"Our passion for justice burns with the intensity of a thousand suns."
She went by many names over the years. Blondie. Sweetheart. Beautiful, though that was only good for the people she liked. But over the past 11 years, one stuck more than any others. It didn't reflect her beauty, it didn't demean her. It inspired her, her people. It struck fear in the hearts of those who had the foolishness to mess with her.
Dragon. Nicknamed as such for the ornate dragon tattoos that covered her arms. The mouths of the dragons went up to her shoulders, the body and tail wrapping around her muscled arms and ending at her hands, covered up by black fingerless gloves. The body of each dragon was adorned in fire, seen only when she wasn't wearing her trademark gauntlets, currently in their proper place.
She grinned as the large Ursa Major came closer into view. Through the smoke, she could see its red and yellow eyes, its bones protruding from its back. Ursa Majors were normally fairly rare in Patch, of all places. A study published last year by a professor-Oblong, Oblique, Oobleck? One of those-said that there were a little over a dozen of them in Patch, with most of them in the forests of Vale, and a little less than that in Signal.
Get ready for a Major head, professor, she thought as she slipped on her sunglasses. It would help to make sure the blood didn't get in her eyes. That, and she thought they made her look cool. Which they did, no matter what Miltia said.
She took a few steps back, mentally judging the distance. Then a step to the left. This was important. Timing was everything, she'd learned over the years. A breath exited her lips before she ran forward, channeling her years of training for a full sprint, throwing her arms behind her for better speed. She relished the wind rushing through her hair. These were the moments she lived for, this is why she became a Hunter.
With a grin, she jumped and fired her gauntlets. The shotgun-like blasts accelerated her time in the air. She fired twice, the Major now quickly becoming more distinguishable through the smoke. The Major raised a paw to swat at what it thought was an arrow.
She smirked, curled her fist back, and fired.
The Major fell on its back with a thud, a chunk of its face missing from being ripped to shreds. As she expected, blood splattered all over her face, even her sunglasses, but she took it all in stride. The cheers of her men and the rush would always overwhelm some messy clothes.
KRA-KOW!
She slowly removed her shades, eyes drifting up towards the sky. The typically broken moon was now joined by a large, black mass. It spun slowly, pulsing, releasing thunder and lightning as it grew larger. Large roars echoed throughout Patch as creatures flew out of the black hole, soon followed by screams of terror that even those in Vacuo could hear.
"Shit..." she muttered. She groaned. It had to be Grimm. She had been born to slay monsters, and Grimm were...something else. Not like Grimm Classic, like the one she'd just slain. No, those Grimm-New Grimm, they were called by the fanatical-didn't just feed off negativity. They were born from it, created in a dimension where nothing but hate and strife and sadness were eternal, and thousands, perhaps millions were created every minute of every day. Those who had discovered these New Grimm were never the same, nothing but emotionally drained husks of their former selves. Fighting one was madness. Fighting five was insanity.
Just the kind of thing Yang Xiao Long loved to hear.
"Talons," she declared, reloading her gauntlets, "clean up and clear out! We're wasting money and excitement!"
The basic gist of the thing is that the world of Remnant is under attack. RWBY and JNPR come together to find out who opened the Grimm Portal and figure out a way to close it for good. Kinda based off Dragon Age Inquisition, no lie. But it's also been kicking around in my head for a few weeks and had to get it out, so here we are. Expect Blake's sometime next weekend, if not the Monday after.