He stood, ever so slowly. How long had he been fighting? Minutes? Hours? He didn't know. Struggling to his feet once more, he shoved his only remaining blade through the neck of a Beowolf that had lunged at him. Looking around, he saw so few left. He'd killed thousands, and there were maybe ten left. Ten measly Beowolves.

Gods, he was tired.

Ignoring the pain, ignoring the injuries no one could possibly hope to survive, he stumbled forward. Swinging his arm with all his strength, he carved his way through three of the last remaining Grimm. Turning, he plunged Amon through another's chest. All his weapons were gone, used up or broken, except his last vambrace. Amon was the only weapon he had left.

He was so, so tired.

As another two Grimm charged him, he roared in defiance as he lunged at them, summoning all the strength he could. With the last remnants of the fire in his soul, he watched his blade slice its way through the attackers.

He stumbled.

The four remaining Grimm charged him, and he used the last bit of Aura he had been holding back to activate his semblance. He watched as two of the Beowolves accidentally killed each other with their claws, and became corporeal again in time to see the last two turn to him. Stumbling towards them, he shoved his blade through the chest of one.

He watched as his last weapon shattered. He turned to the last Grimm, intent on fighting to his last breath if need be. As he turned, he grabbed a throwing knife by his feet and faced this one last Beowolf.

He didn't have any Aura left to stop the claws from plunging into his midsection.

Coughing, he saw blood spray from his mouth onto the Grimm, as he realised what had happened. As his mouth turned into a sad smile, he plunged the knife into the neck of the final creature of Grimm. Falling back, he lay staring through one of the many holes along the train tunnel. He could only see clouds with the moonlight barely shining through. His breath slowing, his vision fading, he lay there waiting for the clouds to move. Unfortunately, it seemed they wouldn't move by the time he... Well.

"Didn't even... get to see... the moon... one... last... time..." His breath leaving him, he smiled sadly once more as the life faded from his eyes.

I'm coming, Gwen.

So, I figured I never actually wrote how Onyx died in the tunnel to Mountain Glenn. I was suddenly struck with inspiration, and here we are. Of course, this would be a lot sadder if Onyx didn't come back. I will admit, I did toy with the idea of keeping the assassin dead, but I had already introduced Death into the story - and really, if one has Death in a story and doesn't bring somebody back from the dead, it's kinda weird, at least in my opinion.

Anyway, enjoy this one-shot until I get back to working on Team CMEO and/or its sequel. In all honesty, at the moment I'm waiting to see what more gets revealed of Adam and his history/personality in Volume 5. Well, that and I have writer's block for this story. Point is, I'll try and get back to it once I'm feeling the vibe again.

Until then, Sm0key Out.