Huh?
After walking for hours, I haven't crossed paths with a single Grimm. You'd have thought I would, but this part of the forest is deserted of life.
Nothing? The forest's silent atmosphere is worrying, but everything seems clear to me. There are no sounds of Grimms, just the faint sound of my breathing in the forest. In this world, I thought I'd encounter some crazy adventurer like in those books I read, but I can't confirm those thoughts. There could be Grimms; it's only been a few hours since I left the cabin. It's best if I keep walking until I reach some part of the forest with life or Grimms.
[An hour later, part of the forest regained its life and activity, seamlessly as if nothing had happened. With the wave of sounds echoing, I was able to give myself a clear view. The sounds of animals returning meant Grimm's might be close. It was best to put that theory to the test. After saying that, I made my way hunting for the closest signs of any kind of Grimm's. Still finding nothing, I decided to take a rest on a huge rock in the forest. Minutes passed, yet something was off. The sounds of life were now fading, which was worrying. Sometimes, passing time felt like an eternity. Now, the forest, once blossoming with life, was dead silent. If I wasn't worried, then now should be a good time too. After saying that, I cleared my mind of all my thoughts and focused. In this clear mind, I heard faint sounds that were barely audible. It was like life's footsteps, tones circling me. But the big question was, why couldn't I pick up their location around me?
As if to answer me, howls echoed out, appearing around me everywhere. Um, ah? I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky to have this many wolves surrounding me. Oh wait, I forgot: they weren't wolves, but even worse, a pack of Beowolfs. My luck was running out.
*howl*
Okay, you big bad Beowolf, no need to fight. Who am I kidding? I did ask for a fight, so there's no point chickening out now. Even though I'm a bit scared to admit it. So let's see, there's somewhere around thirty of them, and one me. I'm dead at most. From what I can see, they've surrounded me fully before I even had time to notice.
The ability of the waves can only help me so far. By then, the moment of darkness when the ability is cooling down, that's my weakness. I must be precise and predict my enemies' movements. Every attack counts in this situation.
I got thirty seconds of light from the waves to spot and memorise their location. You may think it's easy to memorise something, yes, it is easy, but the thirty seconds to remember thirty moving things, no, it isn't. There's a cooldown between my echolocation ability, a ten-second wait. I can see the target's next movements before fading into complete darkness, but that only gives me three seconds to remember. So I'm left in the darkest to predict their next movements for seven seconds.
Enough chit-chatting, let's get started.
Say that, five of them were already on the move, closing the gap for the killing blow. My passive skill, [battle instincts], kicked into action. My inexperience with fighting and my movement in combat smoothed out like ice. The first enemy's attack was blocked and countered back with a heavy punch to the jaw, removing it from its owner. From what I'm capable of doing, it was unclear to make of the situation. They had armour in a few spots, but it wasn't clear if it was helping them.
A second enemy approached from behind. I would die if I wasn't swift. But saying that my movements were unpredictable, I missed them and met a roundhouse kick, sending them flying.
I'm a bit surprised by my passive skills. The moment of marvelling at my abilities to do all the work was short-lived. Thirty seconds later, darkness was approaching as my body faded away. I could still remember their last location, but I probably had about seven seconds before my next wave. It was best to make use of my situation.
As I awaited the darkness, I sensed danger approaching. Three Grimms attempted to bite down on me, one aiming for my head. In time, my body moved, skilfully avoiding their attacks, but I wasn't able to dodge most of them. I was unlucky to be backed into an attack that bit down on my arm. Faint sounds of bones breaking and whimpers could be heard. Using my hand, I tore the head off Beowulf from my arm. All my force, I ripped the Grimm's mouth open forcefully. In my attempt to get free, I ripped its jaw off and stocked it to my arm. Then, I kicked the Grimm's body away to the side of me, removing the jaw as well. With another wave, I was able to see the rest of the Grimms' locations. After a few more hours of dealing with them, I managed to kill half of them.
With every passing moment, my movements became more refined. Other Grimms appeared, and every thirty seconds, they would fade into the darkness, leaving me for seven seconds of silence.
The last of the Grimms moved even faster, preparing for the killing blow. Some moved high, while others attacked low. Most occupied high rocks in the forest, giving them the advantage of the high ground. The others on the ground were more likely to be distractions.
Their closing in on me, but before they could attack, I made the first move. I kicked them in the face, severing their heads from their bodies.
My battle instincts guided my attack. With splitting kicks, I removed the heads of two Grimms. I felt like a weapon, every attack I made a killing blow. My vision faded in and out as I massacred them.
As I finished off the rest of the Grimms, a howl could be heard. Twenty more Grimms appeared from the shadows. Without waiting, I attacked skilfully, dodging their attacks and countering them with my own. I killed them in one shot, after hitting them in their weak spots.
After a slow and tedious battle, I managed to kill them all. However, I now have a problem with the blood on me. I'm not sure if it's blood or tar. Do Grimm's even bleed? As if to answer my thoughts, 2b replied, "unknown." Not knowing the answer made it clear what I had to do.
It's best if I find a river to wash this stuff off me. As I said, I ventured off again this time, hoping not to cross paths with Grimm's and find a river.
[Four hours later]
After some hours, I finally found a river. But something came to mind: how big is the forest? I've been walking for hours, and the tar-like blood is all over me. It's like stone now. As I reach the river, I quickly wash the tar-like blood off my body and hands.
Those Grimm's will not be forgotten. That was a battle to remember. They gave a good fight, or so I think they did.
*bing*
[System update]
2b notifies me, "You have obtained 30 stat points." Ah, okay, that's a great start. I'll just save that for later. After saying that, something is approaching. Seconds later, a huge roar can be heard a mile away. Two giant bears came the other side of the river.
Okay, so these are Grimm's bears. What are those Grimm's?
2b: The names of those Grimm's are Ursa.
[Ursa stats]
Small info: mostly tank-like and slow, but deadly with their attacks.
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Rank: C
HP: [700 / 700]
Attack: 300
Def: 100
Res: 0
Exp: 10
Bounce: 40 Rep
Extra: 200 stat points
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Huh, okay?