Hey guys. I am so freakin' sorry for dropping off the face of the planet. It's just… school, and life, and… you know what, Imma quit making excuses. Anyway, before I write the story itself, I'm gonna write intros for each of the characters, kinda like the Red, White, Black, and Yellow trailers. So… let's get to it!

It was a silent night. The shattered moon of Remnant glowed brilliantly, shining down on a tall, black-robed, hooded figure. The figure looked up at the moon, then slowly began to walk forward. On either side of the figure, a dark shadow shot through the trees. The figure continued walking, until it reached a large clearing. The clearing seemed peaceful… until the silence was shattered by a warped howl. A pack of Beowulves trickled out of the trees on the other side of the clearing, and the figure stopped. It's hood turned left, then right, as it surveyed the pack. A grin appeared under its hood, seeming to glow with an unearthly light as it slowly dropped into a fighting stance.

A pair of Beowulves charged towards the figure, and it vanished with a bamf! and a puff of black vapor as one of the Grimm swung its clawed arm at it. It reappeared above the Beowulf, front-flipped in midair, then slammed its heel into the Grimm's neck. There was a sharp report, like a shotgun going off, and its foot cleaved straight through the Grimm to slam into the ground underneath, cratering it. The other Beowulf leaped towards the figure, who stepped towards it and kicked, its heel slamming into the Grimm's face. There was a moment where the Grimm seemed to hang suspended, until the silence was split by another report. The Beowulf's face seemed to ripple, and its entire head disappeared in a cloud of black vapor, the body flying away and slamming into a tree.

The hooded figure stretched out its fingers as electricity began to arc between them. Another pair of Beowulves charged forward, and it flipped over them and grabbed their heads. They howled as thousands of volts surged through their bodies, and they began to twitch madly. The figure held them there for a second longer, then dropped their smoking corpses as electricity shot out from its body and arced on the ground. It lifted its hands, and electricity shot out of them. The Beowulves at the back of the pack tried to run away, only to be fried as the electricity arced off their comrades at the front.

After the last smoking husk fell, there came a rumbling from the forest as trees were shoved aside from the charge of something massive. The figure turned to face the rumbling, reaching into its robe and pulling out a pair of massive, double-barreled pistols. The source soon revealed itself as a rhino-like Grimm, that burst out of the trees with a low bellow. It snorted as it skidded to a stop, then scraped one of its front feet against the ground.

It charged with a bellow, only to miss its mark as the hooded figure vanished. A streak of black shot to the side, then slowed down. There came a series of loud booms, as the figure, now revealed to be a masked teen with silver hair, blasted the large Grimm with huge bullets. The teen skidded to a halt, then pressed two buttons on the side of his hand cannon as the Grimm charged again. A second pair of triggers flipped down, and the teen aimed at the side of the Grimm's head and pulled them.

There was a pair of deafening booms as a pair of 25 mm armor-piercing rounds slammed into the Grimm's head, lodging themselves in the dense bone of its mask. Inside the bullets, a pair of electromagnetic fields shut down, and a speck of antimatter detonated, disintegrating the Grimm's head. The teen replaced the hand cannons in his robe, then reached back and pulled a massive railgun off his back as a deafening roar split the air. He lifted it, then activated the targeting system integrated in his mask, which locked onto the immense heat signature of a draconic Grimm moving towards him. He lined up the shot, then pulled the trigger of the railgun.

It spat out a 50 mm solid steel shell at several times the speed of sound, which slammed into the flank of the Dragon. The titanic Grimm quickly regained its balance, then unleashed another earsplitting roar. The teen quickly loaded another shell, which was marked simply with a black circle, aimed, and fired again. The shell fell short of the Grimm, then detonated. A tiny sphere that seemed to suck away all the light formed, and the Grimm was slammed to the ground as gravity seemed to increase tenfold.

The sphere vanished, and the teen vanished with a bamf! and a puff of black smoke. He reappeared above the immense Grimm as his railgun shifted into a black, sheathed katana. He gripped the hilt, then streaked towards the Grimm and slashed once. He flicked his katana to one side, splattering the ground with smoking Grimm blood, and the Dragon was struck from a hundred different directions all at once. It bellowed with pain, then swung its tail and slapped the teen into a nearby cliff with a sickening crunch.

The lifeless body of the teen began to burn with black energy, and it fell forward and landed on its feet. Its torso flopped limply forward, then slowly straightened up with a series of sickening cracks as its bones realigned. He slowly cracked his neck, then opened his eyes. They began to burn with red energy, and he vanished within a cloud of opaque vapor. All that was visible through the cloud were his eyes, as they slowly grew further apart and lifted off the ground.

The vapor suddenly vanished, revealing a 15-foot tall draconic Grimm that stood on its hind legs and held a massive black sword in one hand. "Pitiful… This is the best that you can do? I am Abaddon, a Grimm Lord, and you… are dead."

The much larger Dragon roared, then stomped on the Grimm Lord. However, the smaller Grimm easily caught the larger Grimm's foot and shoved it upwards, knocking the massive Grimm on its back. Then the Grimm Lord crouched, a pair of scaly, bat-like wings that dripped with black goo unfolded from his back, and with a single flap, launched himself high into the air. He described a graceful arc, then slammed into the titanic Grimm's chest sword first, tearing its heart to shreds.

The chest of the immense Grimm heaved suddenly, then burst, disgorging a 20-foot tall Grimm that looked like a knight, with a crown of bone spikes atop its helm. It immediately attacked the Grimm Lord, forcing him on the defensive because of its immense strength, and began to overwhelm Abaddon.

Inside Abaddon's mind, the masked teen drifted in a featureless black void, watching all that was happening. "Hunter, I cannot hold out much longer! I need to tag out with Lucius!" Abaddon thought.

Hunter shook his head, then said, "Abaddon, I can't risk releasing Lucius. You know that I can't control him fully."

"Well, either you release him and he kills this thing, or we all die!"

Hunter sighed, then said, "Fine," He turned away, then said, "Lucius, tag out with Abaddon."

A sinister chuckle echoed through the darkness, followed by a equally sinister voice that said, "Finally. I get to come out and play."

In the real world, a pool of black ichor formed under Abaddon's feet, and he crossed his arms over his chest and slowly sank down into it. The pool became still, then began to ripple wildly. A much smaller figure rose out of it, and the black ichor was pulled into its feet.

The figure very closely resembled a Grimm-corrupted version of Hunter, with a 6-and-a-half foot long, foot wide black sword. It laughed insanely, then charged at the larger Grimm and leapt upwards, slashing off its sword arm. It landed, then leapt again and slashed off its head, killing it instantly.

And there you go, intro 1 complete. This fic will be updated whenever I get time, so stay tuned!

Next time, on Against the Darkness: The Dragon Faunus arrives!