Beacon Academy, Headmaster's Office
Voyd scratched his jaw absently, his eyes fixed on one of the random bobbles on the headmaster's desk. It took him a brief moment to really process what he was being asked, but finally he snapped to his senses and nodded.
"Oh, yes... Er, sir. But do you really think there need to be so many sent? No discredit to Lorral, but I'm sure I could satisfy Beacon's needs. How dangerous could it be?" He asked rather smugly, grinning as he crossed one ankle over his opposite knee.
It took a bit of convincing, but finally, he ceded his own arrogance to his headmaster's insistence.
"So I'm gonna meet Lorral and these other hunters at Garen's Well by the end of the week..? I guess traveling separately would be safer, I can't argue that. I'll head out once I'm packed up and ready to go. Anything else?" The boy verified curtly, rising to his feet and stretching briefly. Once the man dismissed him, Voyd would leave the office and go directly to his room.
It didn't take him but a couple of hours to pack and lock up all of his belongings, finish a couple of simple homework assignments he'd been putting off, and leave his dorm. The trip was far from an easy or comfortable one and the brewing storm was of no surprise, seeing as it had drizzled sporadically for most of his travels and not a day passed where the sky was not plagued by clouds.
Five Days Later
Voyd pulled his raincoat's hood up over his head and tightened the belt around his waist as he stepped out of the inn where he'd taken up residence for the day. Of course the rain had begun falling in cords, just when the town's warning bells began to ring. That was his luck, having to fight his first Grimm at Garen's Well in the rain and mud. With a grin, the young man pulled his swords from their sheaths; he wouldn't have it any other way.
Puddles of mud and water splashed around his boots as he strode through the small town, his blades out at his sides. Probably wasn't much more than a couple of beowulves or boarbatusks. The average citizen was, after all, wont to cry Grimm at the first sign of red eyes and a nasty snarl. The young man didn't sway from the center of the road as he walked between buildings toward the town square - that's where he imagined, at least, he'd find the most visibility. Plus, if any of the students from the other academies had arrived, that was the most likely place for them to find one another unless the Grimm was spotted sooner.
As he approached, Voyd could make out the shape of a Grimm easily twice his size, surveying the square for any humans who had dared remain out after the warning bell. this was new... He'd never seen a picture of one of these before. However, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it would start creating holes in buildings to broaden its search. Had it already claimed any victims? His lip curled back in contempt as he looked around for a good place to take up post up and wait for the right moment to strike. There was a narrow alley just up ahead, that would be just about his only option. He couldn't leave the thing to run around uncontested, he decided, and spending too much time strategizing was a good way to lose his chance entirely.
Voyd pressed his back to the wall of the building and looked out into the opening... Through the downpour and past the large beast, he couldn't see anybody else here for the fight. The Grimm was humanoid, thankfully. Despite its size, at least it would move like a person. Advantage, Voyd. He smirked - it was now or never. If the other Huntsmen showed up to fight, the least he could do was get started and provide the distraction so they could get a jump on it.
"Well... It's now or never." The boy furrowed his brow and stepped out from the alley, clanging his swords together. The sound rang easily over the bell and Voyd stepped into a ready stance, his blades up as he began to side-step in a circle around the Grimm.
"I'd be incredibly disappointed if a Big Bad like you didn't go looking for a challenge! Civilians aren't anything but fodder for you!" He shouted, taunting the beast to confront him.
Lower your hips, get ready to roll... This thing was a lot bigger up close, he noticed, but that was fine. Small game were no fun. He was here for the hunt, the kill... Grimm would be the predators of man no more; no, the creatures Grimm were now prey - his prey.
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