10-31-2017, 09:13 PM
The scruffy old man was on his way. Pyrrha watch him walk, or more like slowly hobble, around the dirt path she had just walked. He was most likely going to Darkshire to relieve himself of his newly found “riches”. Her meeting with him seemed ominously foreboding. She could feel something shifting in the wind, something worse than Grimm.
Her weapon lit with a black aura and hovered to her grasp. The sword extended outward into it’s spear form, which she took hold of in both hands. Her emerald eyes scanned the trees and dall dark grass every chance she got. Even if it was just superstition, she knew there were Grimm lurking in the area and she would be caught dead before she was caught off guard. Distant howling sounded over the clacking sound of her heels on stone.
The uneventful passage of time finally became eventful when she saw the farm on the horizon, luckily there were much less Grimm than her first visit. None to be precise. Her paces increased to a light jog after seeing her destination within reach. No less than 300 yards, something - or more precisely: Someone - jumped from the overgrown grass. He bore a bear’s skin on his head with it’s maw removed. As terrifying as he appeared, Pyrrha steeled herself and blocked the strike with Milo’s handle. Her heels shifted on the stone as she side stepped the axe and with quick rotational swing, the spear clotheslined the back of the man's head sending him stumbling forward. Her aegis glided into it’s designated place on her forearm which she held forward.
“I’m not looking for trouble.” Pyrrha states, hoping to avoid conflict if necessary. Her grip on Milo tightened. “For what reason would you attack a stranger on the road when there are already much more treacherous beasts lurking around?”
The man let out a diseased snarl that chilled even Pyrrha’s bones. His horribly dissolved skin was more horrifying than the animalistic growl. Whatever he was, it wasn’t anything human or faunus, at least not anymore. More of his “kind” spawned from the bushes and surrounded the huntress in wide circle. They growled their ugly snarls at her with a frightful hunger. Although fear welled in the huntress’s core, she stood firm and focused with weapon in hand. Grimm or men, she was trained to handle large groups of enemies and this would be no different from any other battle, right?
Her weapon lit with a black aura and hovered to her grasp. The sword extended outward into it’s spear form, which she took hold of in both hands. Her emerald eyes scanned the trees and dall dark grass every chance she got. Even if it was just superstition, she knew there were Grimm lurking in the area and she would be caught dead before she was caught off guard. Distant howling sounded over the clacking sound of her heels on stone.
The uneventful passage of time finally became eventful when she saw the farm on the horizon, luckily there were much less Grimm than her first visit. None to be precise. Her paces increased to a light jog after seeing her destination within reach. No less than 300 yards, something - or more precisely: Someone - jumped from the overgrown grass. He bore a bear’s skin on his head with it’s maw removed. As terrifying as he appeared, Pyrrha steeled herself and blocked the strike with Milo’s handle. Her heels shifted on the stone as she side stepped the axe and with quick rotational swing, the spear clotheslined the back of the man's head sending him stumbling forward. Her aegis glided into it’s designated place on her forearm which she held forward.
“I’m not looking for trouble.” Pyrrha states, hoping to avoid conflict if necessary. Her grip on Milo tightened. “For what reason would you attack a stranger on the road when there are already much more treacherous beasts lurking around?”
The man let out a diseased snarl that chilled even Pyrrha’s bones. His horribly dissolved skin was more horrifying than the animalistic growl. Whatever he was, it wasn’t anything human or faunus, at least not anymore. More of his “kind” spawned from the bushes and surrounded the huntress in wide circle. They growled their ugly snarls at her with a frightful hunger. Although fear welled in the huntress’s core, she stood firm and focused with weapon in hand. Grimm or men, she was trained to handle large groups of enemies and this would be no different from any other battle, right?
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