Location: Echo Facility – Surface Level Warzone
POV: Leon Kennedy
Leon's voice crackled through the comms, raw with urgency.
"All units—fire at will! Focus fire! Don't let him regenerate!"
Grim stepped through the flames, body dragging wires and steel beams, half his face gone—but his eyes glowing brighter than ever.
He laughed.
A hollow, wet sound.
Three railguns fired. Drones lit him up with ion charges.
He didn't dodge.
He didn't need to.
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The Battle Erupts
Leon ducked behind a broken crawler tank, tossed a thermal grenade, and shouted, "Move! Don't stop moving!"
Grim caught the blast with his chest, roaring, muscles warping and regrowing mid-impact.
"Jesus," one officer muttered. "He's not human."
"He never was," Leon growled. "But neither am I when I'm pissed."
He led the charge—squad behind him—storming Grim's position.
Explosive bolts. Cryo rounds. Energy blades.
Nothing worked for long.
Grim absorbed it, his body folding pain into strength, evolving in real time.
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Close Combat – Leon vs Grim
Leon was the only one who didn't flinch when Grim lunged.
He fired point-blank, then flipped onto the giant's back, stabbing a charged blade into his neck.
Grim slammed him into the ground like a toy.
Twice.
Three times.
And still—Leon stood.
Bleeding. Limping. Breathing.
"You're strong," Leon whispered, "but I've buried worse."
Grim grinned, showing too many teeth. "Then dig my grave."
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Scene End
Police units down. Fires raging. Buildings collapsing.
And Grim?
Still walking.
Until—
Floodlights roared on.
Helicopters above. Reinforcements pouring in.
And Leon, dragging himself up again.
This wasn't over.
But they made him bleed.
And that? That was step one.