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Let me first explain that I am not the Author of Skyward Remnants… I am his Brother. You may call me…. BloodyAbyss.

I am the Author of this story, and editor to Skyward Remnants. So no worry's my brother will still mainly be focusing on his story.

Aside from that Welcome… Now let me put this down on paper right here right now

This is a three-way crossover, Between Bloodborne, RWBY and Dark Souls.

Let it also be said… That I have never beaten/played… Dark Souls

( A ball is thrown at my head as I narrowly dodge.)

Well fuck you too haters. I was going to say that I have played Bloodborne, but you jumped the gun. Speaking of Guns...

(Picks up Evelyn, Fires blindly at a hater)

Take that Asshole.

Anyways, this prologue is kind of like the trailer… except shorter because they kill everything in thirty seconds. I won't keep this trend, but for a fight that is literally against mindless Grimm… it's an easy win.

Also… I kind of gave them an upgrade. Meaning they are stronger and faster than any human can possibly do… in their own worlds.

Cause really, these guys might go up against some unfair beings. *cough* Rom, Micolash *cough* But these guys have literal shields over their entire being… that deserves an upgrade at least.

That's all I can really give you, seeya next time.

Blood Moon and Dead Sun

To think, this is what beautiful night's have become. A symphony of screams and roars. This has been going on, for as long as man can remember… well maybe not that long, but we only know how it began.

It all started at the very edge of Yharnam, past a grand forest. It's name was simply Bergenwerth, the school of Blood. They studied it, trying to find as many ways to use it for good as possible. So they tried to find as much special blood as humanely.

It all began with a tomb and it's contents. Sadly it wasn't just a tomb… it was a tomb made for gods long ago. How immortal beings died is far beyond me, but man was never the smartest of beings. Inside of it was not only the body's of the 'Gods', but there blood. So they sent their greatest scholars and their strongest men. Sadly that was their first mistake.

The Tomb was protected by beasts cursed to watch the eroded cavern. They were unstoppable, no human had ever gotten past the cursed pace… until one hundred years ago, when two scholars came back. No one knew the second scholar, and he was written off as unimportant. But every respected citizen of Yharnam knew the first scholar.

Laurence the First Vicar, the Prodigy of Bergenwerth. He had went into the tomb with just a friend and came back with a grand prize. Old Blood, the Blood of Gods. For he was smart enough to do so.

After many test's of the blood, it was shown as a medicine. Suddenly, the weak would become strong and the strong became Gods. Life in Yharnam was good… until the fateful day when one man took up a woodcutter's axe.

"Beast! F-f-foul Beast!" Speaking of the Huntsman and you shall receive. I took out a simple knife, and threw it at the location where the Huntsman's voice came from, without looking at it, confident in my skill.

With a soft thud, I knew the beast was dead. But an even better question was this… Where was I in my story? Tomb… Laurence… Blood… Oh right the first beast! Now this was, but one of the many new beast popping through out Yharnam. Each one was popping out from everywhere… and they were all hungry for blood.

For four night's this went on, the people of Yharnam slowly losing their sanity to the blood. It was on this fifth night that the courageous people of Yharnam had enough. Sadly instead of going after the Beast's, they went to the one who gave them the blood instead… The Healing Church, founded by the First Vicar. All of Yharnam blamed him for the troubles it was now having.

So they went to the Cathedral Ward, to confront the Vicar… But they were intercepted by a Single Man… His attire formal and light, yet giving off an ominous feel, similar to that of a beast.

"Don't worry." He said his voice smooth and confident, as he walked by the horde of man. "Man will still live on in this forsaken night… For tonight… A hunter finally joins."

His name was Gehrman, and the rest is a history of blood and beasts.

This is the reason for the God awful night… Yet I couldn't help, but feel that this night was made just for me. That I was made to Hunt beast's with blade in hand. For even in the Gothic Landscape of Yharnam, there was still hope. One more… Just one More.

Tonight… The Moon Presence die's. And Tomorrow… The hunt will be a little easier.

Why does this always happen to those who are Chosen. I mean really! First, I wake up in some type of asylum. Beat some type of… I don't know Asylum Demon, which isn't as easy as you think. Was taken away by a Gwyn-damned crow! Then was told to fight against multiple people and demons to find a Kiln, which I thought was some kind of cooker. Went to the past, and killed everyone's favorite Hero. Met Marvelous Chester, that cheap fucking bastard. Oh and let's not forget the simple fact that…

I AM NOW ETERNALLY ON FUCKING FIRE!

This really isn't my Day!... or year… I don't know, it felt like years!

… That being said there were some good things that came from this adventure. I got to fulfill my role as a knight. Learned how to use a Bow from Gough. Got some stealth tips from Ciaran, even if she was kind of a bitch. Killed the toughest challenge all undead face when going to the kiln AKA Executioner Smough and Dragon Slayer Ornstein. Fought a Giant Wolf, I didn't know it was Sif I swear! And Killed a God… Who slayed Dragons… Yeah.

Still pale's to my greatest discovery… turn's out I can no longer get killed by drinking… Let's just say I was drinking 24 barrels Mead in a single sitting, hell I don't even get drunk, so there was no need to worry about Hangovers!

Oh and gained these baby's. Artorias's Greatsword, cursed version might I add. And the Abyss Greatsword, taken from the AbyssWalker himself...Yeah, they're great. I was sad when obtaining the Abyss Greatsword though.

Artorias was the greatest of knight's. He was one of those knights that everyone wished to be like.

Kind, honorable, strong and most importantly loyal… Sadly, he stared to far into the abyss. And most know what happens when you stare for to long.

I aspired to be like him. Slaying all that wish to end the great age of fire. Or those who would use it for something worse.

Nito, the first of our kind, who wished to make the land in his own image… Dead.

The Witch of Izaneth, and her daughters. The people who used flames, to cause calamities. Teaching man there enticing destruction.

Gwyn, God of Sunlight, who wished to free man from the Ancient Age. The Age of Dragons. Turned Hollow, by his daughter's own selfishness.

The one without scales. Seath, who wished to claim what was taken. Seath who wished to become immortal, like his brothers… Betrayed his own, out of pride and lust.

And so began the Age of Fire.

And here I was … an undead knight trying to obtain his dream, despite everything going against him. A curse, man, gods and a destiny crafted around said curse… to burn forever, for the sake of people who wished to kill me…

What an Honorable end, for a dishonorable existence.

And so I burned.

I continued to walk in the ruined remains of Yharnam. It's Gothic interior, striking fear into everyone who entered. What with it's tall imposing spires, and buildings filled to the brim with ruin. The street's overcome with dead animals, or their mutated versions. The sewers filled to with the rotting corpses of man… Which still smelled better than the actual sewer for some reason… It was probably because of that man-eating pig, roaming around the sewer…

No, it's probably feces, combined with that of the rotting Men.

To me… it was a nuisance to be scared of this place. Even with all the beasts, it was still not a novelty experience of fear. You want a novelty experience of fear, It's simply called the Nightmare Frontier… Wait, Yahra'gul… No Nightmare of Menis… Forrbiden Woods?

I'd say all of them are really good places to be afraid of.

I climbed the ladder up towards Central Yharnam. Trying to reach the ethereal lantern of the Hunters Dream. It was time, I delayed long enough trying not to fight that damned Moon Presence. Finally reaching the top of the ladder, I lifted myself up, ready.

I could feel it, the fear and uncertainty coursing through my veins. Thankfully, after a literal night of nightmare inducing labor, I was okay. Yet before walking to the lantern, I turned around and looked at the view on top of the ladder.

It was breathtaking. From here you can see Yharnam without fear of being mauled by beasts. It's grand towers outlined by the crimson moonlight. Though if anything, I would have preferred it if it was a regular Moon.

This was the first true look I ever had of Yharnam… When I first entered this Hunt. I was just a single man wanting… something, I could no longer remember what it was. It has been too long in this endless night.

I remembered him, the man waiting at the window… Gilbert. He was the first sane man I met… and one of the few who I didn't wish to kill after five seconds after they spoke.

It was sad… that he had to die. His sickness, turning him into a Beast Patient. The weakest of the beasts, yet one of the swiftest.

I was sad to say, that it was one of the hardest beasts I have come upon… it took me ten minutes to stop hesitating to kill… I guess I know why Dujia became retired, he could no longer deal with the hesitation.

But… that's the life of a Hunter. To kill and to hunt, no matter who it was.

Taking one final look, I turned around…

Only to be met with a giant, grotesque, six fingered gray hand. The accursed hand of an Amygdala.

How long has it been, since I breathed in air. How long has it been, since I have drunk anything. How long has it been since the screams began.

To all of those, I say to long.

It has been an eternity since it happened, yet I still remembered it. Despite the pain, I held on to everything that I deemed important. My swords and armor, which have not been destroyed by fire, somehow. Who I am, and most importantly… My hope and faith.

I stayed there, kneeling. My skin burning and my stale blood boiling, yet my appearance did not change… I still had my humanity… I was no monster.

Suddenly I felt something… what was that? It had been so long, that I have forgotten. It spread through the entirety of my left arm, making it's way to the rest of my body. As it reached my elbow, it started dawn on me… it was the cold.

The cool, refreshing chill of the wind, how long has it been. Still, even in my undead body, the cool surrounded me. But I could not think of that… all I could think about was, one thing…

Could this mean Freedom?

Slowly the chill moved towards the many locations of my body. Until, after an eternity, it consumed my whole body.

Slowly I moved my hand up from my side. The movement was slow and uncomfortable, yet I still moved it. I looked at it, the armor plating only marred by the scars of my adventure.

I started to stand up from my kneeling position. I was constantly shaking from the effort, and it didn't help that I had armor on. Though I could do it, I beat a God how hard can standing be.

When I was about halfway through said standing, I fell flat on my face.

'Apparently very hard.' I mused to myself.

Yet I did not mind, the dirt was cool. It was heaven compared to the fire I endured. I moved my hand to the ground once again, pushing my whole body up from the cold dirt. It was difficult, my arm felt like it was just crushed under Smough's enormous size. Despite that I lifted myself up from the ground. Standing on my own two feet. I remained there, standing.

Then I grabbed my Cursed Greatsword from the sheath from my back, it's blade a huge comfort in my hand. I slowly moved it to the ground, using it like a crutch made for Hawkeye Gough.

Then I looked up, and saw something that I haven't seen in a long time. What Nito's curse tried to destroy… Life.

Groggily, I stood up. My hand instantly reaching for the blade at my side. I slowly looked around, at my new location.

It was a simple cave, to dark for any normal person to see in, with a single opening. The stones were unnaturally smooth as if someone, or something, made them. I turned my head to the sides looking for anything else of note.

Scratches aligned the entirety of the walls, along with bones of previous victims. What ever lived here was a beast of sorts. From what I know of the Nightmare, it's probably a grotesque combination of a wolf and some other type of enemy.

Sadly, or naturally in some people's opinion, I didn't want to face anything as of yet. So I made my way to the cave's opening.

Damn that Amygdala, I slayed one of your kind before I'll do it again.

I moved silently, as to not arouse any type of beast that could be in the cave. I also unsheathed my latest weapon, in case of any fights that could breakout. I started to reach the cave's entrance, a pale light entering the dark crevice.

It was no surprise, the Nightmares always had the Pale moon… I always liked the Moon, it's pale light always pretty in the otherwise endless night. Alright, let's see what this Nightmare looks like.

I bet all of my knifes that the land was made from stolen faces of man.

Who knows, I could encounter something I've never seen before.

And when I exited the cave, all I could see was the Moon's shattered remains.

I continued walking through it, the life of this new realm. Flowers, each one brighter than the Sun. Birds, their songs even greater than the Bards of Gods. The Tree's taller than even Gough and Smough on top of each other, their life graced with beauty.

A forest, that was the word. I have seen a many woods, but none filled with this much life. Only demons and the dead willing to take it for themselves.

It's been an hour since my new found freedom. Sadly, I only seemed to have gone about a mile, Good news is that I can now walk without support.

Even better news, I have not seen a Demon in about a mile… Great progress!

Wait… oh no… I forgot if you say anything like that you-

"Someone, help!"

-Tempt the fates… Gwyn-Dammit. I make my way over to the voice, as quickly as my weak legs allowed me to.

After a minute of both running and wobbling, I found the general location in which the Voice came from… it was at the bottom of the cliff I was standing on. From what I could tell, it was a thirty foot drop. At the bottom was a single woman, around the age of thirty. Anything other detail was blurred from the distance between us. And in front of her was a bear like creature.

It was moving towards the woman. It's roar, filled with that of power. Prior history telling me, what she was going to become. If I do not stop that foul demon, she will most likely become Undead.

I couldn't let her share my horrible fate.

I wondered how I would get down there as fast as possible. I was thinking of jumping, but I could probably di-...wait a minute. I'm freaking Undead, why am I so worried about death, stupid habit's!

And so I jumped.

Okay… What?! I know the Nightmare was messed up, but I didn't think it involved destruction of celestial Bodies! How did that even happen!

To even think about even harming an entire section would require a huge amount of force even bigger than the normal cannon, so it would have to have at least a multitude cannon balls firing making a giant explosions of major porpoti-

Damn it I'm rambling! Why does this always happen when something I once deemed impossible was to come up… Like when I died and I was still here… I don't want to get into that.

"Mommy!"

What the hell… What kind of child is outside on the night of the hunt… Hell what is he doing in the nightmare! I smell a possible trap… this has Patches written all over it. I remember his last… 'prank'. I was trudging in that poisonous river for thirty minutes!

I lost all of my, antidotes and blood vials! Let's not even get into that damned frenzy causing Brain. That was my first encounter with the prey known as… the Winter Lantern. I let out an unintentional shiver as I remembered it in full, terrifying detail.

So naturally, I wanted revenge.

'I wanna see that spider surprised, when I stab a knife through his throat.' I thought calmly, not at all surprised by my train of thought.

I silently, but quickly, start to make my way to the voice. Hoping to find Patches and kill him… or to save the, possible, child from dying.

I hope I was well prepared for this nightmare.

Cause if I wasn't… I'll have to kill the beast's over and over until I do… Not that I mind, but the beasts would certainly know fear by the end of it.

Is this how it ends… being killed while looking like for my lost son. I thought I taught him well enough to never wander off alone. But, low and behold he ran off, believing himself to be a Grim Slayer despite a single year of training at Signal. Now he's out there, all alone.

Like any good Mother I went to search for him, despite the warnings of many on lookers. Sadly I was cornered by a group of bear like Grimm. Their red eyes sending fear throughout my entire body.

I could no longer move or even think, as all of their eyes were trained on me. It was only a matter of time until they come to kill me like an animal.

The one in the front started to move forward, sending even more fear into my system. It's steps causing large quakes in the ground. Suddenly, the beast roared. It was a mighty, terrifying thing. I flinched, closing my eyes and turning my head to the side.

All I could do was wait for it to come.

Despite my coming death, I heard something a whoosh of air. Oh great, was another Grimm coming to kill me. From the sky n-

Next thing I hear was the sound of a mighty crash, and the snapping of bones.

Slowly, I opened my eyes finding myself untouched by the fierce claws of the Grimm. Instead I saw a man kneeling over the Grimm like it was a small ant. A sword, far too long for any practical use, stabbed through it like a spike.

The sword was a glorious piece of work, yet I could tell it was slightly damaged. The guard of the sword was almost nonexistent, the parts of it long gone. The butt of the sword, which resembled a spike, was almost gone from the swords handle. The blade even had some chips in it.

Other than that, the blade was absolutely beautiful. It was a light blue in the center of the blade, and slowly transitioned to black at the edge of the blade. The guard's extension appeared to have a dark grey wolf embezzled on it, elegantly. Yet despite it's beauty, the blade gave off a feeling not unlike the Grimms.

They only knew death.

Slowly, my eyes traveled to the person wielding the humongous blade… Except I couldn't actually see him.

From head to toe he was covered in armor, each piece connecting to the other perfectly. On his head sat a single helmet, covered by a deep blue shroud keeping his face concealed. The metal parts were aligned and crafted to look similar to a wolf's face. A knight's plume shot out from the end of the armor, giving the wolf design a sort of tail.

In many parts of the helm, there were pieces missing and faded, making it look like he went through thousand's upon thousands of battles non-stop. A blue cape billowed in the soft breeze of the forest, also tattered due to constant battles.

On his Chest he wore a simple piece of chain mail, hidden under a thick piece of cloth. It was also deep blue, but with multiple rune like structures at the front. On his right shoulder was a thick shoulder guard, a pauldron if my memory was correct. On his arm, he wore simple grey metal gauntlets that seemed to have a bone design on it's outer piece.

Finally, his leggings were similar to that of the helm. A blue cloth, tattered by battle with leggings barely concealing the flesh hidden underneath it.

Suddenly a squelching sound, similar to that of squashing a tomato, was heard throughout the entire field. I looked towards the source, and saw the Huntsman turning the blade inside of the Grimm. For a reason I couldn't Fathom.

I had almost lost my lunch from just looking at it.

"Alright…" a low and gravelly voice said. Suddenly the Hunter moved, withdrawing the sword from the Grimm. Placing it on his right shoulder. "Who's next?" The Huntsman finished.

One of the Grimm roared, a show of strength to the huntsman.

"Ahh…" he said, slowly pacing forward. Similar to a wolf finding it's prey. "I guess, I can make do with you." He said in a cocky tone, not unlike my Son's... Except there was a big difference.

One could back it up.

Sonic and the Black Knight

"Fight the Knight"

And so with another mighty roar the Grimm charged.

There were ten of them, each one bigger than the last. Yet the knight stood there, his armor reflecting the sunset's epitome of colors.

Suddenly, with a mighty quake of the earth, the blade was on the ground once more. This time the entirety of it's length found it's way into two of the bear-like Grimm.

Yet, a single Grimm snuck up on him! I tried to scream at him to look out. But my voice barely worked from the terror in my veins. But my warning was unneeded.

With a grunt of effort, he swung his sword horizontally. Killing the beast… Along with the other three Grimm trying to surround him. Their brutalized corpse sent flying.

"Is this all you demons got?" His voice filled with confidence. Yet despite that, I could see the slight tremble in his stance. Was he weakened, or was the sword just that heavy.

Slowly he walked towards the largest Demon. After he was about halfway to said Grimm, another of it's kind jumped out from behind it. Probably desperate to eat the Huntsman's flesh.

Yet both were destroyed, in the most brutal and graceful way possible. The Huntsman went to cut the first one in half, vertically. Then he proceeded to jump, forcing a front flip. Then with a mighty slam of the ground, the biggest Grimm was mutilated. Along with the striking one, whose body was cut mid air.

Suddenly, two Grimm pounced. The Huntsman, who noticed a second too late, moved to block the blow with his sword. But sadly, he was to slow.

The last two Grimm got a hit. I was about let out a scream of terror, until I heard something. A clang of metal. The armored Huntsman, blocked them with his fully armored right arm.

Each opponent was struggling against the other, using their strength to kill the other.

The struggle remain for another two second. Before he threw them off, with a grunt of effort. Each one going a fair distance. He rushed forward, his sword at his side ready for a stab.

Finally reaching the Grimm, he gave of a grunt of effort. His blade taking the chance given to it. With a simple shove, the Grimm was shish kabobed.

"Nine down…" He growled, as he retrieved the sword from the Grimm. Slowly he turned his head to the final Grimm.

It was backing away, it's slight intelligence coming through. Yet I could already tell that it will die. A swift, yet brutal death.

"One coward to go…" And with great strength, that probably took many years. Threw the mighty blade at the Grimm.

The monster barely had any time to react, before it found the blade imbedded into it's body.

Yet the blade kept moving through the air, sounding like a small tempst as it passed by. I continued to look at the sword, as it finally stopped at a tree… which was now cut in half by the blade.

Slowly the tree fell down, it body creating a small earthquake as it landed.

My eyes moved back to my savior, his armor dazzling in the setting sun. Like it was meant to bask in it.

"W-who are you?" I asked, my mouth moving on it's own. Asking the question that was at the top of my mind.

It's not like I haven't seen a Huntsman before. In fact, a great friend of mine was a Huntsman. While he was good, and I was saying it lightly. He didn't show as much experience as the man standing before her.

The man's attention turned to me, his face still covered by the shroud over his helmet. And, with strength and grace, walked over to me. As he finally reached me, he extended his hand. And finally spoke his name.

"I am Mors Ignis… Pleased to save you, Miss.

I can't believe it. How stupid am!? I thought I was ready to fight! I may be fifteen, but I am in the top of my class at Signal. I was gifted at fighting, with my sword and pistol combination.

It was nothing much, just the gun's barrel coming out of the handle. Made it easy to kill Grimm, you just stab and shoot.

Yet… I messed up. I was trying to stab a Beowulf, a Grimm in resemblance to a wolf. Next thing I know, a second Beowulf tackled me from the side.

Now here I am, weaponless, semblance-less, and without Aura… Basically I did what any child would do in this situation.

Run, and scream for Mother… sadly I screamed 'Mommy!' out of old habit's. I kept running, my legs screaming in agony from being overused. I looked behind me, and instantly regretted doing so.

One Alpha, nine beta's. That was all I needed to know, and started running even faster. I kept moving in a serpentine motion, hoping to lose the trail.

I can make it, I kept telling myself. I can make it, I can make it, I can m-... And with a strong pull on my ankle, I met the ground.

I tried to get up, going at the fastest speed I could manage. My raspy breathing in my ears… then I realized that, I could feel the breath.

Right… Beh...ind… me… Slowly all of my thoughts stopped. I could feel it, dread gripping my heart. No that was wrong… it was if death's hand was already claiming it.

Despite myself, I turned my head around. My eyes saw it… the Alphas maw close to my head. It's breath, as vile as the decomposing carcasses it eats.

Not only that, but it's red eyes that only seemed to know one thing… Kill. Suddenly, everything was shaking I couldn't understand why though.

Wait… no I was wrong once again… I was the only one shaking. I was scared, scared for my short life.

'Mom… I'm sorry.' I said, a single tear rolling down my cheek. As the Alphas paw reached upwards. I closed my eyes, hoping for my death to be quick, and painless.

Then a single gunshot, was heard throughout the deep entangled woods… which was then quickly followed by squelch, of something penetrating flesh.

"Huh… This is strange?" A voice said, sounding eerie and wise. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Then I saw him.

The Grim Reaper, with his hand plunged through the Grimms chest. But he was dressed differently than most depict him.

On his head was a simple triangle hat, with wing like appendages coming from the back. It was black at the tip of the hat, and slowly went to an ash white. It truly seemed to compliment his bluish, silver hair, which was about shoulder-length. His right eye was covered by a bandage. While his left eye was covered by his hair.

His fore-arms and legs were covered in a fine silver metal. It had a simple purpose, to be quick and protective.

But what was most eye-catching was the simple Garb he wore. It was a trench coat, torn and faded. It was incredibly thick cloth, almost thick enough to block a light hit. Underneath was a simple black vest. Surrounding his neck was a faded, crimson red scarf.

Similar to that of a ninja, he had the scarf over his nose. Effectively blocking any recognition of his face. Yet, the most intriguing thing on him were his weapons.

Now, I may be no weapon geek, but I know a good weapon. And this isn't one of them. This was one of the most beautiful swords I have ever seen.

It was curved like a crescent moon, and about half his height. It was ancient, yet still held beauty beyond anything else. At the base and side facing towards the hunter, was a large dent in the blade. Yet it was also sharpened, for reason's I couldn't say. The handle was just a curved handle, with tape wrapped around it. A small mechanism lay at the end of the blade, its purpose unknown.

The other thing was a gun. A finely crafted, single shot flintlock. It was a deep auburn color, with a long brass barrel. The barrel had multiple designs on it, what they are I do not know.

On his back was a simple piece of finely crafted wood. It's purpose unkown to me.

But what interested me was the object, covered in cloth. Sadly, with the amount of cloth surrounding it, you could barely see the object. But it had to be a weapon. What else could it have been.

"No blood." The Reaper said curiously, hand still within the Beowulf. "I'm fine with that." He stated threateningly. His current expression unknown.

"You won't stain my clothes, with your filthy innards."

Set it Off

"Nightmare"

With a pull of the huntsman's arm, the rib cage was torn from the body. The sound was terrible, as I heard multiple snapping sounds. He flicked his wrist to the side, grabbing the holstered sword.

I was in awe. I've never seen anyone kill a Grimm like that. It didn't help that the rising moon was shining on the Huntsman. It's pale light making him seem like some sort of wraith.

Yet I was also sickened. Why would he kill it like that? A simple shot to the head, or a single sword swipe, would have killed it just fine.

In the corner of my eye's, I see swift movement. Three Beowulf's were already closing in on the Huntsman. Yet the Huntsman was faster. He quickly turned around, Gun aimed at the creatures.

Towards the farthest wolf, he shot his pistol. The Grimm staggered from the bullet wound. While the other two were decapitated, faster than I could see. Suddenly he came up to the Beowulf, holstering the sword… and jammed his hand down said Grimms throat.

The Grimm started to growl, its sound giving anyone shivers. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw something.

Another Grimm came from behind him, stealthy as possible. I tried to warn him, but it was too late. It pounced, like the animal it was related to. The Huntsman, turned his head to the sound. Probably trying to find a way to stop the possible attack. Suddenly he did something, that was both brutal and amazing.

Without any effort, he turned himself around... Bringing the Grimm along with him. Using the Grimm as a shield. The Beowulf was forced to attack, as it was already in the air.

It's long teeth bit down, hard, on it's fellow Grimm, expecting his prey not comrade, effectively killing it. Suddenly, the attacking Grimm let out a pained scream. It fell limp, a knife held within its eye socket.

The Huntsman quickly retrieved the knife, spinning it between his fingers.

"Hmph… I don't wish to sound brash… but this is getting a bit dull." He told the remaining Beowulf's. Their comrades remains fading away from his arm. Suddenly, another throwing knife was embedded, in a Beowulf's eye.

And with a flash of bright light, another one was gone. Illuminated by a light coming from the sword. With great haste, the Huntsman backed away from his previous spot. Which was then promptly attacked by the two Grimm.

With a downward swing, along with a brief light, both of the heads were reaped from their bodies. I continued staring, my mouth hitting the floor. It wasn't an impressive thing to kill a Beowulf, but nine Beowulf's at once, in about thirty seconds.

That's freaking AWESOME!

"Umm… sir?" I asked quietly. Fear still coursing through my system. "Wh-who are you?"

Slowly his head turned to me, his eyes covered by both hair and cloth. "I'm just a wandering Hunter." he said, not truly answering my question. "Ahhh… you wish to know my name." He asked, using the question I was thinking about. How did he…?

"You are very easy to read." He said, with a slight smirk. "I am Venatores Luna… A scholar if you will."

Info

Venatores Luna

Class: Cruel Fate

Level: 150

HP: 35

Endurance: 30

Strength: 30

Skill: 25

Bloodtinge: 20

Arcane: 60

Insight: 50

Hair Color: Bluish, Silver.

Skin: Pale

Eye Color: Deep Purple, looks black at night.

Race: Human/Beast.

Height: 5'10

Age: 18

Mental Age: 70

Weapon: Burial Blade and …

Side Arms: Evelyn and ….

Mors Ignis

Class: Knight.

Level: 150

Vigor: 35

Attunment: 10

Endurance: 33

Vitality: 20

Strength: 55

Dexterity: 20

Intelligence: 20

Faith: 25

Luck: 11

Humanity: 30

Hair Color: Blond, and slowly moves to pale blond at the tips.

Skin: Slightly tanned.

Eye Color: Deep gold.

Race: Human/Undead

Height:6'2

Age:18

Mental Age: 68

Weapons: Greatsword of Artorias (Cursed), and …

Side-Arms: None as of yet. Will be explained next time.

Ranged: same as above.

Spells: ….

The dots, mean will be revealed later.