[Cliffside Forest]
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Snowflakes fall and scatter in the distance. A closer snowflake covers the screen to only reveal:
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The text slowly disappear into the background. There were trees, covered with snow. It's leaves rustling a little as the wind blows. Dark shadow-like beings could be seen darting through the forest. Soon, the view had switched into a clearing at the centre of the forest.
A figure could be seen in a distance, the full but disfigured moon above him shining brightly. The figure could be seen with a blue scarf, dangling in the wind around his neck.
The blue scarf wanderer was drawing a circle in the dirt with a stick before tossing it. He stood steadily, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any sudden movement.
He pulled out his sword from it's sheath that hooked by his left hip. He readied his sword with his right hand, using his left to steady his sword. His eyes continued to observe his surrounding.
Suddenly, a dark blur dashed from the forest, striking the mysterious wanderer. However, as soon as the blur entered his circle, the wanderer stepped aside to the right in slow-motion and brought down his sword to it's neck, slicing it's head off.
It's disembodied body oozing blood-red smoke, lying dead on the ground. His head could be seen, a Beowolf with it's menacing red eyes.
Another Beowolf jumped out from the line of trees, pouncing on the wanderer. The wanderer only responded by stepping to the left and slicing it's head off in one swift motion.
More Beowolves appeared in sight and attacked the blue wanderer. The blue wanderer continued to dodge the attacks, his eyes tracing their every movement. Each hit was meant kill the Beowolves as all of them had dropped dead on the ground as they entered his circle.
Beowolves started emerging from the woods behind him as well, they charged at him relentlessly. His eyes darted to the side, noticing the Beowolves quick approach. He spun around in quick succession and dismember the Beowolf.
Another Beowolf came at him faster than before from the back, the blue figure stepped to the side and thrust his blade to the back of him, driving the blade into the Beowolves opening jaw.
More hordes of Beowolves arrived, landing in his circle. The sword user moved quicker than ever and simultaneously spin back and forth, slicing at every beowolf that entered. He made sure every step he took didn't misspent his energy.
Soon, the numbers of beowolves reduced to zero, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He looked around to see the red smoke slowly fading into nothing. He sheathed his sword, thinking the battle had ended.
He took out a metal grip from the deep pockets of his jacket, only to pull it open to reveal an interface, a tablet of sorts, a scroll. The interface showed a timer, counting from zero, it's number were 2:30.57 and still counting. He stopped the timer, and closed the scroll, sliding it back into the pockets of his jacket.
He sighed and was proceeding to walk out of the circle. The ground trembled loudly, birds were flying out of the forest behind him in a hurry.
The blue sword user quickly unsheathed his sword and spun behind, only to be met with a black blur knocking him into a tree. His sword flew from his grasp, landing in the ground, out of reach. The tree snapped in half, falling to the ground behind.
His face bruised and injured, his eyes wincing in pain. He looked forward, towards his enemy. A Beringel stood tall, with it's bulky arms by it's side. It's red eyes glows in the dark, lighting up the snow in the clearing.
The blue wanderer was shocked and scared, not believing his eyes. The Beringel made the first move and charged towards the wanderer.
The wanderer reacted quick and jumped out of the way as the Beringel smashed it's fist into the stump of the tree, utterly destroying it.
The sword user quickly stepped away from it's reach. He shook his head to get his bearings and looked around the area.
He saw his sword, plunged into ground in a distance. He made a run for it, the Beringel noticed and chased him.
As the blue swordsmen reached his sword, he tried pulling out his sword but to no avail. The Beringel had caught up with him and swing it's arm backwards, ready to strike.
The blue fighter saw the Beringel's fist raised in the air and knew he did not had time to dodge so he threw his arms in front of him, hoping to block the upcoming onslaught.
The Beringel's fist made contact with the wanderer's arms, fracturing his bones. He screamed a little in agony, before getting launched a few metres away.
He kept rolling before coming to a stop. He was gasping for air, his body too weak to move. He glanced up and stared at the Beringel, fear in his eyes. His face was covered with blood, flowing down his face.
He looked down defeated and battered, his hands on the ground, before his eyes focused on the Beringel once again, more determined than ever. He pushed himself off the ground and stared at Beringel, gritting his teeth.
The chorus of a song plays loudly, flaring up the moment he dashed at the Beringel.
Song plays off screen: On a battlefield with warriors
The Beringel reeled it's arm back and smashed at the wanderer. The fighter jumped and dodged the blow, jumping onto it's arm in slow-motion. He was now closer to the Beringel's face, he punched it's face with his left fist, a burst of electricity followed.
Song plays off screen: I'm the only non-fighter
The Beringel was unfazed by the blow and lifted it's left arm, trying to topple the fighter. He simply countered by jumping off.
Songs plays off-screen: No matter how many times I tried, I can never win
The Beringel swing his arm at him, hoping to strike him. The sword user was aware and shifted his weight by performing a back flip, the arm barely missed him.
Songs play off-screen: But I am not a quitter
The wanderer shifted his weight again and landed on it's arm, he uses it to propelled himself into the air above the Beringel. He swings his body and used the momentum to strike the Beringel's head, a wave of fire appears upon contact.
Songs plays off-screen: I am a challenger
The Beringel's body was lowered and a crack could be seen across it's head. The wanderer jumped off the Beringel and landed in front of it.
He started moving his body left to right, increasing speed with each passing second. As soon as he caught up in speed, he smashed his fist directly at the Beringel's face, breaking it's skull plate. He kept punching back and forth quicker and quicker before landing an uppercut.
The Beringel's head flew upwards upon impact, the Beringel couldn't return the punches. The wanderer took this chance and pulled out the nearby sword, buried in the ground.
Songs plays off-screen: No matter how many times I've tried, I will always win
As the sword was removed, he used all his might and swung the sword at the Beringel, removing it's head clean off it's shoulder.
The song ended as the head of the Beringel fell on the ground. The wanderer sheathed his sword, panting loudly.
He looked exhausted, his calm posture all gone. Soon, a song could be heard from his pocket. He took out his scroll and slide his finger across the screen, accepting the call.
Wanderer: Hello?
Unknown female: Where have you been?! I've been searching everywhere for you!
Wanderer: Relax. I'm just out of town at the moment, getting groceries.
Unknown female: You better be! Well, I've gotta get back to training, Toby. See ya!
The call ended with a click, leaving Toby alone again. He slid his scroll back into his pocket and looked at his surrounding.
He sighed.
Toby: I'm so dead when I get back.
Toby walked off, showing the full moon in it's beauty with the words:
RWBY- Back
Darkness soon covered the screen, swallowing the words.