Raven's Flight

Act One:
The full moon filled the night sky.

The stars seemed to reflect the moonlight.

The pale mint leaves filled the air with the aroma of ''Mentha piperita. ''

The night was beautiful.

But the single lone man walking across it was in no mood for the scenery.

Hǎiyáng slowly walked through the landscape. He had been wandering for quite some time now. He didn't even know what he was looking for. Maybe an escape, an escape from the fire.

The pain.

That pursued him wherever he went.

Hǎiyáng was distracted by a low growl. A beowolf slowly prowled into the clearing. Hǎiyáng wasn't scared. Although he was in no condition to fight, a single beowolf against him wouldn't even be considered a fight. Hǎiyáng readied Paramount Flame, only to whip around when another Beowolf jumped in.

Okay, now there was two of them. This might prove difficult.

Three more moved close, stalking their prey.

They arched their backs and howled to the moon.

The predators circled, growing closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Act 2:
It had been only a couple weeks since Royal had nursed him back to health. Later, he had asked him to gather some Peppermint leaves from Midnight Meadow, a part of his healing herbs. Usually, Hǎiyáng would have told him to get it himself, but he was too tired to argue.

So there he was. Fighting in the dark. Beowolves circling.

Hǎiyáng growled, similar to them. "Shut up."

Hǎiyáng made a dash forward so fast and so reckless, the first Beowolf didn't even have time to react. It was sliced cleanly in half by Paramount Flame, still in sawblade form. Hǎiyáng whipped around, throwing Paramount Flame like a discus, slashing another of the Grimm's throat.

The blade whipped around killing several others. But still more came. Hǎiyáng new why. The Grimm were drawn to feelings of negative energy, and he was full of them. Changing his blade into Photon Sword form, Hǎiyáng ignited it and killed several others, through a series of deadly slashes.

But they never stopped coming.

Hǎiyáng was tiring. He would meet his end quickly if he didn't do something. He barely avoided one of their claws, the razor sharp edge catching him in the side instead of bisecting him completely. Hǎiyáng struggled to avoid the rest of them, but his breathing was growing difficult.

It simply wasn't fair.

To survive Ash, and be killed by Grimm. Hǎiyáng "sheathed" Paramount Flame, accepting his fate.

The Beowolves circled, like sharks. Knowing their prey was wounded.

Act 3:
Hǎiyáng's eyes snapped open.

The cool darkness spread through every fiber of his body. It invigorated him. His turquoise aura blazed to life for the first time, igniting the darkness.

Hǎiyáng began to laugh. A cold dry sound that unnerved the Beowolves.

"Ha. Ha. Ha ha." Hǎiyáng threw his head back and laughed, his eyes blazed with a dark fire, much darker than the creatures of the Grimm.

"You are not creatures of the night."

"You merely adopted the darkness."

"Do you comprehend the powers you were gifted with, compared to the ones I was born into?"

Hǎiyáng snapped open Paramount Flame.

"I think not."

The blade was thrown so quickly it even astonished the Grimm. While it spun through the air, Hǎiyáng activated his semblance, targeting the Grimm's weaknesses, his fists and feet hitting pressure points that severely damaged the internal systems of the beasts.

Paramount Flame spun through the air, bouncing off multiple targets, slashing and cutting through the Grimm like a Photon Sword through spiderwebs (because a knife through hot butter doesn't get the point across).

The blade returned to him, Hǎiyáng switched it back to Photon Sword form, spinning the blade so fast, it just seemed like a buzz saw. Hǎiyáng slashed through them, each movement as intricate as a finely choreographed dance.

He was in his natural territory now. Everything was perfect. The darkness did not scare him, but gave him strength. The air filled with the scent of burning flesh as the blade cut through the Grimm.

Hǎiyáng was a clockwork machine, built for destruction. Each one was cut through with ease. When the last beast finally stood, Hǎiyáng rushed forward, incomprehensibly fast, the blade thrusting so fast it turned into a blur of green light.

Hǎiyáng jumped, spinning so fast his body turned into a drill, one massive blade built to cut through the roots of the evil in this world.

As the blade pierced the Grimm, it's body wasn't stabbed. It was obliterated. The flesh exploded, raining small bits of gore onto the earth.

Hǎiyáng reached down and picked up some mint leaves, continuing his journey home. Now he knew what to do.