You're not a monster nor a savior

Chapter 6

The woman moved with a sense of urgency, her steps uneven as she limped, trying to find cover from the relentless pursuit of the Grimm. Every movement sent waves of pain coursing through her body, a reminder of the toll her hunt had taken on her. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily upon her, she refused to give in, pushing herself forward with sheer determination.

As she sought refuge, she held her breath, willing herself to remain silent and unseen. The pain was a constant companion, gnawing at her resolve, but she refused to let it consume her. With gritted teeth, she pressed on, her aura flickering weakly as it struggled to maintain its protective barrier.

Peering cautiously over her makeshift hiding spot, she spotted the telltale silhouette of Beowolves prowling nearby, their keen senses honed in on their prey. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to remain calm, reminding herself that fear would only hinder her chances of survival.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not even for a moment. With each passing second, the Beowolves drew closer, their predatory instincts driving them forward in search of their quarry.

"Calm down," she whispered to herself, though the words felt hollow against the backdrop of her escalating fear. "It's not that bad."

But deep down, she knew the truth. The situation was dire, and her chances of escape grew slimmer with each passing moment. Yet despite the odds stacked against her, she refused to surrender to despair.

The woman steadied herself, drawing a deep breath to steady her nerves before reaching for her weapon. Despite the odds stacked against her, she refused to go down without a fight, determined to face her fate head-on.

"If I'm going to die, at least I'm dying with a weapon in my hand," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with resignation yet laced with defiance.

As she prepared to turn the corner, a sudden blur of motion caught her off guard. A Beowolf let out a piercing scream as it was engulfed in black mist, disappearing in an instant. The woman blinked in confusion and surprise, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.

Before she could gather her wits, a commanding voice cut through the chaos behind her.

"If you gonna gawk at that, then you should pay attention." The voice said.

Startled, she turned to find herself face to face with a man whose eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Three tomaes spun around his crimson gaze, marking him as someone not to be trifled with.

"Duck," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Without hesitation, the woman complied, dropping to the ground just as the man swung his weapon—a Gunbai—with expert precision. The air sang with the sound of steel slicing through flesh as the remaining Beowolves met their demise, vanishing into mist as if they had never existed.

As the last of the Grimm fell, the woman rose to her feet, her eyes wide with awe and disbelief. She watched in silent reverence as the man effortlessly disposed of the creatures that had threatened her life mere moments ago.

"Now, wait a damn minute!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out with a mixture of astonishment and indignation. Ignoring the instinctual fear that prickled at the back of her mind, she marched forward, seizing the man's arm in a firm grip.

Madara turned to face her, his Sharingan meeting her gaze with an unyielding intensity. Despite the urgency of the situation, his demeanor remained stoic and composed, betraying none of the chaos that had unfolded moments before.

"Is there something you need?" he asked, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of impatience.

"Yeah, you fucking porcupine! If you thinking I would've thank you for helping, you're wrong!" Yelled the woman.