"I will give you such a pain that will regret to ever born in the world," I said to it with gritted teeth and pulled back a half-eaten body toward me; it did not spot, just kept looking at me with a light smile on its face.
"Oh threats, how lovely; I hope you are powerful enough to keep them," it said with a smile as bloodline energy flared across its body and its swung its huge gemmed sword at me, with a speed of lightning and fitness that very few Grimms or humans of its age could manage.
This is Skal from White Foxman, or simply Foxman tribe; it is a scion, one of the most powerful Grimm tribes. The leader of their tribe sits in the coven and is one of the most powerful of Grand Lords, and this bastard in front of me is one of the top Grimms out there.
