I flew through the air, screaming like a bloody lunatic. What came to mind first was using my Blades, which I aptly named the "Twilight Harbinger". I grabbed them both, held them up like a pencil, and began to spin.
The impact on the canopy wasn't as bad, however the force on my wrists was. However, with each slice, I went a little slower, until was lodged within a particularly large branch. I let myself fall, and did a tuck and roll. After which I promptly threw up until nothing was left.
At that point, I just guessed which way was north, and started walking. It took only five minutes for me to start hearing sounds of battle. So, I did what any reasonable person would do, and started to run. Unfortunately, I ran into an open patch of land, teeming with grimm. I stood there, the Twighlight Harbinger unsheathed.
A Beowolf turned towards me, and howled. The rest of its pack turned, and I knew it would be a piece of cake. There was just four left, it should've been easy. However, I got to cocky. When the first charged, it moved much faster than I expected and slashed my chest. I used my aura, however, I did lose my balance.
When I got back up, I charged and stabbed the Grimm through it's stomach, the chainsaw spreading chunks of Grimm everywhere. The Beowolf fell off the blade, and I stared at the other time, this time, ready for battle.
The battle that ensued was intense. The duo lunged forward, claws ready to slice. I ran at them, and slid underneath their attacks, slashing their ribs.
I jumped up, and spun around, to face them for round two. The one on the right dashed for me, which I met with another dash. But this time, I spun in a circle, cutting him right in half.
At last, I turned to face my final foe. But when I advanced, it just, ran away! "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN!"
But like most victories, it was short lived. From where the beowolf left, an Ursa arose from the shrubbery. I swallowed as I stared down this large foe. Even though I was likely to die, I held my ground. But before our amazing showdown, a shrill tribal scream pierced the darkness. From the bushes to my right, a girl bust through.
She was wearing an INCREDIBLY old-fashioned cap, a form of brown leather jacket, cream-colored pants, and combat boots. Her skin was a light caramel brown, while her hair, which was curled at the end at her shoulders, was closer to the candy.
Her weapon was a HUGE bat, almost bigger than she was, but she swung it like a purse. She jumped at the Ursa, and swung the bat, knocking it's bloody head off! When she landed and turned to me.
"Hello! My name is Carmella Cukorka! And I think that we are partners, no?"