Well here we are, my first fan fiction since making an account oh so long ago. I'm going to jump the gun a bit and apologize now for the bad action sequence, I've never written a fight scene before, and hopefully I'll gain some experience as I work on this project.
Disclaimer: God Eater and RWBY are property of Namco Bandai Entertainment and Rooster Teeth respectively, and their is no intent of copyright infringement in this work of fan fiction.
A young man stared into the sky, jet black and crackling with lightning, thunder roaring. The deafening sound of beasts roaring and earth shattering could be heard all around him. An aberrant mass filled the sky; from it fell dark red rain. The youth lifted towards him a large scythe, took aim at one of the white, ogre like beasts charging towards him, and swung the black blade forward. The golden edge of the scythe cut deep into the beast's body, nearly cleaving it in two. The young man's steely blue eyes gazed with a frigid intensity as the beast dissipated into the air.
"How did this happen?" was his first thought, as he prepared himself for the second white beasts massive tail, "I thought that we had prevented the Devouring Apocalypse." was his second thought as his scythe's elegant twirl cut the monster to the ground, "Stupid ogretails, always have been the bottom of the Aragami food chai-" his scathing remark was cut short though.
A sudden lightness swept through the boy's left side as he instinctively jumped in the opposite direction. He looked at his left arm, now a bloodied stump, and then saw a red furred lupine beast with a flaming maw, and green armored gauntlets around its forelegs. He attempted to let out a pained scream, but found himself too shocked at his blunder to even let out a small peep. The earth around the two shattered and caved in, and they themselves were on unsteady footing. Finally, as he landed a desperate blow to the wolf's right eye with his scythe, the earth underfoot gave way, and both fell. It felt like an eternity, but as he fell, the young man grew cold, and grew unconscious.
Cold, he felt cold, and wanted to stay asleep, but a sudden swift hit to his head jolted the young man awake.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I rouse you? My apologies, I'll be more careful as I walk!" Sarcastically said a sharply dressed man with orange hair, black bowler hat, and cane, as he thwacked the still dazed youth on the head a second time, "Brats should stay off the streets at night, and don't you know who roams them?" The man scolded mockingly, apparently not understanding the severity of assaulting a Fenrir officer.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll be more careful next time." said the black haired youth, his steely eyes fixated not on the man's eyes but his cane, "There's something off about that walking stick…" he thought to himself, looking at the red cap at the bottom of the cane.
"Yes, well see to that, kid." the man said snidely as he gestured towards a gang of men in matching black suits to follow him.
"That lot really can't be good news." the young man said under his breath before giving a panicked look to his left arm, which to his great shock was still there. He continued his dazed scanning of his environment all the while keeping his attention on the men slowly scrawling past him. "My comrades aren't here… of course, I couldn't find them during the Devouring Apocalypse, naturally they wouldn't be here." Next he gave a quick glance to his right arm, "Good, my armlet is still intact, but really, how is my left arm back… no not now, those goons take priority." He swept himself off of his feet, and looked around once more, and gave a sigh of relief, "Ah, my god arc, good!" he lifted the scythe up, and slowly followed after the group of men.
Some people gave odd looks to the young man, and he heard some murmur about him being "an Atlesian Special Forces member." Perhaps it was his militaristic Blood Special Forces uniform, black and navy jacket and pants, with gold trim and a Fenrir emblem. But what was the Atlesian Special Forces? What was Atlas? So many questions, so little time. Another question running through the black haired youth's mind was how this city was so lively. No, it wasn't just lively, it was thriving, but before he could mull it over any further, he saw the men in black suits enter a shop called From Dust Till Dawn.
"So, a robbery? I knew something was up." The young man thought to himself, before looking to his scythe, which he had called a god arc, "I can't use this, the blade might kill them, and I don't want that." He glanced to the thick barrel of his god arc, "Oracle bullets might work, and seeing as getting shot by Canon never killed anybody but what about aragami infect-"
A loud crash interrupted his analysis of the situation, and the young man's gaze went to the store window where a man had just been knocked out of, a red blur following suit, becoming visible as it landed. What had knocked the man out of the window was a young girl, in a black outfit with red highlights, matching her hair. One of the first things that the young man noticed was her silver eyes, and the large scythe she wielded. For a second he wondered if she was a new God Eater, but quickly shook the notion from his head.
"What are you all waiting for, get her!" a familiar voice rang out from the shop door. It was that white suit asshole from earlier.
The young girls movements were swift, and it and flowed well, wherever she had trained, surely even a medium sized aragami would have been an easy target for her. Rose petals scattered around as she knocked the men away, twirling and whirling her scythe. The young man with steely eyes switched his god arc's form, revealing a rather large shotgun, at the cost of the loud switching mechanism gaining attention of the thugs.
"Lovely, get him, too" the man with a cane ordered, and a few thugs rushed the young man.
The steely eyed youth aimed, put his finger to the trigger, muttered "My apologies." under his breath, and pulled the trigger, unleashing a fiery scatter shot that separated his assailants, and incapacitated two of them. He then used his gun as a club when the remaining thug got in too close to safely shoot at them. The youth swung hard, but felt the strain of using his weapon in an unorthodox way; he knew he would never use this idea again. It was far to rough a technique, and strained his muscles in unnecessary places.
"Why did hire you idiots again?" the sharply dressed man asked, before running off towards a nearby building.
The silver eyed girl looked to the running criminal, to her fellow scythe wielder, and finally to the shopkeeper, before asking, "You okay if I go after him?" with the following nod she was off in a red blur again. The young man thought that for a split second he could see the young girl motion to follow her.
Deciding to follow her, the young man followed to the roof of a building, a little too late, as a red crystal was flung with a shout, "End of the line Red!" and a shot rang out from the end of his cane, causing the crystal to violently erupt in an intense explosion.
"I knew something was up with that cane!" the young man blurted out as he rushed to unlock his shield mechanism of his god arc before the blast could reach either the girl or him. Thankfully, a new face interfered, a tall women, easily over six feet, and with impeccable posture, brandishing a riding crop. From her odd choice of weapon a purple glyph covered both the young man and girl. And for some reason, the thrill on the young girls face worried the young man.
"You're a huntress! Can I have your autograph!?" The young girl asked, the sheer excitement easy to hear in her voice.
