"So I ask you: when the first shots are fired, who do you think you can trust?"
A man was sitting outside, leaning against a building. The slight wind rustled his slightly spiked green hair. Standing up quickly, he straightened his red jacket and dusted off his black shirt. He connected the dots, realizing that the woman in the red dress on top of the building was the same woman speaking all over Vale. He quickly weighed his options: either fight this woman head on and possibly lose, or call for backup. As he fumbled with his scroll trying to call back up, the woman began to leave. He gave chase, yelling "Get back here!" The woman turned around, smiling. "You're like a lamb to a slaughter. What do you think you could do against me?"
Bracing himself, Sonatro drew his weapon, Wrymslayer, a serrated katana. As he sunk into a defensive stance, the woman created shards out of dust, sending them flying at him. Slicing them with his sword, he smirked, making sure to show his opponent that he was confident, but not arrogant. "Sorry Princess, I'm not going down to a little dust."
The woman smiled. "I suppose I have a little bit of time to toy with you." She formed her blades from what looked like crystal, and charged at Sonatro. Predicting exactly where his opponent would strike, he moved his weapon to block, and attacked with a lengthwise cut, followed by a dust powered ice slash. She simply smiled at him. "You'll be one I remember for sure. Goodbye for now." As she ran away, the flat side of a shard hit Sonatro in the head, knocking him unconscious.
When he finally came to, the skies were blackened by the Grimm. Mentally cursing himself for getting knock out so easy, Sonatro immediately made way towards the city square, to help any civilians in danger. Drawing his weapon, Wyrmslayer, he dove at a King Taigitu, stabbing it through its eye and killing it. As it slumped to the ground, the green haired Hunter quickly changed his weapon to its long barrel magnum form, shooting Griffons out of the sky. He was an incredible shot, not a single bullet failing to hit its target.
Then he saw something strange. There's was a splotch of color in the otherwise dark sky. Someone was in the air, floating down on an... Parasol? Choosing not to question, Sonatro activated his semblance, causing the hair on his head and neck to grow into a thick mane. His hands grew sharp claws and tough pads. Sprinting towards the falling person in his lion form, he jumped from a bus stop to the roof of a nearby building, leaping and catching the colorful person on his back.
As his escort got off of his back, he transformed back to take a look at the woman. Pink and black hair with a strange outfit, reminding him of ice cream.
"Are you alright, miss?" When she didn't reply, Sonatro was momentarily confused, then took out his Scroll, handing it to the woman. She typed, "Yes, I'm fine thanks to you."
"Good. Now... We should get the hell out of here. Are you okay to fight?" The woman nodded.
The two dropped from the rooftop to the city streets, and made way for a road out of town. A large pack of Ursas surrounded the colorful duo. Drawing Wrymslayer, Sonatro made a vertical cut, slicing a Grimm clean in half. He moved in circle, killing the Grimm in what seemed like one continuous motion. They made it outside of the city, and collapsed in a clearing, resting momentarily.
"We need to keep moving. Hold on." Transforming back to his lion form, he urged the woman onto his back before taking off, running with no destination in mind. All he knew is that he needed to get as far away from Beacon as possible.
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A/N Note: Many apologies for any grammer mistakes. I'm used to writing something, then going back and looking it over with an editor to fix said mistakes. Otherwise, thanks for reading.