The smell of burning wood and the screams of frightened women and children fill the normally quiet night, as the black smoke that rises from their burning homes climbs to the sky as if reaching for the pieces broken moon.
Several dark figures quietly surround the village.
Each one of them is a veteran who has learned to survive in the parts of the world where both Grimm and beasts thrive.
The smell of death and blood was so strong that it would have made normal people vomit, not because of the stench but because of the other smell.
the smell of burning meat, the victims of the Faunus were left to burn inside their homes, it didn't matter if they were alive or not, the Faunus didn't care as long as they killed every Human.
One by one the soldiers stepped quietly and when they felt that the moment was right, they began their attack.
The faunus never suspected that someone was attacking them, how could they?
After all the men were quick to cover the mouths of the men and women whom they managed to catch before they slid their throats open, or crushed the mutant's heads with their enhanced strength.
But there's a point where every surprise attack, stops being a surprise, and the target knows that their lives are in danger.
Unfortunately for the faunus, it was too late by then.
"How many survivors?" the general asks one of the men who shakes his head, and wordlessly signals to him that there aren't any survivors.
the general wants to shake his head or just grieve for the people of the village, but for the moment he has to act like he's a soldier.
He takes out a flare gun and fires a yellow light into the sky.
The yellow light covers the nearby area, but it isn't alone as several other lights that are the same color join it, and before long several mechs and carriers walk or roll into the area.
they quickly set up a barrier and set up a line of defense before the Grimm that live near here arrive.
The entire section of the forest will soon be covered in Grimm, who will come looking for their next meal.
The Grimm's arrival is always the same, there's a cold wind that blows in, followed by the sound of moving leaves or bushes, a branch napping, and a distant grow.
It doesn't take long for the soldiers to see a pair of glowing eyes staring at them from afar, or somewhere nearby.
Everything they do is to make sure that their prey is sacred, then the attack begins.
the sound of gunfire, followed by the roars of beats, is quickly silenced by the explosion of the missiles that were fired at the monsters.
Then comes the worst part, the silence, the silence is unbearable because no one knows if the monsters will attack from below because some underground Grimm is nearby.
Maybe the attack will come from the sky, because some big bird either heard, saw, or felt the intense emotions of the soldiers and the people that they were protecting.
Or maybe just maybe nothing happens and they can just close their eyes and relax.
The world of Remnant is a place where the weak die young and the strong die fast, everyone no matter how weak they may seem is stronger than the average person on Earth.
It's not that they are naturally stronger, no, if anything the people of this world are weaker than the average person, but it's because they live in a world full of monsters that they have to get stronger.
The cities here are built in such a way that they force everyone to either walk long distances to find something that they are looking for or are so tightly packed together that people have to fight for the resources that they need.
The farms and villages in this world are constantly being attacked, either by raiders who just want to take whatever they can, or they are destroyed by the Grimm and on some occasions the Faunus.
But the problems don't end there if they did then this group wouldn't exist.
Just like the people of this world who learned to use Aura to gain inhuman strength, speed, and healing, the animals of this world grew stronger and faster.
Normally Grimm doesn't attack the animals, but that doesn't mean that they never attack them and people still have to eat.
There are Huntsmen, who kill Grimm and protect the cities, and then there's us.
The Hunters, some people call us the traveling kingdom because we have enough firepower to fight any kingdom if we have to, but we never have to because they need what we have and we need what they have.
They need the animals that we catch for their farms and stores, while we need the weapons and medicines that they make.
Unlike the huntsmen who became huntsmen because they wanted to or because they had to, we Hunters came together for one reason and only one reason.
Money, money makes the world turn, and out here money takes on different forms, one day it's paper, another day it's people and sometimes it's even an army.
Unlike the Huntsmen we don't have a long history, it was out of necessity that we started our little group, and even if it grew to its size there aren't a lot of us.
Or maybe we do have a long history and this group is just the recent incarnation of a group that keeps being destroyed only to pop back up again, it doesn't matter because people are hungry and we have the meat to feed them.