Beacon's Fading Light
The Artist
The mountain path was covered in snow as a black cloaked figure carrying a black staff with a large ball on one end trudged her way through the white. The howling wind tore at her hood, blowing away the warm breaths she let out every so often as she used her staff to make her way through the snow. Ahead, off the path, she spied a forest through the snow. The figure turned, walking straight for the trees.
It seemed it was not to be, however, for as the wind lessened, and the snow lightened she could see ahead enough to see ten men in long dark coats exit the trees, some carrying guns, but others blades. "What's the hurry?" asked the lead fellow, a tall man carrying a katana. "You seem lost, perhaps my men and I could help. For a small fee, of course." He said, smiling.
The cloaked figure merely shook her head and continued walking, only for the men to form up and block her path.
"I don't think I made myself clear," said the leader. "give us everything you have, and we'll let you pass. Refuse and, well, things will get ugly."
The girl ignored him and continued walking, only for him to grab her by the arm that held her staff.
Bad move. Grabbing him with her free hand, the girl flipped him over her back and threw him face first into the snow. Before she could keep moving, he brought his head up and barked a command to his men: "Get her!"
They obliged, but those three who charged with blades didn't get far before she flung her cloak off and threw it at them. Removing the cloak, the girl revealed herself as a medium height oriental girl with green eyes, black hair and a single streak of green, matching that of her eyes. She wore a maroon outfit with a green leather chestplate and boots.
As her cloak hit the three men, distracting them from their advance, she spun her staff around and hit the ball end on the ground, causing a clawed hand to emerge from the end, a clear crystal on each knuckle, as well as one in the palm. She shot forward, smacking all three men with the clawed end, knocking them to the ground.
The other six men all raised their pistols and opened fire, but the girl didn't move. Her eyes glowed blue as she spun her staff all around her, bullets being blocked by the metal pole as she walked forward towards her assaulters.
As the men realized their guns were of no use, each one drew a melee weapon and charged, the first man trying to strike with an axe, but was smacked aside by the claw right before the ball end hit his friend who tried to strike from the other side with a club.
The girl then leapt back from another strike from a sword and pointed the claw end at her attacker. The crystals glowed red, and the fingers all pointed at him before a blast of red energy shot out and knocked him back.
She launched two more blasts towards the next four men, three dodging, but one being knocked back by the blast. The other two men charged her, the first with a hatchet which she caught with the claw, pulled it out of his grasp, and threw at his friend, slowing his charge as he dodged and gave her time to strike the now unarmed man with the ball end before turning to hit him with a claw to the face, causing him to drop his machete next to her feet.
Turning to the last man, she pointed the claw at him, but after seeing what she did to his crew, he turned tail. Smiling, the girl hit the staff on the ground and collapsed the claw, but before she could turn around, she heard a gun being cocked. She had forgotten the leader.
"Well, that was impressive." He said "Why don't you put that stick down, and drop the rest of your supplies, and maybe then I won't shoot you."
Looking down at her feet, she saw the discarded machete, and her eyes glowed blue for just a second. She smacked it with the ball end of her staff, seemingly in frustration, knocking it into a branch of the tree above the man's head.
"Careful girly," he said "One more stunt like that, and I won't hesitate to shoot-" he didn't have time to finish his sentence as the branch above him, cut by the machete, fell on his head, followed by all the snow above it.
The girl smiled, walking over to pick up her cloak before returning to the pile of snow just as the man shook his head free. She casually smacked him in the face with the ball end before continuing her journey.
The Artist
So there's the first trailer, I didn't think I'd finish it this quickly, but there you are. I hope you like it, and there's more to come later. Let me know if you liked it, hated it, or think I could have done something better, I live for feedback.
As Always, I don't own RWBY or anything related to it.