Chapter 1 – Round One
We skidded through the growing crowds of people before practically turning myself into a battering a ram just so we could get to our seats, after finally parking our asses where we should be I whispered to Ice.
"Here we go... Volume 3 be ready for the tears." I patted his shoulder and sat back ready to watch the first match RWBY and ARBNI had seen this fight a thousand times before so watching it again barely amused me. Crossing my legs and resting my head against my knuckles I felt as though I should be sat on a throne...
"This is not my realm... I will receive no such luxuries here..." I reminded myself my eyes skimming across the fight, Reese slipping and falling on her ass, Yang struggling against the leader whose name escapes me.
"Isn't she like the lion from the Narnia books?" A little black fox chuckled as it came from under my chair and laying at my feet, it looked up at me with dark magenta eyes.
"Ah yes Arslan thank you Equinox." I sighed at last one of my shards has returned with news.
"Sabre and Curse are hiding within the White fang, Lore and Hatchet are in charge of breaking Roman out... Crook is in the Emerald Forest waiting for the best moment to strike." The fox chirped.
I sat there thinking for a couple of minutes trying to think of a way out of this mess...
"Return to the others and await my return I will deal with the runaways myself." I growled the fox only nodded before disappearing from sight. I looked back up at the fight then among the crowd I spotted a shadow in on of the entrances watching the fight too, however they disappeared as soon as I blinked.
"Silver, you're spacing out, is everything alright?" Neo signed to me I nodded.
"Yeah I just thought I saw something." I signed back as it was way too loud now that RWBY had won for me to even hear my own thoughts.
After the battle I headed straight to the forge, Krim wasn't around as his son's match was on and he promised his kid he'd be there so I just had to remember to lock up the shop once I've left. I looked over a couple of pieces of armour I had made for our fight. A Griffin style mask for my right shoulder and another knee guard in the style of the Grimm Dragon. After fitting them I sat on an anvil and began to think about what kind of team we'll be fighting.
"Hey Silver, mind if Naniele and I use the demo area out back to train her second semblance?" Ice called derailing my train of thought.
"Yeah sure." I said walking over to where my weapons laid Nevan's black and blue surface shone in the light coming from the forge, my sword's blade like liquid metal its cruel edge never knowing the meaning of mercy, my claws long, sharp and filled with rage and bloodlust.
"OH SHIT!" I heard Ice yell I turned on my heels and ran out the door seeing the side of the forge on fire.
"ICE WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screamed grabbing a bucket of water and throwing it quenching the hungry blaze.
"I swear I didn't do this..." He whimpered as I turned to him I just went back into the forge and grabbed a spare bucket of water to throw over him.
"If anything like that happens again... I will personally replace the forge with you." I hissed slamming the back door shut and slumping down on my anvil with a sigh.
"I need to focus, finding Sabre and Curse shouldn't be too hard to find after all even when masked the two stick out like a sore thumb. I'll have to wait to get at Lore and Hatchet." I muttered to myself as I grabbed some normal steel I just needed a dagger no need for it to be Damascus steel.
After bringing the material to heat I took it to the power hammer to flatten out the blade, cutting off the access I forge the tip and move onto heat treating and grinding. I carved in a few Nordic runes before making a wooden hilt and a pommel in the shape of a dragon's head.
I quickly made a sheath for it and tied it to my belt along with a hook and chain that I was carrying around, closest thing I have to a grappling hook not to mention the razor sharp edge that can cut through almost anything. No idea why I started carrying it around but I have a feeling it has something to do with Reaper.
We headed back to the festival looking for something to do when I bumped into something alike to a brick wall. Stepping back I looked up at the stranger wearing thick heavy armour they turned to look at me I then saw four others dressed similarly to the first one.
"Who the hell are you guys?" I snapped clenching my fists but even I knew this would be a horrible idea.
"We're team ACID." One of the other three spoke up I bared my teeth.
"Silver..." Ice warned I ignored the warning.
"Like that's supposed to mean anything to me... You mustn't have heard the warning from Ozpin." I felt a heavy hit to the chest, like a freight train, I flew through the air before carving a path into the dirt and stones of the ground.
Laying in the dirt, bruised, bleeding with a few broken bones I sat up feeling it all heal I looked over I flew about 20 feet...