Tommy made a lot of noise as he traveled through the forest without any direction in mind. He thought to himself [i]If I’m looking for something it shouldn’t matter if I’m quiet. I’m not here to do a pretty job, I’m here to get the job done.[/i] While walked he kept staring at the greenery, seeing  it even cheered him up a little bit. There had to be some reason they hadn’t cleared the land for logging and development. As he thought of this, he heard the roar of a Beowolf, just before it blindsided him with a powerful running pounce. 
	
	He had time to get one shot from his gun off while it was in the air. The blast from the shotgun shell was enough to dampen a bit of the beast’s momentum, it landed short of tackling with its full body. The claw still scratched his torso, but Tommy would always prefer a standing fight to being on his back. The Beowolf followed it up with more looping slashes, and Tommy answered with strikes from the bayonet of his gun. This was his first time fighting a Grimm, it was fierce but stupid, less interesting than fighting an actual person.
	
	The traded blows back and forth, raising a lot of noise from their brawl. They landed roughly equally, but Tommy got his legs in position to trip it, and sent it tumbling after a powerful blow. It rolled to its side and got back to its feet, but Tommy grabbed hold of its back during the scramble. He took hold of his gun with both hands and pulled it up against the throat of the Beowolf. The creature bucked wildly, trying to throw him off the back. While Tommy held on to his attempt to choke the beast and did his best to fight off nausea, he saw that there was someone standing in the distance.
	
	He couldn’t make out any details, but he still called out. “Lovely way to start the day, ain’t it?” Before he could finish the thought, the wolf threw him off. He dropped his gun during the fall but managed to land on his feet and kept hold of the bayonet portion. The beast lunged out to bite him, and Tommy threw out an elbow to meet it. It bit down hard on his elbow, but he still had other hand free and holding his knife. They were close now, perfect for landing punches. Tommy grit his teeth, ignored the pain of the bite, and unloaded with full force blows from the knuckles of his now detached bayonet. He punctuated each blow with an insult. “Fuck You!” “Piece of shit!” “Wolf thing!” “Shitwolf!” “Fuck you!” Even he knew it didn’t understand him, but it sure made him feel better to get it out.
	
	The Beowolf withered as each blow landed, finally crumpling into an unconscious heap. He looked at the wound on his elbow and decided it wasn’t worth worrying about right this moment. For now he’d like to meet whoever else was in the area. He shouted out “Hey, do you know we’re supposed to do?  We find something? Fight something? Am I supposed to fight you? That guy talked for too long.”
	
[@Lord Santa]