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For how Grimm-infested the Emerald Forest was renowned to be, Daedalus found it pretty unusual that he had made it so far without being accosted by anything more threatening than a lone Beowulf or a few Boarbatusks. Granted he had only been moving (more akin to a sprint with a liberal dash of parkour to overcome obstacles in his path) for 10 minutes at most, and the Grimm in question were dealt with swiftly and before they could call for help, but he was able to conserve his energy more effectively because of it so he wasn't complaining.

He spotted a black shape moving through the trees ahead of him and slowed his pace, allowing to focus more on the potential targets ahead of him. Two more shapes joined the first, and he managed to catch a glimpse of one as it passed. Beowolves. He skirted the trio, only to see a half-dozen more in the trees behind them. He pulled back before mentally cycling though his weapon modes, his arms in front of his face like a boxer blocking a strike.

[i][color=coral]"Ranged Mode."[/color][/i]
The dual-barreled hard-light cannons rose from the top of his forearms, about 6 inches end to end. Orange energy glowed within the barrels, ready to form into bolts of deadly burning light at the squeeze of a metaphorical trigger. He released a slow exhale before stepping around the tree, arm extended and fist clenched. Time seemed to slow as he brought the weapon to bare on the nearest Beowulf, about 15 meters away.

[i][color=coral]"Configure: High Impact Mode."[/color][/i]
In almost slow motion, the light coalesced between the two rail-like barrels into a 5 inch long bolt before shooting off faster than the eye could follow. It smashed into the Grimm's head, the force of the impact and the subsequent explosion of kinetic energy obliterating everything above the shoulder and tossing the remaining corpse backwards. The remaining Grimm turned to address the new threat, but not fast enough to prevent a second shot tearing off the right arm and a fair amount of the chest of a second Beowulf. The burst of action took only a second and a half, but it was enough for Daedalus to break out into a run, heading straight for one of the stragglers at the back of the pack.

[i][color=coral]"Configure: Rapid Fire Mode."[/color][/i]
Arms raised, he fired off his weapons again but instead of a single bolt from between the rails, a hail of 2 inch nail-like bolts flew from the ends of each barrel. The smaller bolts, only a fifth of the power of the previous ones, weren't enough to instantly kill the Grimm, but they still had the power to tear off small chunks of black matter that equated to their flesh. Peppered with damage, the monster fell to its knees a second before Daedalus struck it with a flying kick, carrying it backwards with him on top like a surfer. It didn't have time to recover though, as the instant it hit the ground Daedalus let loose a fresh hail of bolts at point black. They tore through the unprotected neck and chin with ease, only stopping at they hit the boney armour plates on the other side. The creature was dead before it'd even stopped moving.

Without loosing his momentum, the cyborg kept running for a few more steps before spinning on his heel and taking a firing stance, opening up on the approaching Grimm with his right arm in Rapid Fire mode. Partially defended by the trees, the nearest Grimm was barely able to reach him, intent of slashing him with its claws. He sidestepped the Beowulf's attempt, allowing the creature to stumble past him, before extending his left arm and firing off a High Impact shot, tearing a messy hole roughly the size of a basketball through its torso. He turned back to the remainder of the pack, only to dive back to avoid having his head removed by another Beowulf's claws. He responded in kind with a long burst of Rapid Fire from both arms, forcing the creature to turn away to protect its face and instead shredding its left arm and shoulder. The ghost of a frown danced across his face as he saw this and his cybernetic eye flashed as his dismissed his guns.

[i][color=coral]"Blade Mode."[/color][/i]
Flicking his arms down and out to the sides, the hardlight blades blazed into life in a half-second as he burst forward, intent on finishing the wounded monster. One of the others stepped in his path, either to defend its ally or to simply kill him itself, but he ducked under its lazy swipe and kept running, leaving it a deep score in its side for the trouble from a passing blade slash. His original target notices his approach and swung his uninjured claw in a desperate strike, but Daedalus had been expecting that. Keeping his body low and his legs bent, he waited until the last moment before springing up, letting the Grimm's flailing attempt brush the tip of his metallic foot. At the apex of his jump, he cocked his left arm back with his right behind him before punching forward, the length of the blade tearing through the area between its neck and shoulders and coming back out a few inches below the opposite shoulder blade. As he landed, he ripped the blade out as he stepped back, tearing out the area of its back that would have been a spine and most of its left shoulder. 

Forced onto its knees by the momentum of the cyborg's landing, its entire left arm flopped uselessly as it roared, only to be silenced as his second blade separated its head from its shoulders. Two of the surviving Beowulfs decided to try their luck at the same time, only to be swiftly destroyed as Daedalus spun on his heel and rammed the length of the blade through their necks with two simultaneous thrusts. Waiting a second, he them harshly ripped the blades out, letting the already-decaying bodies to fall to the ground. During the whole ordeal, he didn't say a word, instead letting his weapons speak for him.

He stopped for a second, looking at the 3 remaining Beowulfs. They seemed to be frozen, stuck in place by fear or self-preservation, until he spoke. It was more for himself than the Grimm, but a casual observer might have assumed it was a taunt.

[color=black]"Well?"[/color]

(tl;dr - Daedalus just slaughtered 6 Beowulfs and scared 3 shitless)