Arc Royale [Ch. 28, Ch. 30]

Over a million Grimm for me, Jaune thought with no small amusement. I should be flattered.

[...]

The sword cleaved through four Grimm in one swing and kept going. It cut a semi-circle, slaying every Grimm it touched until Knight caught the hilt and brough it to a stop. The momentum carried him forward and he was used to moving with it – used to Blake and Ruby protecting his back as he did, but these Grimm couldn't reach him anyway. Before they could react, he darted forward and past the still-falling Grimm he'd slain, where he completed a half spin and a two-handed slice that carved through twelve more.

His blood sang. His heart raced.

A laugh bubbled forth that would have gotten him in trouble in the royal court. It wasn't anything his friends hadn't heard before, often when they snuck off to take on Quests like the good old days. To risk their lives, save people, have fun and just experience the uncertainty of life and death. Even before he came here, it had been three months since the last. Ruby had been itching. He had been downright desperate. This could not have come at a better time.

Laughing in the face of their howls and roars, he dashed into them, carving his way through like a flaming brand through a block of butter. The Grimm here were weaker than back home. Like the locals, they lacked Levels and Stats, having instead a set degree of resilience as depicted by this world's biology. It was strange to him, alien, but it certainly was fun. He could grow, had grown, while they were forever stagnant. In all honesty, his Guild could wipe this entire world free of Grimm in the space of a few years if they'd all come here. That was how great the difference was. Great enough that he could catch the claw of an Ursa with his free hand, tear the thing's arm off with a violent twist and then swing said limb so hard it exploded on the face of another, sending it flying back with half its head caved in.

How many had he slain now?

One thousand? Ten thousand? Fifteen-?

It was impossible to tell and there were so many more. Hundreds of thousands remaining. An impossible battle even for him – he simply couldn't swing his sword that many times.

[...]

Still, and despite all that, all he could see was Grimm for miles. Hundreds of thousands of them remained, swarming him like an ocean of thick tar. Here, he could be himself. Let loose. Indulge. Perhaps even die.

"Let's find out." Knight twirled his sword and pointed it at the oncoming horde. "Come. Face me."

—Arc Royale [Ch. 28]



The Grimm were being cut down by their thousands; attacking in over a million, enough to tear a city to the ground – they might not have been enough to destroy Vale with the combined might of their huntsmen and Atlas' forces here, but they would have reaped a truly hideous toll on the defenders and the civilians living within. Here and now, they fell hundreds at a time to one man, who laughed happily as he tore through them. It really was a ridiculous showing.

Grimm waved his hand and sent more forward, enough to create a ball around the man and hopefully smother him to death.

[...]

The numbers were thinning, easily down to less than half a million left. The crazy bastard really was going to just go and solo a million Grimm, wasn't he? Ridiculous. The Grimm of his world must have been a thousand times stronger to threaten their kingdom.

—Arc Royale [Ch. 30]