„Join me now for the brand new tale, the greatest you could have ever heard" said out loud one drunk man in a tavern the other day. Intrigued people gathered around him, their ears prepared to hear a new impossible story created by the constant client of the inn.

As always, the place was filled with thugs, looters and other scum that Remnant had to offer. But none of them ever tried to take an evil action this time. They all knew how that one particular man was too good at telling tales. They always were so thrilling and full of adventures, you could swear the events are happening right now. The tale teller was a liar, though. He lived his boring and non-productive life in this tavern, sleeping on the table in the right corner of the hall, drinking ale and creating stories of a man he wishes to be one day. The staff even stopped caring much about him, since his presence was already a routine for them. On that particular night, when the thugs started gathering around the tale teller with their mugs filled with fresh alcohol, looking at him with hope for another night spent on something different than killing and stealing, the bartender walked into one of the waitresses and stopped right next to her, looking at the same direction:

-Another story by the good old table sleeper?-he asked rhetorically the waitress, smiling sneeringly-surely it's been a while since we saw such crowd around him

-Yeah-responded the waitress-and as always he claims this will be the best he has for them

Meanwhile, the tale teller was having a lot of fun. He already introduced his listeners to the main character-a son of a huntsmen, humiliated and betrayed by his fellow teammates. He was about to give even more details about the fictional character…when suddenly a very loud roaring could be heard not far away from the doors to the tavern. It worried everyone inside, making the place oddly quiet at that time. But then it stopped so everyone was reliefed and could finally stop worrying that a furious Grimm would charge into the tavern. Right after that though they heard footsteps going slowly towards the tavern's doors. The entire place grown quiet like a tomb.

After some seconds the doors opened wide. A cold breeze of air went through all the hall. A dark figure crossed the doorstep and shut the door quietly. The figure had a long, black trench-coat, still waving a little while he was closing the door. His hands were covered in thick, leather gloves decorated with shining brads. The crowd inside couldn't tell who it was, mainly because of a brown cowboy hat on his head, a bandana covering his mouth and most of the nose and sunglasses covering his eyes. When he started walking, the visitors of tavern noticed his creepy shoes-bovver boots, also black, covering more than all his foot and a metallic sound of belts fastened on the shoewear of his. The mysterious man was about to sit on a bar stool, when he suddenly stopped. He turned around at the crowd listening to the tale teller, raised his hand slowly and shaked it a little as if he wanted to say „hello". It was at this moment that the criminals of Remnant lost all their interest and turned back at the „table sleeper". The man was still too scared to say anything in a louder tone so he started whispering the story, during which some thugs started to discuss among themselves what is it like to be „free from the control", followed by the next mugs of ale and additional bottles of rum.

Meanwhile, the mysterious man sat down on the stool and took off his gloves. His hands were in the color of very pale pink. The bartender slowly approached him, his heart was beating very fast. It was then that he noticed a small chain around his neck. „He wears a necklace on a chain. It's been a while since I saw something like that" he thought to himself:

-What can I do for you, sir?-he asked politely, smiling and hiding the paralysing stress that was sending shivers down his whole body

At first the newcome customer didn't seem to listen to him as he was busy taking off his hat and pulling bandana down from his face. The bartender then saw, what his face really looked like, except the eyes, because the mysterious man didn't even bother taking off his sunglasses.

Judging by this man's face he was probably 20 or 21 years old. His nose was small, his lips narrow, his ears also small and the hair was long, dark brown and without any grey elements. The bartender swallowed saliva in fear, waiting for him to say something. After about one minute, which was probably one of the longest minutes he ever had in his life, the newcomer's emotionless face smiled politely and replied with a very gentle, yet deep voice:

-Just a glass of water, please-he said apathetically, nodding slowly

-With gas?-asked the bartender breathing a sigh of relief

-Yes, please-the customer replied in the same way, nodding again

The bartender then walked away to the water dispensor in the kitchen. After just two minutes he came back with a glass of sparkling water and put it on the table. The new customer seemed to be in deep thoughts, because he was just sitting with his hands linked together near his chin and didn't say a word. After quite some time he put his hands separately on the table, snapped his fingers, catching the bartender's attention while he was polishing the glasses and pointed his finger at him. The man behind the counter walked closer to the mysterious man and asked if he needed anything else. The long haired guy just smiled in response and asked quietly:

-Friend, how long is it from here to Vale?

-About 2 days on a horse without sleep-the bartender replied

-And if I am on a more…advanced type of horse?

-What?-the bartender got confused. He walked away from the stranger and looked through the window. Next to the horses of his other customers stood a big-sized, shiny chopper motorcycle covered in black leather. Probably one of the most remarkable things was the steering wheel resembling the shape of horns, which were connected to the front, resembling the shape of a goat's skull. At that moment, fear struck the bartender again. He had no doubt, who the new customer was. Slowly, he walked back to him, sat back from where he was talking to him, closed his eyes and without looking him in the eyes, he quietly said:

-About 10 hours without sleep

The mysterious man smiled, drank all the water from his glass at one go, stood up from his stool, put on the gloves and the hat, pulled back the bandana over the mouth and nose and took out a small wallet from his pocket:

-So…how much is it gonna be?-he asked, looking at the money he had. His voice was a little muffled

The bartender was just about to say something, when suddenly he saw two thugs coming in the mysterious man's direction. His heart started beating as fast as it could.

The mysterious man spotted the nervousness of the bartender and turned around. The two thugs stopped right in front of him, crossing their arms. They had long grey beards and had wooden sticks attached to their right thighs. What surprised the mysterious man the most, though, was the fact that they both looked exactly the same:

-You goin' somewhere, kiddo?-asked one of the thugs. He sounded like he was looking for a beating along with the typical drunk hoarseness

-Vale-the mysterious guy quickly replied

-And whatcha' gonna look for there, huh?-asked the other one. He sounded even more drunk

-Boys, I'm not looking for a problem. Let's just go our separate ways and make sure nobody gets hurt in the process

-Aw, ya surely are not lookin' for a problem-laughed one of the thugs-mainly 'cause you're the problem

-I'm not sure I understand-the customer replied. His apathy was getting creepy. But still both thugs started laughing very hard

-Don'tcha even try to play dumb with me, kiddo-one of the thugs approached the mysterious guy even closer-I know, who ya are. It's been so long since I last saw someone in those characteristic coats. I hope the council still has some Liens to spare on ya head

-Since when you guys are bounty hunters?-asked sneeringly the mysterious guy, hiding his wallet back in the trench-coat

-Wait a sec…how come you know us?!-asked one of the thugs shocked and surprised

-It's impossible not to know you-replied the mysterious guy-Deergan and Maervan Coiny, the twin brothers from Vacuo, known for their notorious robberies in several liquor stores, leaving typical marks of empty shelves and cash machines. Hunted by the police of Vacuo and Mistral for 3 years by far, the bounty for you now is 12 million Liens for one, dead or alive, and it's still growing

-Well…-one of the thugs laughed nervously. He was confused, yet honored. But alcohol immediately got rid of all his doubts-then you will know, who broke your nose!

-Bad idea-said the mysterious man and smiled, but it was too late. One of the Coiny brothers threw a punch going right at the man's face, but he missed. The guy dodged it to the left and hit one Coiny brother straight in the jaw, causing him to fly up for a second and hit the ground with his butt. The other one was about to charge, but the man also dodged that. The second thing the thug knew was the pain in his crotch. The guy kicked him right at the nuts, causing him to lay down on the floor, crying. But before he could move away, the one with the broken jaw tried to punch him again. This time the man blocked the blow and kicked the thug in the knee, causing him to kneel on one of them. After that the man threw a punch directly at Coiny's nose. The thug hit the ground with his back, blood started to leave his nostrils:

-Thank you for your performance, gentlemen-said the mysterious guy and was just about to leave when the door to the tavern opened again and 4 men walked in. Three of them wore white scales of a King Taijitu. One of them, who walked on the front, had black scales. He stood with hands on his hips and smoked a cigarette:

-Alright-he said-which of you, dumbasses, parked that big pile of metal scrap on my parking spot?

-Is there a problem?-asked the mysterious man

-Yeah-replied the guy in black scales and approached the man closely-first of all, those two bastards you just beat up were mine. Second of all, would you mind taking that ugly piece of crap out of my parking spot?

-Well I was about to leave, Mr Blanjoi

The guy in black scales bit the cigarette in his mouth harder and looked the mysterious man straight in the eyes:

-That's not my name anymore, and you know that very well

-Yeah, sure. How do they call you now? Oh yeah, I remember. „The Snake Gun", right? The murderer of courtesans from Mistral. But honestly, I think you should be called „The Snake Pun" because those King Taijitus were probably making them before you started wearing them as a robe

-You son of a…-started Mr Blanjoi, his face red in rage, trying to desperately pull out his gun from holster. But he didn't end his sentence, because from the man's right sleeve a small object appeared in his hand, which started to grow in size. After a few seconds, a long, dual wielded steel sword was held in the man's hand. Without hesitation, he threw a cut at The Snake Gun. The murderer started screaming very loud. The rest of the tavern's customers looked in horror. The assassin had no hand. A little later the man cut again. This time The Snake Gun literally lost his head. The inn grew silent again. Then, the henchmen woke up from the shock of seeing their leader being killed and opened fire from the rifles they had in their hands all this time. The man, however, started deflecting all their shots until they realised, they had no bullets left.

-My turn-said the mysterious guy and jumped towards the henchmen

For the next few seconds the customers of the tavern watched in horror, as an unknown guy in a trench-coat swings a 40,5 inch sword at the henchmen, maiming them severly, causing blood to spill all over the floor and walls, making his victims scream in pain as they were passing away. After that, the man's sword grew back to a small object that looked like the sword's handle and disappeared in his sleeve. Then he walked to the counter, behind which the terrified bartender was hiding and pulled out the wallet again from his coat. From his wallet he took out 20 Liens and put them on the counter:

-Sorry for that mess, friend-he said in his typical apathetic tone

-You monster!-The man suddenly heard one of The Coiny Brothers behind him. Without hesitation, he pointed a golden gun that appeared in his left hand from the sleeve and fired two bullets at the beaten thieves without taking his eyes off the bartender. This caused the robbers to stiffen on the ground forever.

The mysterious man finally left the tavern. It was almost midnight. His beloved chopper awaited, without a single scratch. He sit on it, started the engine, roared it a little and drove off the parking zone back on the road, which he followed to his destination-The city of Vale.

(So, „At last begins our true adventure, epic, wild, a real butt-clencher!" as the narrator of TV series „Galavant" sang. I hope you liked the first chapter of my first RWBY fanfiction. I suppose you're very curious about the mysterious man. Fear not, his name will be revealed in the next chapter. I hope I'm not boring and you enjoyed my writings. If I made some grammar or word mistakes then I apologize-I'm just a bored kid from Poland who really likes RWBY, that's all. The lack of original RWBY characters in this chapter is because I actually planned to introduce them to my character in the next chapter. So, await the next chapter and I hope you have a good day sir or madame)