Flint loved the smell of fire. Something about its primal beauty, how it helped to create as well as destroy, called to him. He loved how the smoke of fire looked, sunbeams lancing through the grey smog spiraling up from the ruins of the village he had just overrun. A few Beowolves were fighting over the limb of a child, and a young Nevermore was pecking at the charred remains of somebody's dog. Flint was finally starting to feel cathartic about Sasha's death, having begun the war he had warned the children of. The village had received no warning as the Grimm had swept in through the night, tearing every building to splinters and gravel. The Goliaths had finally taken his side after the first village had been razed, and had been the main assault force behind the fall of this village, their massive bodies smashing walls apart like those toy bricks he'd played with before he'd gone over to the Grimm, and were now currently off doing their own thing until Flint called upon them to do battle once again. He saw some rubble move, and before he could even make a motion to order his troops to seize it, a pair of Beowolves, Tink and Tank he had named them, had already grabbed the survivor, a young girl with short auburn hair, and brought her to his feet. Rubbing them behind their ears as a sign of appreciation(They really did love that, to the point where Flint was curious as to whether they should be classified as cats.), he kneeled down to the girl, no older than eight, and noticed that she hadn't been harmed by any of the Grimm in the assault, as if she had Flint's gift as well.
"*sniff* Mummy... I want my mummy..." the little girl cried, and Flint, for a brief second, saw the Grimm around them soften the way they carried themselves, proving that this girl did indeed share in his power. He spoke to her, his voice soft and calming.
"Little one, be brave. Your mother died protecting you so you could grow up to be strong, and to cry now would be to dash those dreams. I am Flint. And until we meet somebody who can give you a better life, I'll make sure your mother didn't die in vain." He honestly had no idea who her mother was or what she had been doing at the time of her demise, but it was better for the girl to think of her mother this way, as a hero rather than whatever else could have been. "Can you tell me your name, little one?" The girl sniffed back her tears, than meekly responded.
"C...Cereza..." Flint smiled gently, and then lifted her up, called over one of the Ursa, and then placed her on the bear's shoulders.
"Well, Cereza it is, then. Let's find you a better life." Flint said, walking towards the next village as the Grimm began to follow them.
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Flint and Cereza were walking together through the town, each for differing reasons. Cereza hadn't been able to salvage anything from the wreckage of her town, and so had to get new clothing, while Flint was scouting the town to plan for that nights invasion. Cereza was already aware of who Flint was and what he did, but had chosen to stay by his side so she could learn about her own power. The two had just finished off the sweets Flint had gotten them when the shriek echoed through the town. Cereza had taken off for the source while Flint was in the middle of stuffing a Turtle in his mouth, and so he had no choice but to run after her, sliding to a stop when he saw a snake Faunus ensnare a waitress, cursing the fact that he'd left TAOS with Tink and Tank outside the borders of the village, near the war camp. {Well, no mind fogging today.} he thought to himself, standing tall and taking a fighting stance. "Cereza, get back to Tink and Tank and tell them to bring Taos, they'll understand." he said, taking a barrel and smashing it so he could take the metal rings and bend them into a makeshift staff, which he pointed at the snake faunus.
"If anybody is destroying the people of this town," he said as Cereza ran off, making his aura begin to pulse around him, "Then it's going to be ME." He waited for her to say anything, just so she could monologue like he did, and waited defensively, paying attention to the slime she had already laid on the walls. This faunus was probably smarter than him, setting a trap like that. But STRONGER... Well, he'd be the judge of that.