RWBY: Lone Wolf
Author Comments:
I haven't done fanfictions in ages.
I like to think my writing has improved over the years but I still see the odd spelling error or comma missuse. None the less, it feels great to write and publish again.
But be warned! This is a OC story! The main character and two of her will-be teammates are inspired by background characters during Jaune and Pyrrah's dance in the episode "Dance Dance Infiltration". I have a gif of them if anyone's curious to see, but I also drew my own characters based on those designs. They were originaly very basic after all, meant as nothing more but simple shapes for background characters that ultimately meant nothing. Yet it was the cute girl twirling her arms around each other with her eyes closed and her hair wild that made me want to write this.
So, yay?
None the less I am DESPERATE for Beta Readers as it's been a while since I wrote and uploaded into the Doc Manager. I had completely forgotten that spelling mistakes can't be checked with the browser's spell checker and that text gets all jumbled together. So bear with me if things are a bit unreadable for now. I'll try my best to reformate my DOC files!
Chapter One: Initiation Part One of Three, Grey.
In the musky swamp filled lands of Mistral there's a certain muddy rabbit-hole just big enough to fit humans that leads to a cave system with several paths. If you got a good nose or a buddy with one, you'll just have to follow the scent of nuts till you find the higher levels of the Blod Arena.
It's pronounced 'Bloud'.
Oh, sorry if you're allergic to nuts.
The way the cave has been shaped is the typical arena sort. Cliffs overlooking a round area of sand, mud and the occasional weird plant. At the time of this story there's a flag hanging over the arena with a red cross painted over a sword.
The No-weapons rule is on full effect.
The people are many. Human. Faunus. People of questionable groups. Old white fang associates, elderly as young who feel they disappointed over the modern take of their goals.
Grå likes it like that. People who come here to take their masks and lies off in the arena but back home are nobodies. Your average Joes and Janes that nobody will take notice of and that wont rat each other out.
The young girl is sitting on one of the combatant benches overlooking the arena and located on a slightly lowered wooden platform hanging from the upper overlook. There's just enough steps down for you to leap the rest of the way into battle.
Her blue eyes are almost closed but directly focused on the intense fight between two men.
One's young, fast and creative. The other is old, sturdy and experienced. One almost dances around the older gentleman; jumping and kicking as the elderly one has direct powerful punches and isn't afraid to throw dirt into the kid's eyes.
She grins, focusing on the fight as her hands keep busy wrapping boxing tape around each other.
Her head tilts as the youngster appears to disappear. The crowd becomes silent as her gray tail starts to slowly wag in anticipation.
The old man stays put as nothing happens for several questions, just for a unusual wind to blow towards him and causing most of the crowd to gasp.
Not her though, she saw the elder readying his nails. Scratch that, claws. As in faunus.
As in his senses probably knew just where the boy was coming.
Grå leans forward and lowers her eyebrows as the man crouches down just to push his right hand up and grab nothing at all.
At least until the flesh of a youngster's neck manifests within his grasp. There's a attempt to breath from the youngster.
The man throws him into his knee.
"Leaflet Brown wins!" The speakers squeal out the news in low quality, probably because who ever orchestrated this event didn't have enough money for the proper stuff but it didn't seem to matter to the crowd as most raised up to cheer or show their disappointment.
The young faunus woman just kept looking from above, witnessing make-shift medics coming down to take the kid away. The man was just standing there, panting and staring at the blood from the fight.
It had been a long and excruciating fight, no doubt. Nothing but pure strength, skill, flesh and the manifestation of the two's soul to clash.
Of course there would be some blood in such a pure and raw fight, yet the man didn't seem to like such a sight as he vomited on the ground and fell to his side to greet the sand.
The girl winced but had to chuckle as more medics got down to pick the guy up.
"You ready for this match, wolf?"
Her teeth clenched in annoyance as her light gray hair was ruffled with by a taller and only slightly older combatant. Their skin paler then hers which wasn't a surprise, she had fought to keep her tan, yet what caught her hair was their big cocky grin.
"Ready for me to kick your butt?"
"My name's not 'Wolf'."
The taller combatant tilted her head as they looked down at the faunus. They couldn't keep their chuckle back and just crossed their arms in amusement.
They seemed to stare into each others eyes for quite some time before the speakers requested the next fighters to get ready, causing the younger fighter to slowly rise up from her seat and stand as tall as possible to her opponent.
Unfortunately she only got a soft laugh for being a head taller.
"Just get into the ring, alright? Wish ya luck!"
Grå just groaned, having her hair ruffled again before the the pale woman leaped down to the battlegrounds to the cheer of the audience. The faunus herself slowly crept over to the edge of the platform, allowing her to stare down at the woman as they moved over to their own little corner like an obedient dog.
The irony didn't matter to her as she adjusted her skirt, which was more of a collection of belts in the shape of a skirt; and leaped down herself. Sand would fly into the air and become dust; hovering in the air between her and the opponent as she slowly straightened her back from the landing.
"This next fight is between Grå Stoft, a local young fighter who loves to wave all her limbs around like crazy and Terra Woods. Terra Woods. I have no idea who she is but she payed good money to fight here so I'm not complaining!"
Grå glanced up at the speakers as she heard that, making sure to slide her right foot behind her and ready her arms as she did. This cocky newcomer was just that, a newcomer. No information about them, no background. Not only did it make her a wild card but it also meant most of the money would be placed on the faunus, not this random human.
Which ultimately made the match risky but most likely profitable.
Looking back to her opponent, who smirked, she grinned at the possibility awaiting her. She'd either lose gracefully in a epic battle to the unconscious or she'd kick some serious behind and get the money to prove it.
It might confuse people that she thought this way but to her it was a win-win situation.
And then a unnatural sound screamed through the speakers, the onlookers shouting in excitement right after it.
The woman came running towards her, arms stretched out to the sides but palms going straight for her.
Grå fell backwards into the ground and earned a collective 'HUH?' from the audience as the human slowed down in confusion.
Then it began for real, with a kick to her opposition Grå pushed Terra towards the ground while forcing herself up to her knees and readying a elbow before sending it upwards.
She hit air, Woods spinning above her before pressing hands down at her shoulders and answering the previous blow with two feet against Grå's back and sending her across the arena as her feet desperately tried to slow down.
She couldn't see behind her and the shouts from the people above was deafening, only adding to the sickening sensation she got from uncontrollably waving her body in attempt to reclaim her balance.
The sand hitting the back of her legs indicated that the silly human had felt for that and she crouched down like the sensations she had faked had never happened.
Faunus had a tendency to have great balance after all, so she grinned as a blow missed her by her hair.
A foot of hers was sent backwards, palms pressed against the grond as Woods fell against her back.
She went to go for her neck but felt her own almost crushed by arms and her sides being likewise squished by thighs whose feet had just landed on the ground to her left and right.
Superior weight and strength was pressing against her flesh, trying it's best to force her to fall unconscious just like the older man from before.
"GHNOOH!" A shout managed to escape her mouth, a dry and dying voice that didn't plead but seemed displeased at the happenings. Her hands quickly flied up only to push back down into the ground, her feet imitating the move just seconds after in attempt to to gain some air.
Their bodies flew upwards and was spinning backwards, giving her enough space to push her elbows behind her into soft guts that felt amazing to hurt.
A gasp and loose arms later she twirled in the air and punched downwards, sending that damn human into ground.
A loud noise, dust flying above her. Sand in her eyes, squeezing almost completely shut as she fell down and landed. She closed them completely, hoping her "ordinary" human like ears would suffice.
Breathing or sniffing the air for scent seemed impossible, it would lead to almost immediate suffocation from the-
Someone falling shouldn't cause so much sand to fly around her.
A blast of mud and sand pressed her against one of the walls of the arena, forcing her eyes open in shock as she saw Terra Woods commending the earthly particles into her.
She frowned. So that was her opponents semblance. Pesky.
"Why, you're angry!" Terra laughed, slowly moving forward as Grå tried her best to struggle out of the sand and mud that was constantly being projected into her torso.
"Almost expecting you to snarl, but I'm not that biased."
She was right in front of her, grinning a mad grin as her hands clenched into fists and the sand stopped.
The faunus would be falling back to the ground, if it wasn't for the several fists now greeting her sleeveless shirt and the flesh under it. She was basically projected into the wall, much like the sand had been projected into herself. The irony wasn't pleasing her as she was kept busy with yelping in pain and gasping for air.
A punch for the face, prompting Grå to tilt her head just enough to the right to have the fist grace her left cheek.
She grabbed the whole arm and kicked into Woods, loosening her balance and slowly falling backwards with the arm with her. She twirled and changed the fall, letting Terra hit the ground first as Grå was busy repositioning her feet between the shoulder.
She pulled, her opponent screamed.
She pulled again, the scream was silence by excited roars that kept her slightly hurting ears unaware of the human's free hand that grasped some sand.
She went to pull again but got her face stuffed with the dirt and she shouted in pain and confusion, pushing her arms down in attempt to move backwards.
Once she managed to get the gunk out of her eyes, or most of it, she witnessed her opponent standing further away. The human fell to one knee, holding her hurt arm and groaning in annoyed pain.
Grå went to stand up, Terra went to wave her undamaged arm around and summoning balls of sand at her enemy.
The wild haired girl just moved her head left and right and crouched once before looking behind her for a second.
She gave Terra a confused looks and pointed behind her with a thumb.
"Was that suppose to be a intimidating attack or-"
A roar of anger and several human steps later, Woods was just in front of Grå and let go of her hurt arm ones again in attempt to strike only to feel a uppercut in the jaw. Her legs moved her backwards in a daze, Grå answered with a superman punch to the torso.
She gasped in pain and waved her arms, attempting to retake her balance. She was stopped by the faunus once again who this time leaped up just enough to grab her opponent's head and sending a knee into it.
Woods fell to her knees and not all the way as Grå landed on the ground with her feet, holding the human's head still.
She looked at her opponent, how she coughed and did her best to inhale air.
"Do you forfeit?"
She looked down at the badly damaged 'enemy'. They stared back into her blue eyes with their own brown ones. The faunus readied her knee.
"I forf-" Terra coughed. "I FORFEIT! I forfeiGRHK."
Terra fell backwards and continued to cough and gasp for air. Grå had simply let go and backed off, clenching her hands into fists as medics came down and the crowd cheered. She looked up and blinked, breathing in deeply as the make shift ceiling lights shined into her eyes.
Then came the gunfire, the screams of worry and terror and the uniformed police men surrounding the area above.
Grå felt her eyes widen and she looked around for any alternative path.
Wall. Wall. Wall. Wall. PLATFORM, that lead up to the incoming cops. Cops that jumped down.
Grå moved down to her knees and was quick to place her hands behind her neck.
"Oum damn it.."