A deep thick fog rolled in over night and filled with streets of Vaccuo. A place where Marlin grew up and still remained. With all that's been going around he's kept his personal home more in the status of a bunker. He didn't like people and visitors even more. Marlin strayed from tech, liking the conventional way of things, he thought of it more dependable. At his age he no longer searched for work, instead work came to him. Though his bunker styled home, he had a mail slot on the main street, a sign above it reading: 

[center][i]"Marlin Skyy
Tradesman"[/i][/center]

He didn't consider himself a hunter, though his particular set of skills would be classified as such. With his reputation his name was getting around, but only to those who needed him, he wasn't famous or anything. Those who requested his help would drop a letter in his slot, which fell down a shaft and landed in a basket to the right of his desk. Marlin didn't have much furniture, an old metal chest for his clothing, a wooden desk that was barely standing by a nail, and a spring mattress that had a couple decades of wear and tear on it. He often fell asleep at his desk, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, glancing over the letters and tossing most of them in the trash.

Some of those letters contained requests that were not his style, rescuing lost jewelry, being a bodyguard for some hotshot, or even finding a lost pet. And those that had tasks he was into, didn't pay enough. That was until a light weight letter fell, completely missing the basket, which was full, and landing on the floor near his chest. Marlin looked at it with a face of grimace before reaching down and placing it on his desk. Written to a dear 'Mr. Skyy' which he didn't get often, it was a request from Beacon, an academy from a distant city. The letter was directly from Ozpin, offering a large sum of money if he had succeeded in cleansing ruins that sat just outside of Vale. Marlin hadn't seen an offer with that many zeros for a few years. He had to accept, of course it was perfect for his talents, Butcher of Grimm. Sending a letter back confirming that the deed will be done, Marlin simply stood up from his desk and left with very little supplies, primarily his pouch of dust and a flask.

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After a couple days journey Marlin had eventually arrived at the ruins from which he was told to clear. He could smell the Grimm already, primarily Beowolfs. From years of hunting such creatures for sport, he could tell the difference from a certain trait they would leave behind. Beowolfs had a strong smell to them, and the place was wreaking of it. Marlin pulled out his flask and took a swig before putting it back into his pocket. His normal attire consisted of a vest that squeezed tight around his torso, low-cut and wide on the shoulders, a greyish-blue tone to it. He wore a set of covert combat pants with plenty of pockets containing more dust and a spot for his flask, these were black. A belt fitted tight held his pouch of dust bearing the same color as his vest, which also matched his boots. A set of boots that woven up to just below his knees, his pants tucked in. He preferred this outfit to best suit his mobility and combat. He didn't wear any hats, the feeling on his large tiger like ears made it uncomfortable, the same reason why he never wore a coat or a cape, bothered his thick tail. 

Marlin mentally prepared himself before taking a step forward, as a practitioner of aura and martial arts, his mental balance was important to him. He meditated for a couple minutes before setting his target in his eyes. With a quick manipulation of aura to his legs he sprung towards the cave entrance and made himself known to the creatures inside. A dozen or so Beowolfs charged out, some bigger than others but no Alpha. Marlin smirked pushing his aura to both his hands and feet, leaving his torso unprotected. These Grimm were small and didn't require the needed or wanted buff from his dust crystals. He jumped at the closest one charging, kicking it twice before finishing it off with another kick that swung around his body. The beast was sent back flying only to evaporate mid-flight. [color=8493ca]"Still got it,"[/color] he said with a grin, not 'exercising' lately. Marlin fought the remaining Grimm with ease, a couple punches and kicks and they were no longer around. He knew that was no where near what was remaining in the ruins.

Approaching the backside of the cave there wasn't much to see, only a few markings which Marlin studied for a moment, he could see a repeated placement of a dust crystal. He came to the conclusion that this place wasn't just home to Grimm, considering that the ones he just fought were no where near challenging, anybody could come through. He pulled out his pouch of various crystals, trial and error till he found one that fit and worked. The back wall opened as he suspected. [color=8493ca]"Knew this mission was bigger than it seemed."[/color]

Marlin ventured in deeper, coming across various paths to choose from, but mainly following the scent of Beowolfs. The slaying continued, Grimm falling left and right as his fought his way down, his fists and feet glowing with colored aura from dust. Ice and scorch marks left behind as his signature. Though his task was mainly Grimm, his ears caught the attention of a couple screams. Marlin followed the sounds till he came across a cavern, a large one at that. Immediately falling back and only peaking around the corner. He spotted a man in a white suit, slaughtering White Fang members. Marlin should've known the White Fang would use such a cave, but to hear and see them be killed was not his business. He had a job to do and money to earn. He knew best when to stay out of someone elses business, besides, that man could be trying to make a living like himself, hired killer so to speak.

Quickly leaving the area Marlin continued deeper into the cave. He had been fighting for a couple hours, still not finding the Alpha to such a large pack. But the numbers of Grimm were large. Marlin came across another cavern, an even larger one than that which the White Fang was found. This cavern had a couple Deathstalkers rather than Beowolfs, something that took him by surprise but raised an excitement in his veins.

Snapping ice into both his hands and feet he charged at the two. Throwing a direct punch at one of their stingers headed straight for him, it froze on contact and shattered by the shier force of his attack. He slammed his foot in the same one's claw and froze it to the ground before flipping off and dodging an attack from the other. With one missing it's stinger and frozen to the ground, his fight got a little more interesting. His replaced his boots dust with fire, charging at the free roaming Deathstalker. Another jump and two kicks to push back both claws allowed him to strike the armored head with his fist, presenting his body standing upside down while his hand laid on the head of the Grimm, it's armor broken and missing. With a target on its back the Deathstalker struck down with its stinger, only for Marlin to catch it with his feet, flipping backwards using his legs to slam the stinger into the Grimm's head. The tiger jumped down and walked to the last Deathstalker still struggling at its claw frozen to the ground. Marlin removed the aura and placed it all into his left fist, he amplified it with an earth crystal. Using his free arm to catch to the attacking claw and hold it in place, he drilled his fist into mouth of the Deathstalker, colliding with it's skull and shattering the bones within. Watching the beast dissipate around his arm, he turned his head towards the tunnel from which he came, looking at two figures he sensed approaching just moments ago.