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Trailer: Sword

"From beginning to end, in life and battle aim for the peak and then surpass it."

The full moon brightly shown down on a dark alleyway in the City of Vale. A lone figure walked down the centre of said alley with his hands in his pockets. He stopped and gave a sigh then looked around the various posters and notices on the walls. Among the dozens of new and tattered sheets of paper he saw an ad for a local dance club, a poster for an upcoming rock concert, that at least was interesting, a missing pet poster and another ad this time for some new product from the Schnee Dust Company.

He sighed again then turned his head up towards the moon high in the sky. The night was quiet, he hated quiet. He wanted something to do. Something to entertain him. Something to blow off steam. But mostly he wanted something to...

"Ah!" came a cry down an alley to left that snapped him out of his thoughts it was followed by a chorus of laughter and not the good kind. Seemed promising.

"Hmm?" He turned and walked down the alley coming to a stop at the stop of some steps. Looking over the safety he railing and looked down at the plaza below. A young boy was lying down on the ground while a girl crouched next to him. Across from them was a group of five young men each carrying some kind of weapon.

"Hey! What's the big idea we weren't bothering you?!" shouted the boy, about thirteen or fourteen, on the ground with a bruise on his right cheek as he sat up with help from the girl about a year older helped him up. The boy was dressed in brown shorts and a white hoodie with yellow stripes down the sleeves while the girl wore simple jeans and green blouse. What stood out about the two of them however was that both of them had a pair of dog ears sticking out of their sand coloured hair.

"Well that's where we're going to have to disagree kid," spoke a guy in an open black leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath he held a wooden sword balanced over his right shoulder. "Anyone who passes through here has to pay a fine."

"Since when?!" growled the boy.

"Since right now," the guy replied pointing at the ground with his unoccupied hand. "This right here is the Blue Bats' turf."

"You no good crooks!" shouted the girl.

The thug put his hand over his heart as it the words actually wounded him but his "pleasant" smile remained. "You wound me missy after all we can't all be Huntsmen but don't worry we're pretty reasonable so just fork over say thirty Lien and we'll let you two go along your merry way."

"Thirty Lien?!" cried the girl in shock.

"No one just walks around with that kind of money at night!" The boy shouted. "And even if we did you would get a cent!"

The kid had guts he'd give him that. Though guts weren't likely to get him or his sister out of this mess.

"No Lien huh? Well that ain't a problem", he started slowly walking toward the two. "I'm sure we'll be able to if we look and of not…" the siblings' tensed "well then you'll just have to serve as an example to anyone who wants to step foot on Bat turf."

But as he took one more step a foot suddenly slammed into the side of his head sent him flying into a nearby stack of boxes and crates. Several empty bottles and spare pipes clattered to the ground.

"What the hell…?" groaned the thug as he pulled himself from the wreckage then turned to look at his assailant. Said assailant was now crouching on the ground, the two Faunus on his left and the gang on his right.

He had spikey black hair that had a red streak running through it. He wore white sneakers with hints of red, black jeans with two silver chains hanging on the left side of his waist with a brown belt with a silver buckle in the shape of a peach with two leaves, a leather jacket with stylized Ms on bellows the shoulders and on the hand pockets. On the back of the jacket was the outline of a peached shaped demon face with two horns coming out of the head. Under the jacket he wore a red shirt and a necklace with a metal tag hung round his neck. Strapped to his back was a guitar case.

The gang was so taken off guard by the strangers entrance they just stared, their minds trying to wrap around what just happened. While the harassers were in their stupor the stranger turned to the just as shocked brother and sister and motioned with his head for them to leave. Snapping out of her trance the sister nodded in thanks then helped her brother up and ran down the path behind them.

The thug that was sent flying picked up his sword and yelled, "Hey get back here you dog eared freaks!"

He began to chase them but the stranger suddenly side stepped in front of him. The thug frantically looked between the stranger and where he had been, he hadn't even seen him stand up.

"You…" the thug growled raising his sword over his head. "You're going to pay for that!"

He brought the sword down with all his might but the stranger's hands suddenly shot up and caught it just before it made contact with his head holding the sword between his palms. The thug's growled in annoyance and tried to pull his weapon back but the stranger just changed to gripping it with a single hand. His mouth opened to let out a stream of insults but whatever the crook was going to say left his mind when he met the stranger's eyes.

The stranger just responded, after a single "heh" of amusement and a smirk at the thug's expression, a punch delivered to his foe's face that sent him flying into one of his pal's arms. The stranger just threw his sword to the side while the gang looked on in shock which soon turned into anger each of them thinking the same thought "Just who was this guy?!"

"You're in trouble now pal no one treats a Bat like that and gets away with it," said one of them holding a pipe.

"Yeah now you have to deal with all of us" said another holding a wooden bat. "Any last words?"

As he spoke a pipe from the stack of boxes and crates his pall crashed into rolled along the ground coming to a stop at the stranger's foot. The stranger then dropped the case on his back on the ground then stomped on the pipe sending it spinning into the air and then caught it just as it passed his hand surprising the gang with his skill.

"Ore…" he began as he raised his head and opened his eyes, which were bright red and seemed to glow in the dark of night, and smiled in a way that made the gang members think he was possessed by some kind of demon. He then struck a pose and finished his statement "Sanjou!"

The gang froze on the spot their expressions telling that they were trying to processes why he just did that.

"So you guys think it's fun to pick on those you think are weaker than you huh?" His voice was deep and aggressive, "you know I really oughta be thanking you guys." That statement confused the gang further. "Do you know how badly I was itching for a fight? I though I was going to die of boredom. Then suddenly you jerks show up picking on those two kids," he chuckled then finished. "It's like it's my birthday or something".

"Oh so it's a fight you want huh?" said the one with the pipe "then I'll give you one".

He charged with a cry.

(Insert: Double Action Sword Form)

"Yosh!" said the stranger, visibly excited at the thought of a fight, as he tossed his pipe into the air then caught with his other hand, his right, then charged. "Ikuze! Ikuze! Ikuze!"

When the stranger was close enough the gang member swung at him with his pipe with the pipe he wielded only for his foes to lean back out of the way. He tried again once, twice but each time he just leaned out of reach then stood back up straight. Then when he went in for a fourth attempt with all his strength the stranger only blocked it with his own pipe, though he did have to use both hands.

The stranger then leaned in close to the gang member's face then gave a tooth showing smile before he reared his head back and smashed his fore head into the gang member's nose.

"ACK!" the gang member then dropped his weapon as both his hands shot up to cover his struck nose. The quick as lightning the stranger struck him on the side of the head and he fell to the ground out cold.

"WHY YOU!" the stranger then turned and saw his next opponent the one armed with nunchaku.

He swung his weapons around making exaggerated martial arts sounds and poses. The stranger raised a brow at the little show before it stopped in a pose with his weapon spinning over his head like helicopter blades while he made a "Wooo!" sound. The stranger then kicked him in the stomach which caused him to release his grip on his weapon and make him fall down clutching his belly. The nunchaku meanwhile flew off out of sight and evidently struck an unsuspecting cat.

He then faced the last two one armed with a chain the other with a simple wooden bat. The stranger gave an excited chuckle and twirled the pipe in his hand around a few times before he rand to meet them.

The one with the bat ran up and took a swing at his head but the stranger just ducked and swung at him only for the batter to jump back. The one with the chain swung his weapon at from left to right a few times before finally swinging it at him while his back was turned as he dealt with his bat using pal. Then just as the batter brought his weapon down on the stranger's head he switched his pipe to his left hand and blocked the bat and caught the chain with his right hand.

While both of his foes were shocked by this he pushed the batter away before pulling on the chain to send other one tripping away. The nunchaku user then came charging back now using his friend's wooden sword and joined his bat wielding friend as wood met metal.

The stranger, now using his right hand again, easily kept switching strikes and blocks between the tag teaming Blue Bats. He then stepped back so both of them moved in front of him. He then smirked enjoying the fight and decided to cut loose a little more.

Then as the batter raised his weapon over his head and brought it down the stranger swung at and broke it in half. While his opponent's focus was on the destroyed weapon his pal tried to sneak up but failed by giving a cry before he swung at his enemy. Said enemy then reacted by spinning round and blocking the sword with his pipe then pushed the Blue Bat member back. The gang member tried to get a sure footing but the stranger was too strong and was pushing him too fast. He stopped at the end of a brick wall. The spikey haired stranger then raised his weapon arm up and back before he swung down at the guy's head. Fortunately for the Bat he got out of the way just in time while the pipe struck the wall and leaving a giant hole in the end of it. Shocked by this the bat quickly stumbled back before tripping over his formally bat swinging pal causing them both to fall to the ground. Said pal then pushed him off to his side and they both stared in fear at their demon of an opponent as the dust from the fall settled.

"Whoops" said the stranger with an embarrassed chuckle as he looked at the hole in the wall and the now bent pipe in his hand. "Guess I over did it a little with that one. "Oh well," he threw the pipe over his shoulder missing the frightened reaction of the two gang members as it landed in front of their feet. The stranger then noticed a replacement attached to wall which he grabbed then yanked out causing water to spill onto the ground.

He gave it a quick swirl in his hand to test it and seemed to be satisfied .

"Guess I'd better finish this soon," he then turned to the two scared gang members who trembled when his gaze fell on him "Oi!" They stiffened as he walked over to them and pointed his new weapon at them, "wanna see my Hissatsu Waza?"

The two boys' fear was replaced by confusion at the strange words that came out of his mouth before fear returned as the stranger drew his arm back ready to swing down at them but that was nothing to what followed. A fiery aura burst from the stranger while his eyes glowed and the two could have sworn they saw a pair of curved horns sticking out of his forehead.

"Hissatsu!" announced the stranger after the aura faded. "Ore no Hissatsu wa-oph!"

The two suddenly kicked him in the stomach and pushed him back as the third Blue Bat brought his chain the stranger's neck restraining him. The stranger dropped the pipe and put both hands on the chain trying to get it off. Meanwhile the other two got up and pulled their fists back and ran at their trapped assailant.

"Bastards!" the stranger growled before he suddenly jumped back.

His captor kept his grip but was forced to lean back allowing the stranger to kick back both the two before he used the momentum to crouch down pulling dragging to chain user with him before he slammed the back of his head into his captor's nose. The chain user then released his hold on the chain allowing in dropping to the ground as his hands cradled his injured nose. While the stranger snatched hold of a nearby glass bottle holding it by its neck then smacking it against his former captor's head ,carefully measuring his strength as he had done throughout the fight, knocking him out.

He then turned his focus once more to the one who had used the bat walking up to him as he just stood up then punched him straight in the face. The last standing Blue Bat ran up behind him trying a sneak attack, and again failing by giving a cry, but the stranger side stepped to the right and neck chopped him knocking him out instantly.

The stranger then through the bottle into a nearby bin and dusted off his hands giving a relieved sigh, "Well that takes care of…"

"What. The. Hell?!" The stranger spun round and saw another young man with short but wild spiked hair that grew over the top of a head band with a stylized blue bat on it. He also wore an open dark, almost black, blue jacket with a white vest underneath with blue jeans and brown boots. His outraged gaze was currently on the stranger who he then pointed at, "You! You did this to my guys?!"

"Yeah but…" the stranger put his hands in his pockets then looked around at the unconscious and groaning gang that littered the plaza with a small smirk before he looked back at their newly arrived leader. "They didn't put up much of a fight."

The Blue Bats' leader tightened his fists in anger and growled, "You son of a…"

"B-b-boss," came a groan interrupting the stare down. Both of them turned to the guy who had been the first to fall to the stranger as he looked to his leader with one open eye and he looked like he could barely get his head off the ground. "W-watch out t-this guy…I-I don't t-t-think h-he's hum…"

"Quiet!" The boss bat grit his teeth and turned his attention back to the stranger his subordinate's little attempt at a warning not making his mood any better. "You! Do you have any idea who I am?! I'm the best back alley brawler in Vale! Leader of the Blue Bats! Denim Wing! And no one! No one! Does this to my gang!"

During the newly named Wing's little speech the stranger just nodded along with a bored expression he had heard all this before. Until Wing finished and reached into his jacket and pulled out the hilt of a katana.

As Wing slowly drew his blade the stranger whistled, "Finally getting serious eh?"

Wing just slowly walked towards him, "Keep talking see where it gets you."

"Oh really? Heh I doubt you even know how to swing that thing where'd you get it? A pawn shop?" the stranger arrogantly mocked then sighed. "If you think that letter opener will amount to much then you're definitely batty. Well if you insist I might as well get serious too".

He reached over his shoulder with his right arm going to grab something…but there was nothing there. He frowned his brows in confusion then made the grabbing motion with his hands again still nothing. He lost his smirk then started rapidly patting his back "What?! Where? Where is it?!"

He started looking around the plaza anxiously until his eyes locked on his case…. on the other side of the plaza.

"Oooh," he then slowly turned his head round to see his towering opponent standing right in front of him glaring down at him, he barely came up to his chin, and chuckled nervously the put his hands together as if he was praying "Hey would you mind if I got something from my case?"

Wing grit his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword "You beat up my gang, mocked my weapon, joked about our name and talked smack about my skills. After all, that you think I'd just let you go and get a weapon?!"

"…Yes…?"

"Wrong answer!"

Wing swung his sword at the stranger's head but he just jumped back several steps. Wing then ran up and kept swinging his sword while the stranger kept stepping, ducking and jumping out of the way. Between dodged he was able to get out "Oy! Careful with that. Thing. Someone one could get. Hurt!"

"That's the idea!" came the reply as the stranger ducked under his swing and ran behind him.

He spun around and gave another swing but this time the stranger jumped, higher then the normal person and pulled of a flip before landing in crouch. Wing meanwhile lost his balance from his missed swing and tripped up several steps before regaining his balance and turned and glared at the stranger who dashed over to his case and crouched down beside it and unfastened the latches.

While his foe's focus was on his case Wing ran up to him while his back was turned and raised his sword over his head, "Take this you bastard!"

He brought his sword down but it was blocked accompanied by the sound of metal striking metal. Wing glared down at crouching stranger who smirked as he held the blade that blocked the his own. Said weapon being a strange looking sword with a long red coloured blade with a silver lining around edge on top of an odd designed hilt which looked like it was several components put together. On the red of the blade where slightly darker red markings which resembled the stylised M on the stranger's jacket.

"Told you I was gonna get serious," the stranger pushed Wing away then took a swing at him only for Wing to block it reversing their roles. The stranger then started pushing against Wing again forcing back a few steps.

Wing then pushed his foe away and swung again but the stranger's blade met his head on. Their blades kept clashing again and again but Wing was quickly forced on the defensive against the stranger's wild and energetic strikes which only seemed to get stronger. Wing tried desperately to find an opening but he couldn't see one through the stranger's wild style. That was until the stranger pulled his sword behind him for a wide swing. He took it and swung his blade horizontally catching the stranger's left cheek. The stranger's head was pulled by the force of the sword making him turn his face away from Denim showing only cut left cheek.

Wing wore a satisfied smirk at the sight of a drop of blood slowly running down the stranger's face, "How's that you son of a…"

He stopped in shock at the sight of stranger's wound glow red before vanishing with its only trace being the blood that had already escaped from it. The stranger turned to face Wing's awestruck expression with a small smirk. He then reached up with his left hand to his formally cut cheek then wiped away the blood with his thumb.

He looked down at the red stain on his digit and his smirk grew with a single chuckle. He then looked back the gang leader who was slowly realizing how one guy managed to take down all five of his boys without breaking a sweat.

"Heh heh well that was a surprise you're not bad," He pointed at Wing with his sword before he sighed and let his sword arm drop and hang at his side. "But I think its high time we brought this fight to its climax!"

Suddenly the fiery aura burst forth once more from the stranger as he got in to his signature sword position. Wing was forced to cover his eyes and step back from surprise of the fire like light that that illuminated the plaza before he looked at his foe caught off guard by his glowing eyes and the demon like appearance the aura gave him. Then aura suddenly dispersed and the blade of the stranger's sword began to glow the same shade of red as if it absorbed it.

Snapping out of his stupor before he drew his sword back and tried to get one last desperate attack only for the stranger to vanish before the blade made contact. Wing stared down at the ground where his opponent has been standing his fears confirmed, "No... No! No! No!"

"Boss what happened? Where'd that bastard go?" asked the only other conscience Blue Bat from his spot on the ground.

"…Idiots…you idiots!" the proud leader of the Blue Bats whispered then yelled. He then spun round and looked up at the sky. His face that of a man who just realized he was the equivalent of a mouse who just bit down on the tail of a tiger "You picked a fight with a Huntsman!"

High above the ground moving in seemingly slow motion his eyes and sword glowing bright red in contrast to the rest of him that was darkened by the light of the Full Moon. As he gazed down at Wing he noticed the moonlight reflecting off something on his cheek, sweat. The Stranger smirked as he began his finisher.

"Hissatsu," he spun his body around once, twice three times. "Ore wa Hissatsu waza!"

As he landed he slashed his sword across Wing's chest as he landed in a crouching on the ground. Strangely enough while it didn't cut through Wing or his clothes there was a glowing line across his chest where the blade had made contact which then exploded as he finished his statement, "Part 1 Fall!"

The blast sent Wing flying back before he landed on his back he then tried to sit up but collapsed unconscious for his trouble. Meanwhile the stranger stood up hefted his sword against his shoulder and placed his left hand on his hip he then looked at the last conscious bat who gasped then passed out from fear.

(Song end)

"Heh," the stranger then walked over to his guitar/sword case then picked it up with a raised brow. "Maybe Hanakuso Onna has a point about me carrying my sword around in this thing."

He then looked around at the groaning fallen thugs that littered the plaza and gave a chuckle, his mood greatly improved. He then turned and walked down a nearby alley leading to lights of the main street. His sword over his shoulder and his bag held at his side with a stratified smile on his face.

He felt better then had had earlier and why not. He had helped some folks out, taught some punks a lesson and the fact he'd got a decent fight out of it didn't hurt. However the joy from the brawl didn't last long as his gaze rose and landed on the silver sphere high above.

He tore his eyes away with a growl then continued on his way, "Those jerks better have left me some coffee."

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