Re-edited: 02/07/2022
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SLASH!
"ARGH!"
SHING!
"YAGH!"
CRACK!
"RAHH!"
SWISH!
"YRRAHH!"
Stood atop the stationary cart, your breaths hitched and ragged, your limbs sore and weak, the onslaught of Grimm pouring in like a waterfall.
You were fighting at death's door.
Slashing a Creep through the chest, kicking a Beowolf off the cart, you continued fending off the best you can, not giving up to the deep dark that is the Grimm. Peering up, you felt yourself slump in defeat as more Grimm pours in through the cracks of the tunnel.
Suddenly from behind, a pack of Beowolves lunges on you, tackling you to the ground. Grunting, you try to kick them off, but to no avail.
"GRR...! A-AHH!"
Scratches, bites, your aura now quickly breaking down to nothing.
And, out of sheer desperation...
"HAAA!"
A blast sends the Beowolves flying, as you felt your power stir away once more. However, it felt empty and hollow. You only had an ounce of power left within you.
But, it was enough for you to retreat.
Standing up, your body outlined with a red glow, you dash off the cart and broke into a mad dash away from the Grimm.
However, your power blows out just as quickly as it came. Turning around, you were a good distance away from the pack, but the end of the tunnel was nowhere in sight.
"Frick..."
There really was only one option you could do. Run and call for help.
And so you did, despite the soreness in your legs. Sheathing your weapon behind your back, you sprinted away and pulled out your scroll from your pocket.
"I need to call Red..."
Frantically, you started calling Red, the roars and cries of the Grimm slowly approaching behind you. However, there still was no signal.
"Damn it...!"
Continuing to run, you continued calling Red, praying that you could get any sort of signal or data to connect. Looking back, you could see the black swarm of Grimm slowly catching up. Remaining as calm and level-headed as possible, not wanting to incentivize the Grimm more, you kept ringing Red.
Time slowly passed, minutes feeling like hours. Your legs were slowly giving up on you, but you kept pushing, praying for any sign of miracle. The Grimm were on your tail, and you knew that if nothing happens soon, they'd catch up to you and you'd be finished.
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