Yang could feel the sense of fear permeating through the air. It was contagious in that it started from one member of the group before gradually seeping its way through everyone. Admittedly, she herself was growing affected, her muscles stiffening and breath growing heavy. For all of her bravado and self-confidence, her common sense dictated a fine line between what was and what wasn't possible for her to achieve.
She retreated slowly; Ember Celica raised in a defensive gesture as she glanced wearily at her surroundings. Soon, Yang's back pressed up against Blake's who was mimicking Yang's actions except for choice of weapon. Unlike Yang, Blake had a sword which she readied in apprehension, golden coloured irises revealing traces of unease.
Grimm were everywhere and the two of them had been isolated from the main group where Ghira was hurriedly yelling for everyone to get into a defensive formation. Even for someone as stout and gruff looking like Ghira, the man visibly panicked when he realized that his daughter wasn't anywhere nearby.
"Think we can break through and group up with the rest?" Yang tried to sound upbeat, but all that speaking did was reveal the noticeable tremor in her tone.
"..." Blake didn't respond, but Yang could hear the tightening of Blake's grip over her sword. Tense would be a loose term to describe Blake's present appearance. Unlike Yang, Blake was taking into account the likeliness of survival and it wasn't anywhere near good.
Optimistically, if only a dozen or so people that formed the convoy of Faunus that Ghira was leading were able to make it out alive, then that could already be counted as a victory. As for the rest, they'd have to pray that death would come quickly.
Blake and everyone else in the convoy had known that danger was going to be a constant in the journey to Vermillion, but they'd accepted the risks anyway. However, that didn't mean that Blake wanted anyone to die. Not her father, not her mother, and most certainly not her people who were only migrating in hopes for a better life.
"How could so many Grimm have had showed up all at once?" Blake's tone was filled with misery.
Yang shut her mouth and released a long breath. There was no use dwelling over why a situation ever played out the way it did. What mattered was taking action in the present, and that meant fighting Grimm.
Inwardly, Yang felt her body begin to tremble. She wasn't scared or overly terrified at the prospect of fighting so many enemies, but rather, her body was reacting out of trauma. She could still recall her first encounter with Grimm in her childhood, just before the incident where she thought that she'd never be able to see Ruby again. Just thinking about it brought chills to her person.
Ruby had almost died, and in the midst of it all, the Grimm had knocked her unconscious. Her uncle Qrow had said that if it wasn't for some random Huntsman that had chanced by on her and Ruby, then the two of them would have had died.
Till this day, she still felt sudden bouts of panic when a Grimm came in view. In which case, she buried her insecurities away under a heavy layer of self-confidence and bravado. A bravado and self-confidence that would help her no longer against so many Grimm.
She and Blake were stranded alone, twenty feet away from where Ghira and the rest had formed a defensive circle.
"Careful," Blake warned quietly.
Yang grunted. She wasn't stupid.
The Grimm were circling around, looking for an opening. However, in the face of the Grimm's numbers, they didn't have any real caution to speak of.
'Here they come.'
They directly lunged forward, employing human wave tactics.
The boarbatusks came first, pig-sized grim recklessly charging forward in a line with sharpened tusks gouging the earth.
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The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
