Authors Note:

Hey guys, sorry for the delay again. I've upgraded from constant petty family drama to a drama that broke apart my friend group of 10 years. Though I was the bystander, most of my best friends now hate each other, and have expected me to take sides. So yeah, safe to say I got distracted from this story.

And besides that, RWBY has finally returned, and…it's meh. There are somethings I like about the new season, but it's very jarring. Nine seasons in, and right after the fall of a nation, we're going to have a filler season? Ok.

Review:

RonaldM: Hmm, that's a hard question.

If we go back to good old days of V1-3, then the answer is a tie between all members of Team RWBY and JNPR. Least Favorite character was Neptune.

In V4-6, It was Weiss as my most favorite, and Cinder as my least favorite.

Now, in V7-9, Ironwood, Jaune and Oscar are my favorites. And Cinder still is meh to me.

TheBlackKnight:

Yeah…I didn't expect for this section of the story to be this long. We should've been ready to get to beacon by chapter fifteen, but I have some kind of habit that makes my writing too bloated.

And on the update plan, yeah, I know. The biggest reason I don't have weekly updates is because of how stupidly chaotic my life is because of my family and now my friends stupid spat. Also, we're not going to be at the Beacon arc right away after this arc finishes. We're on our way there though. I will say this, we will meet a canonical character in a few chapters.

On the positives though, thank you for the compliments on the battle. I'm glad to see I succeeded on making it chaotic.

If you don't want to be spoiled, don't translate the Grimm.

"I don't own any of the series I write FF of. I only own my OC's and my unique aspects added to the story. I don't own any music or songs possibly mentioned, they are just recommendations. All credit of Rwby goes to RoosterTeeth."

Chapter 10: Schlamm und Asche.

The rain poured like the sky was crying, shedding tears for the fallen, and for those seemingly doomed. Thunder echoed and lightning flashed, the storm raged with such violence that it shook the trees to their roots. The fires of Fridarheim still raged, the town a place of tragedy. Grimm swarmed the muddy streets, where the deceased lay slain and eaten. Survivors were few and far between, hiding in fear from creatures who could smell it, finding themselves on borrowed time.

In the center of the town, a siege had begun. The Longhouse tall upon a flat hill, it's walls standing tall around it, and what remained of any organized human force dwelled within. An army stood outside its front gate, clad in obsidian colored armor, and dehydrated with bloodlust. Their banners black, soaked with blood, displaying their demonic symbol.

All the while, he was smack-dab in the middle of it all. Siegfried sighed as he followed Duncan off the wall, down its stairs. His Mentor spoke, "I was afraid you were lost, I'm glad to see you persevered yet again." He chuckled, shaking his head at his young charge. "You have your father's blood in you after all."

"You should hope that I have my Great-Grandfather's as well," He said while rubbing his forehead, "Because I don't know what we're going to do."

"We will find a way to survive this ordeal, don't worry about that," Duncan reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Siegfried's shoulder, while he rested his warhammer on his own left one, "We've made it this far."

"If I remember correctly," The Young Knight smiled sadly, "You wanted to avoid even trying to help this town because of the odds. How do our odds look now?"

His mentor didn't reply immediately, looking away with deep thought etched across his face, before saying, "Well, we are outnumbered, and we are surrounded on all sides." Siegfried frowned at his words, "But if we can take out the Grimm leading this army…we might just have a chance."

"Which is most certainly a Eldritch Grimm…" The Mantlean pinched his nose, "I'm sorry…" He said lethargically, "I acted brash, and now we're both way in over our heads."

Duncan smiled at his pupil, "Huntsmen do not go far without taking some risks. And there's always risks involved in helping others. It takes a certain kind of recklessness, to risk life and limb for someone else's survival." His hand patted Siegfried's shoulder lightly. "That's why all the best huntsmen find themselves either old and gray, with dozens of scars. Or in the golden halls of Heaven, with the heroes of old." His hand left Siegfried's shoulder to point upwards, toward the clouds.

The Knight looked up and saw what his Mentor was pointing to. The heavens above them burned with lightning, and a thunderstorm raged, threatening their safety. Still, Siegfried couldn't help but smile and nod, "Taranis is with us."

"The Lord of the Storm bellows in rage at wicked deeds of Donn's spawn. His anger burns hotter than the flames consuming this town. He will not allow these vile monsters to triumph this day, he will guide us through this struggle. I'm sure of it."

They reached the end of the stairs, and stepped onto the mud. "What happened to the people we were escorting?" Siegfried asked, "I got carried off by some Daemons."

His Mentor sighed, "I tried my best to protect them, but at least half of those poor people were claimed by the Grimm."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he had failed more people. As he opened them, he resolved himself once again. For there still was plenty to save. Looking to Duncan, he asked "Did you properly meet those barbarians with auras?"

"No," His Mentor answered him, "I made sure everyone that was left got inside the gates before I went and joined them. Those three were already fighting before I arrived."

"We need to talk to them," Siegfried said instantly, "The only way we have a chance to make it through this is if we all work together."

"Then we should head in." Duncan gestured to the Longhouse up some steps.

"Agreed."

"Neigh!" They both looked over to see the white Stallion approaching them, drenched in rain, but healthy as a summer day.

"You made it boy!" Siegfried said jubilantly as he jogged over and took Grane's head into his gauntleted hands, "Thank the Lord!" Grane nuzzled his friend's cheek happily and licked him.

Duncan walked up to the pair of them and smiled, "On the battlefield, you were a sight to behold. You moved like a steed from legend." He complimented the Stallion, earning a snort in return. The Old Huntsman chuckled at the noise, "It's good to see you again too, Grane." The beast chuffed, lowering his head so Duncan could pet his neck. Siegfried moved out of the way, and grabbed his reigns as Duncan stride forward and patted the horse.

He looked up to the longhouse, and his smile turned into a determined frown.

Inside the Longhouse...

They heard shouting as they entered. At one end of the large room, there was an open door. He could barely see over or through the mass of people in the building. Siegfried and Duncan made their way through the crowd, it was relatively easy. Most of the people moved out of the way, fearful of the Kingdomers in their mist. While the soldiers watched them with unease. When they almost were there, he heard the shouting man.

"You want me to run away from my chance for glory?!" His voice was wild and crazed, filled with rage.

"The Grimm outnumber us ten-to-one." Another, more calm man spoke, "Our only option is to use the tunnels." He sounded frustrated. "We'll be slaughtered out there."

"Then let me die here with dignity!" The wild Man shouted, "I will rather go now to Valhalla than cower with you!"

"Rorik, we don't have the time to argue-" The calm man stopped when he saw them stand in the doorway, "Who are you two?" He questioned, his hand immediately clutching the handle of his sword.

"Your saviors," Duncan greeted as he stepped forward, "I'm Duncan Blackburn, a Huntsman." He then gesture to the Young Knight, "And this is my Apprentice, Siegfried Walsung."

"Great…" The Blonde haired man rubbed his temple, "Another pair of strangers." His hair was fashioned into a ponytail, and his beard was cut to a simple goatee. He wore leather armor, and bore a longsword at his hip. "I'm Captain Rurik, I'm the man in charge of the defenses of this town, along with him." He gestured toward the man who was opposite of him, across the table.

Siegfried recognized him from the battle, his tattooed and bared body and the two axes on his belt gave him away. His hair was long and blonde, wild and unkempt. His beard was the same. One thing he noticed that caught him off guard was his similarity to Rurik. "Why are you Kingdomer trash here?" He asked, his voice full of hostility and hatred.

"You speak like we are Grimm," Duncan said calmly, "We came because we saw people in need of help, and Grimm to slay." He slammed his fist against his black chest plate, "It's our duty, we are honorbound." Siegfried couldn't help but smile slightly as he listened to his mentor.

"Honor?" The Blonde Man spat, "What Honor? You Kingdomers don't have an ounce of it in your souls!"

"Rorik!" Rurik shouted at him, "By Thor's hammer, calm down!"

"Why should I brother?" The Man looked across the table, before slamming his fist down hard upon it, "These Kingdomers dare to show their faces here, claiming to have come in the name of help and not deceit. Two Huntsman Dogs just so happen to show up when we are outnumbered by Grimm. How convenient, almost like some foul scheme has led to this..."

"Rorik…" His twin rubbed his own eyes, "How would these two Kingdomers get Grimm to attack in the way that they have?"

"With their damned technology!" Rurik answered angrily, "Their black-hearted scientists must've been using their magic to lure the Grimm in! That has to be the only explanation!"

"Did you not pay any attention to the battle?" A female voice with a thick accent spoke up (AN: Basically a cross between an Irish and Scottish accent), the four of them turned their heads towards the two silent warriors in the room, there was the woman who fought sitting in a chair, her silver spear in one hand, a rag in another wiping it clean of black blood. Beside her stoood the kilted man with the claymore, who was quiet and reserved as she spoke. "They both fought the Grimm with all their strength," She argued as she cleaned, "If they led these Grimm, they wouldn't have bothered. Not to mention it's absurd." She looked up at them with her icy blue eyes, her voice stoic as she said, "If the Kingdoms could control Grimm, they wouldn't send them here, they'd focus on more pressing threats, like those other sons of Avalon far to the east."

"But how can you be sure that this isn't some trick of these devils?" Rorik asked with a snarl, still in denial. He clenched his fists until his knuckles went red.

"Because it'a common sense," She said as she stood up, "I know it's rare among you Goths, but at least try to use your brain."

At that, Rorik's temper flared up. "You dare lecture me, you Tuathan whore!" It clicked in Siegfried's mind then, these two weren't Hill Clansmen, they were Highlanders, also known as Mountain Clansmen.

The woman held an aura of royalty as well, something he didn't see often. He had only seen such aura from nobles from historical shows, and the way Atlesian elites presented themselves in public, though the latter was always haughty. He noticed as she took a few steps forward that she wore a leather circlet. She was tall, with her orange hair long and braided into a ponytail draped over her shoulder, her skin fair, and she had the same cold, stoic face, which reminded him of a classical Hellenic statue. "I am the daughter of High Queen Maeve, you will show me respect Son of Drekaland."

"Or what?! What makes you think you have the authority!?" Rorik snarled back at her, his anger finally boiling over, "I don't have to show any Tuathan bitch any respect!"

"Watch your mouth Goth!" The Man with the claymore stepped forward, it reared up and ready to swing. In a instant, both sets of clansmen had their weapons ready to fight, the two twins drew their weapons, Rorik his axes and Rurik his sword.

Siegfried stepped between the two pairs and raised his arms, "Stop this foolishness!" He demanded, his tone commanding. "This is neither the time nor place! We are surrounded by a untold amount of Grimm outside" He pointed out, "We cannot afford to fight each other!"

There was silence in the room for a couple of seconds, the three parties glaring at each other. The wild Twin gave his brother a glance, Rurik shook his head as Rorik growled. On the other side, the two highlanders did the same, the Man looked to the apparent Princess, and she nodded. As if by magic, everyone seemed to calm down and step back. They lowered their weapons and Siegfried relaxed himself.

"We need a plan," He stated, "If we don't do something soon, this town and all the people in it are done for."

Rorik scoffed, "Aye you might not agree with the idea of fighting, but we have no choice." He stared at his brother, his face grim, his eyes hardened, "We're trapped, there's no escape, we can't hide forever."

"You're wrong," Rurik disagreed, "The escape tunnels underneath the longhouse are our best bet."

"The men you've sent down them haven't returned Brother," Rorik said with a smug grin, "They're either cowards and decided to not return, or Grimm got them."

"Those tunnels are a half a mile long, it's possible that they've gotten lost." The Captain explained, "But if we want people to survive, our best bet is to try them anyway. Along with the two cannons we've got ready, it'll be the perfect distraction as our people evacuate."

"You've even got cannons as well?" Siegfried asked, surprised even more about how outdated these people were.

"Yes, along with the muskets we've stored for this scenario, we've had cannons in storage as well." He placed his hands down upon the table, "It was four, but two of them were badly maintained. The point is, if we use them on the flying ones, and hold with our men outside while our people go through the tunnel, we'll buy time before me and my men retreat too." But with a sigh, he added, "The problem is that, ideally, we need some warriors with their Vördir activated to lead the non-combatants and protect them, while the others need to hold against these Grimm when they make their move."

"There is a third option," Duncan spoke, taking a few steps towards the table, "The Grimm leading this has to be a Eldritch Grimm, most likely either a Attergangar or Wiedergänger." He explained, "If we were to kill it, it would disperse the horde."

"And if any of us die fighting that, the rest of us will die as well, including the people here." The Highlander spoke up from beside the Princess, "That means that unless the Gods favor us, we're doomed fighting such a creature..."

"Gods?" Rurik looked around, "I'd think if they favored us at all, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Do not let doubt clog your heart," Siegfried said shaking his head, "Donn will often subvert the light of Dagda whenever he can taint the hearts of men, to sow doubt and fear as much as he does evil. We cannot let ourselves lose our hope and faith."

"Typical Kingdomer," Rorik sneered, "You chastise my brother for his lack of faith to our gods, and you immediately bring up yours."

Siegfried looked at the barbarian with narrowed eyebrows, he said, "Right now, what matters is protecting these people, and stopping these Grimm." Giving everyone there a glance, he continued, "We need to work together, and make a decision on what to do." Taking a step back, he put his hand on his chest, "I say we take out the Eldritch Grimm. If we do, then the horde will disperse and your people will be able to organize their exodus from this fallen town much better."

"The tunnels are our only chance of surviving." The Princess spoke, looking to all of them, her tone stern, "Attempting to fight an Elder Grimm is paramount to suicide for most except the greatest of warriors." She gestured to herself with her free left hand, "I may be a warrior of some renown, but I'm on too great of a quest to threaten it's failure with a suicide mission."

"If I may ask," Siegfried turned to her, "Who are you two? Why is some Highlander Princess and Warrior in some Hill Clan town?"

The Woman turned and looked him, a chill ran down his spine as he stared into her piercing blue eyes. "I am Boudicca of the Findabair Clan," She began, "A Princess of the Tuathan Confederacy, the only daughter of High Queen Maeve." She gestured to her companion.

With a smile, he raised his fist, "Fergus, of the Lethderg Clan," He began, "Sworn sword of Queen Maeve, the rightful High Queen of the Tuathan Confederacy. Sworn enemy of Conchobar, the Ursurper of my Throne and the thief of my Crown." His expression grew grim, and his voice was filled with anger.

"Why is Highlander Nobility here?" Duncan asked perplexed at the Princess and Ex-King.

She flicked her gaze upon Duncan, before answering him, "Me and my bodyguard were in a group of fifty warriors, all were escorting me to the court of High King Hunding that was said to be currently held at Thórsteinn." She explained, "Not too far from this town, we were ambushed by the foul Grimm." She closed her eyes, and scrunched up her lips in subtle anger, "My men gave up their lives creating an opening so that we could flee, though it wasn't even thirty minutes in this town before the horde befell it as well."

Siegfried was impressed; she and Fergus had survived the onslaught of this many Grimm in the wild where they held the advantage. Even the greatest of Huntsmen were vulnerable to an organized ambush, by both Grimm and men.

"Now, if the questions are over, let's get back to the topic at hand-" Boudicca was interrupted by the sound of a great, and dreadful horn.

"Captain Rurik!" A clansman Guard ran into the room shouting.

"What is it?!" Rurik demanded, his eyes wide.

The Guard stopped in front of the table, breathing heavily, "Sir, th-the Grimm, th-they've, there's, I don't know how to say it! We need you at the walls!" His eyes wide, his body shaking in fear.

"What is going on?!" He said, striding over to the man and grabbing his shoulders, "Answer me!"

"I-It's a Gr-Grimm, Sir," He said with tears streaking down his face, "It demands your presence…" Everyone went silent, Siegfried's mouth was agape, and Duncan's eyes narrowed, even the two Highlanders were shocked with uneasy expressions. Rorik snarled, and Rurik's face was one of horror.

"You mean a Grimm spoke?" Siegfried asked, "As in Valean?"

"What else could it be?!" The man shouted, stumbling back against the wall, and sliding down it. He cupped his hands over his face, and began to cry.

Rurik composed himself, and then ran out the room, everyone else except the crying man naturally followed him.

Outside…

They ran out of the building as people in it watched them concerned, and down towards the walls. Even outside there was a air of tension, the Men standing around with their weapons all bored some sort of fearful expression or stoic acceptance. As they moved with haste, chanting echoed throughput the town with the loud sound of thumping, like a loud drum. Siegfried recognized it as the spears being slammed onto the ground.

"Skoth! Skoth! Skoth!" The Grimm echoed while they ran up the stairs of the walls. Siegfried could see the fear in the faces of the men standing on it, their muskets shaking in their hands. "Skoth! Skoth! Skoth!" The chanting continued, all the way until they reached the top of the battlements.

The first thing Siegfried noticed was the columns of Draugar in black plate armor that filled the entire street, their banners blowing in the wind as they chanted and slammed their spears into the ground. The second was all the Daemons perched on the roofs of all the buildings in the town, watching them with hungry eyes. The guards with muskets moved out of their way as the six of them reached the railing. The third thing that the young Knight noticed, was the three Draugar mounted on three horse Grimm called Equus.

The ones on the right and left were clad in the same black armor as the rest of these Draugar. The one on the right carried a heraldic standard depicting some kind of snake Grimm slithering forward, with red runes spelling out words he couldn't read on the top and bottom of the flag. The other on the left carried a white banner, poorly made from some sheet they must've plundered somewhere.

The Equus they rode looked like undead warhorses, their bone plated heads like horse skulls with white manes along the back of their necks, their front shoulders covered in spiky plates that jutted out like broken shoulder blades, their torsos covered in white rib cage like armor that protected the midnight dark flesh underneath, their legs almost indistinguishable from a normal black stallion's legs.

But they were forgettable in comparison to the rider in the middle. It had the face and body of a Draugar, but around the top of its head was a crown of bone spikes, and it's shoulders were covered by pauldrons of bone plate with sharp spikes growing out of them, and a long flowing cape of black fur grew out its back. It's skeletal face bore an ancient scar in the form of a old crack across its cheekbones. It was like a King of Midnight. (AN:Basically, looks a lot alike to Eredin from the Witcher 3.)

"An Attergangar…" Duncan said quietly beside him, Siegfried moved his left hand to the handle of his sword.

The Grimm looked up at them from atop their steeds, the Atterganger raised its left hand up, and the horde behind it went silent. The only sound was the light patter of rain.

The Attergangar breathed in deeply through its skeletal nostrils before exhaling with a demonic smile, "How…delightful…" It spoke in the Valean tongue, it's voice raspy and sharp. Siegfried's eyes went wide, and he took a step back. He wasn't alone in his apprehension, even Duncan looked disturbed at this creature, who he believed had to be the leader of the Grimm horde. The Grimm chuckled, before saying, "Surprised, are you? That one of my kind can speak your bastardized tongue?" It asked rhetorically, it's tone teasing, "I can sense your fear Mannfólk, it is sweet, and euphoric to me."

A guard with a musket squealed in fear, causing the mass of Draugar to laugh, like they were watching some comedy. Siegfried bit through his fear, and leaned over the railing and shouted, "What do you want you vile spawn of Donn?!" The young Knight growled through gritted teeth, his grip tightened on his sword hilt.

The Attergangar laughed and said, "Do not be afraid Mannfólk, we are merely offering our kinship. We will take care of your troubled and miserable lives." Then it lifted both it's arms outstretched, "Let us negotiate the terms of your survival," Then, it pointed at Rurik, "You there, are you the Captain of this pitiful town's warriors?"

The blonde man took a deep breath, before answering, "Y-Yes I am." Then he asked, "Wh-What is it that you desire to negotiate?"

The Attergangar put its hand it's chest, and said, "I am Skoth," It's hand turned into a fist as it spoke with pride, "Servant and Commander under Lord Mantus, and Lord Laran." It finished with a tone of reverence.

Siegfried's head went light as the names rang through his mind, faint images he couldn't decipher flashed from blank memories he didn't know he had. 'Focus.' He commanded his mind with a grunt.

The Eldritch Grimm then raised a finger, "I have but one offer to give. You Mannfólk have but only one option to avoid a painful and excruciating death." It declared, to the anticipation of everyone, "Offer up your old and young, your defenseless men, women and children. Offer them up to us and our Grimfather in sacrifice, and you all shall receive mercy as our Thralls." All six of them, and all the guards on the walls and everyone in the courtyard who heard this were struck with terror and horror.

The Grimm grinned, and said with a mocking tone, "Or, if you brave warriors are feeling heroic, offer yourselves up. Then your kinsmen shall be enthralled instead." Throwing it's right arm to the side, it stated it's ultimatum, "Refuse this most generous of offers, and you all shall suffer greatly." The horde behind it slammed their spears on the ground all at once, "We shall endeavor to make your exits from this realm be as grim as imaginable. This town shall then be a feast only, and no thrall shall be taken. You will all be our meat and your blood our drinks, we will butcher everyone of you and offer up your heads and hearts to our Lords and great Grimfather!" The Grimm horde behind it went wild with roars and cheers, screeches of pure pleasure.

Siegfried stood still with a hard glare, he felt anger boil inside of him, he wanted to lash out at that monster and kill it a thousand times for what it was doing to this town. "I would advise against making any more threats toward us, Grimm!" He hissed, taking a deep breath, trying to keep his anger down, as his blood boiled with rage, "For your own wretched sake, before we send you back to the pits of hell!"

The Attergangar looked at Siegfried, baring its pointed teeth. It smirked, "Ah, you have spirit, I admire you Mannleg." It nodded, "How brave." It lowered its head in mock humility. "My offer remains unchanged." The Grimm announced as it looked back up, "What will it be Mannfólk?"

Rorik stepped forward, and shouted, "What makes you think we'll agree to your terms?!"

The Attergangar sighed, as it leaned back on its steed. "Well it's simple really." Its face fell slightly into a smirk as it looked directly at Rorik, "It's the only way any of you live." It replied with a chuckle, "And if any of you choose to refuse it, you'll die horribly and painfully." It shrugged as it raised its hand, "I already explained it to you, but I should've expected you Mannfólk to not be able to comprehend anything complex beyond a simple sentence, even in your own foul tongue." It gestured to the horde of Grimm behind it, "You know very well that we have superior numbers here compared to you, we outnumber you ten to one." Clenching it's fist tight, it declared, "There is no way you can win in any sort of battle against us. Give up."

"No…we have a chance at victory," Rorik insisted, "BY MY AXE!" He shouted as he threw one of his axes at the Attergangar, surprising everyone on the wall. It spun end over end through the air, until it reached the Eldritch Grimm, and it just caught it in midair.

The Attergangar just looked at it in its hand, "Really?" Tossing it aside, "I am not impressed."

"I'm going to kill you with my bare hands!!!" Rorik exclaimed with conviction.

He dashed forward, jumping off the wall as his brother shouted for him, "Rorik, stop!" As he leapt at the Grimm, all it did was raise its left hand, and he found that he was then floating still in the air.

Siegfried's eyes widened, as his mentor simply stated, "Chaos Magic…"

In the space between a blink of an eye, Rorik went from leaping at the Attergangar, to being held in the air by some sort of telekinesis. Confusion overtook the man as he flailed in the air, and everyone on the wall looked down in horror. The Grimm laughed, "Foolish Mannleg," As the man started spinning around, the Attergangar continued speaking in a condescending tone as it said, "This is called Chaos Manipulation, my will is defying the bright one's laws, and you are nothing but a puppet on my string." It cackled maliciously, "And I'm tired of seeing you dance and sing." Raising its other hand, "Ag Lot!" It shouted, a torrent of fire sparked forth from its palm, which shot straight towards Rorik.

Everyone on the wall screamed as they ducked for cover. Duncan grabbed Siegfried and pushed him down with him. A blast of intense heat and smoke exploded above them, washing over the railing on the wall, incinerating any man that didn't duck. There was a momentary silence from where the blast originated. When it died away, the air was filled with a scream of agony. They both peered over the railing to see Rorik struggling violently, his body convulsing in pain. The Grimm calmly looking down on its victim with smug satisfaction. His skin was burning, blistering and bubbling; his face was burned and contorted in pain, while his chest and limbs were charred black. The blast of fire had eaten through his aura in a instant.

Everyone was frozen in fear, until Rorik finally fell silent. The air was tense, as people looked down in shock at his corpse suspended in the air, while the Attergangar stared back at them. Closing its hand, the body flew over to the Grimm. It sniffed the the air with a grin, and with its free hand, reached up and tore a strip of burnt flesh off the man's body to the horror of everyone left on the wall. It took a bite out of it like someone would bacon. The grin turned into a frown, "Too burnt for my taste." Tossing him aside as Rurik looked down, his mouth agape, his eyes wide. Tears began to form in his eyes, the fate that befell his twin brother tore him apart inside. It broke his heart and mind.

The Eldritch Grimm looked around up at the wall, "Is anyone else willing to try something foolish like him?!" Its voice rang out loudly, as every word that came out from its mouth caused them to tremble in fear, "If so, let your bravery be known!"

Siegfried went to draw his sword in rage, but Duncan's hand grabbed his. "Don't." His mentor whispered. Siegfried stopped and clenched his jaw in frustration.

As a result, there was a sudden silence. Every person was holding their breath with fear, waiting for someone to move next. Slowly the Grimm opened it's hand again as it gazed up at the defenders, smiling maliciously. "Very good." It mused, "You have thirty minutes to make a decision between your three options, I hope you choose the fun one." It paused for a moment, before it spoke again, "But first, let me remind you…" It's voice took on a dangerous edge, and they knew it was hateful, "Do not expect mercy when you fail if you choose to fight. We shall destroy everything you hold dear in a fit of despair. Yours is a disgusting race that deserves to be culled, as is our right as the Sons of Hel!"

"Skoth! Skoth! Skoth!" The Grimm behind him cheered his name. The two Huntsmen and the two Highlanders grabbed the crying Captain, and moved to leave the wall in haste.

The Attergangar turned towards the army behind it, "Bræður!" It shouted in its the ancient tongue, "Mennirnir eru huglausir! Þeir fela sig bak við tréveggi, hræddir eins og meindýr! Í kvöld þekkir þessi bær vilja myrkraherranna, þekkir heift frændfólks okkar!" It drew a curved and jagged sword, black metal like midnight, "Við erum kynþáttur Myrkursins, við erum Grimm!"

"Sigur til Helvítis!"

Authors Note:

I could've probably done that reveal better, but yeah, a Grimm that speaks English and has magical powers…I really don't know what to say. I hope Skoth is an intimidating villain in your all's opinion. Also, Ag Lot, was a spell. Just to clarify that it wasn't a spelling mistake.

Anyone have any advice on how to condense writing? So I can hurry up and get to beacon. I don't know how others can have shorter chapters, it's hard for me.

Next Update: Hopefully, next Friday, or the one after that.

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