As Grigori's breath returned to him, he took a chance to admire the forest. The trees around him were large, with thick trunks. The greenery and calmness around him was soothing and peaceful at the moment, though he knew what might dwell within. Grigori decided to get moving again, despite his partner seeming to have fallen behind.
He walked at a fast pace through the forest, making sure to break some branches as he went to leave a trail to follow. The walk was quiet aside from his snapping of the trees around him. It let him listen once more for his teammate and for enemies. He couldn't hear Ezmeralda still, but something else caught his attention. Howling, a lot of it.
The rush of beasts running toward prey filled the air as Grigori took a wide fighting stance. He took the jacket from his shoulders and placed it on the ground, activating his gauntlets. From each of his fingers extended foot long claws produced by the dust energy of his gauntlets, fire in the right and ice in the left. As the creatures came into view it was clear they were Beowolves. Grigori waited for them to close in on him, before turning on his heel in a one-eighty and extending all the spines on his body.
The Grimm were too close to avoid the surprise counter-attack, the front runners getting impaled and their brethren crashing against them from behind, driving them further up the spines to death. In the confusion Grigori managed to pull free of the corpses and turn back to face his opponents, keeping his bloodstained quills extended. Waiting for the pack's next move, Grigori smiled and thought to himself, With odds like this, I might end up enjoying myself too much...
