Team Gents

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1. Due to a massive amount of complaints through the PM system, I will be changing the names back. But, one thing must be clear: Do NOT report my story; else the story will be deleted.

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"Formation!" Geoff yelled, signaling Jack and Ryan to go at his side. The three men stood side-by-side, facing the magnificent beast. "Ryan, blind it."

Ryan nodded. "I can only blind it temporarily, but I'll do as you say." With that, he moved his hand up in the air. Ryan then quickly pulled his hand down, and the Deathstalker twitched uncomfortably. Suddenly, its eyes had been clouded with a white fog. It kept its cool, and remained still, using its ears in place of its eyes. Geoff nodded at Jack, trying to keep silent. Jack took it as a sign to attack, and with quite a lot of quickness for his size, dashed at the Deathstalker. He had mounted it, and now had a clear strike. He sunk his fist into its armor, attempting to get a grip on it as it buckled around, trying to get its enemy off its back. But Jack's grip proved tenacious, and he remained on the back of the beast. Now having a good hold, Jack began to pound at the armor of the beast incessantly. After a plethora of strikes, the part of the armor Jack had punched finally gave and was shattered to pieces. Jack jumped off of the Deathstalker, and rejoined with the others.

"I…I took out a part of its… its armor." He wheezed, trying to catch his breath. His hand, which had been bleeding from punching so hard, had healed from his aura. "Wooh. That thing sure knows what its doing!" Ryan nodded.

"Eh, I could do better." He said, walking towards the beast. "Oh, such a beautiful creature. Too bad I must destroy you."

Ryan clenched his hand into a fist, and the Deathstalker was lifted off its feet. Ryan's face was contorted in concentration, for it took a lot of energy to take on a beast of the Deathstalker's magnitude. He opened his fist, and the scorpion came crashing to the ground. It lay there for a moment, caught in its own dust. The Deathstalker then stood up, and looked around, having regained its sight. It caught eye of Ryan, and did a mad dash towards him. Ryan's eyes widened, and with barely a second left used his semblance to propel himself upward. Ryan had noticed something as he had a birds-eye view of the beast. Its back leg had suffered major damage from Ryan's attack, and the Deathstalker was now dragging it along. That would certainly slow it down. Ryan was proud to have done something to help. Snapping back to reality, he landed on the beast, but immediately jumped off. If he and Edgar were to live through this, he must be careful.

Suddenly, a small squeal came from Ryan's cage. Edgar had been shaken up by the fight. Ryan immediately tended to the Mini-moo, sweet-talking it and calming it down. Geoff shook his head.

"I suppose it's my turn, if you two are already done." He pulled out two pistols (with mini0bayonet attachments), and ran towards the Deathstalker. It got into stance, preparing for attack. Geoff, already having a plan beforehand, slid under the beast, now exposing its underbelly, the weak area of many creatures of Grimm. He stuck his blade into its soft stomach, And the scorpion cried out. Geoff then shot an entire mag into the beasts pierced stomach. Blood was splayed all over Geoff, as he pulled his bayonets out of the Deathstalker. Geoff began to crawl back out of the underbelly, but was foiled by the beast's stinger. It was guarding the exit, making sure Geoff would not leave. He groaned.

"Damn!" He muttered. The Scorpion would crush him as soon as he regained his strength, and not even his strong aura would be able to take that. The others must save him.

"I got you, Geoff!" Came Ryan's muffled voice. "Jack, distract it! It'll be more effective if it's not resisting."

Geoff cheered. "Haha!"

Suddenly, the Deathstalker raised up in the air, allowing Geoff to run from underneath it.

"Damn, Geoff, that's a lot of damage, huh." Jack shouted. Geoff nodded.

"Did my best. Thanks, guys." Geoff replied. Ryan nodded, and grunted incomprehensibly, for he was too focused on keeping the beast up. His eyes suddenly lighting, Ryan once again slammed the beast to the ground. The ground was painted with blood, and the beast lay still for a moment. It seemed they had won, but the beast got up once again, now bloodied and limping.

"It's persistent. Grimm are pretty stupid." Jack said. The others nodded, and Jack took point, leading the team in a charge towards the beast. The Deathstalker prepared its stinger. The three neared the beast, and Geoff and Jack had feinted out of the way, trying to get to an open spot. Ryan had made the mistake of trying to take the beast head-on. He was planning to blind it once again, but was foiled when its stinger slashed at his arm. He screamed in pain, and was forced to his knees. Jack quickly picked him up and moved him out of the way, sparing him from another hit.

"My aura's gone. That stuff is poison to one's soul." Ryan muttered. Jack nodded slowly and suspiciously. He was looking at Ryan nervously. "Huh…? What's…Why are you staring at me?"
Jack hung his head, and pointed towards Ryan's belt. Edgar's cage had been torn in half, and all that remained of the animal once inside was a pile of blood. Ryan's eyes widened, mad as ever. He bottom lip quivered. An expression of true fury painted his face. He got up slowly, and faced the beast.

"Geoff. Get away." Ryan shouted. Geoff turned around.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I fucking said so, Geoff." Ryan said, a menacing tone filling his voice. Geoff nodded, and slowly backed away from the creature. Ryan raised his hand, closed his eyes, and pulled away. The stinger of the Deathstalker flew off, now under control of Ryan. Ryan opened his eyes, now bloodshot, and Stuck the stinger into the beast. It had died immediately from that strike, but Ryan's pure wrath did not simply stop after that. Once again he raised his hand over his head, and the beast rose. He took his other hand, and slowly made a ripping gesture, like he was tearing paper. The beast's legs popped off, and soon after its body was torn into two pieces. Ryan flung his arms, and the now parted beast flew across the forest. The crowd gasped. Geoff laid a hand on Ryan's shoulder.

"Ryan, buddy, these are only kids. Don't be so brutal." He told Ryan. Ryan shook his head, and walked back into the crowd silently, taking his seat next to the already-done Team Lads.