Just a one shot for fun. Can you guess the reference?
Atlas soldiers ran in fear of the very dangerous aggressor chasing after them. Many quickly dodged the attacker as he got near, but others where cut down with such force, that their entrails resembled party decorations along with a new coat of paint for the walls. The two remaining soldiers rested against a couple of crates, thinking that they had outrun the madman. They looked at each other, smirking in a short lived victory. Short lived as in, a Heather shape object flew through the air and split on of their heads open, and embedded itself into the crate. The lone soldier took a step back, shocked at the symbol that could be clearly seen on the front of the object.
"You haven't answered my question." The figure grabbed the soldier and slammed him against the crate, putting pressure around his neck. The soldier couldn't pry the hand off his neck, and struggled to breathe.
"I don't understand! ...You already know... where he is!" The grip became tighter and his breath hitched as the figure leaned in sneering.
"I'll ask one more time..." The light above them illuminated the figure, revealing a boy with messy blonde hair, a soft face with deadly cobalt eyes. The soldier struggled even harder as the boys eyes grew furious.
"Where is Jaune Arc!?"
For those of you who don't know, Heather is the type of shield that Jaune carries around.
This doesn't mean I'm officially back. Just wanted to get this short story out before it left my mind.