(Hello everyone, sorry for not uploading a new chapter of our grimm warrior for almost four months, got caught in writer's block. Enjoy! I really hope my writing hasn't dulled. Please tell if it has.)

(T-L-G)

Far from the inlands and out in the ocean, a large containment hulk is turning around a in a counterclockwise direction. Topside are the numerous bodies of security guards and prisoners, all dead with multiple large slashes on their filled-filled bodies or their head, rolling as the waves crash onto the hull. To the command deck, only one warm body resides. A dark-skinned and scarred man, eyes white with no indication of pupils. His attire consisting only of a sleeveless orange jacket and pants but his arms have metal sheets bent into his forearms, with numerous jagged edges running parallel up to his elbows.

He finishes his coordinates and sits down on the floor, looking detached from everything. "The Grimm here are dead now... Yes, I sliced them open like the worthless things they are... It was a tough fight, they were tough, these Alphas and Beowolves..." He turns back, walking towards a door and twist the iron-wheel. Upon seeing the content and surplus of assault rifles, he smiles as hard as he can to his ears, salivating a black substance in the process, "We're going to kill a lot of Grimm. What do you think... CFVY? I don't need my team, they would only get in the way. The only one able to keep the Grimm at bay, is me."

He holds out his hand and shakes with an invisible partner, his veins appearing up, miscolored.

(NWF HQ)

Inside the Mistral HQ of the NWF, Ilia comes behind two Reds, who has a gun pointed at four Faunus staff personal, "Now, either you come with us and join the Red Fangs willingly or submit yourself to-" She jumps onto the Red. "Get off me!"

"No one will come with you, so die!" She snaps the Red's neck in response. The other Red shoots at the Chief's direction, only hitting the falling corpse. She takes out a knife in her jacket and throws it into her throat. She looks at the 4 staff personal as the Red gurgles on their blood, "I know all of you won't like shooting back at our own kind, but there are innocent civilians, both Humans and Faunus out there who don't deserve to be in the crossfire. And I fear they may resent us and not give the NWF another chance. If you plan to run away, you won't be painted as a coward."

The staff members look at each other, uncertain on what to do. One of them picks up the Red's gun and takes out the bladed part off, "I'll go, Chief."

"Thanks, we need all the help. Anyone else?" The rest of them steps forward, "Really? All of you will go?"

"You gave us a chance when the original White Fang was disbanded, Chief Ilia. We own it to you."

"Alright. Meet up with Neptune, he'll tell you where you're needed. There are Red rifles are scattered around the ground. Grab them and don't give them any mercy." Ilia runs further in the hall.

They gun for the front entrance and trench themself to the ruined stage and fires at the ensuing skirmish. Bodies of NWF, Reds and civilians cover the ground, weapons stick out of some and guns are scattered. Those who are alive are either firing at the Reds, injured or on the ground, screaming. Neptune sees the incoming help. "Hey new guys! I'm gonna need you to make sure the wounded don't get hit, the DIY medic area is on the left!"

"Yessir!"

(NWF Camp Site Beta)

Several Reds run on a vehicles with skis replacing wheels and a sail atop at the Camp Site, some shoot at the cornered barricade of the NWF. "Exitus Acta Pro-" The shouter is shot in the head by May with her sniper-axe.

"Eliminated." She switches to 180 and shoots a pair of Reds lining up, the ballistic bullet finds its two targets. "4005."

Nolan comes behind her, hauling over the vehicles, "No time for counting, May, we got civvies to protect. Where's Brawnz?" May shrugs in response. "Really? Stupid fool." Another sand rider comes by and slides to a stop, Reds vaulting over and using it for cover as they shoot the makeshift barricade. "Dammit! Where he run off to?" While they have their skirmish, sand begins to prop up a continuing bump heading towards the Reds. Soon after, numerous more appear, surrounding the skirmishing battle. A giant armored worm springs out, opening its flower-like mouth and attaching its several rows of jagged teeth to a Red's upper body. The mouth crushes the Red upper body and retreats to the dunes. "Shit."

"Doom."

Nolan sees the inevitable fate that will happen, "Gods... Everyone, grab a weapon! I don't care if you're a civvie or not, but the fighting has attracted a flower-mouth!" Upon hearing the news, some NWF are shaken by it, almost all of the civilians start to scream while a small percentage take arms and take cover, "If we're going to live, I need you to be ready to sacrifice yourselves for the many, if not, stand back!" He activates his staff' taser, taking a stance as a flower-mouth burrows up and directs itself to him.

(Main Square, Vale)

Weaving under the motorized teeth, the Huntress cop plays to wean away his stamina while the chainsaw user doesn't stop to recharge, "Come on, you silly boy, give me a fair fight! It's feeling a little one-sided on your end." She taunts to him. He replies by swing the saw via right hook, she dodges it at the cost of clipping some hair. "Oh man!"

"Why am I wasting time on you when I can go for the Schnee!?" He shouts at her. Deciding he had tried enough, he throws his chainsaw at Yang, fully motorized. It wriggles on rapidly, causing her to lose her balance. The chainsaw doesn't stop and continues it path to kill. He runs off to Weiss's limo and sees Blake with the Schnee. Double.

Blake gets the door open for Weiss, "Alright, get in Weiss."

"I'm not going to leave you guys, I just got here!"

"You have a company that replies on you, I have a blood feud to tend to, these skirmishes are between the NWF and the-" Her face is suddenly slammed on the limo, leaving a dent on the door.

She falls to the concrete path, hitting hard on the ground, "Lights out." He turns to Weiss, eyes wide with rage and sadist looks. He lunges his hands at her but a glyph appears in front of him and pushes him back to the ground, with Weiss closing the door on him. "You can't hide with your luxuries, Schnee!" He punch the window, cracking it. He steps back and prepares to charge it. But the door flies out at the Lieutenant but he punches it away from his direction.

Coming out of the limousine, Weiss steps out of it, with a ripped dress and her battle-worn weapon, Myrtenaster. She puts on a fencing stance, "You wanted me? Well come get me." He swings his arms out wide and incites his animalistic self. He charges, slouched back and an savage aura around him. Weiss summons a deflection Glyph as he closed the distance. He rebounds back, pushing his boots into the concrete and pulling it up. The snow-white CEO summons a Glyph and propels herself to her attacker.

Using the dust in her rapier's barrel, she summons multiple large icicles and directs them to the Lieutenant. He runs back up, allowing himself to be struck by the icicles but gaining an advantage of close-range. He strikes away Myrtenaster and elbow strike Weiss' head, crashing her into her limo. He swings down for a hammer fist, but only hits the roof of the limo. Weiss steadies herself and takes five thrusts into the Faunus chest, hitting around non-vital parts but proved to be unnecessary as his body is unharmed. "I thought the Reds didn't believe in using Aura."

"Who do you think indoctrinated them into believing so? Look around you and look at how they fight." Weiss gives him glares of hesitations before veering her head around, focusing on the Reds in combat. She revises their clothing, their torn hoodies and bone-like hands. She sees few wearing masks but some without them, seeing their eyes of dullness. Her eyes widen at the reality.

Oh god. "You finally see who the pretenders fight? The ones that they strive to co-exist."

"Humans... You got humans to fight for you."

"Well, it took some time for them to realize, but in the end, you and humankind had your chance to be superior." He turns back, grabbing his chainsaw as he battles Yang for his weapon. Weiss takes the opportunity to attack his back. She summons two Glyphs and propels herself to him. Looking back, The Lieutenant at Weiss and to Yang.

But coming from the distance is a red cloaked warrior. "Weiss!"

"Ruby?"

Perfect. He lets go of the chainsaw, strafing out of the way as Yang's grip becomes hers and the jaws come down on Weiss.

(Moriah)

Despair, it is a fruitful emotion... Filled in sweet sadness, hopelessness and a tinge of horror. That what was felt in Sky. I wanted to consume it, Red.

It must be horrifying, to restrain yourself of this limit, Ares. But in time, you'll learn to control the compulsions.

Like how you almost killed two humans for walking in front of you.

... I'm starting to realize that sharing memories with you isn't a ideal spot to keep secrets.

Noted. "Excuse me, you deaf or something?" Speaking of noted... "These are the armor pieces you'd requested?" The Huntsman is asking me. Why is he here? This isolated spot of the land? The Cardinal, now a blacksmith.

"Red, check the acquired items." I take myself away form the desk, peering to a case of weapons at the entrance, most particularly to a pair of six blades, divided in half. I narrow my hearing to Red and the Cardinal.

"Two large sode, a small chest plate, two tassets and a gorget. They are made predominantly silver, right?"

"Yeah, this area has a good amount of it." I can feel the Cardinal's vison eyeing upon me. "That Faunus though, never thought I see that happening."

"What do you mean?"

"You, being a man, sorry, Faunus servant to another Faunus. And what's with the mask, you trying to be Adam?"

Jackass. "How much for them?" You piece of shit appearance-based hater.

"Hmm, 3200 total." A bit over the usual expense for silver armor.

How would you know what silver was originally priced, Ares?

I... I don't. Taking my body willingly, I move to the Cardinal's table, putting my hat down on it. "Blacksmith, silver armor expenses at half of the price you'd told. We'll pay for 1600."

Hatred and prejudice is filling his mind. "Listen, I'm having a sale and I usually have a much large pricing for armor."

"Still, these pieces are smaller than any normal armor, so price it down, Blacksmith." His mind is filling with ripping targeting thoughts to me.

His expression finally breaks, "First off you goddamn mutt, I'm being generous with you fuckin animals because rarely anyone here buys my hobby. Now either buy something or get the fuck out."

"We'll pay, for 2700." I say. An more modest price to silver. "What do you say?"

"Fuck it, fine. 2700." The belts the Pack stole. They must have currency in them.

Already took them when me and Asoar finished scouting.

And?

Smoke and mirrors for now, they all believe it's just a surviving Beowolf and not a Grimm that's transformed.

Good enough reports, Red. I'll meet you at the inn. "Red, handle the transaction. I'll be in the Inn." As I walk to the doorway, I hone my ears again to hear their conversation.

"Wow, pretentious and a jackass too. Wonder if he's with the Reds?" A loud crash of flesh and wood fills my ears. Who did that? Swiveling my head back, I see Red with both palms on the table, the Cardinal with a shocked expression.

"Decease your insults on his patriarch!" He takes hold of his blade's hilt but a spasm to his upper body hits him, "What?" Taking hold of his head, he shakes it for a moment. "Man, I feel... sick."

"What the fuck. Get-get out of here before you puke."

This is a interesting development. Red scurries to take the armor pieces holding them by their belts, "Sorry." He quickly scampers out, passing me. Patriarch... "Ares?"

"Hmm?" I instinctively muttered. "What is it, Red?" His mind is muddled, confused, yet his Aura resonates its rivers... to me? Will he converse to me about it or will he discover why? I'm intrigued with both offers. If a drop of my blood did that, I wonder... Searching around, my looks deviate to multiple buildings and places before landing to a well in the area.

My vessel' two feet leads itself to the well, looking down at the darkened abyss. I raise my left hand, reeling the joints in and out for several seconds. My right hand raise up. Can I make one finger change to a claw? Concentrating my entire focus to one finger, it takes some strain and it incites my vocals to emit such a strange sound. Work! Work! Give in! Change! It had worked. A single finger has become my Beowolves'. I jab the claw into the left wrist, circling it and breaking flesh and skin. Pain will never be a problem for the Grimm.

The hand now hangs on the last visages of flesh. Gripping it, I pull with all the might I have, breaking off with a sloshy sound. It bleeds with black, dropping on the stone and dripping down to the well. Luckily it's nighttime. "Ares?"

"Adam." I don't turn to him, cautious of his failing condition.

"You getting water? You can get some in the-"

Tell the Pack to not drink the well for the night.

Why?

Because the water will be poisoned with my blood.

Wouldn't them being Grimm be better for them?

I want them to have the choice, no one else matters except those with skill and reasoning for me to take.

...Ok, I will.

Thank you, Adam.

No worries, Patriarch.

"What?" I turn back and see Adam holding his head with one hand. Pain incites in his mind.

He shakes it off and starts to head into the inn.

(NWF Facility, Atlas Branch)

In the headquarters of the Atlas branch NWF, Flynt tips up his hat and adjust his tie, now knotted up and in red, though not splattered. He sits down on his chair in the meeting room. "That oughta keep them away." He presses a blue button, activating the projectors. On his right, Blake appears, her clothes torn mildly. Ilia appears in front of him, bleeding from her forehead and blood splatter on her cheek. His left is occupied by not Brawnz but Nolan, with Brawnz' scarf. "Nolan?"

"Hey Flynt." No heart comes from his tone, filled with grim.

"What happened to Brawnz?" Nolan says nothing to Flynt, veering his head down to his lap. "Shit. We've got attacked as well."

"The Mistral branch got hit hard, we're currently depleting our resources to those who were injured in the skirmishes." Ilia looks back and Neptune comes in proximity of the projector, "Neptune, what's the casualty count?"

He looks away from Ilia, unable to connect his eyes, "5000 and counting. NWF personal, less so. So many families just look at us, seeing how we're in the same situation as they are."

"The camp has been taken over by flower-mouths. Brawnz brought them over and..." Nolan holds his head, breaking down. His hands begins to have his veins pop up, darkened heavily. "Gods, first Roy, now Brawnz..."

"Nolan, keep it together." Neptune says. "Don't let it consume you or your Grimm Shock will start."

Nolan keeps holding his head but his veins disappear. "Right... So, what do we do now?" He looks to Blake's direction, the others following suit. "High Leader?"

"They'd attacked civilians in the cities, one targeted for my friend and... I was unable to keep her safe. She can't defend herself right anymore... If they're now willing to us at our homes, we'll attack them at theirs."

"Blake?" Ilia says, scared and frightened at her. No, she can't be thinking about it. We'll just be-

"I'll contact Commander Saber to accommodate every single personal with the armor. Flynt, you'll provide the weapons by accepting Ironwood's proposal."

"No way, I won't-"

Anger clouds her face, fist clenching up, "That is a order, Marshal General! Do you understand!" He nods mildly. "Good. Amitola, leave a skeleton force for all of Mistral and searching for every single outpost and sure they talk."

"Blake, if I leave a skeleton force, it'll-"

The cat-Faunus slams her hands on the table, with calmed fury, she looks to the chameleon Chief. "You will refer to me as High Leader Belladonna. Do you understand, Amitola." The Chief nods, afraid if she refuses and scared that her friend is gone. "My branch and I will be coordinating all of yours either with you or from Vale." Her projector turns off, leaving everyone else confused by the harsh nature of their reasonable and level-headed leader.

She's not Blake Belladonna. She's... Adam.

(Author's Note)

Please tell me if I'd worsened or not, my opinion will be biased. Anyways, apologies for being absent, but hey, I've now survived to 2020 and my Bday is exactly 2 months and a day from now. And I just realized I'd shoehorned Ruby in... I'm getting worse, aren't I?

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merendinoemiliano: I'm currently trying to find my middle ground for problems, so... Anyways Ares' plan will fill in.

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