Tenne Grimm Slaughter

Tenne shot them down without a sound. A bullet floated from his side to hover above his open hand and then flashing across the open ground. He was a telekinetic specializing in small objects like my father, but the difference lied in the specifics as it tended to with Semblances. In Tenne’s case, he couldn’t control anywhere near as many objects as my father, nor could he manipulate them as finely.

But what he did control, he could move very, very quickly.

Little more than a blur even to my Clairvoyance, the bullet flashed across the open space, tracing in and out of the bodies of Grimm—through limbs, through heads, through everything in its path. Its course seemed erratic, shifting darting zigzags to graceful loops, but it slaughtered everything it came near regardless. I saw my mother taking slow, deep breaths as stood at the very edge of the lava, drops of sweat making trails down her face; whether it was because of the heat or if it was simply tiring to keep the lava from cooling, I wasn’t sure. Still, for nearly two minutes she and Tenne slaughtered every Grimm brave enough to show their face, creating a pile of bodies high enough to hide the hole from sight. Looking at it, seeing the power of just two Hunters working together…it was amazing to watch.

And yet, though they’d killed perhaps three hundred Grimm in less than two minutes, it wasn’t enough. I doubted Ren and Nora noticed, wondered if even the other Hunters could truly saw it, but after a while, Tenne’s bullet stopped passing through the Grimm and started leaving pockmarks and cracks. Whereas before, it would pass through one skull on the way to the next, it soon began to bounce off, needed a second hit to the same location to truly penetrate, then three, four, or more. Soon, the tide they’d stemmed continued forth as more armored monstrosities rose from the earth, creatures durable enough to shrug off bullets and wade through lava.