Grimm clenched the throttle of The Nightmare's Grasp like a vice grip as the ship tore through the depths of hyperspace. The hyperspace jump was a spectacle, a swirling vortex of vibrant colors and shimmering lights. It was a sight that could mesmerize any onlooker, but Grimm was not in the mood for appreciation. He left Coravelis behind in hot pursuit of the coordinates given to him by an unknown source. The breach of his privacy was a violation he did not take lightly, and he was determined to find the source. His eyes blazed with Dark Matter as he gripped the throttle of the ship like a vice. Thoughts and speculations consumed Grimm’s mind.

Who sent the message? Was this a trap or a genuine lead? Only time would tell.

RIVEN's melodious voice cut through the silence of the ship's cabin. "Approaching destination coordinates, Grimm."

The words broke through Grimm's reverie, settling his attention. He relaxed his grip on the throttle. His mind shifted from the breach to the imminent confrontation that lay ahead.

The Nightmares Grasp emerged from hyperspace with a surge of power. It materialized in the midst of a gathering storm. A constellation of ships spread out across the expanse, dotting the space above the unknown planet like a swarm of insects. Grimm narrowed his gaze to see the ships in more detail. Each vessel bore the unmistakable markings of bounty hunters. A glance through the viewports revealed vessels of varied designs— Sleek fighters, hulking freighters, and nimble interceptors, all converging on the same planet. The ship’s bore the marks of its crew, personalized with distinctive colors, emblems, and battle scars.

Grimm observed the gathering, a hint of annoyance creasing his brow.

"Seems we have company, looks like we weren't the only ones who received that tip. Hunters are swarming this location like a pack of vultures." Grimm muttered, his eyes scanning the swarm of ships.

RIVEN's voice held a note of agreement as she replied, "It appears so, Grimm. The coordinates seem to have drawn quite a crowd."

The planet itself loomed before them; its desolate nature apparent even from afar. Its surface is scarred by the remnants of extensive mining operations. The atmosphere was a sickly yellow, thin and barely enough to sustain life. This was the result of centuries of industrial pollution. It was a planet that had been sucked dry of its resources and then abandoned, left to rot in the cold emptiness of space.

As Grimm guided the Nightmares Grasp through the planet's atmosphere, the sickly yellow clouds parted to reveal the full extent of the planet's desolation. The ground was a patchwork of cracked earth and deep chasms, scars of relentless mining. There were no signs of life, no vegetation, no water bodies, just an endless expanse of barren land. The landscape was punctuated by dilapidated mining fixtures, remnants of a bygone era.

As Grimm continued his flight, the swarm of other bounty hunters' ships followed his lead. Their collective trajectories seemed to be converging on the same point. The sight of their synchronized movement deepened his suspicion that they were all being lured. Curiosity mingled with his caution as he pondered the possibility of this being a ruse.

Who could have orchestrated it and why?

After a few tense moments, the assembly of ships arrived at their destination. A gargantuan structure loomed in the distance, a relic of the planet's industrial past. It was an abandoned resource factory, its towering silos and sprawling complexes now home to nothing but dust and echoes. The factory was a monolith of rusted metal and crumbling concrete, its once bustling activity replaced by the howl of wind and whisp's of dust. The rusted metal structures stood like sentinels, their machinery dilapidated, and their tools long forgotten. The facility's state of disrepair mirrored the desolation of the planet itself.

With caution, Grimm piloted his ship away from the congested cluster of hunters. He found a clearing not too far from the factory, secluded yet close enough to keep a watchful eye. The Nightmares Grasp touched down with a gentle thud, its engines quieting to a low hum as it kicked up a cloud of dust. He exited the ship, the hatch hissing shut behind him.

As Grimm disembarked, he was met with a gust of wind that carried with it a bitter smell of rust and soot. His boots crunched on the fine gravel as he surveyed his surroundings. The factory loomed in the distance, its silhouette stood tall against the setting sun.

Taking a moment to center himself, Grimm directed his attention to RIVEN.

"Activate cloaking mechanism, RIVEN," Grimm commanded sharply.

In response, a wave of energy emanated from The Nightmare's Grasp, enveloping the ship in a shroud of shimmering particles. The ship glimmered for a moment before disappearing, leaving only the faintest distortion in the air to mark its presence.

With his ship secured, Grimm cracked his knuckles, ready to face whatever threats may lie ahead. But before he could proceed further, a rumbling sound reached his ears, growing louder with each passing moment. He turned his gaze toward the sound, squinting through the murky atmosphere. A group of speeders emerged from the horizon, kicking up a massive cloud of dust in their wake. Grimm's eyes never wavered from the approaching group. It became apparent that these were some of the bounty hunters who had landed alongside him.

Without hesitation, Grimm summoned his own speeder, swiping his finger across the touchpad on his bracer. The sleek black machine emerged from the cloaked ship and drifted towards him, its engine purring softly. He mounted the speeder, revved the exhaust, and raced towards the approaching group, his cloak billowing behind him.

As he approached, the dust cloud kicked up by the speeders became a looming wall, obscuring the riders from view. Grimms gaze narrowed further, his eyes pierced through the veil of dust to scan for more details. He noted the diverse assortment of bounty hunters—each with their own distinct style and gear. Some were rugged, adorned with makeshift armor and bearing an assortment of blaster rifles. Others showcased sleeker, more sophisticated equipment, emphasizing precision and speed.

As the distance between Grimm and the approaching group of speeders rapidly diminished, the dust cloud continued to rage like a storm. Within moments they were face to face. Grimm's speeder sharply drifted sideways, angling itself to effectively block their path.

The group of bounty hunters were momentarily caught off guard. Each vehicle screeched to a halt with the sound of engines reverberating through the air. Silence descended upon them, broken only by the howl of wind and low hum of idling hovercrafts.

With caution, the hunters disembarked from their speeders. At the forefront stood their leader, his battle-worn armor was adorned with many scars. He slowly removed his helmet, revealing a surprisingly handsome face. Despite his appearance, his features were etched with experience. The leader's deep grey eyes met Grimm's with a mix of wariness and respect as he addressed him.

"Well, I’ll be damned, if it isn't the infamous Grimm. Heard a lot about you, mate. Name's Kellan Voss, leader of this ragtag bunch. Looks like the whole lot of hunters showed up to the party."

Grimm remained silent, watching Kellen with a predatory glare.

"I presume you're here for the same reason as the rest of us," Kellan states. "Received an anonymous message on our communicators about these coordinates eh?"

Grimm's suspicion is confirmed, and a scowl forms on his face. "It's a trap, that much is clear" he retorts. "Death's Dance wants us to walk right into his clutches. He’s counting on us to fight each other, thin the herd."

Kellan nods, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "That seems to be the case. Many of the bounty hunters here fly solo, they're all gonna try to get to Deaths Dance first. It’s a bloodbath waitin’ to happen."

Grimm's features hardened as his eyes narrowed. "And the ones who survive will likely meet their end within those factory walls," he added. "It's a dangerous game he’s playing, and I don’t intend to play for much longer " Grimm growls, his fists clenched.

Kellan rubbed his head nervously while acknowledging Grimm's observation, his gaze flickering to invisible Nightmare's Grasp in the distance. "I saw your ship in space before our descent. Knew you were someone worth speaking to, given your reputation."

Grimm's expression remained guarded, but a flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes. "You have a proposal then Kellan? I've already made it clear to others that I work alone."

Kellen let out a low chuckle. "I figured you'd say that. But hear me out mate. We need someone like you. Someone who can keep us alive in there. How about this? We split the reward, sixty-forty. Plus, I've got something you might be interested in."

From a pouch on his belt, Kellen produced an artifact. It was a small, intricately carved statuette, made from a material that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. It was clearly of alien origin, a design unlike anything Grimm has found in his travels.

"Behold, the artifact of Nerevar," Kellan said, his voice low and reverent. "I got this bad boy on an expedition a few months back. It's said to hold the ability to trans-mutate any substance in the galaxy, but I can't seem to get the damned thing to work. Maybe you can get more use out of it."

It was a prize worth pursuing, and Kellan knew it.

Grimm's eyes gleamed as he regarded the artifact, a hunger for its power burning within him. "Let me see it up close."

With caution, Kellan approached Grimm, keeping a careful grip on the artifact. He held it out, allowing Grimm to inspect it at close range. The artifact pulsed with an ethereal energy, captivating and mysterious.

A slight smile curled Grimm's lips as he turned his attention back to Kellan. "I accept your deal, but only on one condition—I want the artifact upfront."

Kellan hesitated, reluctance in his eyes.

Grimm pressed further, sensing Kellan's uncertainty

"You should know better than to offer me a deal you can’t complete," Grimm stated sharply. "I could just obliterate you all and take the artifact for myself without breaking a sweat."

Kellan gulped as his features contorted; Grimm's words were not one’s to be taken lightly. After a moment of contemplation, he reluctantly nodded his agreement.

"Fine," Kellan grumbled. "I’d rather not get turned to dust. You get the artifact now, but I trust you'll have our backs."

“I'm a man of my word, Kellan” Grimm replied

The artifact was promptly handed over, but the tension between them was palpable. Grimm made sure to stow it away within a compartment of his speeder for safekeeping.

Grimm suddenly turned, facing Kellan and the rest of the group. His presence alone commanded attention, but when he spoke, his voice was powerful.

"I want to make one thing clear," Grimm began, his voice echoing through the landscape.

The entire group stilled. "You've just handed your lives over to me. And I’m the only reason you might walk out of this encounter still breathing."

His eyes scanned the assembly, ensuring his words were absorbed by every single member. "From this moment forward, until that bastard Death’s Dance is neutralized, you belong to me. You breathe when I say breathe. You shoot when I say shoot. You step out of line, and I won't hesitate to end you. Not because of any alliance, but because weakness will get you all killed."

Kellan swallowed hard, glancing at his crew. He could see the dawning realization in their eyes. In this venture, Grimm's word was law.

"Do we have an understanding?" Grimm growled, his eyes piercing into each of them.

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group, their nods signaling a collective understanding. Kellan Voss, despite his initial hesitance, nodded slowly as well, a signal of his submission. "You heard him lads.........let's try to stay on his good side"

The silence was palpable. The fierce reputation of Grimm and the legends surrounding him were enough to quell any doubts or queries that might have lingered.

"Right then," he responded with finality, the brief moment of silence broken “Let's go meet our competition”

With the deal struck, the group re-mounted their speeders once again, revving their engines in unison. Grimm led the pack, a massive dust cloud erupting behind them as they zoomed onward. In the distance, the sprawling factory came into view. Its metallic structures stood as behemoths against the barren landscape. As they raced towards the factory a few miles ahead, the sounds of conflict filled the air. Echoes of blaster fire, clashing metal, and the screams of combat could be heard. The sounds grew louder, more intense, as they drew closer to its epicenter.

In moments, the sounds reached a crescendo as they arrived at the factory's outskirts. Grimm brought his speeder to a sudden halt. He held up his hand, gesturing for the rest of the group to stop. A glance through the swirling dust revealed a sea of bounty hunters engaged in fierce combat. Each had been drawn into a bloodbath, motivated by the allure of Death's Dance enormous bounty. Alliances crumbled as every bounty hunter turned on each other in a savage free-for-all.

Blaster fire bolted across the sandy dunes, leaving glassy streaks where the intense heat melted the silica. Jetpack-wearing hunters zoomed through the air, firing indiscriminately at the masses below, their high-pitched whooshes blending with the staccato rhythm of weapon discharges. In return, ground-based hunters raised their rifles skywards, unleashing a torrent of bolts that illuminated the battlefield in a chaotic light show.

At the entrance of the facility, the bloodbath reached its zenith. Bodies of bounty hunters, their colorful armor charred and dented, were piled up in a grotesque mound. A vicious brawl was underway, every bounty hunter fighting with desperate ferocity to get inside.

Amidst the massacre, hover-tanks trundled forward, their heavy cannons firing explosive rounds into the crowd. Each impact created a crater of destruction, the bounty hunters caught in the blast radius reduced to bloody fragments in an instant.

Overhead, Speeders screamed across the sky, their engines whining against the tumultuous noise of battle. A flurry of blaster fire rained down from them, illuminating the sky. On the ground, hunters sought cover beneath the looming dunes, their defensive shields flickering under heavy fire.

High above the melee, ships circled like vultures, their powerful ion cannons causing the ground to shake with each devastating bombardment. Some swooped low to deploy more combatants, their drop pods crashing into the sand and releasing fresh hunters into the brutal fray.

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With a swift leap, Grimm dismounted his speeder, his cloak billowing behind him. He stood at the precipice of the carnage, his presence radiating an aura of raw power. His crimson eyes narrowed, analyzing the battlefield, identifying targets.

"Just try to keep up Kellan" Grimm growled

Kellen shot back a cheeky smile. "Oh, you can bet your ass I will mate"

With a flourish of his cloak, he leaped into the fray. Grimm landed with a thunderous boom, the impact cracking the ground beneath his feet. As he emerged from the swirling dust cloud, a wave of shocked gasps echoed around him. Every hunter who saw him fell deathly silent, their gaze fixed upon the cloaked figure before them.

The fear was tangible, filling the air like an oppressive gas.

"I-its HIM" one bounty hunter stammered.

"I thought he was a myth" another replied trembling

“I don’t give a fuck who he is, it’s him or us” a bolder hunter snarled

Despite their terror, they moved forward, an endeavor that would prove to be foolish.

Grimm stood motionless, his gaze piercing the torrential sands. They darted back and forth across the battlefield, processing the movements of the thousands before him.

Suddenly, the whine of a speeder broke Grimms' reverie, a solitary bounty hunter rocketing towards him. Blaster fire stitched a searing path through the air towards Grimm, but they met an immovable object. The shots dissipated harmlessly against Grimm's towering form.

Grimm remained motionless as he watched the speeder rapidly approach. At the last possible moment, Grimm's hands shot out, seizing the nose of the speeder. With a burst of strength, he crushed the head of the vehicle like a tin can, the metal crumpling under the immense pressure. The speeder was smashed downwards, its engine sputtering and sparking. His gaze shifted to the bounty hunter inside, who was pinned beneath the crumpled wreckage. With a grunt, Grimm tore the bounty hunter from the vehicle, their limbs hanging limply. He gripped the hunter's head with both hands, his fingers digging into their skull like a vice.

With a sickening crunch, he twisted the hunter's head clean off, the spine following in a grisly display of raw power. The body collapsed to the ground as blood spurted from the severed neck. The sandy ground absorbed the hot liquid staining it red.

"What a pathetic lot you all are," Grimm taunted, his voice rumbling like thunder.

At that moment, a chorus of screams erupted from the bounty hunters who witnessed Grimm's actions. Some scrambled for safety but most desperately tried to fight back.

Yet there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Grimm launched himself forward once again towards the closest hunter. His gauntlet cracked against her skull, caving it in with one crushing blow. She dropped to the ground like a sack of lead, dead before she could even scream. Blood pooled at his feet, its coppery smell overpowering his senses. Grimm smiled maniacally, he reveled in the rush of war, no other feeling could compare.

Meanwhile, Kellan and his team tried to match Grimm's ferocity but were constantly overshadowed.

"Bloody hell" Kellen thought to himself, his eyes wide with shock. "His speed is unnatural......"

Grimm continued his rampage across the battlefield. He swiftly snatched a hunter by the throat, lifting them effortlessly off the ground.

"Please I-I'm sorry" the bounty hunter pleaded

"Too late," Grimm growled. With a twist of his hand, he snapped their neck like a twig.

As the body crumpled, Grimm was already moving onto the next target. A quick sidestep evaded an energy salvo from a massive mech. The hulking machine loomed over Grimm, its metal cannons crackling. Grimm wasted no time, each step creating a miniature shockwave in the ground beneath him.

As the mech aimed another energy burst, Grimm leapt into the air, using a damaged hovercraft as a springboard. Mid-flight, he clutched onto one of the mech's arms, ripping it off with raw force. Circuits sparked and wires snapped. The giant machine wobbled; its balance disrupted.

But Grimm wasn’t done.

With the severed arm, he swung it like a club, smashing it into the mech's torso. The impact buckled metal and sent the mech careening backwards. The machine quickly became a deadly projectile, as it carved a gory path through other combatants.

Amidst the fiery debris, Grimm straightened his posture, the mech's arm dropping to the ground with a heavy clang. His gaze cut through the dust, piercing the throngs of advancing bounty hunters.

"You all want a piece of me? Come and get it." His challenge hung in the air. Eyes darted among the hunters; some hands tightened around weapons, while others hesitated, their lips quivering.

"No takers? Fine.", With a savage growl, Grimm leaped into the air, his body spinning in a deadly whirlwind. A spinning kick caught an unsuspecting hunter in the chest, the force catapulting him into the air before he was torn apart by the explosive release of kinetic energy. The man's dismembered limbs rained down like gory confetti.

Abruptly a plasma bolt seared the air towards Grimm. A lone bounty hunter in powered armor attempting to take his shot. Grimm merely tilted his head, the bolt passing harmlessly. Then, he was upon the man, his fist sinking into the hunter's chest plate. The hunter's eyes widened as he felt the grip of Grimm's hand closing around the armor's pulsating power core.

Grimm's fingers tightened as he crushed the core. The sound of fracturing metal and malfunctioning systems echoed. Within moments, a violent eruption consumed both figures. Cascading energy from the sabotaged core ignited an explosion.

The shockwave rolled outward, pushing back those nearby and bathing the vicinity in a blinding light. When the smoke cleared and vision returned to the crowd, there stood Grimm, unharmed. A small crater surrounded him while the ground was scorched black with embers.

In the frenzied crowd, another hunter took aim and launched a missile from his wrist-mounted launcher. The projectile whistled through the air, homing in on its target. Grimm, however, was keenly aware and swatted the missile aside as if it were an annoyance. The explosive veered off its path, colliding with a derelict speeder and erupting into an inferno.

As the battle intensified, the surrounding bounty hunters began to converge on grimm. One hunter, clad in high-tech armor, triggered a built-in weapon system. A sleek metallic drone detached from his shoulder, shooting up into the sky. It hovered for a moment before turning its glowing maw toward Grimm, unleashing a hail of energy missiles.

Grimm glanced upward, observing the drone. With a casual flick of his wrist, a hidden blade from his gauntlet shot forth, piercing the drone and destroying it instantly. The hunter, stared in shock before Grimm’s massive hand came forth and gripped his helmeted head. With a squeeze the helmet and skull beneath gave way, brain matter seeping out between Grimm’s fingers.

Elsewhere, a group of hunters took advantage of the temporary distraction. They rushed toward Grimm, weapons in hand. One fired a net made of energy cords hoping to ensnare him. Grimm roared, a burst of pure energy radiating out from him that evaporated the net and sent the hunters sprawling backward.

Their ears rang, their vision blurred, but the looming figure of Grimm cast a shadow that quickly sharpened into focus. Before the hunters could even process what had happened, Grimm snatched up one of their energy spears.

One hunter tried to scramble away, his arm outstretched in an attempt to retrieve a fallen plasma gun. Before he could reach it, Grimm was upon him. He swiftly drove the energy spear through the hunter's shoulder and into the ground below, pinning him.

"And where did you think you were going?" Grimm whispered, leaning so close, that he was only inches away.

Without breaking eye contact he stomps his boot on to the hunter's head. The downward pressure cracks the skull. The hunter's eyes soon bulge as blood, bone fragments, and gray matter spray outward in every direction.

Simultaneously, the remaining hunters seem to have regained their footing, using the chaos to surround Grimm once again. Unfazed, Grimm twisted his body in a blur of motion as his foot lashed out in a sweeping arc that shattered the kneecaps of every hunter that surrounded him. Scream's echoed as the hunters crumpled to the ground, clutching their mangled limbs.

Grimm turned to face another, his fist slamming into the chest of the foe. The blow was so potent that it didn't just break bones - it liquified them. Blood and chunks of tissue sprayed out from the man's back as he was thrown hundreds of feet away, skidding lifelessly across the dirt.

With an agile spin, Grimm executed an elbow strike to the temple of the nearest adversary. The force was such that the side of the hunter's head caved in. A sickening squelch resonating as blood spurted from the hole created by the blow.

Around Grimm, other hunters desperately tried to flee.

But he would allow none to escape.

With predatory senses, he scanned the crowd, zeroing in on a cluster of bounty hunters. He closed the distance in an instant. His arms shot out while his fingers wrapped around the necks of the closest two. With a grunt, Grimm violently smashed their heads together, their skulls bursting open in a shower of blood and brain matter.

Grimm's gaze turned skyward. A ship could be herd rocketing towards him, ion cannons blazing. Grimm crouched, his muscles tensing. He suddenly explodes upwards, cracks spider-webbing from the ground beneath him. As he makes contact, his fist pierces through the hull of the vessel. The ship plummets to the ground in an inferno as Grimm lands back into the fray.

With each passing second, the hunters around him were falling victim to his overwhelming power. Blood stained the sands, bodies piled up around him. Hunters desperately fired their blasters but their bolts were ineffective against Grimm's imposing form. He surged towards them with unrelenting force.

Meanwhile, Kellan and his crew raced to keep up, letting loose a barrage from their own blasters at any hunters who had evaded Grimm's onslaught.

"Stay sharp, Voss!" Grimm's voice sliced through hail of blaster fire. "I can thin the ranks, but I can't watch every angle. Keep your guard up!"

His words rang out, carrying both the weight of a directive and the assurance of backup.

Using Grimm as a shield, Kellan's team pressed on, eyes darting and hearts pounding to the rhythm of battle.

Suddenly, a massive hover tank lumbered into view, its quad-barrels spewing volleys of energy rounds indiscriminately. The rounds blossomed into destructive light, incinerating everything within their impact radius. Other hunters scurried like rats attempting to evade the tank's deadly artillery.

Grimm smiled at the sight of a challenge.

In a single fluid movement, he launched himself towards the tank like a living missile. The air around him compressed with the force of his charge as he propelled forward.

With a thunderous impact, Grimm's shoulder collided with the tank's reinforced armor. The momentum of Grimm's charge buckled the tank's outer plating, the metal crumpling under the intense pressure. The tank shuddered as its forward momentum had been completely haulted.

Without a moment's pause, Grimm's hands found the tank's cockpit, his fingers digging into the metal like talons through flesh. With a primal roar, he tore the canopy off, exposing the terrified crew inside.

Grimm reached into the tank's cockpit, his gauntlets enclosing around the crew's fleshy forms. With a brutal twist, he ripped them limb from limb, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the air. Blood poured from their mutilated remains while their screams of agony were silenced by Grimm's hands. He then tossed their dismembered bodies from the tank like broken playthings.

Rising from his hunched position, Grimm turned his attention to repositioning the massive war machine. Grimm gripped the tank's undercarriage and heaved the vehicle, flipping it to its side. It landed with a crash, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air.

With a slight breath, Grimm glanced back towards Kellan, a signal for him and his team to group behind the overturned tank. The massive machine would provide more than ample cover for them.

"Don't let anyone get past me" Grimm snarled, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Without wasting another moment, Grimm resumed his onslaught. Another bounty hunter charged from the crowd, a high-frequency blade shimmering in his grasp. As he brought down the blade in a desperate arc, Grimm effortlessly caught the hunter's wrist. With a savage twist, Grimm snapped their arm like a twig, the blade clattering uselessly to the ground. Grimm grinned sadistically, his crimson eyes blazing. With his other hand, he countered with an open-palmed strike that sent the attacker reeling backward. The man's chest cavity exploded under the impact, with organs and viscera spilling onto the sands. Grimm released his grip, the hunter's remaining arm collapsing to the ground.

The battle did not seem to let up as another audacious hunter lunged at Grimm, his plasma whip whistling through the air. But Grimm was quicker. He rolled under the coil gracefully. Rising up, he executed a shovel hook to the body. The force of the blow was so immense that it crushed the hunter's armor. The hunter's body buckled, ribs cracking audibly as Grimm's fist tore through him. Grimm followed up with a devastating uppercut that separated the bounty hunter's jaw from their face, leaving it hanging by a thread. The body quickly collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap.

As Grimm delved deeper into the fray, Kellan Voss and his crew served as strategic support. They had secured a perimeter surrounding the husk of the obliterated tank. From this vantage point, they had a clear view of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the chaos for any threats that might approach themselves or Grimm from behind. Kellan and his team watched the violence unfold from afar.

"By the stars mate, what have we gotten ourselves into?" Kellan whispers to himself, his face pale.

"We should have never asked this guy for help Kell," Lior, the group's astral navigator, mutters, his voice trembling.

"If we survive this, we'll be some of the richest hunters out there," Growled Karnn, the group's heavy gunner. "We just have to keep piling bodies, don’t we boss?”

"Fuck the violence then and keep your eyes peeled" Kellan ordered, his voice steady despite the carnage unfolding before them. "Grimm’s got our back, so we got his, plain and simple. Any bastard that tries to sneak up on him gets a blast between the eyes, you got me?”.

His crew nodded in response, understanding the task at hand. While Grimm was the unstoppable force tearing through the enemy ranks, they were the unseen guardians ensuring that no foe could get out alive.

Their weapons were trained on the battlefield, fingers twitching on triggers as they watched Grimm's back. Every now and then, a bounty hunter would break away from the main fray, attempting to flank Grimm or launch a surprise attack. But each time, they were met with a hail of gunfire from Kellan's crew. The air was filled with the staccato rhythm of their weapons. Sharp blasts echoed through the battlefield as they cut down the would-be attackers.

Kellan, meanwhile, had taken up a position slightly apart from his crew. His weapon of choice was a neutron sniper rifle, a deadly tool in the hands of a skilled marksman.

And Kellan was nothing if not skilled.

His eyes were sharp, his hands steady as he scanned the battlefield through the rifle's scope. Each time he found a target, he would exhale slowly, his finger squeezing the trigger with practiced ease. The rifle would kick back, a bright flash of light marking the discharge of the neutron round.

The effect was instantaneous. Targeted bounty hunter heads would explode, their bodies collapsing as other hunters looked around on in shock. One by one, Kellan picked off as many hunters as he could.

His shots never missing their mark.

Gazing towards Kellan direction, Grimm spotted a bounty hunter rushing towards his blindside. With preternatural speed, he closed the distance across the entire battlefield. In an instant, Grimm seized the hunter's weapon. His glowing eyes blazed with dark matter as the hunter trembled.

"Any last words?" Grimm growls, his voice chilling.

"P-please I-" the hunter stammered, their voice trembling with fear.

Not wasting time, Grimm crushed their weapon into a mangled mess of metal. With a savage thrust, he drove the crushed rifle into the hunter's skull, bursting forth violently upon contact. Grimm tossed the bloody weapon and broken body aside, then turning to face Kellan.

"Like I said, I'm a man of my word" he states before launching himself back into the fray.

Kellans crew continued to look in awe as Grimm tore through countless warring bounty hunters. The power they were witnessing was something they had never seen in thier lifetime.

In the face of thousands, Grimm stood defiantly. Their weapons blazed as monstrous roars echoed through the desolate expanse. Grimm wasted no time and met them head on. His fists felled hunter after hunter, their broken bodies littering the battlefield.

Grimm's armor was splattered with gore, slight scuffs now visible.

Yet he showed no signs of slowing down.

"We witnessing history boys" Karnn murmured, his eyes wide as he watched Grimm rip a hunter in half with his bare hands. "He's a god-damn monster."

Kellan didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the battlefield as he lined up his next shot. But inwardly, he completely agreed. Grimm was indeed a monster, wielding a level of power no single being should possess. But, as long as Grimm was on their side Kellan's fears were quelled. With him, they stood a chance against whatever threats awaits them within the factory walls.

As the dust settled, Grimm remained standing,

The wind howled, a mournful lament across the desolate landscape. The battlefield was scarred by craters and the charred remains of once-mighty vehicles. Hulks of war machines lay strewn about, witnesses to the devastation that had unfolded.

Grimm's boots crunched on the scorched earth, as he breathed in deeply.

He stood tall amidst the wreakage, his cloak billowing like a blood-soaked banner. Beneath his feet, the ground was littered with the mangled remains of those foolish enough to challenge him. Their lifeless eyes stared up at the yellow sky, lesser beings felled by a monster.

Suddenly, with a fluidity that belied his size, Grimm reached behind him. His fingers wrapped around the hilt of a weapon not yet seen. As he drew it forth, the very air seemed to crackle with energy. Nanotech particles coalesced around the emerging blade, forging it into a monolithic sword. The blade throbbed, absorbing the ambient dark matter, its edge gleaming with an inky purple glow.

Raising his eyes, Grimm's piercing gaze settled on the horizon where a new wave of hunters were amassing, their shadows stretching long across the dunes.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the weight of his blade grounding him.

"Come on then!," he roared, the challenge echoing across the battlefield. "LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN DO ANY BETTER!"