I stared into the forest, aware of everything, my semblance blazing forth from my in a torrent of aura. The trees swaying, the grass blowing in the wind, the grimm circling me wearily, curious as to what I was doing. my brother stood behind me, his back pressed up against mine. I could see him in my mind's eye; a blank expression on his face as he calculated our odds of survival against the two packs of beowolves, including 2 alphas. He was perfectly calm, however tensed and ready to spring into a flurry of activity at the slightest provocation.
"How many?" Lytha asked.
"45 beowolves and 2 alphas."
"So two separate packs. Divide and conquer?"
"No. The alphas appeared to have been fighting before we came in. There are several injuries on the alphas, but they both know that they should finish us off first, metaphorically speaking about the knowing part. More likely they sensed we were the greater threat. I'm just worried why they haven't started to attack yet."
"Waiting for backup?"
"Seems the most probable."
"Well then what are we waiting for?"
"An opportunity."
"My pleasure."
And with that Lytha stepped away from I and advanced towards the Grimm. They grew agitated, pacing back and forth in a flurry of motion, waiting for the alpha to confirm their attack.
Lytha gave them no time to organize before he whipped out his weapon and charged the nearest alpha, dashing at the giant beowolf with his arms stretched out behind him, weapon held in his left hand. His weapon looked like a dagger, about a foot long from hilt to tip. I unhooked my weapon from my back, a long bow and a quiver of dust-infused arrows I had made myself. I notched one with a silvery glow to its tip in my minds eye. I took aim, viewing the whole clearing in my head. I shot the arrow at the second alpha. The shot flew true, striking the Grimm in the eye. It bellowed in pain as the arrow dug into its skull, freezing everything it touched. The beast howled in pain again as ice slowly encased its body. Without turning around I heard Lytha finishing off the other alpha with a stab to its head, the blade smoothly sliding into its skull. He leapt off of the giant Grimm as it slowly fell to the ground, landing neatly behind me again. Just as he landed a screech echoed through the forest we were fighting in.
"What the hell is that?" Lytha exclaimed as a giant black feathers impaled the ground all around the clearing, killing some of the beowolves and scaring the rest off.
"That would be backup."
"No shit. But what is it."
"A nevermore about 15 meters long and a wingspan of 20 meters. Adult. Female. Nest approximately 3 km to the NE. Has a nest of juveniles." I replied after a moments hesitation and a significant amount of aura expenditure through my semblance.
"Damn. A big bad mother with children. At least the beowolves ran off."
"Yeah but we gotta go now. It's circling around for another attack. 10 seconds until it gets in range." Without another word he turned and grabbed my wrist, towing me towards the edge of the clearing. "9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1…..0" Right on the mark, feathers slammed into the ground all through the clearing, making it look like the bristly skin of some giant, slumbering animal. We were safely in the woods, and the Nevermore screamed in hatred as it lost its intended prey.
"Where is it now?"
"About 300 meters to to the north, circling around slowly. It will reach the clearing again in approximately 17 seconds. Our best bet is for me to shoot it with ice as it comes back around while you keep us from being killed by its feathers."
"Seems like a solid plan to me, but that doesn't mean much coming from me, does it."
"12 seconds. Get into the center of the clearing and protect me."
"Roger that, sis." He dashed towards the center, and I quickly followed, fishing out another arrow and knocked it.
"5...4...3.." I released my arrow, timing it so the creature would fly right into the arrows path. The creature appeared briefly raining down a series feathers. "HIt." I said as the arrow streaked up and hit its wing at the joint, instantly freezing it and preventing the motion of that wing.
"Damn sis. Only you could pull a shot like that off without batting an eye. Pun intended thank you very much." He said in reply to the dark gaze I sent his way.
"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm defenseless. I have my semblance to thank for that. Speaking of which, we should go finish off that nevermore. It crashed about a quarter of a kilometer to the south." He grinned at me, jogging off to the south.
"Can it get up?" He said over his shoulder as I started after him.
"No, however it can still walk so be careful. Its left wing is pretty much useless in the fact that it can't move or bend right now, so you'll have to worry about it's head and it's talons for attacks."
"Mmmk." I pulsed out with my semblance again, tracking the Grimm with it. What i saw made me stop in my tracks, though my brother kept going for a few steps before he realized that I had stopped.
"What is it?"
"The nevermore is dead, and standing beside it is a man holding a cane in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. Standing beside him is a woman with a stick. I'm guessing it's a wand though. They are moving in this direction. They are 300 meters away and if we stand still will be here in 30 seconds."
"Well let's meet these two. We've never had company out here before. But let them come to us."
"Let me do the talking though. We both know how bad you are at diplomacy."
"Meh. Ok." Was all he said to that barb. We waited while I mentally ticked down the seconds until their arrival.
"5 seconds." True to the mark, the two people burst into the clearing 5 seconds later. They stopped when they saw us.
"Tell me," the man said "Are you the ones that shot down that nevermore, hmm?"
"Yes." Was all I said.
"Hmmm, very well then. That would lead me to presume that you are also the ones reportedly killing the Grimm in the area as well as the local wildlife." I regarded him coolly, keeping my head turned towards his face, as if I was looking into his eyes. "As I suspected." Was all he said, as if my gaze was answer enough. "That being said, I would like to extend an invitation to the school I run, a place for people to come together and learn how to exterminate grimm among other things, but also how to work as a team with other people." Lytha perked up at that last part. He looked at me questioningly, and I gave a small shrug. He nodded back.
"Who are you?" I asked, not wanting to give away my excitement, and wanting to make sure he could be trusted.
"Ah yes, introductions. I should have started with that, my apologies. I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon. This here is my assistant Glenda Goodwitch. And who might you be?"
"My name is Roan. This is my brother Lytha, and we would be glad to attend your prestigious academy."
A/N: Yay! New story featuring my own OC's. This story will include some canon things and some non-canon things.
R&R appreciated.
