It wasn't long after catching sight of the Grimm, that they caught sight of Yang, their glowing red eyes staring at her hungrily. A second later they busted through the screen door, making a beeline straight towards the exhausted girl and her sleeping sister. I dived out of the tree, changing form in midair, leaving the newly reformed sling behind while pulling out my weapon.
Before those bastards had made it even half way to the girls, I had cut them down. They let out screams as they died, causing more red eyes to appear from inside the building.
"How many of those can fit in there?" I wondered out loud as three more stepped out from inside the building. I leveled my broadsword in front of me, my shoulder twinging angrily as I did so. Under normal circumstances three Grimm wouldn't be an issue for me, but protecting two little girls while suffering from recovering wounds wasn't exactly normal.
Two of them charged at me while the other held back, presumably to judge the fight. I swiped at the first one, splitting it in half from nose to tail. As it disintegrated, the second attacked, hoping to catch me while I was distracted. I sidestepped it, swinging my sword to hack off a limb as it went by. It landed clumsily about a foot away. I raised my sword to finish it off, only for my shoulder to twinge as it went too high making me hesitate for just millisecond. But that was all it took for the other Beowolf to tackle me to the ground.
The Grimm snapped at my face, the only thing stopping it from taking it off being my sword holding him at bay. I struggled to keep the weapon where it was, as my shoulder screamed to let go. The pain in it was getting worse by the second, leaving little doubt that I was currently reinjuring it.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the other one begin to move. It climbed back to the feet it had left, it's eyes locked on the children behind me. I glanced at them briefly to see a pair of lavender eyes watching me. Our eyes met for just a second, but that was all it took for me to know that they were both too precious to lose so easily. There was no way that I could possibly allow that Beowolf to hurt even a hair on her head.
With this in mind, I transformed my weapon into its scythe, surprising the Grimm on top of me enough to decapitate it. Before its body was even on the ground, I was keeling, my weapon changed into its gun form. I fired four or five times before the last Grimm dropped to the ground.
