Hey yeah, me again. I finally got a job, and as jobs do it cut down on my free time and motivation immensely. I've been working on this chapter for a bit so hopefully it isn't too disappointing. I know at least 8 of you are interested so hey, that counts for something. Anyways, here's the third chapter, enjoy :)

The scent of burning corpses was pervasive, its foul odor assaulting Elliot's senses. Everything was in chaos, houses burned, families lay dead on the ground, and Grimm ran through the surroundings like a tide. Elliot had barely any time to think before the horde descended upon him. At first, it was a singular Beowulf, easily dispatched with a monumental punch to the beast's snout. Then two more took its place, Elliot dispatched them as easily as he did the first sending a strike into the first replacements snout whilst he swept the legs of the other and sent a dust round through its head.

"Anisse!" He shot another Beowulf. "Stay behind me!"

"Already planning on it Ellie! We have to get to my house, I have some weapons you can use!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

Elliot became a sword cutting through the tide of inky black, crushing the Grimm as if they were nothing but ants. It was hard not to notice how increasingly little of an effort Elliot had to make as he made his way through the horde, orbs similar to the first he absorbed made their way to him as his march continued, supplementing his aura. After what felt like seconds, they finally made their way to Anisse's home.

He burst through the door "Help me out here!" he shouted as he frantically searched for weaponry.

"Take those axes over the fireplace! There's some more ammunition I can get for you in my garage, follow me!"

"Understood!"

The pair separated and went for their objectives. Elliot grabbed the aging pair of ornate axes and made his way to the garage. Ammunition came upon him in a veritable tidal wave as Anisse threw box after box of dust rounds at him.

"Alright! Alright! I have enough!"

One last box clocked him straight in the nose "There! That's all I have! Where to now!?"

"We'll look for Gramps! He has to have a plan!"

Anisse nodded in agreement as the pair made their way outside again. Grimm fell upon them as soon as they made their way outside but were swiftly cut down by Elliot as they made their way through the village to find Gramps. Grimm after Grimm threw themselves at Elliot to no avail. The moment one got close, they were bisected by the axes he carried or suffered a more painful fate of a direct blow. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as more powerful Grimm made their way towards Elliot, his rapidly growing aura supply attracting the abominations like moths to a flame. Yet they fell all the same to the rapidly increasing strength of Elliot's blows. The pair finally made it to Elliot's family home, only to find it collapsed, with Elliot's grandpa sitting on the front steps, on the verge of death. The old man gazed at Elliot and beckoned him over.

"Elliot…get over here."

Elliot desperately sprinted forward. "Grandpa!" He knelt down in front of him, inspecting his wounds. "Grandpa! Hang on! I can fix this, I'll patch you up and then we'll get out of here!"

"It's a bit too late for me Elliot… Grimm got me good… I'm a bit out of practice, unfortunately. So, here's what you're going to do… An old student of mine is on his way here, I got lucky enough they were on a mission in the area… You're going to hold out until they get here… If you positively overflowing with aura means anything, you'll be able to last till' they arrive." Gramps suddenly broke out into a coughing fit, blood staining the ground "You're on your own from here Ellie Boy, so take my weapons, take your woman, and give those Grimm hell for me why don'tcha."

Gramps collapsed into Elliot's arms as he gave his last words. An orb of aura reminiscent of Elliot's formed from him and made its way into Elliot. With this last orb, he had absorbed the entirety of his home, a legendary amount of Aura now resided within Elliot, and he fully intended to put it to use.

"Anisse, find somewhere safe. Only come out when I tell you to."

"Ellie–"

He turned to her, eyes full of primal rage. "Do it!"

She nodded again as she ran for a safe hiding space. Elliot rose from his position, murderous intent seeping from every pore in his body. A primal scream let itself loose from his mouth as he went to work, slaughtering the dark creatures that tore his home from him. A vast number of Grimm set themselves upon the walking war machine, falling in droves. A pack of beowolves was torn asunder with a single swipe of Elliot's axes, a beringel was practically obliterated from a single punch. some Grimm were lucky enough to get a good hit onto the boy, though their luck quickly changed as they received a powerful blow in exchange, blasting the hellspawn into nothingness. This cycle went on for hours, with more Grimm seeping into the ruins of the village, attracted to the rage and aura signature that Elliot gave off. In his rage, he failed to notice a thin black miasma that began to seep into him from the dissolving corpses, forming a small black amalgam next to the supernova that was his soul. For hours this process repeated, a Grimm would arrive, Elliot would destroy it, and more would replace it. The morning sun finally rose as Elliot cut a final beowulf in half. As he stood in the ruins of his home, a lone bullhead touched down around the outskirts of the now-destroyed village, and out came a dusty old crow.

"Jeez, Grimm really did a number on this place. Now where's the kid Professor S. was talking about."

Qrow lazily walked through the village, keeping a watchful eye in case any stray Grimm decided to get ballsy. Luckily, his inspection was uninterrupted as he made his way to the village square, coming upon Elliot, utterly exhausted and staring up into the sky.

'Must be him' Qrow thought. "Hey, Kid! You alright?"

Elliot turned over to Qrow, any conscious thought replaced with pure instinct, and charged at him. Qrow easily dodged and sent a chop into the back of Elliot's neck.

"Jeez kid, be a little nicer to your rescue."

"Please… find Anisse." Elliot muttered as he collapsed, finally able to let his guard down and rest.

"Sure kid, I'll find your Anisse."

Qrow's search began again, sifting through ruin after ruin, encountering nothing but rubble and corpses. As all hope seemed to be lost, he came across a building with a trapdoor on the floor. Opening it, he was able to find a sleeping Anisse, huddling in the corner. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as the morning light flooded into the basement.

"Who are you?"

"Name's Qrow, Elliot's gramps sent for me. I was supposed to rescue you kids, but it seems Elliot took care of that."

Anisse quickly stood up "Elliot! Is Elliot alright!?" She said to Qrow with a desperate look in her eyes.

"He's fine. Elliots a trooper, managed to hold out against the horde till I got here."

"Oh thank goodness, thank the brothers he's alright."

Anisse climbed out of the basement and followed behind Qrow as they returned to where he put Elliot. Anisse scrambled over and crouched next to him, examining his body for any wounds. Luckily for Anisse, was unharmed. She gently rested her hand against his face as a warm smile spread across hers. She whispered into his ear.

"My hero."

"Alright kid, that's enough pda for now, once we're somewhere safe you can do your couple schtick. I know someone who probably wouldn't be opposed to taking you two in for a bit."

"Oh- uhm, of course. Lead the way."

Anisse struggled to carry Elliot as the two made their way to the bullhead, finally safe from the nightmare that was the Grimm.