That Night...?

[Yukika Inoue]

The white blankness disappeared, but what emerged on the other side of the portal was no more pleasant. An open field of overgrown grass. The only notable landmark was a blackened shape in the distance that was some kind of structure. Most likely civilization, that would be a great place to start some questioning. Maybe she would find some information on herself in the process.

The red-headed warrior’s hands hummed like an over-powered magnet and flashed slightly black as her weapon and shield floated into her hands. The shield locked into her bracer with a reassuring click leaving her left hand free. She should stay careful, in her condition she was in a weak and vulnerable state. Even so, she still remembered how to fight. Her heels left indents behind her in the dirt as she worked her way toward the mysterious structure.

It didn't take very long for something to hone in on her, and it wasn't the encounter she was expecting. No more than ten minutes after her entrance to the verse, she saw a large group of blackened creatures as dark as the dead of night in hell. Only word found it’s way out of her mouth when memories flushed through her head like a bursting dam of water exploding into a waterfall.

“Grimm.” She uttered to herself almost inaudibly. They were attacking a small farm and she happened to be close by. Without a moment's hesitation, the huntress charged into battle. Flashes of a dark night lit only by the broken moon and dim fires that had collected around her from devastation of these creatures. A woman in three pieces and a girl dressed in black and red. Her eyes trailed towards the sky, seeing the crow-like Grimm cawing from their kingdom in the air.

The Xiphos in her hand extended past its extents of a sword and became a spear. She took it under hand and launched into one's face. The metal stuck into the Nevermore’s neck and it dropped from the sky like a sack of potatoes. It careened down towards her and slammed into the grassy plain next to her. A black aura surrounded Miló and returned to her hand. That got the attention of nightmare beings. At least ten of them, Beowolves they come to mind as they charge towards her, completely forgetting about the barn filled with miscellaneous farm animals. Other beings - Creeps? - blasted from the ground, spraying dirt up like brown mist. Just another day in the life of a huntress.

Her weapon came to life again, switching back to it’s Xiphos mode. As her blade ran deep through the dark creatures of Grimm, images of that night kept flooding her mind. Who were these people she was seeing? What is going on during this night that she keeps seeing in her mind? The bashing of her shield in the face of a Beowolf brought her back to her into the fight. Her sword impaled the black beast it's mechanical sound extended through the Beowolf’s body piercing its deadly javelin point through its back. Forcing her enemy back, she jammed the end through another one and into the ground, which she pole vaulted over taking her spear with her. The rest fell just as easily as those two. Metal meeting flesh - or whatever it is Grimm have - more than once. The precision of the famed Pyrrha Nikos was undeniable. The invincible woman cut through enemies as if she was mowing the lawn. When the smoke cleared from the last dissipation of the final Grimm. The huntress took a deep breath and yelled out to the sky.

“Who am I?!”