[b]Ranulf Edom
Forest
Tagged;; Grimms
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Oh...so they were being blasted into the sky, above the forest, right? As he watched others being blasted into orbit, Ranulf began to grin - and no, it wasn't a cheerful, happy grin. It was a slow, yet wide grin, showing the boy's impressive canines despite not being a Faunus. His dark orange eyes began to narrow, and with a clench of his fists, Demon Magnolia, in hisses of metal on metal, unwrapped itself out of their ring forms, forming the demonic, dark crimson gauntlets on Ranulf's forearms and fists. The boy cocked his arms back slightly, releasing two spent explosive rounds from the gauntlets' bottom slot before cracking his neck. As Headmaster Ozpin passed by his launch pad, Ranulf only had one thing to say. 

[b]"Hope you have insurance for this forest."[/b] The launch pad activated, and he whooped as he flew miles into the air, his grin growing significantly as he preformed a few twists and flips as he reached the pinnacle of the launch. Still at the pinnacle, Ranulf punched the air to his right, sending out explosive bullets that shot him through the air, flying over the forest's treetops. A few more recoil shots and he was beginning to lose altitude. [b]"Let's get started."[/b] He flipped upside down, crimson hair flying through the air as he aimed his gauntlets towards the sky. His arms practically became blurs as he released a flurry of left and right jabs, each one sending out explosive rounds from the gauntlets, making his descension all the more faster and faster until he was a blur of red and exploding bullets.

Down in the forest clearing, a family of Beowolves were viciously tearing into a surprisingly non-Grimm bear, ripping out large chunks of the dark red meat. However, as large, explosive banging sounds slowly got closer and closer, the dozen or so Grimms slowly glanced around wearly, before going back into their food - cautious, now. However, the whistling sound got even closer, and before they could even growl, [i]something[/i] slammed into the middle of their lunch, fists plowing into the ground, sending an inferno of blazing hot fire blasting around it like a shockwave, singing the Beowolves and sending multiple bodies flying into trees. At the same time, a small, red and black device landed in a nearby treetop, directly in a bird's nest. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFjE5A4UAJI]Music[/url] began playing.

Ranulf slowly stood, a grin on his face as he glanced around. [b]"I knew I smelled something."[/b] He cracked his neck to the side, before slowly lowering himself into a crouch. The Beowolves had gotten out of the trees, some limping, and others growling viciously. There were a lot...but enough for him to handle without much problems. [b]"Ya' got two minute on the clock, mutts."[/b] Ranulf exhaled slowly, before blasting towards the nearest Grimm, setting off a chain-reaction of lunges and growls. As his left fist slammed into Beowolf One's midsection, folding it over and breaking every single bone, an explosion accompanied it, blowing it's back and spine out into the bushes, while the recoil slammed Ranulf's arm back, the elbow breaking through the forehead of the lunging Beowolf Two. 

Twisting, Ranulf grinned, playfully distracting the hissing-in-pain Beowolf with two quick jabs to the shoulder, before rearing back and launching a haymaker that exploded on impact, blasting the head brutally off, while a lightning-quick kick sent the rest of the Grimm's body flying into another lunging Beowolf. Twisting sharply, Ranulf's knee slammed right into Beowolf Three's chin, sending it flying up, where three vicious, explosive punches pulverized it's mid-section, finished off with brutal kick that sent it flying into a tree, plowing straight through the wood, and into the rest of the forest. Beowolf Four managed to tackle into Ranulf's back, causing the boy to growl and twist around, grabbing the Beowolf by the fur on it's head, and slam it repeatedly into the ground until there was nothing but a smear. Beowolf Five and Six tackled him at that moment, and it became an all-out slug fest - with most of the slugs being thrown by Ranulf. A few seconds passed, and in the end, the two Beowolves were smears.

Standing, with his shirt now slightly ripped, but a vicious grin still on his face, Ranulf cracked his neck. As the next large group of adult Beowolves charged, Ranulf slowly raised his hands, his grin stretching. [b]"Try harder!"[/b] With a challenging roar, Ranulf slammed his fists together, his eyes widening, fire blasting around his body in a stretching inferno of crimson aura. The lunging Beowolves were thrown back from the force, fur singed and whines emanating from their throats. Ranulf slowly glanced over, his eyes now pure crimson, and his form surrounded by a blazing crimson aura. [b]"Don't be scared. Fight me. Who the Hell do you think I am?!"[/b] He blurred forward, speed immensely increased.

What followed next was a brutal, ruthless beatdown. Anyone vaguely nearby could hear the music, the growls and occasional laugh from Ranulf, and the roars of pain and growls of rage from the dying Beowolves. Not to mention, the occasional inferno of fire that blasted from that specific clearing.