[h2][u][b]    The Great, and rather awesome Fight Scene.[/b][/u][/h2]


Ahh, the great outdoors. There was nothing finer in this world, espeically when the great outdoors was also going to be filled with the blood of a dead creature very soon. Maybe several dead creatures, depending on how the day turned out. Mokurdron, the woman with both a foxes tail and ears of a fox - those with the features of animals where considered strange and abnormal by most, but Mokurdron did not let such things bother her - stood outside the lair of the Black Beast of Aagghh and prepared to slay the great creature. Some said it was to gain the attention of Sir Shiralot The Loud, so she may begin a courtship with him, and push away both those who looked down on the 'Faunusi' - as people with animal appearances where called - and women in general. Others, however, thought that she was here for the lady Skyonesse, but many could not fathom the idea of a woman feeling love for another woman, and so that group of people was a small one. A third faction, one who knew more about the woman herself and wasn't simply spreading rumor, claimed that she was going there just to kill it, because she liked killing things.

However, regardless of the reason, the fox girl Mokurdron was there, and while there she saw a man in black armour fighting another knight. She wasn't quite sure if this was just a duel, or what, but it was over before she arrived, with the man in black killing his opponent. He then stood stock still, with his sword in the ground. Mokurdron paid him little mind and moved to walk past, but a deep rumbling came from the man, echoing from his helmet in what could only be called a powerful, ominous voice.
"None Shall Pass". It was basic, but to the point, and told Mokurdron exactly what she needed to know. But, not why.
"So, any reason why we can't pass, or is it just not passing for not passing's sake?" She asked, slightly confused and definately wanting clarrification. However, clarrification was not on the menu today.
"None Shall Pass" He replied, not wavering from them three words, in tone or dialect.
"Well, tough, because I have to pass" She retorted, getting slightly annoyed at him for this whole deal.
"Then you shall die" The man in the black armour told her, before raising his sword and moving to slay the plucky young fox girl, trying to cut her down in her prime. At least, that was the plan. What actually happened was the Mokurdron, no stranger to fights and well skilled with both sword and shield, blocked the strike and the several that followed. He was rather a bad swordsman, she realized. Absently, Mokurdron wondered how he had managed to win the fight, but then came back to reality, bashed the hilt of her sword against his helment, and cut off one of his arms with her red sword, before planting a strong kick in his chest. He slid back and bled out of his wound, but didn't seem entirely phased.
"Ok, now stand aside. You couldn't best me with two arms, and I don't really want to kill you" she told him, but the man in black armour looked at his arm, and then back to her before speaking.
"Tis but a scratch!" He exclaimed, nonsensically. 
"A scratch? I cut your bloody arm off!" The fox cried back, but to little avil.
"No you didn't" he denied. So, Mokurdron pointed to his arm with her sword 
"What's that then?" She asked him, exasperated with his antics. Then she was attacked again, and the blade narrowly missed her. The stupidity of this man seemed a ploy to take his opponents off guard. After she blocked several more swings, he lost the second arm as well, which, in Mokurdron's eyes, finished up the fight. However, The man in Black Armour had other plans, and launched a kick in Mokurdron's direction. Such an action irritated her, and she rounded on him in fury. 
"Look you muddle-headed knave, you have no arms left. Leave me be or I shall turn you into mince-meat" she threatened, but the man in black armour was not in any way leaving her alone. 
"I have had worse! Now fig-" he started before Mokurdron sliced clean threw both legs in one swipe, and then cut his body in half while it was falling. Still unperturbled, the man wriggled, slightly, and moved his head. "I'll bite your legs off!".
"How are you even going to get your helmet off?" Mokurdron asked, rather confused on that point,
"I'll think of something. The Black Knight always triumphs!" He shouted, but Mokurdron had already moved on, with a simple 'not this time you haven't'. "Come back you coward! Yellow-bellyed, Onion-eyed oaf! You Ill-born fen-rat!". The flurry of curses did not seem to bother the fox girl however, and so the Black Knight, as he called himself, was left to wallow in so many pieces. 

Further on, Mokurdron finally came to the cave of the Black Beast of Arrgh, With the delay the Black Knight had given her, she felt as if this creature could not get killed fast enough. She needed to report the strange man to King Arthpin anyway. Or Merlin Goodwitch, she seemed the better choice, since the King was a busy man, and Mokurdron would feel more comfortable talking to the woman of Magic instead. of the King. She could have a conversation about the strange man's Power of the Soul while she was at it. That thing that the magickals of court called a 'Semblance'.  Of course, with the Black Beast of Arrgh's standing as such a grand Grimm, there where lesser Grimm around it's cave, Some creatures that looked akin to wolves, but where larger and more vicious. Belgawulfs, they where called. But, Mokurdron didn't really care about the names, since she was just going to kill them. They charged her as soon as she saw her, coming in a pack, hoping to overwhelm her. It didn't work. The one at the head of the back got a blade through it's skull, and the second was smashed to one side by her shield. Mokurdron then finished off the rest of the back with grace, until finally the last creature dissolved into nothing. Pathetically easy, she thought. Some Knights struggled with one or two of them, and they did not deserve their title when much greater warriors had nothing to go on but their skills. But, this would change everything, and she knew it. So, Mokurdron headed inwards, navigating the cave tunnels until she finally came across a many-eyed beast with a large maw and a ravionious fire in it's eyes. But, she had spent many hours pouring over scrolls detailing the Grimm, and had comfortably found it's weakspot, the way to defeat it without to much of a problem. Reaching into her pouch as it roared and smapeded towards her, Mokurdron  withdrew a large Herring, and threw it at the Grimm. The Black Beast of Arrgh was allergic to Herring, and so it shed away swiftly, growing it's disdain, until Mokurdron drove her blade deep into the beast's chest. After one tug, she realized it was not going to come out easily, so she bashed it's head in with her shield until there it finally, dissolved, freeing her sword.
"Well, that was fun" she exclaimed to herself, picking up the sword and sheathing it in it's scabbard, before leaving the cave, going past the Black Knight who was still sprewing insult, and onto the gathering point of the Hunters, greatest warriors in the lands, and those who clensed the world of Grimm. The name 'Beacon' inspired thoughts and feelings of grand adventure in many who heard it, and Mokurdron was no different. There, she would find her calling, hopefully. It would, at very least, making killing Grimm her job.