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Backwoods Brawl

A group of three teenage boys descended down a steep hill towards a quiet and comfortable farmhouse in the heart of West Virginia. They were planning on raiding a meal from the barn.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Steven Stormeyer. Steven was a Stangebar, and the most "well behaved" member of the group, as well as the smallest.

"Of course, it ain't a good idea, it's a fun idea," replied Gavin Cody, a Wildermann. He was the tallest of the three, and generally clumsy in his big body.

"Keep ya noise down, this ain't our neighborhood and this ain't how you raid a barn!" That was Jordan Markell, the real troublemaker, always with a cigarette in his mouth, and the organizer of the group's general misadventures. He was a Digahali Asgina.

Inside the farmhouse, a friendly dinner conversation between the Twyver family was interrupted by a cow's moo, a loud and unsettlingly distressing moo.

"What's goin' on out there?" inquired James, the father, as he stepped towards the window.

"Maybe it's yer arch-enemy, the "lizard demon", huh Pa!" joked Robert, the oldest son at age 21.

"Don't you joke about that, Bob! I've told you, I saw that monster with my own two eyes, clear as day, you hear me!?"

"Yeah, sure you did, Pa."

"You want to see a Lizard Demon yourself, come outside right now and I'll show ya!" James said, grabbing his shotgun. "Grab yer rifle and follow me. Jane and Chris," he commanded to his wife and youngest son, "don't come out no matter what you hear."

As he rounded the corner of his house, James stumbled upon a most unusual sight. In his barn stood a tall man with scruffy hair and beastial features gnawing on a hunk of raw meat from a freshly killed cow along with a slightly shorter man covered in dark green-blue scales and a snouted head with features of both a lizard and a fish. Lastly, he saw the man huddled over a torn-open seed bag with a blunt, rodent face and hair like quills.

The father yelled back at his son, "Bob, quick, we got a Lizard Demon, a 'Squatch, and a ... a porcupine man!"

As Robert came around the corner he said, "Oh, come on, there's no way--holy..."

As the teens saw the man and his son, they cam out of woge and Gavin and Steven wanted to flee, but Jordan had other ideas.

"We need to attack, they're not Wesen and they've seen too much. Would you rather be arrested by humans, or persecuted by the Council?"

Gavin and Steve soon gave in, aggressive force and possible murder were apparently the only way out. Jordan ran out of the barn and into a nearby pond only about 200ft away. When submerged, he woged, breathing through gills and waiting for the farmer to follow him, he had dealt with James Twyver before. Meanwhile, Gavin also ran out and woged, causing a distraction as Steven snuck up behind Robert and released several quills into the pressure points of his neck. As he turned around and yelled, Gavin broke his neck.

James ran to the pond and started shooting his shotgun into the water. As he waded into the pond, Jordan swam deeper and circled around, concealed by the dark water. When James got into water as high as his thigh, Jordan jumped him from behind, tackling him into the pond. Jordan slit the old farmer's throat and held him under, causing death by blood loss and drowning at the same time.

After this, the group moved to committing larger crimes and recruiting members to their renowned crime syndicate. The strictly Wesen gang was known as the "Backwoods Brawlers" and many crimes of the group were committed through ambush techniques. They moved throughout the country until they gained word of a Grimm residing in Portland, Oregon...

Digahali Asgina (Cherokee; digahali "lizard" + asgina "demon/ghost/malevolent sprirt")-- this dangerous Wesen resides in rural areas of North America. They are amphibious and have fueled legends of a cryptid known as the "Lizard Demon".