Boom! The weapon in his hands fired a deadly shot. The recoil of the mini Typhoon was so great that it staggered Jaune's stance.
The beowolf however, being on the receiving end of the mini air cannon, seemed to stop for a moment. It then howled painfully and dropped on the ground. Its snarling visage was truly a sight to see.
Lionel Arc was surprised by the damage of the weapon he designed. Whereas the Typhoon in his hands was strong enough to blast away groups of Grimm like they were air, the mini version of it packed more of a penetrating shot.
The beowolf on the ground had a hole the size of two fists punctured through its abdomen and the ground behind it seemed to have mitigated the rest of the shot.
"Huh... that actually worked." Jaune's father commented.
"Yeah... it did- wait... you haven't tested these weapons out?" Jaune asked, with a slight amount of annoyance within his voice.
"Ah? Ohhoho... I mean.... well there wasn't really you, know....any space..." His father finished lamely, scratching his head.
"What if it exploded in my hands or something?!" Jaune glared, aiming at another Beowolf.
Boom!
Another shot was fired.
"Well, it didn't! So just stop complaining. Watch your six, two incoming." His father warned.
Boom!
Boom!
Twenty six shots left.
Jaune sighed, dropping his glare. "We should go, more are coming, Jaune glanced at the other people on the street, some were trying to fight back the Grimm and others were just running away endlessly.
His father raised his weapon once more and shot it towards a group Grimm chasing after some people. Once again, the weapon known as typhoon showed it spectacular might.
Like the force of a war-hammer, it blasted apart the group and sent the ones further away flying through the air, breaking bones in the process of their landing.
"T-thanks!" shouted a few of the people. Their lives had just been saved and they were grateful that the man was willing to help them out.
"Run! The situation is about to get a whole lot worse!" Lionel Arc shouted.
"Y-yeah! We're heading to the docks! Come on lets go!" the man speaking shouted at the group and they ran towards the direction of the docks.
"Holy shit! that thing can really pack a punch! How did you even build that thing?" Jaune asked, astonished at the firepower.
"I stole some illegal... nevermind... we should go, more are heading this way." Lionel gestured to his son, bringing them through the upturned market.
"You stole this?!" Jaune asked, slightly horrified.
"Ye- well... no... not exactly. I created this." Lionel shouted, blasting away another group. "Come on, the barricade is just up front!" Lionel glanced at the area behind him, beckoning Jaune as he shifted his weapon.
Currently, the father and son pair had made their way over to the outskirts of the Market and was heading into the central plaza.
Militia members were setting up a small perimeter to kill any Grimm that came close, while evacuating the civilians.
Gunshots were ringing out periodically, cutting down the hordes of beowolves from getting any closer.
Grimm were very special. The older a Grimm was, the less stupid their actions were. These beowolves were relatively young and thus had little to no battle instincts, thus being easy for the militia members to kill.
The Elder Grimm were harder to find. Not because there weren't many of them but more so because they were vastly, intellectually superior.
And speaking of which.
A grotesque howl reverberated through the surroundings, seeming to shake Jaune's soul as he heard it.
Jaune's head turned slowly, dreading the sight he would find.
There, clinging onto the burning watchtower was a grimm that was thrice the size of a regular Beowolf. An elder.
It had streamlined muscles, built for strength and speed, armor of bone protruding from its body, as well as each individual claw being the size Jaune's hands.
Worse of all, it seemed to be staring straight at the people running away from the wall. A shame that Jaune was included.
He gulped in fear, gripping his weapon tightly for a sense of stability.
"Shit! We can't dally any longer. Get to the perimeter before it reaches us!" Lionel shouted at the people around him.
Everyone else seemed to recognize that the Grimm clinging to the top of the burning tower was different from the others around them.
The booked it as fast as they could towards the perimeter.
The Elder beowolf however, was having none of that. It leapt from its perch, easily clearing 5 meters in length and started running forwards on all fours, its maw dripping with drool.
As if following their leader's example, the rest of the beowolves started charging simultaneously as well.
Boom!
His father, shot once again, into the crowd, disrupting the enemy and forcing back a few of them.
The elder beowolf seem to snarl in displeasure, seeing its forces being killed. It leapt forward and sank its claws into a woman who had fell down, slicing her up in the process.
Ignoring the splashing blood around it, the beast jumped onto the side of a building, somehow keeping its body sticking onto the vertical wall by slicing into the bricks.
It then proceeded to run along the wall, horizontally, dodging several of the militia members shots in the process and leapt forward to kill another person once more.
A person who was just in front of Jaune.
Jaune felt his body freeze. The warm blood splashing through the air served to act as reminder that the situation was dangerous. He wanted to raise his weapon, but his arms shook.
The Elder Grimm stood on top of its fresh kill snarling at Jaune in obvious hate. Just as it leaped forward to kill him, his father tackled him from behind.
Slice!
The claw of the Grimm cut through his father's shirt, slicing his back into ribbons.
"Aaaaaaah!" Lionel screamed in pain, but still having enough sense to shield Jaune from the Grimm. The Elder beowolf, perhaps unhappy that its kill was taken from it opened its mouth to chomp into Lionel's neck.
Jaune seemed to snap out of his state of funk when his father screamed. Perhaps it was due to adrenaline, or even an act of instinct but Jaune grabbed the closest thing he could reach to try to save his dad.
It just so happened to be the weapon his father carried, the Typhoon. In an act of surprising dexterity, he wedged it between the Grimm and his father.
Crunch!
The beowolf was once again thwarted from its kill as its jaws locked around a hard object. Perhaps it was due to the angle of how its teeth lodged into the weapon but the beowolf was unable to release the weapon from its jaws.
Lionel, even through he was in pain, pushed through the feeling and reached forwards to pull the trigger of the Typhoon.
Boom!
The cannon shot air out of its muzzle in a horrifying fashion, blowing up the Elder Beowolf along with the other lesser versions that were attempting to swarm the pair.
It would have been great if that was the end but unfortunately, due to the beowolf chomping down on the weapon, its internal system was damaged.
The recoil of the weapon was far greater than Lionel expected, and the weapon practically blew up in a burst of air, sending both Jaune and him flying away.
The shock wave was strong enough to cause a tiny crater in the area as well as kick up a small amount of dust.