Here's my second story. I do not own Summoners war or RWBY.

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"Looks like that's the last of them," Blake said. The team was on a basic hunting mission, their only objective to kill any and all Grimm in Forever Fall. "About time" Yang grumbled. They'd been at it for hours, and had just finished yet another group of Ursa. Everyone took a breather, until Ruby said what had been on all of their minds: "So, has anybody else noticed a distinct lack of Beowulf?"

Beowulf were the bread and butter of grim, the most common to appear and the most numerous when they did. Yet they had only seen one, and it was headed deeper into the forest, never even sparing the huntresses-in-training a glance.

"Yes, it is definitely worth investigating" Weiss comments.

Yang poked her side and asked, "You're just hoping for extra credit, aren't you?"

Weiss simply lets out a "humph!" and turns to head deeper into the forest.

Ruby gives Yang a confused look and asks "Why would you even ask that? This is Weiss we're talking about; of COURSE she's just hoping for extra credit!"

Weiss stops and splutters out a few attempts at defending herself before simply setting into a fast walk towards the tree line. The team follows her into the trees, glancing around uneasily. Despite their earlier banter, they had, in fact, noticed the absence of any Beowulf, and they were unnerved by it. After a few minutes, they start to hear the sounds of battle, and run in that direction. As the sounds get louder, they begin to notice something strange.

The sounds of the battle don't include gunshots or human battle cries. They slow down, trying to figure out what the Grimm could be fighting. Any hunter would be augmenting their fighting with gunfire, and an untrained human would be shouting or screaming at the Grimm while they fought. With a fight with humans more or less eliminated as a possibility, the next option was a fight with the local animals. Thing is, no territorial dispute between the Grimm and local animals could have possibly lasted from when they first noticed the sounds to now, and the fighting was definitely still going strong. So what was it? They finally reach the scene and freeze.

They had no idea what it was.

The Beowulf were fighting some sort of animal, but it wasn't something any of them recognized. It appeared to be a dog, about three feet from the ground to the top of its back, with sleek yellow fur and giant fangs. And spikes. Three large spikes between its front shoulder blades, each about a foot long. The pile of rapidly disintegrating corpses attested to this new creature's combat prowess, but the numerous cuts and slashes along its body were evidence of its exhaustion. At that moment, one of the Beowulf surprised the creature and catapulted it into a tree. At the moment of impact, two glowing symbols appeared, and the creature was suddenly ripping the Grimm's throat out, without seeming to have moved from the tree.

What the heck was going on here?

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What the heck was going on here?

It had been a typical day at the island, and Gamir, an awoken wind attribute hellhound, had been getting ready to set out on a typical mission. There had been the typical banter between Gamir and the rest of his squad, and they had set out through the teleport gate with typical timing, exactly 15 seconds behind schedule.

Gamir hadn't landed in a typical dungeon.

In fact, he hadn't landed in any dungeon. He'd landed in a forest, apparently in mid-fall despite the fact that he remembered it being summer. He decided to look around and figure out where he was, at which point he'd seen the werewolves. They were obviously dark attribute, but something was off. They had these odd plates of armor covering parts of their bodies. Gamir dismissed this oddity with the thought: 'Eh, probably just a new craze, like when the Inugami just HAD to grow lion-like manes.'

They'd attacked, but they obviously hadn't been around very long. They were 3 stars level 5, level 10 tops. He, on the other hand, was a 5 star level 33. When they died, however, he noticed that instead of simply disappearing, they started rapidly disintegrating. After a quick thought about how odd that was, he did a mental shrug and continued exploring. It didn't take long for another group to appear and attack him. 'I really hope that this doesn't keep happening every 30 feet, or it's going to get REALLY irritating.'

Unfortunately, it was more like every 20 feet, and they kept getting stronger. Within minutes he was tired, sore and covered in cuts. That's when he noticed yet another oddity.

He wasn't healing.

Normally, his "vampire" rune set would cause any damage he does to heal him, but it didn't seem to be activating for some reason. Combined with his "nemesis" rune set and "enrage" passive ability, the "vampire" rune set would normally make him nigh unstoppable. The "nemesis" runes made it so that the more he was hurt, the faster he became. His "enrage" ability made it so that the lower his health was, the more damage he did. And the "vampire" runes made it so that damaging enemies healed his wounds. This created a brutal cycle that not many enemies could overcome.

Of course, the entire thing relied on the healing provided by the "vampire" runes in order to become stable. With those seemingly out of commission, he would have to be much more careful.

This train of thought distracted him just long enough for one of the werewolves to toss him into a tree. He felt his nemesis runes activate, and appeared right in front of the thing, ripping its throat out. He spun to face his next target, and froze. He saw a human in the trees. Humans were summoners, summoners meant reinforcements, and reinforcements meant an end to this crazy nightmare.

That's when he noticed that the human – apparently female – was trying to hide. His heart dropped, because that meant that they hadn't brought a strong enough team, and their entire team had died. No reinforcements for him. 'Well,' he thought, turning to face the pack of werewolves, 'might as well save them. Then maybe they'll take me back to their island and I can use their teleport gate to get back home.' That's when he heard a loud bang, and one of the werewolves' heads exploded.

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Ruby was never good at hiding, she was too energetic. While the rest of the team discreetly peeked around trees to watch the scene unfold, Ruby just crouched behind a bush, only hiding up to her shoulders. While she watched this new creature, her legs were in constant motion, repeatedly shifting her weight from one foot to the other, then back again. When the creature turned and looked at her, she swore she saw hope enter and leave its eyes before it took a position obviously meant to defend her. That's when she decided to save it, and whipped out Crescent Rose. After waiting a mere moment for it to finish extending into its sniper form, she fired and blew off the head of one of the Grimm. She noticed the surprise that registered on the rest of her team's faces, but she was too busy chambering another round to care.

She spun the rifle to point behind her while triggering its transformation into its scythe form. Once unfolded, it was bigger than she was, but she wielded it with ease as she fine tuned the aim of the sniper rifle, still usable in this form. She pulled the trigger and fired into the bushes behind her, using the recoil to fling herself forward through the air. Upon landing, she became a spinning maelstrom of death.

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When he saw the human that he had been planning on defending fly over his head and slaughter the horde of werewolves, Gamir was surprised. After a few moments, however, he realized that he shouldn't have been. There were plenty of creatures that looked so completely human that they were impossible to tell from the real deal until they started to fight. He began to study her, in an attempt to figure out what kind of creature she was.

Her red cloak, scythe, and hair tips suggested that she was a fire attribute. Judging by how quickly she had killed the werewolves, she was definitely an attack type with a particular focus on speed. Judging by how fast she was, and how much damage she did, Gamir guessed that she was a 6 star level 30, absolute minimum.

And did he mention that she was FAST? She could probably give his cousin, Tarq, a run for his money. That guy had only ever lost one race, and that was when he accepted the challenge with three broken legs, a sprained ankle, and a kink in his neck. Even then it was a close race.

After chuckling at that memory, he brought his full attention back to the present to discover that the humanoid scythe-wielder had been joined by three other humanoids, although he couldn't tell if any of them were summoners, or if they were all creatures.

Taking a look at them, he took in as much about them as he could. First was the scythe wielder, who was noticeably shorter than the rest of them. Next up was a female sword user that seemed to be able to summon strange symbols to help her. Her white hair and clothing suggested to him that she was a light attribute. Maybe a magic knight? He'd only ever seen a water attribute one, and she'd given off the same "don't mess with me" aura. He shuddered at the memory of the time he'd gone ahead and messed with her. Moving on, he looked at the next one. A female sword user, who had a bladed sheath… definitely not ringing any bells. The black hair and clothing made him think she was a dark attribute. Finally, looking at the last one, he discovered that she was yet another female. Assuming that none of them was the summoner, then their summoner was probably one of those creeps that enjoy looking at their creatures more than using them in battle. Anyway, this last one had yellow hair and clothing, so she was probably a wind attribute. He couldn't see any weapons on her. A martial artist maybe? He'd been under the impression that they were guys, but he never paid that much attention to them. Come to think of it, she couldn't be one of them. There was no possible way that he could miss them having a chest that big. So that left him clueless on what yet another of them was. He got ready to ask them if he could hitch a ride back to their island, when he noticed that they were talking.

He had no Idea what language they were speaking.