Welcome to another chapter of Arc 47, I'm glad that so many of you like this story and am thankful for you being so patient for me to write this and not spamming me asking about how long until the next one comes out. Things are gonna get a bit different as the story goes on than from the show wo i hope you are ready. Dont like? Then dont read.

Initiation

April 10th, 2172 – All the series 4 clones were administered various vaccines today. Several of the clones, among them 47, appeared quite anxious about the needles and resisted the doctor. Two of the biggest guys in the personnel had to restrain him while he was given the injection. I hope we won't see this kind of trouble again.

Forty-seven was always prepared for any situation that was put in his way, trained for any scenario that he may or may not come across. He had vast knowledge that he was forced to learn as he grew and trained, but he was never put in the situation of having a random girl laying on top of him suddenly waking him up.

His mind had quickly woken up from sleep after feeling the sudden weight from the orange haired girl who was currently laying on his abdomen. When he was woken up he was going to react - thinking that he was being attacked - but when nothing else happens and he could feel the weight on him he relaxed and calmed down. He lifted his arm up to check the time and saw that it was six-forty-nine, the sun was beginning to slowly come through the windows lighting up the dark ballroom. He would have woken up soon but now was better than later so he began getting up after just shoving the girl off him who rolled and stopped in a pink sleeping bag that must have been her's as it was the only one that was empty.

Forty-seven got up from the floor and began rolling up his things, he rolled up the bag before tying the thing up so it wouldn't unroll before strapping it to the bag. Once that was done he got up stretching getting the stiffness out of his arms and legs, he then put the bag over his shoulder once he finished and began walking past all the sleeping girls that blocked the door leading outside to the hall. He was careful to step past each one so not to wake any of them and start a whole mess of problems that he didn't need.

Hopefully, he could just get through today without another disaster like yesterday when Yang had dragged him all around with Ruby, she had been talking with him the entire time even when he had given her small answers or none at all to any that she asked him. Her attempts to cement the nonexistent friendship with Ruby had started to become rather annoying and anytime that he tried to get away or leave she would just follow and drag him somewhere else. He was only able to get away when they went for dinner which was when he took the chance to slip away for the rest of the time once it was over. He didn't return until curfew had kicked in for all of them to report in the ballroom. He didn't need another day like that again.

Luckily Forty-seven made it to the door and left the ballroom quietly closing the door behind him after passing a large man with a mustache sleeping in a chair when he was supposed to be watching all of them. Some watch that he was sleeping on the job.

As Forty-seven walked through the hall it was been of anyone as most faculty and other years were still sleeping around this time. That meant that the showers would be empty for him instead of having to wait for every other guy to finish up then go last so he didn't show the scars that littered his body. He would also be able to get some time alone with silence without hearing the voices of everyone talking at once, especially Yang and Ruby.

He arrived at the showers and placed all of his things on a bench, he grabbed everything he needed out of his bag and placing them in a small pile. He began to undo the buttons of his nightshirt which was a light blue with white stripes that covered his arms, the pants matched as he was one of the only few that weren't shirtless last night. Forty-seven looked around and made sure that there was no one around before he opened the shirt and revealed his scars that covered his chest and abdomen. There were more scars that were on his back and some were on his legs, but they had faded and were almost gone.

Many of the scars were so old that he doesn't remember how he got most of them. Most of them were faded or gone as he still had many that were from bullets and blades that he was hurt by when he was younger or in recent years. He really didn't put much thought into them as they were just a part of his life and what he does, the tolerance of pain is very high due to his training so he barely notices when he gets small ones. He does still feel the pain from blade cutting his flesh or bullets but when he was hit with blunt weapons or hands the pain was very little or nonexistent.

Forty-seven collected his toiletries and walked towards one of the stalls, the towel went on a hook before he stepped inside and put the soaps on the rack that was inside. Once he had done that he turned the water on and stood there as the water washed over his head and ran down his body, ice cold due to not having been used since last night but he just waited as the water began to slowly warm up. As he waited and the water soaked his hair and body he looked down at the burn scar that was on his left pectoral and moved up to his shoulder. It was small for the area and was very faded due to having received it when he was very young and getting treatment to help get rid of it. The wound itself was much worse when he had gotten it but now it was almost gone but still very noticeable.

The memory of how he received this scar was still with him as it was from one person that he had seen very few times and tried killing each other every one of those times but could never succeed. Each time he would be about to kill them and Wolfgang would order him to stop.

Forty-seven looked up as the water was warm and let it splash over his face waking him up more before he began to clean it using the washcloth that he had brought in with him. He finished and blinked his eyes that they felt better and the sleep was fully gone as he grabbed the travel sized shampoo and put some in his hair scrubbing it as he continued thinking. He had to be here in Beacon and wait for the android to show up in Vale sometime before the Vytal festival - how long would that take?

He would have to keep an eye out for any clues or suspicions about the android and its appearance - Wolfgang had said that it was created to resemble a human and act as one. Then with it being able to generate aura, it may not be able to be seen by him due to not having a complete soul within it. How he had seen from the files the soul had been damaged and fragmented from the transfer process due to the machine still being a prototype and not having Wolfgang's understanding of how it worked. It was only able to transfer enough of the soul to help power it and generate aura, but not enough to make it a complete being. Also if it was to blend in with the general public - without being known by them - then it would best resemble a human instead of a faunus as it would already attract attention due to some problems from the White Fang.

The biggest thing he would have to look out for is Atlas military around the area, they would bring the android the same time that they show up and wouldn't let it roam around on its own.

As he thought about it he rinsed the soap out if his hair and scrubbed making sure to get all of it before grabbing the conditioner and doing the same thing like before scrubbing it in. As he did he just let the thoughts flow through his mind for anything that would tell him anything about the android.

He would have to be on watch until he could identify it and then wait for Wolfgang's orders. He also needed to see what it was capable of instead of just going in blind and fighting it.

Forty-seven finished up and finished the shower by scrubbing his body with body wash. He left the conditioner to sit in his hair while he cleaned his body for a few minutes before finally washing it off and getting the conditioner out of his hair. He grabbed the towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing all his things and walking out of the shower and towards his bag. He put everything back inside after grabbing his clothes and laid them out. His black slacks and white button up he wore with his suit that he would be putting on after getting the jacket from the weapon locker. He grabbed the rest of his clothing before drying himself off completely and putting them in.

He then grabbed a toothbrush and comb walking towards the sink and mirror in the showers. He brushed his teeth and tapered his hair making sure that it wasn't like yesterday after the dust explosion - unsure if it was from the fire, ice or lightning dust that kept it the way it was.

He had finished up and looked down at his watch after putting it on. It was only seven-thirty and he had over an hour or so until initiation for first years was about to begin. He wasn't hungry but should grab something light before doing something else to pass the time. Forty-seven finished tying his shoes and picked up his bag leaving the shower as he began to hear the voice of others coming to use it.

He turned heading for the cafeteria for some fruit, preferably a banana as it could hold him over for the morning. After that, he would head to the library that Beacon has, he had seen a glimpse of it to see an expansive collection of books. First, he needed to put his bag with the others.

Forty-seven had passed time in the library looking at the many forms of literature that they had. He had spoken with the librarian, who was a cat faunus that had ears along with a tail which was a very rare thing for them to have both at once. She said that he needed a student ID which made sense but was told that he would only receive it after initiation via scroll.

After that, he left to go collect his weapons that were still in the locker that would house weapon and ammunition for the current owner. They were also built with thrusters and GPS system which would allow it to fly and crash where ever the owner is up to a certain distance.

He walked carefully so that he didn't run into either Yang or Ruby. He just needed to get his things and then head for initiation when it's announced.

As he turned into the hall that was where his assigned locker was he saw the same white-haired girl from yesterday speaking to a redhead that wore armor that reminded him of Mistralian design. They were talking as his locker was near them. He just walked past before typing in the code and unlocked it overhearing them speaking about teams.

It was inevitable that this would happen but it was what he would have to face while he was here. As he opened the door he didn't realize that it tapped the white-haired girl as he grabbed his holsters and began putting them on. As he was tightening the straps he felt something tap his shoulder so he decided to ignore them as they would eventually give up and leave him alone. As he finished up he heard an annoyingly shrill voice that he had heard last night.

"Excuse me!" She said a bit louder that made him sigh quietly and turn to glance at her. As he looked down at her she seemed to slightly recoil as the look he gave made her feel a bit strange before coughing and placing her hands on her hips.

"The least you could do is apologize." Forty-seven stood there looking down at her then glancing up at the redhead who stood there like a deer in the headlights. He didn't know what she was talking about and really didn't care as he began seeing a resemblance as he now had closer look. She resembled the girl in the painting that he had seen with Schnee right before killing him. This must be the granddaughter of Alabaster Schnee and the heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation. He saw that her hand moved to the back of her head rubbing and she had closed his locker so the door must have tapped the back of her skull making it sting. The irony that the murderer of her grandfather was standing right before her, due probably didn't know as his death was not even a week ago.

Forty-seven sighed as he opened the door again grabbing both of his guns and slipping them both into the holsters at his side. He then reached inside and grabbed his black jacket taking it off the hanger and started putting it on.

"Forgive me, I didn't see you standing there." He said wanting to just end the conversation quick but that seemed to just make her more irritated. As he looked at her she pointed at him while he began buttoning the jacket.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No," Forty-seven stated going back to the locker and reaching inside grabbing his black leather gloves putting them on. He pulled on them making sure that they complete on as he clenched his hand. The heiress seemed to get even more angry from his response to her.

"I am Weiss Schnee heiress the Schnee dust company!" He already knows that but now he had a name while he finally grabbed his red tight and began to put it on.

"Alright." He said as she seemed to have a strange reason that made her stop and think for a second. He fixed his jacket and tie as he felt better wearing his suit, but he had a thought about if she remembered him. He did look a bit different wearing his suit and tie and having his hair tapered back, she could just not remember him at all. It was a bit strange about how a few changed to one's appearance could make them look different than they were before

"Can you please handle your friend?" Forty-seven asked as he looked at the redhead who seems to flinch as he speaks to her. She had a look in her eyes that was a sense of fear, not the fear of him but of something else that he didn't know. Weiss suddenly moved in front of him making him, again, looks down at her.

"Do you have any idea who this is!?" She motioned her hand towards the redhead who now wears a fake smile waving at him.

"No, I don't." Her eyes widen and she pointed back at the redhead still standing there now more worried than before.

"This is Pyrrha Nikos!" Her hand motioned to the redhead now known to him as 'Pyrrha Nikos' but it still didn't tell him anything.

"Who?" He didn't bother wasting time learning about who celebrities were, even those that he killed. They were nothing but names on a piece of paper that would soon be killed. A name was worthless as it was nothing more than to say you were 'somebody' and that was it. That name would help with nothing in a fight or battle and all it did was make you a target.

"She graduated the top of her class in Sanctum," Weiss stated as it was one of the many hunter training schools before the Academies, honestly it wasn't that much to go with of telling him who she was.

"Still never heard of her," Forty-seven said while he moved clipping his knife on his belt trying to speed this up, but it seemed that the Schnee wasn't taking his answer.

"Ah! She won the Mistral Regional Tournament four years in a row... a new record!" Weiss informed him as he glanced up at the redhead who still had on that fake camera smile that he had seen on celebrities or were on camera. It was actually quite annoying to see. He had never watched any tournaments and was not interested in watching hunters in training fight each other, he also never actually heard of that.

"The what?" He watched a there seemed to be steam coming out of her ears as the irritation was just building up inside. She suddenly began flailing her arms up and down fast making him step back.

"She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!" He stood there looking at her as Pyrrha had also taken a step back while she crossed her arms looking at him. He was for the first time ever in seventeen years stunned. He had never seen anyone react in such away over some person that he did not know. Was every single person here is this place like this or was it just the kind that was repeated to a Schnee?

He finished up grabbing all of his things as he slipped a few small vials of dust that was in powder form and placing them into a pocket. He closed the locker and took a breath walking past Weiss and standing in front of Pyrrha. He held out his hand and she seemed to be hesitant before shaking his hand as their gloves touched.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness Miss Nikos. I do not have any knowledge of who you are or any of your accomplishments but I do wish to know more about you if the chance arises." He said as she seemed to be in a moment of shock as the fake camera smile became one of genuine happiness.

"You can just call my Pyrrha," She let go as he began walking past them heading for the exit before hearing a voice calling out.

"Hey, Jason!" He heard Yang call out as he began walking faster hearing a woman announce for them to report to the cliffside.

"Oh, I'm so proud of my baby sister!" Athena squealed as she crushed Joan in a bear hug that made her back pop a few times as she just grit her teeth and let it go on before finally being released and dropped down to the ground before she began fixing her attire which was a white blouse while she wore a red sweater over it. She then fixed her red and black checkered skirt that had been messed up a bit due to her being lifted up suddenly. She was lucky enough that it was only her and not everyone else as she would have probably slipped a disk after being crushed in so many strong hugs.

She fixed her hair as it had been messed up a bit as the red glasses were pushed back up before glaring back at her older sister.

"How many times have I told you,"

"I know, I know but I'm just so happy for you! We all are!" She said smiling brightly making Joan also smile and feel the irritation melt away knowing that their family was proud of her for doing something like this. It was strange as she was suddenly asked last year by the headmaster to come and work at Beacon as a professor after earning her credentials to do it of course which only took a year for herself.

She was hesitant about it since she was a person that worked on many things at once, earning so many different degrees in many fields. Her mother also wasn't very pleased as their father had to hold her as she broke down after trying to kill the man when she saw him. She didn't know why she had such a sudden reaction as she kept muttering something that none of them could hear. After that Ozpin had spoken with her himself after her mother had been taken away, he wasn't very clear about the job's requirements.

She had thought about it and decided that she would do this and try to do more than just working on things all day. It was this or the offer to work in Atlas which she wasn't very fond of as they were a more strict type that had a bit of a ruthless side to it.

"Hey sis you ever get your stuff yesterday?" Athena asked as her stuff had been mixed up during the flight and she ended up with someone else's bag. Of course, she didn't open it as it didn't belong to her, but when she went to the workers they took the bag and told her to come back for it later. Luckily she did get her bag and hopefully, the person's bag she did get was able to get their's back.

"Yeah luckily," Jon responded while Athena nodded before bringing something else up.

"Hey, how do you feel about working here as a teacher?"

"Still a bit strange since I'm going to be teaching people who are the same age as me or are a bit older." She said as they walked through beacon together as Athena showed her around since she had graduated from her years ago. It was helpful, but they did move some stuff such as classes so she would have to learn those herself.

"Hey don't worry about it," Athena patted her back putting an arm around her pulling her close, she then felt the dark feeling coming from her older sister.

"Just make sure none of them try and put their hands on you or take advantage of you," Athena said as the arm around her began to slowly squeeze around her neck. She quickly slipped her arm out her sister's grip thanks to years of having to do it or suffer broken bones. She just couldn't believe what Athena was implying!

"Athena I promise you that nothing will happen to me so you have no such worries." She knew that their mother had said the same thing since she was going to a school filled with teenagers carrying around destructive weapons and raging with hormones. She was no different but she found no such interest in things like that, or even have thoughts of such things.

"Hey we all don't like you doing this anyway, but like we have all said before - we are proud. Even mom is proud of you she even went to Jaune and told him all about it." Athena said making Joan think about it. She was right seeing as she never unlocked her aura as there was no reason to and she was never in any real combat. She also didn't want her mother to worry too much about it as she always cared so much about her since her brother's death.

She never knew much about it until later when she was around ten and she met him. She could still remember that day clearly.

"Mom, why are you here?" Joan asked while she followed her mother who held a bundle of flowers that she had taken from her garden. They were all white roses that she had been growing for a while and had cut them just before bringing her here. She walked down a path leading from the house and out into the forest which she had seen her father go down many times along with her sisters, but she never did since they said it was something she didn't need to worry about.

As she followed her mother Joan saw that the path had been very old and was made with trees that were very old going all the way to an opening where she saw something at the end of it. Eventually, as they both entered the clearing she could see that it was well cared for with some flowers and trees that were planted while there sat a grave in the center. She had stopped and was looking around while her mother had kept walking towards the grave before she to followed her.

As she got closer she could see that the grave had the Arc family crest carved into the stone that was on the ground as the one standing had some writing in it.

'Jaune Arc September 5th, 2864'

She looked at the name, never heard of someone named Jaune. He was an Arc so was he a family member that passed away before she was born? If that's the case then why didn't she ever hear about him? And the date was the same year she was born but there wasn't another date on it telling when he died, so maybe that was the day it happened which was her birthday.

But then why didn't he have a date of birth engraved on it also?

Joan began walking towards it as her mother kneeled in front of it and placed the flowers down on the grave, she just stayed looking at the grave as Joan approached her staying quiet before standing behind her mom and hesitantly tapping her shoulder.

Joan bumped into someone taking her out of her memories as she looked up to see a man wearing a black suit walking past both her and Athena. He stopped and looked back at them both letting her get a look at him as he looked at her.

"Forgive me, I am on my way to initiation." He said as Athena held up her hand waving it off as nothing, luckily it wasn't Ellen who would have overreacted before he could have even said a word.

"Hey no sweat, right Joan?" Athena shoved her arm a bit making her nod as he did apologize so there was no harm, even if it wasn't really a problem.

"Yea, it's fine."

The guy nodded his head in thanks before continuing to walk off down the hall and turning a corner leaving both her and Athena alone. He seemed a bit strange to her as he seemed to want to get out quick as if he was being chased by something, suddenly she could hear more talking as they walked and saw a blond with a chest that could almost match up to her older sister Ellen. She walked over holding up her hand, she now noticed that there was a girl in her arm being carried like she was a bag or something.

"Hey, excuse me." She asked as Athena stepped up in front of her blocking Joan.

"Yeah?" She Athena asked her while the girl in the blonde's arm seemed to be pulling the hood of a red cloak she was wearing over her head.

"You saw a blonde about six foot, cold look in his eyes and wearing a black suit come this way?"

Both Joan and Athena pointed down the hall where they had seen him going as the blonde smiled.

"Heh, thanks! We were following him since he seemed to know where initiation was." The blonde said making Joan raise a brow hearing that. Weren't all students supposed to know their way around Beacon?

"Wait, lemme guess. You're a first year." Athena stated as the blonde just scratched the back of her neck chuckling. From her attire and personality, she must be the type that doesn't listen very much when people are speaking to her. Who knew psychology would come in handy for reading people?

"Yea, sorry about this I wasn't paying much attention to the announcement earlier. Was kinda busy trying to get the knots out of my hair without pulling any stands out."

"What about her?" Athena asked as Joan looked down at the smaller girl who seemed to try and hide with the hood due to what she could guess was the embarrassment of being carried around like luggage.

"Oh this is just my baby sis, she was thinking about something and zoned off while they were announcing that stuff."

"You mean she slept through it," Joan stated, that sounded like the same excuses her little sister's used when they were supposed to do something.

"Yea pretty much," The blonde then got elbowed in the side by the red-caped girl who seemed to be turning redder than before. The girl just chuckled while Athena pointed over her shoulder with a thumb raising a brow.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be going now?" The blonde then went wide eyes as she apologized and said thanks before sprinting off down the hall. Joan looked at her sister giving a blank expression.

"You know that he is probably far gone and they will get lost."

"Aaah, they'll be fine. The same thing happened to me when I was a first year and we had to capture Grimm." Athena said as she remembers pictures of when she snapped a pic of Angela who was trying to subdue the creature. Athena smacked Joan in the back knocking her forward a bit and making her catch her glasses before fixing them and glaring at her as she walked past.

"Come on Joan, let me show you around some more." She just smiled back as Joan sighed following her older sister. It was going to be another long day.

Forty-seven looked out at the vast forest below them as they all stood on the cliff, launch pads beneath their feet so that they may be launched off into the forest and retrieve the relics that the headmaster spoke of. He looked to his left and saw many of the first years that would be launched off into the forest most of them he hadn't seen except for everyone that he was currently, and sadly, acquainted with.

They were supposed to not hold back and destroy anything in their path or face death during this test. None of the instructors would step in and they would have to rely on themselves or whoever their partner is for the next four years. He had heard the cry of distress from Ruby as she heard this news and had begun panicking while Yang looked at him holding up a thumbs up before looking down at her sister and putting on a pair of sunglasses as she was launched off into the forest. As he waited he could feel someone looking at him and he knew who exactly it was. His eyes looked up to meet emerald colored ones that looked away when he looked into them. As the woman named Goodwitch looked away he saw that on the screen was his profile and transcripts which she quickly changed when he looked but she was slow and he saw them.

Ruby was then launched off as he waited while the gears below him were slowly turning preparing him for launch, then there was a click as it had been set much more than everyone else's.

"Excuse me," The headmaster suddenly poke making Forty-seven look up at him meeting his eyes as they sat behind the small spectacles which seemed to be more for reading than helping his eyesight. He looked over at Goodwitch who was also watching him as he stood up straight now instead of the stance that he had been using waiting to be launched. He did not respond and just stood there waiting as the headmaster seemed to reach over towards Goodwitch who placed the large scroll in his hand as he held it looking over the screen.

"I just wanted to have a moment to speak with you Mr. Arc." He sipped from that porcelain mug that was filled with, what he could smell, was coffee. He used a finger while still holding the mug and tapped on a part that made the transcripts that he used to pull up and let him read everything.

"I wanted to know something about you,"

"What would that be headmaster?" Forty-seven had to tread lightly so that he didn't seem suspicious or worse blow his cover. He had to watch every word that came from his mouth and answer with the information that he had memorized after learning everything on the file.

"I had seen you were missing years before you came to Beacon, would you care to explain?"

"There was no way of keeping any record that would help in filling that information, my village had been decimated by Grimm over twelve years ago."

"What about your parents?" He asked as Forty-seven quickly began to fabricate something within his mind that would cover that up as all he knew that his name came from his 'father' who was no longer alive.

"My father was killed that very day during the attack, a Nevermore ripped him in half with its claws. There were no hunters that day to protect us and everyone was slaughtered. Only a few were able to survive which were the ones that had run away or were able to keep themselves hidden from the Grimm as I was trapped under a building that had collapsed. I never knew my mother as she passed from complications at birth." He finished up as the headmaster sipped from his mug and tapped on something else.

"I see, and you were never able to get in touch with any of your family?" He questioned as Forty-seven stopped and thought about what he had said. A family? There was no such thing within the records such as relatives or siblings. It was just supposed to have been a completely fabricated life that could be disposed of when this was all over.

"You are an Arc so I believe that even your family would have known something." The headmaster had added while he was silent and looked down thinking. He had to think about something, but what could he think of about why he didn't know about more family? Then an idea came into his mind.

He looked up from the ground and back into the man's eyes speaking again.

"I never knew of any family that I had, my father never spoke of them or told me anything. If I had known about them then I would have gone and spoken with them but I never did so there was no way I could have ever known." Forty-seven stopped as he finished the lie and watched as he stood there looking into his eyes waiting before he handed the scroll back to Goodwitch and nodded.

"I see, please forgive me for bringing up such questions. I have to say that I thought you would have been much more hesitant."

"What reason would I have to be hesitant? The past is the past and there is nothing that I could do to change it and not answering would have only caused problems for myself." Forty-seven looked at the man as he looked at him with, sympathy? It was an alien look to him as he had never been given that look before. He had received many looks that went from anger, fear, broken, etcetera. But pity was never a look he had received before.

Suddenly there was the clicking sound of gears as he felt the launch pad under him move.

"Forgive me for wasting so much time, we are going to launch you a bit farther since many of the others will have already landed and have gotten farther. Good luck." The headmaster said as he was suddenly in the air feeling the wind rush past him and his body tumbling until he fixed himself and flew through the air. He looked and saw that there were a few still flying through the air as they used their weapons to propel themselves more while he glided over them looking around as he began to lose air and head down towards the forest.

He held his hand out and angled himself to move to an area with fewer trees so his landing would be much cleaner. His arms were held out helping him miniver until he put them to his side and making him fall faster until he turned and made his feet touch down on a branch of a tree first, the wood cracking and breaking apart from the sudden weight and force landing on it until he jumped and launched himself forwards jumping off trees still traveling ahead until he saw a black mass and aimed for it at his last jump and pulled the knife out as he slammed into it.

He stabbed his blade deep into the flesh as he could feel the bone armor press and crack against his body as he slid across the ground and turning the blade making the black blood spill until finally, he could feel it stop on the ground.

He pulled the blade out of what he now saw was the chest of a Beowulf, he had pierced its heart before completely tearing it apart after he twisted the blade inside. He looked down at his hand and saw that the blood on his glove was starting to evaporate and become smoke, the same for the Grimm as he jumped off of it and looked seeing the pack surrounding him. He saw that there were about twelve Beowolfs as he saw a larger one walking towards him, grabbing one of its own by the head and yanking it out of its way killing it as it smashed into a tree snapping its spine.

The beast growled looking at him as there were marks in its armor and body from many battles marking this Grimm as a much older one. The alpha Beowulf's body was covered with much more bone armor and spikes than the others.

Forty-seven reached into his jacket and gripped the handle of his pistol pulling it out as he flipped the blade around in his hand and waited for it to make the first move.