The Grimm had disappeared while I turned back. "I thought you will step in to save it," I said.
For a moment, there was no reply, before I heard the crunching of leaves and a figure walked out of the trees.
"He was quite irritating. I wanted to kill him myself, but you have done the job for me," said Bullman, with a completely black body.
He is full-back, and his body, his hair, and his eyes. The only thing that is not black is its eyes. They are red.
It is another Grimms with an unfamiliar tribe.
"Since I had killed it for you. You should give me something in return," I said to it and it grinned. "How about death, there is no greater honor for you filthy humans that die at the hands of heaven race." It offered.
"I'll pass," I replied.
The silence descended. It looked at me; I looked at it. A Mid-Prime III and not a normal one either, but one with the bloodline.
