Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any characters involved in the world of RWBY. They belong to Monty Oum and RoosterTeeth. I only own my characters and the story I am creating (which also has nothing to do with the proper RWBY storyline).

Lupis

He felt the vile taste of Grimm blood on his lips, but continued to hack his way through the dark forces surrounding his team. They had been sent out to aid a group of Huntsmen who had discovered an insanely large pack of Grimm that were nesting in a clearing hidden between two large mountains. The size of the pack worried them, as nobody had even seen such a large force of Grimm before. They had been battling with the monsters since sundown, and he could already see a sliver of sunshine on the horizon, indicating how long they had been fighting for.

He swung his two blades around, cutting through flesh, bone and armour. Backflipping over a mighty swing from an Ursa Major. As soon as he landed, Lupis felt blood trickling out of his nose. He slit the Ursas throat with Hesperus and Lucifer, spilling the beasts blood over the dead grass. He launched himself off of its head, grabbing hold of a Deathstalkers tail, and slowly cutting through the deadly tip of the beast.

The Deathstalker swung its tail around and Lupis lost his grip. He was sent across the heads of several Beowolves, but corrected himself midair and landed with both feet on the face armour of yet another Ursa Major. Backflipping off of the beast head just as it raised its paws to slap him off, he landed nimbly behind the monster, watching it crack it's own armour.

Spinning around, he blocked the attacks of two Beowolves, cutting off their hands before leaping upwards and spinning in a circle, slashing at their necks. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the group of Huntsmen he and his team had come to aid in the midst of a large group of Deathstalkers and Ursa.

Quickly glancing down, he checked his teammates aura levels on his scroll, which was strapped to the underside of his forearm. None of them had taken significant damage yet, but if they continued to fight for any longer, they would become tired and make mistakes.

A Nevermore swooped low across the battlefield, raking its sharp talons across the ground, hoping to catch him off guard. Lupis leapt upwards and stuck himself to the leg of the bird by stabbing both of his blades deep into the flesh of the Grimm.

The Nevermore let out a loud shriek as Lupis observed the battlefield, looking for the rest of his allies. The most immediate person he saw was Eric. Eric was a dust user, and relied only on knowledge of dust abilities in combat. Large explosions of ice, fire and lightning were focused near the edge of the clearing. He stood upon a rock, high above the rest of the Grimm and fired his spells into the teeming mass of black creatures.

Garris was near the centre of the Grimm, punching his way through packs of Beowolves and Ursa, sending them flying or leaving them dead on the ground with Unguis. Whenever he was too busy to block an attack, he would phase through the arms or the jaws of the beasts, and unphasing when the moment was right, quickly dispatching the surprised Grimm.

Lupis could only guess that Nathan was the one darting through the battlefield, causing Grimm to fall over dead or severely maimed with his double-sided blade Telfer. While he was less graceful than Lupis and Garris, Nathan could still get the job done, and would quickly mow through ten Grimm in less than five seconds.

Lupis returned his gaze to the Nevermore he was riding, which had begun to climb higher into the air. Pulling Lucifer out of the Nevermores leg, he flicked the blade behind him, and the hardened steel broke apart and the blade became a long, and flexible whip.

Lupis flicked his wrist upwards and the end of the whip wrapped itself around the neck of the Nevermore. Lupis pulled himself upwards and he soared upwards, landing between the Nevermores wings. His whip unravelled itself from the Nevermores throat and with another flick of the wrist, morphed back into its sword form.

The Nevermore began spiralling around as it continued to rise upwards in altitude. Lupis plunged his swords into the back of the beast and held on as the wind tried to pull him off of the creature. After a few moments, the Nevermore stopped spinning and Lupis pulled his swords out. He began slashing at the flesh covered by the beasts feathers, drawing blood that splashed across his face and clothes. When he finally reached the beasts head, he forward-flipped in the air and spun 180° in the air, landing on the beasts beak. He lunged forwards, stabbing both blades deep into the Nevermores eyes, blinding it.

The Grimm shrieked loudly and bucked its head up, throwing Lupis into the air. He twisted in the air and flicked his hand, transforming the blade in his left hand into a whip and once he was in range, flicked it towards the tail of a nearby Deathstalker tail, safely rolling across the ground from the momentum after swinging, pulling the tail against the ground.

Once landed, he pulled tightly on his whip, ripping the poisonous tip off of the end of the Deathstalkers tail, which shrieked in pain from the attack. Running forwards, Lupis stabbed upwards into the belly of the Grimm with his blade, his whip trailing behind him. Rolling away before he could be stuck beneath the beast, he found himself next to Garris.

'Hey there Lupis,' Garris grunted as he blocked attacks with his Unguis, jabbing back at any monsters that he could reach. The gauntlets around his wrists were bloody, as were the blades that were attached to them. 'Drinks are on you when we get out of this!'

'Focus on getting out of here first, then I'll buy you whatever the hell you want!' Lupis shouted back, ducking and weaving around attacks, whilst slashing off limbs of the hundreds of Beowolves that surrounded them.

Garris crossed his arms and shifted his Unguis into shields, opening his mouth to ask something to Lupis, before being cut off.

'Within reason that is Garris!'

Garris closed his mouth and nodded. His leader knew him too well. Breaking the shield formation of his gauntlets, he returned to darting around in a small area, landing critical punches with the sharp blades around his fists into the necks, chests and faces of the monsters that surrounded them.

The battle continued to carry on, even after the sun had risen. Garris and Lupis had both separated by then, due to a large wave of Ursa that had pushed their way through the Beowolves. But the enemy horde was thinning out, and Lupis was starting to be able to see large gaps between the beasts now.

But the battle did not end the way he wanted. As Lupis wrapped his whips around an Ursas neck, and yanked backwards, ripping the beasts head off, he heard a loud scream and the scroll under his arm started beeping loudly. Looking down, Lupis saw that Eric's aura had dropped completely, and that there was no colour in the bar, indicating that his aura had been completely spent.

Spinning around, Lupis saw Eric suspended in the air, the tip of a Deathstalkers tail sticking through his stomach. The beast flung Eric to the side, where he hit the side of a tree, and fell to the ground and did not move.

Lupis tapped his scroll and shouted and order to the rest of the team, 'Eric is down! To position! I repeat, Eric is down!' All three of the remaining members of Team LEGN made their way to the edge of the clearing to where the Deathstalker that took out Eric was slowly creeping its way to his immobile body. The three of them quickly took the beast down together, and Lupis kneeled by Eric's prone body.

The Huntsmen gathered to their position and held back the remainding Grimm whilst Lupis called to their shuttle pilot who was in a town, ten miles away from them.

'Phoenix Five do you copy? We have a downed member, we need an evac now!'

A response was instant, with their pilot informing Lupis he was on his way.

Eric slowly opened his eyes, and tried to say something, but only blood came pouring out of his mouth.

'Stay still Eric and conserve your energy. We're getting you out of here!'

Roman

The night was still young. The stars were shining brightly in the sky, and the fractured moon glowed brightly in the darkness. Roman walked towards a large warehouse, a small briefcase in his hand. He sucked on his cigar before taking it out of his mouth and throwing it aside.

Roman opened the door to the building and shuffled inside, making his way through the dark aisles, his bright green eyes observing the darkness, looking for anybody who could possibly be hiding inside. He eventually reached a small, basic table and set the briefcase on its surface, sighing loudly.

Freaking kids, he thought to himself. They just had to turn up and ruin the entire operation!

Roman shook his head, waving his orange fringe across his face, his black bowler hat unmoving, as if glued to his head. Unexpectedly, a gentle, but annoyed voice spoke from behind him.

'How very disappointing Roman,' the voice said.

'Woah!' Roman yelped, spinning around to see who had snuck up on him. Before him was his partner, Cinder Fall. Beside her were two dark shadows, which Roman could only see due to the light coming in from the street outside.

Roman laughed nervously, noticing a look of disappointment on Cinder's face. 'I wasn't expecting to see you guys so soon.'

'We were expecting more from you Roman,' Cinder replied curtly, unfolding her arms from across her chest, taking a slow step forward.

Roman laughed again nervously, trying to take a step back, but was flush against the table behind him.

'Listen, you were the ones who suggested working with those stupid mutts from the White Fang!'

'And you will continue to do so,' Cinder stated, raising her hand and ignited it. Both her and the two people standing behind her began walking towards Roman now.

Roman gulped and gripped the edge of the desk tightly as Cinder's eyes began to glow a bright orange. Cinder continued to walk closer to Roman, until he could feel the heat from the flame in her hand against his face.

'All that we ask for is a little cooperation. Unfortunately….' Cinder trailed off, staring menacingly into Roman's eyes. 'It seems we may need to apply some… pressure, to draw out that cooperation.'

In a flash, the two shadows standing behind Cinder had taken a hold of one of Roman's arms each and had lifted him onto the table, laying him flat on the surface.

'Woah, woah, wait guys! We don't need to do this!' Roman begged.

Cinder continued to walk closer to him, bringing her hand closer to his face.

'Unfortunately Roman, it seems like this is the best way for me to get through with you,' Cinder said as she placed her fiery hand against his face.

Roman's scream rang through the night, but was not heard by anybody.

So just a little heads up, but this is my first Fanfiction writing ever. I have considered doing something like this for a while now, but I have never gotten around to doing anything. If there is anybody reading this, thanks for reading through the first chapter, and I would be extremely grateful if you could leave a review so I can help to improve my writing capabilities.

I will release chapters a week later at the most.

Thanks again, Phoenix