RWBY: A Blast from the Oblast
[OC Centered]
He wakes up. Groggy. Tired. A dull pain throbbing in the back of his head, almost as if he'd had one too many drinks last night. All around him lay the strewn out life filled forest. The smell of nature filled his nostrils. A weight on his back staggered him as he stood up. It wasn't heavy, but it was off putting to his balance. Reaching behind him, he produced a long wooden object with equal bits of metal or steel mixed in. He couldn't remember what it was. It was coming to him though and surprisingly he knew how to operate the mechanism near the back which caused a small object to eject from the chamber. He remarkably caught it mid flight over his shoulder, the smaller object had a point though not a sharp point but a point none the less. A... bullet.. he remembered its name.. a bullet and a rifle... the rifle could hold five bullets at a time.
He put the bullet back in its spot atop another one just like it. He scrounged through the pockets on... a jacket? Yes a jacket that he wore, in total he had another thirty or so of these bullets. A small scraping against his leg caused him to notice a sharp piece of metal hanging from the side of his jacket. It looked much sharper then the bullet did and he almost feared touching the tip itself. He unclipped it from its spot on his jacket. The long metal was thin with its fearful point at the end. He could barely fit the whole thing it two hands. Luckily it wasn't sharp enough to cut him unless force was applied. Looking from the metal to his rifle he noticed a small attachment where the metal must fit on. After fiddling with the two for a moment, the clicked together resoundingly to behold a terrifying new extension. A Bayonet.. was it? Sharp enough to pierce a mans heart.. thin enough to go between ribs.. but where did he know that from?
He took hold of the rifle as if he'd done it a thousand times before, almost autonomously. He looked down the length of it where a neatly placed marker resided. It was round and lined up perfectly with the end of the gun. How he knew all this, shocked even him. He continued to ponder over the use of the thing in his possession until a rustle from the bushes nearby caused his autonomy to kick in once again.
He aimed the rifle with deadly intent towards the bush, unaware even of his own threatening stance.
He barely had enough time to register that he had yelled in inquiry.
"кто там!?" He yelled. The words flowed out his throat. He was definitely well versed in this form of communication. The feeling didn't feel foreign at all to him. The bushes rustled once more before a black figure slinked out from within the bush. It noticed him right away and stood up on its hind legs. A Wolf... was it? He did not know.. it seemed too foreign.. and definitely a lot larger then the blurry image he had in his head. The wolf gave a loud howl before dropping to all fours again as it began its encirclement. In the time it took the beast to return to its animal stance two more had come out from behind it and gone the opposite way. They were trying to flank him. The thought of the tactic shot a series of memories in his head but they were gone in a flash before he could grip onto them.
One of the wolves darted forward, clearly noticing his lack of focus thinking to end its dinner quickly and claim the prize. His reflexes kicked in, causing his now prevalent battle autonomy to kick in. Using the bayonet on the end of his rifle he cut the back part of the beasts legs as it lunged at him. Causing it to slide onto the ground where he once stood. A quick movement of the rifle and a loud crack followed by a sharp whine signaled the end of the beast. He was awe-struck himself. How had he done that so quickly. A sharp pain drew him back to the world around him as claws from the second wolf scrapped his back deeply. He stumbled forward, his vision a blur from the sudden pain. He had been drained already and this did no favours. He shakily brought the rifle to bear and popped the beast in the left side of its skull. It made not a sound except for a thump as its body hit the soft forest floor. His vision blurred worse now, the beast had dug its claws in deep causing him to bleed as bad as cutting his throat would have.
This was it, he thought, eaten by wolves and I don't know who I am anymore. In a futile attempt to prolong his already diminishing existence, he took hold of his rifle one more and cracked a shot at the final beast. As he pulled the trigger two gun shots rang out. One from his, which subsequently missed its target; and one from a high caliber rifle scythe which was held about fifty yards away held up by a young teenage girl in a red hood. Next to her stood a white haired girl around the same age group with what appeared to be a blade of the same thinness of his bayonet. The wolfs head exploded into gore as its body smacked the ground dully.
He dropped his rifle to his side and attempted to catch a glimpse at those who attempted to save him. Satisfied. He collapsed to his side with only his hearing intact. "Weiss! Quickly! We have to help him! Oh gosh he's bleeding a lot! Did one of the wolves get him?!" A young voice said.
"Quiet! We don't have time to talk! We need to get him back to beacon! Go get Yang and Blake. Tell them its urgent." the one he ruled out as Weiss replied to the red hooded girl who dashed off with blinding speed.
Weiss looked back at him after keeping her gaze on the red hoods last position "Come one! Hang in there. Helps on its way."
All he could stammer out was a small "Спасибо,"
"Spazi-what?" Weiss replied with a very quizzical look.
Everything went black.
Definitions to help you understand.
кто там: Russian for Who's there; pronounced how it looks.
Oblast: an administrative division or region in Russia and the former Soviet Union, and in some of its former constituent republics.
Спасибо: Russian for thank you; pronounced Spasibo