Ch10: Fighty time, fighty time

(Tuesday, D+11)

Patch isn't a very large island. It's just off the coast of Vale, connected to the mainland via a ferry, the occasional airship, and a Dust-tram that uses an underground tunnel. It is home to the Signal combat training academy, and a disproportionately high concentration of retired and current hunters. But despite this Vale has not yet fully claimed and secured the island, which also happens to host a (small) population of (weak) Beowolves. It is this population that I am currently thinning.

I jump up and slash with Anne, decapitating a beowolf. The rest of its pack are quite upset at being left out of course, so I have decided to include them in the fun.

I bamf away, sheathing Anne and pulling Marxman from its holster. 'Pistol sniping time.'

I take aim on a member of the confused pack of Grimm. Boom. Headshot.

My favorite tactic involves a shock-and-awe style initial assault, followed up by a bamf to a nearby location to harass the enemy with ranged firepower.

In other words, I snipe at them with a pistol.

These Beowolves are young and have no armored plating as most Grimm do, making a headshot with a relatively low power cartridge a viable tactic.

*Scroll Ringing*

'Welp then. Time to go home. They're probably wondering where I've been.'

"ONWARDS!" I shout, striking a heroic pose, Pearl (in my right hand) pointing in the general direction of home.

*BAMF* *Yang screams* *THUD*

'Owwwww. Pain. Floor. Face. Pain. Yang. Ow.' I think, having bamf'd face-first into the hardwood floor of the family room. 'Ow.' Right in front of Yang, who had screamed her face off for a second before registering what happened and then laughing hysterically once she realized that I had face planted via teleportation.

"Yeah, keep laughing. What did you want anyway?" I say, picking myself up off of the floor and stowing my weapons.

"Just wanted to know where you went, you've been gone a while."

"Hunting."

"You went on a mission?"

"Sorta. I decided to go out and practice my techniques on a few small packs of Beowolves."

"How many packs?"

"Three. Four if you hadn't interrupted me."

"Cool, how big were the packs?"

"Five, four, six and eight, as I said, not very big packs, just big enough to test out my skills."

"Some days I wonder how sane you are. I'm actually surprised, you've only been training for what, three days?."

"Yep. But I did have some help from two good friends of mine: Shock," I said, holding up a finger, "and Awe." I lifted another finger.

"Huh?" Yang asked, confused.

"How do you not know what shock and awe is? It is THE basis of modern warfare. C'mon." I say, equally confused.

"Ummm. Earth thing?" she asks. 'Time to explain Earth.'

"RUBY! TAIYANG! FAMILY ROOM! STORYTIME!" I bellow, causing yang to flinch and jump back a bit.

A few seconds later, the group is all together, Ruby, Yang, and Taiyang are sitting on a couch, facing me.

"Alright, I think I should explain a few things to you about my home. About Earth." I say, my normally sarcastic/happy/generally amused expression now entirely serious.

(Author's note: I made a single change to Ch1... hint hint. On another note, i have introduced a system of telling time for the sake of both myself and you readers; I will state the day of the week, and the day after the beginning of Ch1 wherever applicable; in the form as follows: [day of week], D+##.)