Grimm Wars

Chapter Four: Hunter and Prey

The word that could describe Flinch's emotion was excitement.

She was thrilled at the moment. A permanent smile printed upon her face. She was licking her lips and readying herself as the giant Nevermore flew ever closer to their destination.

Someone had taken in the bait left out for them by her master.

While Flinch didn't know who the tan girl was, she must be very important to someone if she could reel in such a big catch.

The 'big catch' being the very bane of Flinch's existence. And the one who Flinch swore she would make scream in agony. When she was done with her, that wretch would wish it was never born in the first place.

One way or another, Flinch would be the one to make Cinder Fall scream in terror.

She could see it now even. Cinder Fall, on her knees, begging to be put down like some dying animal. With fear plastered on her face.

But Flinch had to hold herself back. Her master's orders were very clear.

'Capture, not Kill. We need more information out of any of the Witch's pawns.'

The reason was very logical, Flinch's master knew next to nothing about his adversary. He needed information about the Witch in order to combat her. Ozpin, before he killed himself, told her master that the tan girl was important to the Usurper's plans. And that keeping out of the Witch's hold was a top priority to Ozpin.

Thus, her master then hatched a plan.

They would use the tan girl as bait to lure out any of the Witch's pawns, capture one of them, and then torture information out of them. The plan was simple, straightforward, and highly effective.

Evident by the way Cinder Fall had taken the bait herself.

This meant only one possible thing.

Which made Flinch all the happier.

Oh, she was going to fully enjoy taking Cinder down a peg or two. To show the bitch where she truly stood in the grand scheme of things. And pry the info they needed out of her very lungs.

Flinch was going to fully enjoy torturing the raven haired whore.

How should she do it, though?

Flinch shook her head of those thoughts as the giant Nevermore she was riding began to descend to the ground below.

Now was not the time or place for those exciting thoughts...

Not yet anyway.

First thing's first though, they had to capture Cinder Fall. Flinch knew this was not going to be easy either. She had a chance to speak to the only two thralls to survive the first failed invasion of Vale.

From what she heard; Cinder knew how to fight. And was highly skilled as well. But, from what she learned, Cinder did have one major achilles heel. While she had good control of her emotions, she did have a limit on how much insult she could take. And being laughed at... that really set her off in a blinding rage.

Perfect.

Now that Flinch had something to work with, she can plan around Cinder's mind somewhat.

Now landed on the ground, Flinch dismounted the Nevermore and slithered away into the dense woods. There she met up with a small group of her thralls that had been shadowing their little lure ever since she was picked up by the two Huntsmen that somehow had managed to escape Vale alive.

Among the squad shadowing them were Gore, Adam Taurus, and of course the white Beowolf, Armor.

Adam turned to her first, "Overseer, we have eyes on Cinder Fall and her companion." he whispered