I often wonder where to start a new story, so this one will start in the middle…
"Watch out Neo!" Yang yells, unable to get to her quick enough, luckily Ruby managed to use her semblance to grab Neo and yank her aside just as a deathstalker nearly claimed the injured girl's life. I just kinda sit here, and continue slicing at all sorts of creatures with my claymore. Very lightweight claymore at that, the only reason it is cleaving these things in half would be the fact that more than sixty percent of my aura is infused into this blade. Glyphs are present along both the blade and shaft, mainly for show save the one on the bottom of the hilt and the two that mirror each other along the blade. Life had been rough for us since the incident, but now we're a family, been this way for a year. Weiss thrusts her rapier into a beowolf, but it missed the vital organs, and it swatted at her. It would have made contact had it not been stopped by a kick from Mercury, followed by a swift severing of both arms in combination of Ruby's scythe on the left, and Emerald's small sickles on the right. Blake falls from a tree due to a smaller, younger goliath, the size of a small car, ramming said tree. She is caught by the handle of Roman Torchwick's cane and then pulled towards him, good thing too since a pack of beowolves pounced where she would have been had Roman not saved her.
"God damn all these things!" Cinder stabs her glass swords through two beowolf masks while Roman and Blake work together to take down a pair of ursa, and Neo rests in a clearing guarded by Yang, who won't let a single grimm get close enough to touch her. Of note would be the fact no one has fired a bullet, nor used dust. Take a guess at what that means…
"Ruby, two to the right, four on the left, take your pick" Cinder steps up to Ruby, her weapons resting at her side. Ruby dashes off towards the two on the right, meeting the beowolves head on, and Cinder smiles and moves towards the four beowolves, both slaying their targets with ease. After a good fifteen minutes the hordes and hordes of grimm seemed to die off.
Two years ago, everything was fine. I was living in the Vale Residential district...
I woke up dazed, a bit annoyed, and greatly angered. In a practiced ease I got up and approached my closet, taking out the next set of clothes for today. I slip into my favorite gray shirt, decorated with randomized red lines which appear as stitches across my body and back. I had a taste for the dark in my clothing, things that looked gothic or disturbing to some. I put on my black jeans, with a deep bloody red running along the outside that follows the bone perfectly. Then I find my weapon, Oathbreaker. Wonderful sword, lovely sharp deadly claymore. Made of pure silver fused with obsidian at my father's forge when we were making our own weapons for Signal. The glyphs carved into the blade aren't just for show. Well, three aren't. The small one on the hilt can use my aura for a quick short range teleportation spell, and the two on the blade convey aura, allowing for a slice to create a wave of energy, and a stab to release a pulse of directed aura for greater damage. I have a semblance I like to call Oculus. It's an enhancement of my visual processes by manipulating aura and my eyes, allowing me to take in all the details I see near instantly. After getting my stuff together I took a quick look in the mirror, which I usually forget to do yet I can't shake the feeling it might be the last time I do this, discovering that as usual, my gray hair was quite the mess. My blue eyes reflected off them and as usual I look pissed. Blame it on monday mornings. Taking a look out the window to see what awoke me was something I had not thought possible. Ever wake up like every other day, then look outside and see hell itself barking on your doorstep? It wasn't quite that way, hell would probably include more fire. A large grimm, a goliath, rampaging straight towards me. Utilizing my flash teleportation I managed to dodge the beast, my house however, not so much. There were much more than that, however, goliaths, beowolves, deathstalkers, seemed a whole damn apocalypse was in order. I ran away and took out my scroll, calling Beacon for help, and that's when I noticed the headline in the news. Vacuo and Mistral had also suffered grimm invasions of a catastrophic level. Just fucking great. Shoulda worked in Atlas, lot safer apparently. Turning around I noticed that the Beacon hunters were already here, and actively killing off the grimm, so I joined in. Some red cloaked girl was blazing through both grimm and ammo, as was a yellow headed girl who was utterly decimating them. Another girl with black hair was destroying them with a katana and it's sheath, and some white haired girl was stabbing and burning and freezing and impaling a lot of grimm. It was wonderful work they were doing. I was snapped back to reality by an ursa, who I stabbed several times. Several more times for good measure. Then I turned around in time to decapitate a beowolf running by, and then uppercut stlye slash a boarbatusk into the air. I could very well say this was a fun dream, till an ursa hit me and it stung like a bitch. A lot of running, slashing, and being joined by three unknowns and the dangerous Roman Torchwick as well as the Beacon team we were absolutely surrounded, and almost out of ammo.
"Well…" A quick use of Oculus revealed exactly how fucked we are. Judging by all the fragments of masks behind the grimm I saw in front of us we were viciously surrounded. At least one hundred plus full masks to our front, more on the edges of my vision. Even more past the hordes I can't see past.
"There is no way we're surviving a fight, all in favor of fleeing?"
"How?" The black haired lady in the red dress says.
"Less grimm on our left, clear a path and run like hell"
She grumbles, and everyone silently agrees. "Alright, fire away!"
We all face our left, The scythe girl fires, the white haired rapier user unleashes a torent of fire along with the red dress lady who also unleashes a ton of flames. The black haired girl with the bow turns her katana into a pistol and fires. The blonde haired girl fires explosive rounds from her gauntlets, the emerald haired girl fires rounds from twin revolver like guns, and Roman fires explosives from his cane. I release shockwaves, and the other gray haired guy sits back and waits, since he apparently has no ranged attacks. The way clears soon, and we as a group run through the sea of black as it starts to close around us. All that stood between us now was a gate designed to keep grimm out. It raised by itself, or so it seemed when a girl with a theme like neapolitan ice cream jumped out of the control booth and tagged along with us. Glancing back at Beacon and using Oculus I counted the number of smoke stacks. A lot of them, at least sixty. Probably more… Vale had fallen, and a buzz from my scroll showed that Atlas was also crumbling. Moments later the communication tower in Vale collapsed, and my scroll lost internet connection. We were all on our own…