Remnant Royals: The Story Begins

Chapter 8 - Rise of Huntsmen and Huntresses

(Opening Theme - Simple and Clean)

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As soon as the beast was shown on the screen, Ozpin's heart raced and turned to Glynda. "Inform Peter, Crowe, and Bartholomew at once!" he barked, his tone deadly serious. "I don't care if they're still setting up a classroom!"

"Y-Yes sir!" the blonde professor said with haste before she took off. Meanwhile, Ozpin scowled furiously as he turned back to the Emerald Forest. He didn't understand this. This should have been impossible. They had surveyed the area only a few minutes ago before they started Initiation, and there was absolutely no sign of it anywhere! There was no way it could have found its way inside the grounds without them noticing! Furthermore, there were absolutely no sightings of it in the surrounding area either! So how?!

"What in the hell is a Behemoth doing here?!"

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Standing before the 13 individuals was a fully grown Behemoth. The gargantuan beast growled at them as it stood tall on all four legs, it's fangs bared.

"...oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!" Aptus with a tired glare.

"O-oh god." Jaune whimpered. "Um, Your Highness. Please tell me that's not what I think it is!"

"I'm afraid it is, Jaune." Sieg said morbidly. 

Kyon let out a small growl. "It's definitely a Behemoth."

"W-what's a Behemoth?" Ruby asked, terrified and unfamiliar with most Lucian wildlife.

Before any could answer, the Behemoth released another roar. The Death Stalker emerged out from the ice prison, shaking off the remnants of cold bits before it whirled around, letting out a screech at the monster. The beast roared in turn before pouncing on the scorpion-like Grimm. It leaped over its body, which was an understatement given the sheer size of the beast, and in mid-leap, it grabbed the Death Stalker by the tail, fangs crushing the armor plating in between its teeth and dragging it along.

With the appendage still in its jaws, the Behemoth whipped its head around, dragging and thrashing the Deathstalker all over the place. It's ivory exoskeleton impacted the ground and trees surrounding it.

Splinters, pieces of rock - debris was kicked around everywhere with each impact. Some even broke into the shell that protected its body. With one final whiplash, the scorpion-Grimm was finally released...only it was sent flying through the air with black gunk spewing out of its severed tail, which was now as long as the tiny strings of flesh that attached the main body to the large pincers. The Behemoth crushed the remnants of the tail, spitting out the black remnants that began to quickly dissolve before it craned its head, finding the Death Stalker thrashing about wildly, screeching in pain erratically.

Its screams caused the initiates to cover their ears, the painful cries uncomfortable and unbearable to listen. It sounded much like hundreds of nails scratching a chalkboard.

The large beast let out a low growl, and stalked its prey. It planted its foot down on its stomach, preventing it from moving before it let out another roar and dug its fangs into its head, head pulling and tugging before, with impressive and terrifying strength, it pulled its head back...and ripped the Death Stalker in half.