one of the four chapter Arc of Grimoire meeting his companions during the war. Also feel free to review and all that so have a good day folks!