The running away had stopped; the Grimms understood the futility of it. There is no escape.
If they ran, the two monsters would catch them before they could even cross into the safe space and teleport, and the two monsters only needed a single attack to finish them off.
There is one who had teleported through the broken space; whether it succeeded or not, no one could tell.
Though it is quite regretful, the bastard had the bloodline.
So, now they are fighting, fighting with their life on the line, holding back nothing, burning their core and bloodline.
I am still entertaining these good gentlemen; I have no intention of killing them. At least till all the Grimms are killed, the normal Grimms, not videttes.
