Crack, smash, slice.This was the sound of Trico systematically annihilating the first of the pack of Beowulfs she had come across. They had been drawn to the great deal of noise she was making, and could not have come at a better time, for her. The Grimm she was currently beheading however, would think it was not so good. With the bladed boomerang socketed into the staff, Trico was able to dance. Fluid, beautiful, yet macabre. As the Beowulf's head flew away from it's neck, Trico kicked it towards the rest of the pack, who aptly dodged it, only for it to do a u-turn and collide into another Beowulf's back solidly, pitching him across the floor with it's weight.
"Anything launched by me is a projectile, and I have ultimate control over projectiles" She told them, not quite sure why, but it felt good. With a quick flourish, Trico flicked the blood from her Scythe and smiled, keeping her eyes on the ones she could see, and her ears on the ones she couldn't. "I have a special place in my heart for Beowulfs. You helped me get away from...that place..." She muttered, and then spun around and ducked, the charging Beowulf behind her missing it's target and getting disembowelled on the fly-over, letting out a few weak yelps before collapsing. "Not that you won't get killed to the last man....err...Grimm...if you try anything but still." She finished, smiling and flicking back her hair, now slick with the blood of the wolf. She could hear more things in the woods, They sounded like Ursa, and some of them boar things she had heard about. But they would have to wait their turn.

Softly, keeping a level head, she moved her Scythe so the head near-touched the ground. Anger led to mis-steps, mis-steps led to death, and she had come though to much to die now.
"So, how do you lot think Laura is doing? She seemed very much a snooty cow, but was a good fighter. I think she'd make a brilliant partner if she could just deal with that attitude of hers" Trico said to the Beowulfs, who didn't seem to appreciate her insight and attacked in a group of three. Trico then pulled her handle up, launching the Scythe blade at the middle monster, while spinning the now-bladeless staff forward into the second creatures throat, caving it in with the weight of the metal and then spilling a small dose of it's blood onto the ground. However, the third Beowulf raked it's claws across her side, drawing a great deal of blood and electing a cry of pain from Trico. She was never good at defensive aura techniques, and here it came to bite her in the ass. Or claw her in the side, whatever. The other Beowulf closed in around her, the smell of blood emboldening them, snarling and snapping at their to-be prey.
"Crap" she muttered, catching the returning boomerang and remaking her true Scythe.