The Emerald Forest, Part 2
*So many complaints about name change! I'm sorry, but someone had reported the story for usage of real names, and I received a message from , and if I had not changed the name, my story would be deleted and my account suspended. I'd rather lose a couple of readers than lose my story.
P.S Jack has been changed to Jay.
Mike, chest held up high, walked in front of the audience.
"Ahem. Hello, Beacon. Prepare to get your little tiny fucking schnozzles blown. I will demonstrate my ability," He said, pulling out a diamond sword, "With my baby, Mogar the Sword."
The crowd received this well, and applauded for Mike. This would certainly be interesting. Mike gracefully turned on his heel, and walked towards the center of the clearing. For what felt like hours, all was silent. Then, out of the bushes, came two burly Ursa. Mike smiled, cracking his neck dramatically.
"Prepare, beasts… to meet my motherfucking blade!" He yelled, beginning to charge toward the first Ursa. It was surprised by Mike completely disregarding his own safety, and barely got ready for the first strike, which had sliced its arm. Mike laughed.
"Couldn't react, little bear?" He taunted in a mocking voice. The other Ursa, looking at his bleeding partner, began to run towards Mike. Mike, ready for an act of vengeance like this, flipped clean over the beast, leaving it disoriented.
"Tssk, tssk. Shouldn't have done that." He said, sinking his sword into the nape of the bear's neck. The Ursa collapsed to the ground. It had died immediately following the strike. Mike, now fueled by confidence, turned to face the remaining Ursa, whose arm had been damaged so much that it would not have been able to even move it.
"Hey, big guy," Mike taunted. "Why don't you come and try to charge at me?" He ordered, cleaning blood off of his precious diamond sword. He brandished it mockingly. The Ursa, exploding with fury, complied with Mike's order and began to charge. Mike smirked. As the Ursa neared him, he got into stance. As the huge bear came inches to him, Mike slid in between the Ursa's legs and behind it. He had a perfect shot, but decided to prolong the battle. Mike allowed the Ursa to turn around. Fury in its eyes, the Ursa swung widly at Mike.
Mike jumped and ducked, managing to dodge every single strike. Fire filling Mike's body, he struck the Ursa's already damaged arm. His blade swiped through the remaining flesh and bone. Where had once been an arm, now only a stump remained. The Ursa looked with a shocked expression at its wound. It turned around with enough time to see Mike's face one last time, before having its head swiped off. Mike smiled, and bowed. The crowd roared with applause, almost as much as Junior's feat. Even Weiss seemed impressed.
"Hmmph. Taking on two Ursas and remaining unscathed? That's actually quite impressive." She said.
Mike walked back into the crowd, taking his place next to Gavin. He wiped a bead of sweat on his forehead dramatically. Ruby nearly fainted.
"He was sooooo good! Holy crap!" She exclaimed, nearly pissing herself in excitement.
Gav was up next. Michael had pushed him into the clearing.
"Uhmm… 'ello, I suppose. Well, I have this," He said, holding out his bow. "From my great great ancestor, Mark Nutt. So, prepare to be-OWWWWW!"
Gavin had not noticed the beowolf sitting on the tree above him. It had jumped from the tree and clawed at Gav, doing minor damage.
Gav, recovering from the ambush, prepared his bow. He looked around, spotted the beowolf that had attacked him, and fired an arrow with unmatched speed. The beowolf took the arrow, and fell to the ground. Suddenly, out of the bush, came another beowolf. Gav, turning to face it, took one shot, which hit the beowolf square in the eye. The crowd roared in applause. His accuracy was quite astonishing. Gav, turned around to face the crowd, had not noticed the beowolf creeping up behind him until the crowd had pointed it out for him. Not even looking behind him, Gav backflipped over the beowolf,and mid-air, fired an arrow, striking the wolf in the back of the head. It fell to the floor with a thump. This routine of beowolf comes out, beowolf dies, proceeded for close to 20 minutes, before Gave nearly fell from exhaustion.
"I-I think I'm done, eh?" He puffed. Jeff went to pick him up.
"Yeah buddy, you're done," He said, throwing Gav back to the crowd. "Now, it's my turn." He said, pulling out a shotgun.
"Come on you wolf bastards!" He yelled into the sky. Within seconds of his cry, an Ursa crept from the trees. Jeff stood back.
"Wow, you're big as dicks." He said, taking one look at the magnificent beast. "Eh, too bad I'll have to KILL YOU!"
With that, he pointed his shotgun at the Ursa, and pulled the trigger. A small pop could be heard, and a cartoon-ish flag bearing the words 'bang' came from the barrel. Jeff pouted.
"Damn. Wrong shotgun." He muttered, before being struck to his knees. Jeff got up slowly, but was fine; the blow from the Ursa was bearable. He put the dummy shotgun back in place and pulled out a new one.
"Say hello to my little friend!" He yelled, pointing the shotgun at the Ursa once again. He fired. This time, a loud bang could be heard, followed by the explosion of the Ursa's head. Jeff bowed, but knew better than to walk back to the crowd just yet. More Grimm would surely appear. And what do you know, a troop of beowolves appeared from the bush. Jeff placed his shotgun back into its holster, and pulled out two pistols. Going for precision as well as speed, Jeff analyzed the beowolves. Four of them. All the generic, normal kind. This would be easy. He aimed his guns forward, took a breath, and fired four times. Four bullets, four new bodies on the ground. Jeff bowed, allowing the crowd to applause. But instead of applause, a deep rumbling noise filled everyone's ears. Everyone stood in silence, trying to decipher the sound. It came closer and closer, until finally a Deathstalker and a King Taijitu emerged from the trees. The crowd screamed, but were reassured.
"We can handle this." All six of the Achieve Men chanted together.