Blood sprays before his teeth are sinking into the allogator's neck. He can see the fight leave, feel the life force tremble and release before he has a grip, but Grimm latches on anyways. He growls around his hold, blood welling between his teeth and pooling into his mouth with a fleeting warmth, ensuring that the kill is complete.
There's no gloating or victory in the kill. The allogator fought hard and lost. There's a respect to that, a natural way to the world that Grimm has never been one to forget. It's a cruel and unfair world where some are pitted against forces they can't overcome - like demigods with firebolts. This happened to be the beast's unlucky day.
But Grimm has finished his part in this little adventure. He's tired and sore and more than a little annoyed at having been pulled away to deal with this chaos. So he looks to Colt, muzzle dripping with blood and eyes narrowed in a quiet 'Told you so' - after all, she'd probably be dead without the lot of them there. Then he turns his tail and moves to leave, his lumbering black form ready to melt seamlessly into the shadows.
There's no gloating or victory in the kill. The allogator fought hard and lost. There's a respect to that, a natural way to the world that Grimm has never been one to forget. It's a cruel and unfair world where some are pitted against forces they can't overcome - like demigods with firebolts. This happened to be the beast's unlucky day.
But Grimm has finished his part in this little adventure. He's tired and sore and more than a little annoyed at having been pulled away to deal with this chaos. So he looks to Colt, muzzle dripping with blood and eyes narrowed in a quiet 'Told you so' - after all, she'd probably be dead without the lot of them there. Then he turns his tail and moves to leave, his lumbering black form ready to melt seamlessly into the shadows.
Grimm
We men are the monsters now
