Beo was glad to finally be gaining ground on the pack that was following them. After Yang and Blake finally realized what he had known since they left his territory, the two girls had been much more aware of the forest around them. Keeping watch as he led them further eastward.
If he was being honest with himself, he would rather have to deal with the wolf packs than with that monstrous scorpion. It was part of the reason why he didn't venture this far out of his own territory. Although, where they were headed wasn't much better. Instead of dealing with another arachnid of death there was the possibility of dealing with that damned raven.
While many of the creatures of the forest seemed to have this strange mutual respect or at least an understanding of the territorial boundaries that they all seemed to have carved out for themselves over the past 10 summers. But the raven. The raven ignored all of it. Soaring through the skies and taking whatever, it wanted, whenever it wanted.
He would need at least four sets of hands to count how many times that thing had ruined one of his snare traps by flying off with whatever was caught in it. And no matter where or when he saw it, no matter what time of year it was it would always, always make its way back to the eastern cliff. And so, it was the one place that he personally promised himself he would never go.
That was however until approximately ten minutes ago when he and the girls crossed a small stream that acted as the unofficial barrier that separated the raven's territory from the rest of the forest. Not that that would stop the packs however. It's how they operated. First, they would send one to get a sort of idea of the prey, then they came in two, and if they could they would wound their quarry. Then four, then eight and soon enough the entire pack would be raining down upon you like a never-ending swarm of fur, teeth and claws. Once they reached that point the pack cared not for what territory they were in, because by then, they were fearless.
Which is why he was doing his best to try and set a pace that would put enough distance between the pack and them while at the same time not pushing them to the point of exhaustion. They would need as much energy as possible if they were going to make it out of this alive.
Beo doubted that Yang and Blake noticed the change in territory, then again it wasn't as if it was visibly noticeable, at least to someone who didn't spend much time in the forest. But in the end, he supposed it didn't matter right now. What did matter however was getting far enough into the raven's territory. Hopefully whatever it was Blake and Yang were looking for was close by.
A sudden howling in the distance broke the silence that had been settling between the three of them as they trekked eastward. Echoing and reverberating through the trees and hollowed out trunks of the older trees, they were closing in...and Beo knew it. They couldn't be that far away, twenty minutes at the most if they were lucky.
He rapidly began thinking of all the ways he could try to mask their trail in such a short amount of time. He did his best to lead them down a path that would make it harder for the packs to follow without causing too many problems for his two tag alongs. Normally he would simply take to the trees and set as many traps as he could to thin their numbers until they realized that he wasn't worth the hunt. But this time he wasn't alone. The bigger the quarry, the greater the hunt, and the more determined and frenzied the pack became.
Which meant if they couldn't outrun or hide from the pact then maybe he could at least divert them or at the very least slow down the ravenous beasts even if it was only for a few brief moments. In a matter of seconds Beo without breaking his stride scooped up two handfuls of dirt and immediately began rubbing the soil across his arms and face. He turned to Yang and Blake, still not slowing down any, somehow keeping his pace while walking backwards. Gesturing that they do the same.
Thankfully they seemed to understand what he was getting at and both began to follow suit. Albeit with slight resistance from Yang as the blonde grumbled under her breath.
"First, he gives me water to wash OFF this crap, now he tells me to put more on." She said, hints of amusement mixed in her tone. But never the less she and Blake after about three or four minutes of walking and coating themselves with dirt Beo turned and gave them a once over.
The two of them had done a decent job at covering themselves, small smudges and spots of dirt were visible in seemingly random places on their arms and faces except for Yang who had said outright that she refused to put any on her face. Thankfully she had enough to at least mask her scent at least by a small amount.
Which brought him to phase two of his already thin plan. He just hoped it was still early enough to be effective.
The more time she spent around Yang and her partner, Blake couldn't help but notice just how odd a pair the two of them made. From what she could tell of the two Yang seemed to be more impulsive of the two with Beo being a more stabilizing force despite not having said a word since she had met him. And if what she gathered from just idly talking with the Blonde before the run in with the two Beowolves, Beo hadn't said a word to her either.
But somehow the blue haired boy still gave of this aura of what she could only interpret as unnaturally focused when it came to his surroundings and the forest but still somehow oblivious when it came to interacting with others. If his lack of speaking and overuse of body language and dirt drawings whenever a question was directed toward him.
Which led her to even more questions that just seemed to pile onto what was appearing to be an ever-growing pile of questions and as much as she would hate to admit it, suspicions about the dagger wielding huntsman. She felt bad about it, truly she did but she couldn't help the warning bells and alarms that were set off when he displayed how well he knew the layout of the Emerald Forest. But that's beside the point really. There were several possible reasons how he might be so familiar with the forests layout. Studying the possible regions that a huntsman could be deployed in with a passion that rivaled her own for fish. Or maybe Beo just has a good sense of direction or was trained by his parents to be prepared for whatever Beacon threw at him.
She knew one thing though. He knew how to survive. Not just the thing with the dirt and mud to mask their scent. That much was basic for any aspiring huntsmen. Hell, she had learned that years ago. But it was what he did after that, that managed to surprise her.
Almost immediately after the three of them had finished their dirt coat. Yang somehow managing to not get a single spec in her hair, for whatever reason Beo looked relieved that she didn't. He began picking up small stones from the ground in front of them still not breaking his rather brisk but well placed and thought out stride. He undid what looked like a makeshift bandage made from a piece of his shirt from around his left palm and reopened the wound with one of his daggers. Beo then simply put the stones into his now bleeding hand and waited a few seconds as the small gray stones darkened as his blood began to coat their hard exterior. With three swift and fluid motions both Blake and Yang watched as Beo threw each of the blood coated stones behind them in different directions, each of the rocks whizzing over their heads like they had been shot out of a gun.
The methods he was putting into play to try and throw what was most likely the rest of the Beowulf pack of course were something that only those who have had years of training or experience would think to do. Especially the use of the blood covered stones. That was the last thing she expected the blue haired boy to do. Then again it did make sense in a way, as desperate as it seemed to mask their scent.
"Yang." Blake said breaking the pregnant silence that seemed to build since they had run into the two Beowolves no more than twenty minutes ago.
"Yes Blake?" The blonde answered.
"I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record here but uhh-" She began before almost immediately being cut off by Yang.
"Kinda I mean the entire reason why he has that cut on his hand in the first place was because he needed his blood for some weird makeshift antidote right before we ran into you so take that as you will."
Antidote? What was that all about? What did these two go through in the four hours since initiation began to when they found her hanging in that trap. In all fairness to Yang and her partner whatever they ran into must have been dangerous or, at least enough of a challenge that it ended with Yang's jacket in tatters if the makeshift sewing job in various spots of the brown jacket were any indication. She was tempted to ask the Blonde just what it was they had run into but ultimately decided against it for fear of receiving the same response as before.
"No matter what way I look at it you two are quite possibly some of the strangest people I have ever met." Blake said pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration trying to wrap her mind around the situation.
"What makes you say that?" Yang asked as they both picked up the pace to try and not fall behind Beo who had since stopped pitching blood covered stones behind them. As if he felt that his efforts had at least bought them a little more time than they already had.
"Nothing, well almost nothing" Blake began as she lowered her voice down to a whisper. "It's just I can't help but feel like there's something...off about Beo."
"Off? Whaddaya mean off? I mean yeah, he can be a bit…ok, very awkward when it comes to talking and stuff, but so far, he's come through. I mean you saw how fast he noticed those Beowolves. No way I woulda known they were there until they had pounced at us." Yang said her gaze shifting between her partner and the bow clad girl.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about those things couldn't have been more than ten feet from where I was and I had absolutely no clue that they were even her voice wrought with a mixture of suspicion and disbelief. "Look I'm not saying you're not wrong about Beo being a good guy and all but I just can shake the feeling like he's hiding something big. I mean I don't even remember seeing him at the orientation."
Did she really just say that? Her of all people? Who was she to judge someone for wanting to hide something. Especially when she herself was hiding her ears underneath her own brilliant disguise. She just hoped no one looked too close to see her ears twitch every now and again.
Yang paused for a moment and took in what the other girl had just said.
"What could he possibly be hiding? I'm not gonna lie it was a bit odd waking up in that cave after our run in with that widow but if he didn't do what he did I would probably be dead. "Yang repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. "And even if he was. I think right now he's entitled to his secrets. I mean everyone has something they don't want others to find out about, right?"
Blake knew she had a point.
"And besides what's the worst thing he could be hiding? That he's the man-grimm or something?" Yang added while snickering at the absurdity of the idea.
However, before Blake could respond, the subject of said conversation stopped short causing the two of them to nearly crash into the blue haired boy who had parted a few branches from their current path and pointing forward.
"Hey! Beo a little warning...next...time." Yang began before she saw why her partner had stopped short.
What Beo was pointing to was a large opening in the forest canopy allowing the sunlight to pour into a small grassy field. Sitting across the way was a small gathering of stone pillars each looked as if there was something sitting atop the near pristine white marble.
Before Blake could bring up the subject of what to do next, she caught Yang slowly beginning to grin out of the corner of her eye as the intrepid blonde huntress in training boldly, and rather impatiently began marching towards the small ruin. The excitement and eagerness at finally finding what they had just spent the last two hours looking for shown clearly on her face in the form of a somewhat mischievous smile.
As she began to follow suit Blake noticed the other member of their traveling trio had stopped at the edge of the tree line, his eyes locked in the path they came from.
A shout from Yang snapped him out of his stupor and for a moment it looked like he had almost forgotten that the two of them were there. His expression softened slightly as he began making his way over towards where Yang was currently looking at each of the small statuettes that sat at the center of the small ruin.
However, despite the relatively peaceful scene before them, none of them could ignore the distant howling of beasts in the distance.
How long had it been since they had a hunt like this? Two seasons? Three? Not that it mattered to it. All that mattered to the beast was the hunt before It. It had been so long since it had had the opportunity to hunt the children of man like this. Not since that damnable tree striding false wolf gouged out one of its eyes nearly five summers ago. Leaving it half blind, left to feed off the dead or slowly dying while licking its wounds and fending off the attempts to cull it from the pack by any sort of would be alpha.
As a result, it grew strong and ruthless. But unlike the other alphas of the other packs that had joined their hunt. The one-eyed wolf found it easier and more enjoyable to lay quiet and wait. As opposed to snarl and howl about like a pup during its first bloodmoon.
The packs had since scattered in their frenzy, as the man-grimm's mixed scent seemed to scatter into four different directions.
It was almost tempted to give chase, following one of the diverging trails but there was one thing that kept it on course...the scent of the others following him it was faint but left enough of a trail to keep it from getting off track. stopping for a moment it threw it head back and let out a resounding howl that resonated throughout the forest.
Sending a message to the now frenzied pack. A call to redirect the hunt. A call for blood. A call for death. And they responded in kind. Soon the forest seemed to be filled with nothing but the howls and cries of the packs as they began to rush and run towards where the one eyed's' smaller pack had begun to stalk towards, there were very few things that it was certain of for this day. But there was one thing it did know. Blood would saturate the forest floor and it could hardly wait.
Stones...that's what Yang and Blake had been looking for this whole time? Small, weirdly shaped stone things? Beo thought as he watched Yang carefully observe each of the oddly shaped and colored stones some looked like they were made of a dark and smooth black rock while the others were like an unnaturally polished and clean looking stone.
He had never seen stones like that before, then again, he rarely ever ventured into this section of the forest for fear of attracting the raven so maybe stones like this were more common over here.
"Sooo which one do you think we should take?" Yang asked the slightly confused boy.
Beo looked at the small 'relics' as Yang and Blake called them did it really matter which one they took? He thought while simply shrugging his shoulders. Almost as soon as he did this the excited blonde let loose another grin as she grabbed the closest one to her.
"How about a pony?" Yang said holding a small gold and white knight statue above her head showing it to her two traveling companions.
"So... what now I mean it's good that you and Beo have a relic and all but I doubt Ozpin would allow a group of three." Black said flatly looking around the clearing and at the various remaining stone statues and columns of the small ruin.
Before anyone could continue the sudden sounds of breaking branches and what felt like the ground shaking with the quick and heavy footfalls of whatever nightmarish beast that was currently barreling through the brush towards them. As the shaking grew closer and closer Beo's mind began to quickly sift and sort through all the possible creatures and beasts that could be barreling towards them.
Beowolves? No, the footfalls were too heavy and there weren't enough to be a pack. Boar? No, no the they were still too heavy and too far apart from one another to be anything but…
"FRUUUMMFFFF FR GGRSNNARW" Just as he was about to finish the thought the source of this low guttural huff broke through the line. In a mass of Black fur and towering muscle shaping itself in the form a massive Bear-like creature standing on its hind legs as it continued to roar in an almost uncontrollable fury.
However, amidst the roaring and shifting of various metals that came whenever Yang's rather loud and rather terrifying weapons made themselves ready. What sounded like...what was that? Crazed almost maniacal laughter?
"WOOOO HEHEHAAAA!" Came an excited shouting that seemed to emanate from behind...the...Ursa? Soon after the laughter died down the massive form of the Ursa came crashing down onto the ground in a lifeless heap. Revealing a rather short orange haired girl clinging onto the back of the now lifeless corpse of the bear like Grimm.
"Aww its broken" the girl said sounding extremely disappointed almost sad as she sat up showing her unnaturally mismatched outfit. A combination of black, white, blue and red cloth, with what looked like a series of metal strips riveted together forming a strange looking armor that wrapped around her shoulders and waist and formed around a white sleeveless top with a small heart cut out of the cloth around the collarbone. Along with two detached sleeves on her arms and pink fingerless gloves that matched her skirt.
Before anyone could respond to the new arrivals...odd entrance a second figure broke through the tree line, revealing a taller boy wearing a green and black diagonally buttoned long sleeved shirt that had subtle gold trimming that bordered the black segments of the boy's tailcoat. Along with dark black hair that had a single light pinkish stripe going down the left side of his head.
"Nora…. don't ever...do that…. again…" The boy said while he tried to catch his breath while he braced himself on the now deceased Ursa. The girl. Nora, meanwhile had since dismounted her now useless makeshift bear taxi and was currently poking fun at the rather tired boy.
After a few seconds of relative silence Blake finally decided to say what they all were thinking.
"Did that girl just ride in on an Ursa?"" She said trying her best to wrap her mind around what had just happened
However, while the two girls were still pondering just what was going on with the two new arrivals Beo had made his way over to the now decomposing corpse looking to see if he could salvage anything from it. But above all the possibilities he saw for salvaging he couldn't help but wonder how that Nora girl managed to mount and ride the beast. If he was being honest with himself he was a bit jealous he'd always wanted to do that, he tried once when he was younger but found himself bucked off almost immediately and found himself on the receiving end of a very angry bear.
He never tried that again for obvious reasons. Before Beo could begin to harvest anything from the Ursa he caught the tail end of Yang and Blake's latest statements.
"Umm Yang."
"Yeah"
"I don't know if I hit my head in that trap earlier or not but please tell me I'm seeing things right now."
"What"
"Isn't that your sister?"
And it was at that moment Beo heard it, a small slightly shrill voice, far away at first but slowly getting louder, and louder, and louder.
"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Beo wasn't sure what happened next all he knew was it hurt...a bit as he looked up to the source of the noise and barely saw the blur of red and black crash into him and for the second time that day Beo found himself in a crumpled heap underneath an outsider going at near terminal velocity.
Again? How did this happen again? Beo looked at whatever had just landed on him and was genuinely surprised with what he saw given how unrealistically heavy she was. She had black hair with streaks of red with the color becoming more pronounced closer to the ends of her hair.
The girl gave a slightly dazed groan as she lifted her head, her face looking as if she had just been spun like a top going a hundred miles an hour.
"Ruby!" Yang shouted as she sprinted over to where the now named Ruby and Beo were still crumpled on the ground. Almost immediately the younger girl seemed to snap out of whatever dizzy stupor she was in and looked up at the blonde brawler, seemingly unaware of the blue haired boy she had just used as a landing pad.
"Yang? "came a shrill reply.
"Ah Beo!"
"Beo?"
At the mention of his name Beo let out a small wheeze as Ruby shifted her weight to look up at Yang causing whatever the edge of the massive metal thing on her waist to slowly begin to press into his midsection.
Ruby looked down and was silent for a good three seconds before she immediately shrieked and sprang up and bolted to Yang's side. It was then that Beo was able to get a better look at the other in what he hopped was the last member of the Beo crash test club.
She was wearing a black and red dress that seemed to match her hair, however what drew the most attention aside from the massive metal thing on her back was the bright, blood red hood and cape that was attached to her shoulders and trailed behind her. She was much shorter than Yang was, and was just looking at him with a pair of silver eyes.
"Ahh I'msosorrypleasedon'tbemad!" The young girl said rapidly. Beo honestly had a tough time understanding what she was saying she was talking so fast.
"Bfwhahaha, sorry, sorry I know I shouldn't laugh but it's too funny." Yang said while trying her best to catch her breath.
"Yaaangg it's not funny someone could've gotten hurt." Ruby said extremely confused as to why her older sister had just burst out into a fit of laughter seemingly out of nowhere.
"No no I mean yeah but that's not why it's funny ha-ha well maybe it is a little." Yang continued as she slowly began to calm down. "Besides he's alright aren't cha Beo?"
Beo gave an unconvincing nod as he got up and began working the kinks out of his rather sore back, rather audible pops sounding off as he did so.
"Oh, don't give me that, I'm sure I was going twice as fast when I hit you this morning." Yang said half mockingly
"Wait what!?"
"Hm oh right duh where are my manners, Ruby meet Beo my partner, Beo, Ruby my adorable baby sister." Yang said while putting the younger girl in a headlock.
"Ack! Yang stop, can't, breathe" Ruby said trying to break out of her sister's vice-like grip. Beo couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the red-haired girl having just narrowly escaped the very same situation a little over an hour ago.
After some more teasing from Yang she let her go, the younger girl coughing slightly after being freed from her temporary prison.
"Wait partner? "Ruby said looking to the Blue haired boy who was standing in front of her and her older sister. She was silent for a few seconds before her eyes widened and she shouted. "Ah Weiss!"
Beo didn't bother questioning the other strange word just assuming that whatever a "Weiss" was that it was another outsider.
"Weiss? "Yang said "The Ice Queen from yesterday what about her?"
"She was with me on the-" Ruby began before a bloodcurdling "SCRRRRRREEEEE" cut through the air sending a chill down the spines of everyone in the valley, looking to the source of the sound, Beo saw one of the two things he hoped he wouldn't have had to deal with today.
In the sky flying towards them was a massive pitch-black raven like creature, its massive wings stirring up a tempest below each time it flapped them to keep itself in the air. However, there was something...off almost, dangling from the bottom Beo could clearly see a small white dot looking like it was struggling to hang on for dear life.
"Nevermore" Ruby finished meekly. Meanwhile everyone including the newer arrivals Nora and Ren simply looked to the skies to follow the gargantuan bird's path as it slowly circled the clearing.
Seemingly at almost the exact same time that the Nevermore made itself known a less threatening almost pitiful sounding scream emanated from the thicket to on the far side of the clearing as a small figure flew across the sky and landed hard into the tree near where Beo, Ruby and Yang were standing.
"Wait what was-" Yang began before being interrupted by the sound of falling trees and ear-piercing shrieks
While at the same time from the same direction that the fantastic flying figure came from another outsider, a girl with long red hair and gold and brown looking armor came barreling out of the woods followed by the OTHER Grimm in the forest that Beo had no intentions of ever seeing again.
As a massive six-legged scorpion like creature came bursting through the tree line chasing after the crimson haired girl. While she was rushing towards them Beo couldn't help but put one his hands over his eyes and wonder to himself slightly aggravated, why none of the outsiders ever payed attention to his signs.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was beginning to lose his temper because of the sudden chaos that had erupted. Because when he glanced to his right he saw a faint fiery golden glow begin to shine through as if it were a warning of an oncoming storm.
"WILL EVERYONE JUST CHILL OUT FOR TWO SECONDS BEFORE SOMETHING ELSE CRAZY HAPPENS! "Yang exploded as her eyes flashed red and the dust and grass around her burning slightly as the aftereffects of her explosive temper wore off.
And strangely enough for exactly two seconds the universe seemed to comply before Nora contributed to Blake's earlier observation as she blurted out almost from instinct.
"I think whoever's up there is about to fall. "To which everyone but Beo looked up who had been hiding behind the much smaller Ruby after her sister's small explosion not wanting to be near Yang at that moment for fear of having his insides turned to charcoal.
"She's falling. "Came her partner Ren's response his tone almost a deadpan.
It was around then that Beo snapped out of his temporary stupor and looked in time to catch not one but TWO figures falling from the sky looking poised to once again use him as a landing pad. Beo thought for moment before deciding on the best possible course of action.
Beo composed himself and took one rather large step towards where Yang and her sister were standing. Turned around, stood up straight and waited.
...one second
…. two seconds
…. three seconds
And finally, after three seconds the two individuals made contact with the ground with a resounding CRASH! When the dust settled Beo saw another girl dressed in an all-white dress similar but different to the one that Ruby was wearing with hair to match a silver rapier rested at her side as she sat on the back of the poor sap she had landed on, her expression exuding pride and slight arrogance as she mockingly said.
"Hmph, My Hero." with her cushion responding with a pained.
"Ugg my back." As the girl got off his back and dusted herself off. Meanwhile Beo on the other hand stood tall with his head held high looking quite proud of his own quick thinking while also trying to hold in a bout of laughter.
The girl in white, whatever her name was immediately began walking towards where He, Ruby and Yang were standing, finger pointing at the younger huntress to be, the girl in white's face was flustered with anger as she stomped over.
"YOU! You left me on that, that THING!" She shouted. Honestly Beo was still wondering how they managed to get ON the Nevermore in the first place.
"Sorry Weiss I just thought that y'know you would...jump when...I... did." Ruby said meekly. Almost shrinking in stature as she did.
"Jump! Are you insane! Don't answer that" Weiss huffed crossing her arms as Ruby began to speak faster than Beo could keep up with and Weiss responding in kind except using very large words that Beo didn't even try and decipher in truth almost every other word might as well have been replaced with the sound of rustling leaves.
Meanwhile the other of the new arrivals finally managed to get himself up off of the ground and stand to his full height. He was tall perhaps a bit taller than Beo was with shaggy looking blonde hair not as pure in color as Yang's was but similar in shade. He was wearing what Beo could only describe as the most common looking clothing he had seen amongst the outsiders who came into the forest, a dark blue pair of jeans with a dark colored shirt with a somewhat practical looking pieces of armor on his chest, and wrist. Along with a blade sheathed in a scabbard at his side.
The other,taller red haired girl who had somehow managed to put some distance between her and the Deathstalker which at this point had taken to circle the edge of the clearing. Came running up to the group and stood next to the armored blonde boy.
"I would hate to interrupt everyone's reunion but I believe we have much larger problems at the moment." She said as everyone seemed to react to her words.
Ruby snapped out of whatever argument she was having with Weiss as her eyes darted between the Deathstalker and Nevermore in the sky and did probably the most reckless thing that Beo could have thought of...even more reckless than when Yang bull rushed the Widow earlier that day.
"Ah don't worry guys I'll handle this!" the red hooded girl shouted as she charged towards the massive scorpion, the red mechanism on her back unfolding into a massive scythe nearly twice her size, she shot off like she was fired out of one of the outsiders weapons...probably because whatever the hell the scythe also was only seemed to increase the small girl's velocity as she rocketed off with series of small explosions trailing from the end of her weapon.
She didn't accomplish much with any of her attacks, only managing to zip around in various directions failing to find an opening in the Deathstalker's armor as the scorpions massive claws and tail just missed her small form by inches each time it lashed out at her.
"I-Its okay I can do this! Fear not!" the girl shouted back to the onlooking crowd her voice shaky with false bravado and confidence. Almost immediately after she said that the Nevermore in the sky made a pass and with a single flap of its massive wings let loose a barrage of its own feathers that came speeding toward the advancing girl like a wall of flying spears.
Beo watched as nearly every single one of the feather spears missed the speedy reaper...well her body anyway. He almost thought she was going to dodge all of them until her cape ended up catching one of the massive feathers effectively pinning her to the ground as the Deathstalker charged at her.
"Ruby!"Yang shouted as she prepared to charge in after her sister. But...Beo knew she wouldn't be fast enough to get there in time, Yang probably knew that too but it didn't stop her from trying.
In an act of desperation Yang fired off a shot from her gauntlets with Beo throwing one of his daggers towards the creatures eyes.
Time seemed to slow down as the Deathstalker's tail came down towards the pinned huntress to be. There was a flash of white and with it came a bone chilling crackling noise like sound of water rapidly freezing over.
Beo stopped alongside Yang, his jaw slightly open as he looked and saw the Scorpion's massive stinger encased in a mass of ice with Wiess kneeling in front of Ruby, her rapier stuck in the ground at the base of the small glacier.
In the seconds that followed his and Yang's attacks landed impacting the scorpion's armored face. The shot from Ember Cecilia leaving a small scorch mark and Beo's dagger sinking into one of the spaces between the bonelike platting.
"Schrrreeeeee" The Deathstalker screeched and thrashed in pain while trying to free its tail from the ice with little success.
"You...are impulsive,reckless, and naive"Beo overheard Weiss say to Ruby as he and Yang stopped where the two were positioned.
Yang looked like she was about to interrupt before Weiss continued.
"But...I suppose you're not the worst. And maybe Maybe we could learn to work together." The white haired girl continued.
Ruby, despite the words that were thrown at her beamed with a broad ear to ear smile at the...compliment? Beo couldn't really tell. Not that it mattered at the moment. As the increased thrashing and screeching from the two monstrous Grimm caught the bulk of his attention. Which in that split second gave him an idea.
"Well anyone got any Idea's that won't get you or possibly all of us killed?" Yang said while she and Beo worked on unpinning her sister from the ground. "Uhh Beo are you about to do what I think you're about to do?"
Beo looked at her and simply smiled at her while taking the now free feather from the ground and dashing forward using it as a makeshift pole vault to launch himself over the scorpion's massive claws and onto its back. The beast thrashed and shrieked even more as it both tried to buck him off of its back and free its 'd only done this once before and was lucky to be fighting the smaller of the two that once roamed near the cave. In the end he managed to bring down the young Deathstalker walking away with a small stockpile of its blood and a plethora of new scars. Trying his best not to lose his balance Beo slid down the armor plating grabbing onto the dagger that was lodged between the plates near the creatures eyes.
A sudden shake made him lose his footing and Beo found himself dangling in front of the beast's face his head at eye level with the scorpions four eyes. The beast's eyes widened in what he would assume was recognition mixed with beastial rage. The scorpion screeched and snapped its jaws and head forward trying to latch its teeth onto Beo's legs.
The Blue haired forest hermit squirmed and shifted as best he could each time just narrowly missing avoiding the creature's maw. With a sudden jerk Beo braced his feet on the beast head, gripped his dagger and when the Deathstalker bucked again Beo pushed off with his legs freeing the dagger from its place between the plates And launching him back towards where the others were.
It wasn't a graceful landing in any sense of the word. He hit the ground hard sliding and rolling a good ten or fifteen feet from where he landed. When he finally came to a stop he looked up to see a familiar pair of lilac eyes looking down at him with a mix of amusement and frustration and hints of what could have been concern. Or maybe that was just the immense pain emanating from his ribs doing the thinking.
"Okay so it wasn't exactly what I thought you were gonna do but close enough." Yang said helping the berserker to his feet. By this point the seven outsiders had congregated in a small group facing the two beasts their weapons all at the ready.
"So umm does anyone have a plan?" asked the Blonde haired boy, His voice extremely shaky and nervous a shield held at the ready in front of him.
"Divide and conquer?" suggested the red haired girl brandishing a spear and shield, her demeanor and stance showing no openings and no flaws.
"RUN THEM DOWN!" Shouted Nora the contraption on her back unfolding into a compact looking thing, not unsimilar in shape to the forest destroyer Beo had seen the year before but more compact, whatever it was Beo made sure to be behind her when she began pointing it around places while beginning to giggle maniacally.
"Hold on I think we shou-" Blake began before a collection of howling from the forest cut her off.
"AROOOOOOOOOOO" Beo,Yang and Blake Immediately turned and saw a collection of black wolf-like silhouettes and a myriad of crimson eyes begin to emerge from the treeline.
"Shit!" Yang cursed "I thought we lost them"
"Clearly not" Blake said her eyes darting between the different threats.
In truth Beo was surprised and glad that his plan from earlier had worked, he knew that they would catch up eventually but was surprised it took this long. It still didn't help the situation at hand. The Deathstalker would be free any second now and the Nevermore looked like it was readying itself for another pass. Beo looked around. The wolves at the forest edge were just a small number now easy to deal with but the rest of the pack would easily overwhelm them, And from what he'd seen when he and Yang fought the Widow and when the Weiss girl froze the Deathstalker's tail in place then maybe just maybe if they were given enough time they could slay the beasts...all they needed was a little more time.
He didn't know why he turned around but as soon as he did Yang turned to him and shouted.
"Beo! Where do you think your-" She began before she saw the look on his face as he turned around. For a second she thought he was going crazy because it almost looked like he was smiling before his face hardened into that same steely focus she had seen earlier that day.
Without another word Beo turned and dashed off towards the treeline daggers drawn, their blades finding purchase in the throats of whatever stood in his way as he sped into the forest and into the treetops,carving a path of blood and death as he did.
Yang watched as her partner disappeared into the treetops at the forest's edge. Almost tempted to turn and help him divert the packs away. But as much as she didn't like the idea of letting Beo go off on his own she knew that she would only slow him down. With how well she'd seen him move through the trees she knew he could keep them busy for a while.
"What is he? Is he running away!?"Yang heard Weiss shout at her side. Both she and Blake rolled their eyes at her statement.
"He's buying us time" Blake said
"Then its time we left" The boy in green said...what was his name again?
And with that almost all at once the group of initiates took off towards the far side of the clearing deeper into the valley ruins towards the sheer cliff in the distance.
"Beo I hope you know what you're doing." Yang said under her breath as she took of towards where her sister was leading the charge.
Why was he doing this? Why was he doing any of this? Helping random outsiders after being roped into...what did Yang call it "Initiation?" Beo was still wondering if this day could get any stranger than it already was. These were the thoughts that were going through his head as he stared down the pack of Beowolves that he had been leading away from Yang and the others hoping that they could somehow manage themselves against two of the deadliest creatures within this section of the Forest.
"GRRRRRRR" his thoughts were interrupted by the snarls of the foul beasts before him. Their blood red eyes fixed on his hunched and slightly bloodied form.
His daggers were held at the ready in a backhanded grip. He could feel the rush that came before these types of confrontations begin to creep its way from the pit of his stomach to the rest of his body, the feeling amplified from the enhancement that came from the small amount of blood that he had managed to ingest a few moments earlier. His Body was low and ready to pounce at a moments notice, Prepared to tear anything that came his way to shreds.
He would be lying if he wasn't feeling nervous as he stared down the seemingly endless horde before him. He had never faced down this many of the creatures at once before. But there was something else creeping up on him...what was it? It felt like that first night when he was young. When he first took in the attributes of the monsters that shared his home. He steeled his gaze as his glowing maroon eyes switched between some of the larger beasts in the front of the pack.
The atmosphere in the thicket of trees and undergrowth grew heavy as both sides refused to move an inch. Each staring down the other, Beo could hear faint shots and explosion in the distance, evidence of the others fight against the two behemoths at the canyon behind him. He knew he couldn't let the Beowolves pass, if he did Yang and her group would undoubtedly be over run even he could tell that.
The Beowolves snarled again as they slowly began to fan out in front of him, slowly surrounding him and limiting his escape routes. He continued to scan through the crowd, looking for an opening. There were several of the creatures that caught his eye, each one intimidating in their own right however, there was one that stood out. It wasn't as large as some of the others, however the amount of scars it held and the way it glared at him with the single eyes that it had left, However that's not what stood out to him the most, what was odd was the fact that it haddn't made a single sound since it pushed into the front instead letting the rest of the pack try and show its dominance to the young Man-Grimm.
A loud shot rang through the forest with a BANG and in that split second, everything seemed to slow down as Beo Launched himself forward towards the one eyed wolf in the blink of an eye. Acting on pure instinct the One-eyed Beowulf lunged to the side somehow barely avoiding Beo's daggers as they embedded themselves into the unfortunate beast behind it's neck.
Before any of the other creatures could react Beo tore his blades out of the creature's neck and clamped his jaw down on the open vein and proceed to take in as much of its life blood as he could, feeling his body react almost immediately as the blue light hummed around him and his muscles bulged slightly. This was dangerous and he knew it...taking in this much so quickly however desperate time sometimes call for the most desperate of measures. He thought as the lifeless corpse of the Beowulf dropped from his grip. His eyes now glowing a ghoulish crimson. Not even before the body hit the forest floor, three of the wolves launched themselves at the wolfish forest hermit. Only to be met with flashing ivory blades biting into their flesh and a swift kick to the snout.
"SNNNNNNNN AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" came the collected cry of the pack as they all charged at the blue haired Berserker. Beo doing his best to deal with the seemingly endless horde of fur and teeth. As he dispatched as many as he could while trying to avoid their razor like claws leaping between the wolves and up into the tree branches when he could. Some of their strikes finding their mark and digging into the exposed skin on his arms or gaps in his armor. He sank his teeth into another Beowulf feeling another rush of energy wash over him. His body contorting even more as his canines grew longer and his skin started to feel tight around his bones. This was dangerous. Any more and THAT might trigger.
A strike from the One-Eyed caught his side sending flying into a nearby runt resulting in the both of them slamming into a large tree. Beo glared at the One-eyed wolf as it and the rest of the pack treaded over the blood soaked forest floor.
He didn't know what possessed him to do what he did next be it some strange sense of pride or just plain idiocy, as Beo grabbed the disoriented runt behind him and gutted it in front of the rest of the pack its blood covering him a thick and warm shower. As his jaw once again clamped down on the creature's neck. It had been years since he had done this, And the last time he had bad things happened, what exactly happened he couldn't quite recall but all he knew was that he was surrounded just like he was now.
As the young Beowulf dropped to the ground the rest of the pack found itself frozen in their tracks as Beo launched his daggers into the crowd and began to claw at his head and Snarl uncontrollably, a mixture of foam and blood leaking from his mouth as the blue aura around him seemed to darken into an almost pitch black.
"SNRKAKNFLLL SCRRRRRRRAAAAA" He bellowed as he felt the skin over his face and arms burn as his they had been set ablaze and his vision blur slightly in what seemed like the beginnings of a bloodrage.
He snarled once more as he stared towards the pack. his arms dangling at his side as stood hunched over close to the ground, Crimson eyes staring daggers at the pack before him. After what felt like an eternity, in the blink of an eye Beo vanished out of sight. And as soon as he did, the only thing that the One-eyed Beowulf could register was the sound of squishing flesh as a sharp pain found its way into its good eye before everything faded to black along with the sound of sounds that it had never heard a human make. And in its dying moment is couldn't help but wonder, as best as a creature like it could, what kind of monster were they trying to hunt?
"SCRRRRRRRAAAAA" The inhuman scream echoed throughout The Emerald Forest. Causing every living creature, human,faunes, and grimm alike to all stop in their tracks, instantly made aware that somewhere, something terrible had just awakened.
The Initiates of Beacon Academy thought that it was just a large grimm angry at some poor sap that pissed in the wrong bush.
But the Grimm of the forest knew, at least...the older ones did, they could feel it in their cores. A beastial almost primal fury that would soak the forest floor with blood.
Every Beast from the smallest boartusk and even to the mighty Nevermore and Deathstalker took pause from their battle with the children of man as the bloodcurdling scream pierced them to their corrupt cores.
The Deathstalker even with all its might and strength felt small when it recalled the last time it heard that scream, A shade not quite Grimm but certainly not Human had carved its way through the southern section of the forest where the Beowolves and Ursa dewl and had made it to where it and its young marked as their own territory. If not for its massive size it too might have fallen to the creature's seemingly endless bloodlust, The Deathstalker had managed to drive the strange Man-Grimm back sustaining only minor injury.
Its young however, were less fortunate, having found themselves carved and torn into messes of blood, and viscera.
It looked to the four humans before it, each one poised for battle atop the stone bridge in the ruins of man's derelict structure, while the terror of the skies dealt with the other four near the sheer cliff. And in that moment the scream elicited a sort of fight or flight, it could either stay and eviscerate these humans before it but risk another encounter with the Man-Grimm. Or simply leave and retreat back to its den and let these squishy humans to deal with the Nevermore and Bloodthirsty terror of the southern woods.
And so Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, and Lie Ren watched in awe as the massive scorpion that had chased them from the relic site to the ruined temple simply turn around and wander back into the forest seemingly uninterested in fighting anymore.
"Did it just" The Blonde haired knight began
"Run away Jaune...yes I believe it did." Finished his Fiery haired partner Pyrrha.
"HEY NO FAIR FAIR!" Cried Nora visibly disappointed at the beast's sudden retreat, her eyes slowly tracking towards where the bone chilling scream came from a smile beginning to creep across her face.
"Ahem." Her longtime friend and now partner, Ren cleared his throat while putting his hand on her shoulder and slowly shaking his head.
"Aww...Fine...We'll go help the others...but I go under protest!" She declared as Ren gave a nod and looked to the other pair.
"Shall we?" He asked.
The others nodded as the four of them took off to assist Ruby and her group in dealing with the Nevermore currently circling the mountain top.
How many? How many of these...beasts had he torn asunder. Although it didn't matter. He stopped caring after fifteen. For Beo nearly all thoughts that didn't relate to killing seemed to have purged themselves from his mind. As his mind and body were consumed by a nearly insatiable blood-lust.
One of the Beowolves drove its claw across his back amidst the chaos of blades,blood and fur. The pain quickly faded as Beo turned grabbing the creature by the snout and drove the beast back. Slamming its head into a nearby tree trunk. A sickening and wet crunching sound reverberated as the Beowulf's skull caved in as the bark of the tree collapsed inward. Beo didn't stop there as he pulled back and slammed the beast's head in the same spot. The impact sending splinters into the air and into his hand as the Beowulf's mangled corpse dangled from the impression left from the impacts.
The whole encounter happened in a matter of seconds. As the bloodied berserker dashed off back into the pack of wolves. He moved like a ghost almost almost moving too fast for their eyes to follow. Sometimes the only way he could be seen was by the trail blood and carnage his dagger and now clawlike hands carved.
Beo drove one of his daggers through the chest of a pouncing Beowulf pinning it to a nearby tree, he then shot off into the tree tops leaving the beast pinned.
Beo launched himself in and out of the tree tops looking like a streak of dark blue with a glint of red streaking from his now glowing red eyes, whatever wounds the Beowolves inflicted on him he either didn't notice or didn't care as he continued his onslaught. He threw his remaining dagger into the eye of one of the larger alpha wolves, clamping his jaws around the beast's neck. As he took in its blood the bluish black aura flared again as Beo felt the familiar burning sensation creep from the back of his mind as his body once again began to contort into something...less than human.
"SCRAAAAAAAAAARSSSSAARFW!" He howled this time sounding more beast than man. Every thought and care left his mind. The only thing that mattered now was to eat...tear them up, carve them, cleave the flesh from their bones. Rip them up, tear them all to ribbons...after all this was his forest.
Yang was speechless as she stared up at the cliff face, watching as the freshly decapitated and decomposing corpse of the Nevermore fell in almost slow motion down the sheer cliff face. Ruby standing tall and triumphant atop the mountain, Yang couldn't help but feel proud of her baby sister's achievement. Not only did she rally the four of them into a coordinated attack against the Nevermore and have it actually go off without a hitch, The creature found itself at the mercy of not just the four of them, but the Jaune and his group as well. Yang figured that they must have finished off the Deathstalker already.
But thanks to their coordinated support Ruby was able to use Weiss's weird glyphs to launch herself up the side of the cliff and take out the Nevermore in a single fell swoop.
As much as she wanted to celebrate the victory the fight wasn't over...not yet. Yang knew that no matter how well Beo was doing he couldn't hold off the Beowolves for much longer. If he wasn't dead already he was possibly seriously hurt and could use the help.
"Wahahaha take that you oversized pigeon!" Nora shouted firing off her...grenade launcher...And she thought Ember Cecilia could be a little much sometimes.
"Glad that thing is dead but the fight's not over yet." Yang said as she turned around checking her stock of dust cartridges and reloading each of her gauntlets.
"Wait what do you mean?"Jaune asked.
"She's referring to the howling from earlier." Weiss said sheathing her rapier at her side and crossing her arms "Where that idiot ran off to get himself killed."
"Hey! he was buying us time and if he didn't we would probably be overrun with Beowolves by now." Yang retorted "And now if you'll be so gracious as to excuse me your highness my partner needs help." she said while taking off back to where she saw Beo disappear into the woods.
It didn't take her long to get back to the relic site, and it took her even less time to find Beo's trail, all she had to do was follow the trampled ground and decaying Beowulf corpses. The trail at first was something she would expect to see from someone who was trying to avoid conflict, broken branches, the occasional clean kill.
It wasn't until the kills became more frequent and the cuts and tears in the flesh looked like they were done more defensive ways instead of a quick hit and run. That she began to feel slightly worried. Maybe he got surrounded and needed to fight his way out before escaping back into the trees. And it wasn't like Beo couldn't take care of himself, he seemed to know the forest almost better than some full-blown huntsman, and with the amount of scars on his body he wasn't a stranger to fighting. But those were some of the things that still bothered her about Beo, how could someone who shouldn't have had any training outside of a prior academy like Signal, or maybe basic training from a parent sustain injuries like that?
That added onto Beo's use of or lack thereof things like firearms and Dust and Blake's points earlier could only lead to one extremely ridiculous conclusion. That there was a possibility that Beo might be-
SQUISH her thoughts were interrupted by whatever she had just stepped on. On the bottom of her boot heel was a blackish red pasty goo that slowly dripped down and onto the ground.
Looking around the forest floor went from a lush green with the occasional corpse to what she could only describe as a massacre. The ground was soaked and saturated with almost two inches of blood,fur and mangled Beowulf corpses. Most were missing limbs or chunks of flesh near their neck areas. But then there were some that made her stomach churn, which in and of itself was an achievement. With heads smashed paste, bodies still intact but gutted open and spiked onto tree limbs. Even one that was smashed into a tree trunk and left there to rot.
Eventually after wandering through this...bloodbath she found her first actual signs of Beo...one of his daggers driven into a recently deceased Beowulf so far that it was pinned the tree behind it she could see its twin on the ground a few feet away sticking out of the eye socket of another wolf. After some work she managed to free Beo's dagger from the Beowulf in the tree, the creature falling into the muck with a splash as it began to decompose.
As she held Beo's dagger she could tell immediately that it wasn't made of any sort of metal she had seen or worked with, it was smooth and wasn't forged in anyway. There wasn't anything separating the blade from the grip, just one continuous piece of whatever this thing was made of. The grip itself felt odd in her hand probably because of the weathering on the smooth material. The grooves and bumps were as smooth as the rest of the weapon. Bit didn't look like they were cut or forged, instead it looked like it was formed to fit its owner's hand from years of consistent use.
She collected Beo's other dagger from the other creature's eye socket. It wasn't that different from the other in terms of length but is was heavier, not by much but it was noticeable. Its grip, unlike the other one was less noticeable when she held it. Almost like Beo hardly used it.
The trail of carnage continued deeper into the forest as the sheer amount of bodies increased and the air started to taste stale. To Yang it almost felt like she was back in the venom induced nightmare. Wandering around an unfamiliar and bloodsoaked thicket, with the constant feeling of being watched by...something unnatural looming over the thoughts in the back of her mind as she continued further into the forest.
After another ten or so minutes without any signs of the azure haired boy and with the amount of carnage only getting worse and worse she could safely say she was a bit concerned about whatever in dusts name did this.
"Hey! Beo you out here?!" She shouted in vain. Even if he heard her its not like he would respond. Well maybe a shout or a stone thrown in her direction if she was lucky.
Another few minutes passed. And as she was walking she stumbled over something obscured beneath the undergrowth. Nearly face planting into the blood below.
"Argh!Damn! What the hell was that?" she swore under her breath. refusing to let the eerie silence that had fallen since she entered what she had been calling in her head the 'Crimson forest' not her most clever nickname but she decided to give herself pass given the circumstances.
Clearing away the brush, Yang was greeted with by far the most macabre and gruesome kill she had see that day. It was a larger Beowulf possibly an alpha or at least an older one given the size. Normally she would have been able to tell by the bone plating but that's where the problem was. All of the Beast's skin, flesh, and bones had been torn off of the creatures back, almost like someone tearing open a box to get at whatever was inside. The spine and ribs were laid bare and exposed as steam rose from the extremely fresh corpse, some of the ribs were missing and spiked into the Beowulf's hind and forelegs.
She didn't know whether it was morbid curiosity or that damn nagging that had been gnawing away at the back of her mind ever since she woke up in that cave a few hours before. But she couldn't help herself as she pulled one of the ribs out from the ground. Immediately she recognized the material and texture. As she pulled one of Beo's daggers from her belt loop and compared the two. After comparing the two there was no denying that the weapons her partner were carrying were sculpted from bone.
Where the hell did Beo get his hands on Grimm bone? More importantly, how? Usually when a Grimm dies they decompose before dissections can be done. Even now she thought it was odd that there were so many bodies still around unless they were still all...fresh and whatever killed them was...still...near...by.
The sudden snapping of branches and brush broke her concentration as a massive Beowulf came barreling out of the woods in front of her not even acknowledging her presence. Where ever it was going it was far away from here and it wanted to get there fast.
"Woah!" She shouted as she rolled to the left her jacket and hair once again being drenched in the dark ichor on the forest floor. "Grrrr you son of a..Hey! DON'T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME YOU OVERGROWN FLEA BAG!" She howled in rage her eyes shifting from their usual purple to bright red as she chased after the beast. All but forgetting what her objective was. Beo was fine...probably...hopefully.
"Grrssrrnnnnnnnnwww" Came a guttural sounding growl rang through the forest the branches above her head shaking violently as a blur of red and what looked like black dashed through the treetops. Whatever it was it was too fast for her eyes to follow and within the five seconds that whatever it was made itself known it dashed down and crashed into the Beowulf from above. Both tangled in a mass of snapping jaws and snarls.
The Beowulf swung one of its forearms slamming the smaller creature into a nearby tree as Yang caught up with them. Still fuming with anger but immediately her rage turned to a mixture of shock as the figure let out another inhuman scream launching itself back towards the Beowulf almost as quickly as it was knocked away. Within five seconds the Beowulf let out a pained yelp as the smaller beast drove what looked like a claw like hand into one of its eyes and tore it out of the socket, and then bringing the beast to onto its back and proceeding to tear into its underbelly using its hands to rip away and plating or flesh that got in its way.
"Shreaaaaaaawwwaaaa!" It howled into the air as it stood hunched over the now steaming corpse. As the light broke through the tree cover, Yang saw just what or who had just literally tore a Beowulf to ribbons with his bare hands...and probably the other wolves in the area.
There standing amidst the gore was what looked like the beaten, bloodied and...changed form of the man Yang knew as Beo. His form was hunched over his mouth snarling and foaming with a mixture of blood and saliva, Yang couldn't tell what was his blood and what was the creatures. His clothes were in tatters the tunic that was under the armor was nothing but ribbons of cloth held together by string, showing nearly every scar and open and bleeding wound. But those were tame compared to the visible changes to Beo's body.
His arms and legs were elongated slightly with small white plates covering the bleeding parts of his forearms, with his hands curled into beast like claws. His hair looked like it was drenched in blood so much so that the dark blue that she had come to gotten familiar with looked like a slick, matted black. Some of the larger scars on his body were covered by what could only be bone armor eerily similar to a Grimm's looking like an unfinished suit of armor grafted onto his skin the pure white stained with blood most likely his own. But what was most shocking to her was her partner's face. His jaw protruding forward looking like something from a horror movie she and Ruby watched a few weeks ago. The points of his ears were more pronounced similar to how his canines seemed more pronounced as well. But what got to her the most were his eyes. Gone were the soft maroon that seemed to find enjoyment and amusement in the forest instead they were replaced by a cold and harsh crimson that glowed behind an inhuman mask that covered his eyes and the top of his nose.
It was in this moment that everything seem to fit together. The lack of talking and seeming obliviousness to the initiation. The unnatural familiarity with the forest and its layout, the traps, the weapons, the damn cave! How well Beo seemed to fit the rumors she heard about the night before. Now there was no denying. The boy she called Beo wasn't a student. At this point she wasn't even sure that he could be classified as human, maybe Man-Grimm wasn't too far off. But that still didn't change anything, Beo still had helped her find the ruins, hell he saved her life. Didn't matter if he wasn't a student.
"Beo? You uh okay there bud?" Yang said her words not seeming to register.
"Snrrrrrlllll" Beo snarled moving closer to her so low to the ground that he almost like he was about to drop onto all fours and circle her. But he seemed...off, almost dizzy.
"Hey c'mon its me." she said her arms reaching behind her back and pulling out Beo's daggers. "I found your daggers back there, don't wanna lose these now do ya?" She almost didn't believe how calm she was being, trying to chose her words as carefully as possible.
Beo's eyes softened a bit when he saw the familiar looking bone blades in combination with a voice he recognized. And suddenly his body began to convulse as he began to cough uncontrollably, and claw at his face. Peeling off the bone mask that seemed to have grown out of his own skull he screamed in pain as he fell to his knees, Yang rushed over and caught the berserker before he collapsed into the muck completely.
After a few minutes the convulsions stopped and Beo calmed down, leaning unconscious against Yang's shoulder. Yang figured he passed out either from shock or blood loss possibly both. She heaved him up and started walking back towards where she left the others.
"C'mon big guy let's get you some help...damn you're heavy. Not sure if you even need or want it but I think you'll thank me later." Thankfully the rest of the Grimm like plating had either fallen off or dissolved into nothing leaving only open wounds and scars in their place. As well as an equal amount of questions that she definitely wanted answers to.
But those could wait. She wasn't sure what would happen next what with her taking someone she found in the forest back to beacon and all, she was sure that Blake had already pieced together that Beo wasn't a student but she figured that no one needed to know about what she just saw...not yet anyway. Better to get Beo help first and then deal with the consequences as they come.
A/N: Hey Guys its me again, So yeah this is the biggest chapter to date, and for good reason seeing how I originally wanted to release this last week in time for Bloodmoon's Anniversary but hey a week late is that bad so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEO! your like a year old...actually I don't think I ever made a birthday for Beo...opps. um so yeah in celebration of Making it to one year I wanted to do something special. One is give you guy the best chapter I could which I think I did.
And second I wanted to do a little QA. as an end to the intro arc and anniversary special so if you have a question that pertains to this here story in any way or just a general questions about other shows,games,books whatever. leave them as a review or PM them to me and i'll either have the answers by at the end of the next chapter or as its own update thing when after the cut off date which i will tell you now. the cut off for the QA special will be the last day of August which is 8/31/2017.
I'll also be working on getting a set update schedule for you guys starting with the chapter after the next one. so look forward to that!
So i think thats all i Really have to say right now as always enjoy, Big thanks to the usual crowd (you guys know who you are) who help me sort through my ideas and such, so yeah lemme know whatcha think send in some questions and I'll answer them if they don't dip too far into spoiler territory.
And so until next time this is Amouren signing off.