'Thoughts'
"Talking"
[ Sytem Prompt ]
A/N: I have decided to do 2 things.
1. I will take a 3 day break from uploading in order to create at least 4 or 6 chapters in advance.
But I will do 2 chapter release to make up for it. I will do this probably in Wednesday.
2. I will binge watch volume 1 to 4 of RWBY again in order to get a refresher.
That's all for the announcement.
Also thank you to Goduran for the suggestions. I'll try to apply it in my writing in the future.
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In the Emrald Forest, two figures trekked the rough terrain. Gigantic trees, living for what must've centuries, stood strong and tall, with their roots protruding out the ground. Though some trees were the kind one would see outside in everyday life.
From the two figures, Altair led their march. With shield, towering his height and width being wider than a king sized mattress, slung over his shoulders. He looked fine and well, not minding the long trek.
On the other, Weiss looked tired, sweat sliding down her brow, panting slightly. Her dress somewhat dishelved, as she used her rapier as a support. She wanted to stop for rest, however her pride didn't allow her to request it. But growing tired of the silence between them, she initiated small talk in hopes of breaking the atmosphere.
"I must say that it has been relatively peaceful, even though this place should be crawling with Grimm"
The forest grew silent, as Altair stopped walking. Weiss followed, confused as to why he had stopped walking.
Sigh—
A long frustrated sigh escaped from his mouth, before he turned to face her. He was displeased, obvious from his expression, as he approached her with a few strides, before quick, and precise chop made its way on Weiss's head, earning a small "ow" from her.
"Why did you have jinx us" Altair complained, with his hand grabbing his face. Weiss grew irritated, as a vein popped on her forehead. With gritted teeth, she jab her finger on his chest.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" She heave a frustrated breath, her voice as loud as someone sepaking to a microphone. "I have been cordial, and cooperative since we first met in this forest, and this is the treatment I get!?"
"You don't understand—" A few branches snaped in the distance. As few growls approached them from the front. "When it's quiet don't tempt fate"
A pack of Beowolves had conveniently spawned in front of their vicinity. 20 strong Beowolves walked in front of them, on the very front of the pack, was a larger, more ferocious Beowolf, leading them.
"Because fate will screw you in the worst way possible". As Altair finished speaking, the Alpha Beowolf snarled, as it ran forward, with its pack following alongside it.
Weiss got ready to fight, but she was quickly interrupted by Altair, who slung her over his left shoulder and ran away from them. Disbelief quickly made its way on Weiss's face, as she looked at Altair.
"What are you doing?! We can take them!" Weiss shouted, as she struggles to get out of his grip. In response, Altair just dashed forward, widening the gap between them and the pack chasing after.
"The trees are in the way, in such a tight space it makes it more difficult to fight effectively. Plus we just met yesterday, I highly doubt that we'll be in sync or coordinated with our attacks."
Space, that what they needed right now. It would've been fine if it was Yang fighting alongside him, they've sparred a lot, and have experience fighting together. But this isn't the case with Weiss. Tight spaces, especially in the forest with trees surrounding them, it would've been a liability.
' I could name a lot of things going wrong if we did fight there. But right now we need a wide open space to fight in '
With the pack hot on their tail, he stomped forward, he quickly arrived in a huge clearing of short grass. He quickly stopped, before carefully dropping off Weiss, who stopped struggling a while ago.
Gracefully landing down, Weiss turned to face Altair with a blank look on her face. She was irritated and angry, but she set aside her grievances, as she let out a sigh.
"So what's the plan now?" She said with relative calmness, as she held Myrtenaster in her hand.
"I bash forward, you kill anything that approaches. Retreat when there's too many. Rinse and repeat"
With a battle plan in place, the two got into position. Weiss entered her stance ready to lunge at anything. While Altair hoisted his shield to the side, his face showing composure and calmness.
Five Beowolves exploded from the treeline, hurtling into the sunlight. The pack charged behind them, claws tearing the bushes on their way.
Altair didn't hesitate. He charged forward, dragging [ Grand Cross ] besides him, before he hoisted it in front of him, letting the momentum speed him up. The Beowolves without a shroud of intelligence in their actions, leapt forward—fangs beared, claws outstretched.
Altair met it mid-air.
CRUNCH!
[Grand Cross]smashed into bone. The leading Beowold folded, ribs shattering like glass. The force of the blow carried the shield forward—launching two more Beowolves sideways. They hit dirt hard, limbs twisted at sickening angles.
Weiss struck like lightning. With practiced movement, she lunged forward, appearing in front of one of the Beawolves that wasn't hit by the initial assault.
Myrtenaster's point drove through the Beowolf's heart. Ending its life fast.
Whoosh!
Claws raked past her face—wind whistling past her cheek. She backflipped, dodging the blow centimeters away from her face.
Before the Grimm could recover, Altair came from above with [Grand Cross] descending like a hammer.
THUD.
The shield caved in its skull fully, as it hit ground, turning the Beowolf into mush.
With another stab, Weiss dispatched the other Beowolf.
From the forest, the remaining Grimm emerged, slower this time. More calm, yet somehow more ferocious, they surveyed their fallen comrades before unleashing a loud, unified roar. Coordinated, they charged as one, maintaining formation.
"Weiss, your semblance is Glyphs, right?" Altair asked, composure unwavering.
"Yes. Are you suggesting I use it?" Weiss replied rhetorically, already summoning a glyph beneath her. Infused with Gravity Dust, a large glyph materialized under most Beowolves, slamming them down with crushing force. Only a few escaped its effect.
"Perfect! Keep them pinned just a little longer!" Altair surged forward, hurling his shield above the trapped Grimm. Using his semblance, he redirected its trajectory, forcing it to plummet onto the Beowolves. The combined might of the glyph and his throw crushed them, caving in the ground and leaving a sizable crater spiderwebbed with cracks.
The three Beowolves who escaped lunged at Altair. He dodged swiftly. A claw descended, but he blocked it, then yanked the beast forward. Swinging it like a ragdoll, he smashed it into its brethren with brutal force. The Beowolf burst upon impact, hurling the others away to crash through trees, shattering wood
"Great Job 👍" Altair turned to Weiss while she sheathed her rapier.
"It's a predictable outcome. With my abilities we wi–"
"Let's get back to walking"
"...Can we take a break?"
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