The blood pounding in her ears, the cold stinging her lungs as she struggled to catch her breath, the sounds of snarls and growls just behind her as she ran; that was her whole world. Nothing else distracted her, lest she become the dinner of some hungry Grimm. Finally, she could run no longer; she found herself at the edge of a lake that stretched for miles in either direction. Spinning around to face the threat at hand, she finally realized just how outnumbered she was. Grimm surrounded her in mere moments, seemingly a snarling sea of black, red, and white hell-bent on ripping her to shreds. She took a deep breath, raising her weapon and steadying her stance to prepare for the fight ahead. She didn't bother to kid herself, she knew there was no making it out of this one alive. Maybe back when she had her partner-NO. She couldn't allow herself to think about the other girl right now. Besides, in a few moments it wouldn't matter, she'd be joining her in eternal slumber. Strangely enough, the thought gave her peace. Either way, she was going to make sure to take a few more of these accursed creatures out when she went.

Cold steel whipped through the air as the first of the Grimm sprang at the girl, the resulting black dust dissipating behind her in a billowing cloud. Not bothering to wait for the next attack, she sprang forth into the hoard. One by one, the Grimm all were sent back to the depths of hell from whence they came; but even still, more seem to come join the fight and she could feel her strength waning. Pushing herself, she refused to give up even if she knew it was futile. She refused to make it easy for the beasts, if her partner was strong enough to go down fighting then she could be too. Despite all of her resolve though, she felt the claws of a Beowulf all too soon. Knocked down and thrown several feet, she found herself separated from her weapon and defenseless. As she tried to stand, she fell back to her knees in tears as the pain in her back was simply too much. 'This is it…this is how it ends…not in your arms, not in a house surrounded by pleasant memories like you wanted…it ends at the hands of a stupid Grimm' the girl thought to herself, almost laughing at the sheer irony of the situation.

One by one, the Grimm slowly encircled her until one stood tall and raised its claws, ready to strike the disabled girl down. She clenched her eyes tight, readying herself for the final blow…

BOOM!

Instead of the pain of a final strike from the Beowulf in front of her, an seemingly earth-shattering gunshot echoed across the crowded lakeside and across the water's surface. Chancing a look up, she saw the Beowulf dissolving into nothing more than a cloud of dust. Just behind where the Grimm had been standing now stood a lone figure dressed in all black, it's arm fully extended and holding a silver rifle that still had smoke drifting lazily from the muzzle. To the girl, it seemed that everything around them came to a halt. Nothing moved, not even the Grimm. Slowly, the figure reached to it's back and withdrew a second weapon identical to the first, save for the fact that this rifle was completely black. With a snap of it's wrist, the figure spun the weapons in either hand in a single counter-clockwise rotation towards themselves and as the weapons came to a stop, what had been the barrel of each weapon was now a long, double edged blade.

Seeming to have regained their senses, one of the Grimm charged forward and was promptly split in two by the figure. As if this act had angered the rest of the beasts, the rest of the Grimm rushed towards the lone figure. Most were cut down easily, though before too long the person had to retreat from the onslaught. The girl soon lost sight of them until her weapon lodged itself in the mud in front of her and the figure materialized in front of her. "Come on! Get up and fight! This isn't over yet!" the figure shouted over it's shoulder in a gruff voice before launching itself back into the fray. The girl shook herself and grasp the weapon in front of her. Finally able to pull herself up with the aid of the weapon, the girl tried to steady her wobbling legs. By now, many of the Grimm had been slaughtered and only a handful remained but as her luck would have it, one immediately noticed her and bolted in her direction. Trying to take a step, the girl almost fell and more tears came to her eyes. With know options left, she used her semblance to shoot forward and cleave the monster in two with her weapon. Unfortunately, she soon found herself tumbling across the dirt again, though this time managing to keep a firm grip on her weapon.

Rolling over onto her knees and righting herself back onto her feet, she saw that there was only one more Grimm left…a very large, very pissed off Ursa. Readying herself, a hand grasped her shoulder and the figure stepped in front of her. "Don't worry about this one…I got it." The man quipped without looking back. The Ursa roared and began charging toward the two of them as the man also ran forwards towards the Ursa. Just when the Grimm was about to be on top of the man, he dropped down and slid between the legs of the beast. Quickly jumping to his feet, he sliced both hind legs off of the beast and stabbed his weapons into its back. Giving a pained roar, the Grimm dropped to its stomach as the man pulled his blades from the beast's body and stepped forward till he was astraddle of it's large head. Spinning his weapons so they once again transformed into their rifle forms, he pointed one against the back of the Grimm's head and said "go back where you came from you horrid abomination." With that he pulled the trigger and the Grimm faded from existence.

The girl slowly dragged herself forward as she tried to catch up to the man, who by now had reholstered his weapons on his back and was about to walk off. "Wait! Who are you? And why did you save me?" the girl questioned. "Simple. There is someone who will need your help soon, whether they know it or not. And you can not be there if you are dead," the man responded over his shoulder to the girl and started back towards the tree-line. "Who is the person? How do you know any of this?" the girl asked, raising her voice. Giving a chuckle, the man stopped and stood straight before turning towards the girl. "Why, there are a lot of things that I know about you Weiss Schnee. Now why don't you wake up?"

Screaming, Weiss shot forward in her bed in a panic. Checking herself over, she found that she was unharmed and simply had a bad dream. Reaching for her scroll on the nearby table, she opened it to check the time but she dropped it onto her bed in shock once she saw a simple two line message on the screen…

We need to talk.

She's been found.