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Grigori began bouncing on the balls of his feet, raring to go. As the first of the pack charged toward him he mirrored the act, dashing toward it. Upon closing the gap between eachother the beowolf was the first to attempt an attack, raising its right arm and slashing down and inward toward Grigori. Waiting until the last second, Grigori ducked down to his left, under the slash. He swung his left foot forward and into the ground, pivoting on his toes and launching up towards the Grimm.

Swinging his right arm up at the beowolf Grigori managed to tear through its abdomen with the fire claws, not stopping to see if the wound was fatal as he passed the creature and continued toward the pack. A group of three rushed forward to challenge him, Grigori launching himself at them. He slashed both his arms at the group, managing to decapitate two, the third catching him open with a swipe of its claws. Grigori blocked the blow with his forearm, the quills stopping the claws from cutting but still forcing Grigori to fly back through the air tumbling over the forest floor. He shook as he attempted to stand after coming to a stop, a soft laughter beginning to emanate from him.
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