Team FAAM chapter 1: Prologues
Talking
Thinking/Flashbacks/French(You'll know when each is being used, trust me)
Disclaimer: I have no rights to either RWBY or Hetalia, sad as it is.
Prologue: The Duelist
...Somewhere in Vale...
A lone figure walks through a dense forest. While most of his features are covered by a dark blue hood, two basket hilt, fencing sabers can be seen strapped to his hips. The figure reaches into his hood and pulls out a small pocket watch.
"At this rate I am going to be late." The figure said with an odd accent in his voice. "Arthur will never let me hear the end of this si je suis en retard..." The figure said to himself. He sped up slightly in order to arrive at his destination on time. For a time, all was silent. Then the figure stopped when he heard growling. A pack of Beowolves emerged from the tree line, an alpha being visible in the back.
"Of course something like this would happen to me." The figure muttered to himself. "Bonjour, would any of you care to give me directions?" The figure said. The Beowolves responded by roaring and charging at him. "Je suppose que non." The man said as he took off the hood covering his face. It revealed a teenager with shoulder length blonde hair. He unsheathed his sabers and took a stance.
The first Beowolf reached the young man and swung its claws at him. The man elegantly stepped to the side and slashed at the Grimm's forearm with his twin sabers. The Beowolf growled in pain. It swung its other hand at the man who ducked under it. The young man stepped into the Grimm's defense and delivered a multitude of slashes to the Grimm's underbelly. The Beowolf backed up, shocked at the sudden intensity of attacks. Before the man could finish off the beast, the rest of the pack reached him.
Despite the Grimm's best efforts, they could not manage one hit on the man. He ducked and weaved under their blows with ease. He quickly jumped onto a Beowolf's shoulders and cleaved its head clean off its shoulders. He backflipped to avoid another blow and landed on the back on another Grimm. He flipped one of his sabers around and drove it hilt deep into the back of the Beowolf. The monster fell face first into the dirt. Before he could regain his sword, the man was forced to dodge as more Grimm poured in. Even with just one saber, the man made mincemeat of his attackers. He calmly and elegantly dispatched the Grimm one by one. In a few short minutes, the only one left was the alpha.
The young man and alpha regarded each other with calculating eyes. The alpha was much bigger than the other Grimm, and had more armor than them too. He looked at his saber that was stuck in the ground, the Grimm it was attached to having disintegrated long ago. Neither of them moved for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the young man bolted for his second saber. The alpha ran at him to try to prevent the man from regaining his second weapon. The man was faster though. He picked up his second saber and jumped over the alpha. He tried to deliver two slashes to the apha's back, but the bone armor there was was too thick to break through. The man frowned in annoyance.
He landed on the ground and quickly ducked under another clawed strike. The youth delivered two quick slashes to the exposed skin on the alpha's rib armor. He took a step back to dodge a bite. He smashed his blades on the alpha's head, though once again the armor was too thick for his weapons. The youth knew that he couldn't penetrate the armor. He knew the limits of his weapons. His sabers were built for speed and precision, not brute force. Leave brute force to the twins, the youth thought in amusement.
He had a couple ways to work around the armor problem of course, though one way he would rather save as a last resort. His resolve set, the young man picked a spot to attack. He finally chose the armor on the alpha's shoulder blade.
The young man bolted at the alpha. He avoided the monster's blows and started attacking the shoulder armor. Each individual strike didn't do much, but the more he attacked the armor, the more it cracked and split. Avoiding a wild monster's attacks was child's play to the man, so he had ample time to slash at the armor. Finally, the armor gave way and blade met skin and muscle. The alpha shrieked in pain while the youth gave a triumphant smile.
The alpha did something then that the youth did not expect. He did a full body charge that caught the young man by surprise. The man was sent crashing through three trees and landed with a thud on the ground. He got up while coughing.
"That was not a very honorably move." The man said while checking his person for injuries. He paused when he saw mud smeared on the front of his hood. "You seem to have gotten my clothes dirty." The man said while adopting a small glare. "I am going to have to execute you for this." The youth said a his blades started glowing. He brought them over his right shoulder and prepared to attack. The alpha gave one final roar and charged at the man.
"You, sir, have entered my guillotine." The youth said. He then charged at blisteringly fast speeds. In the blink of an eye, he was twenty meters behind the alpha, blades lowered to the ground. The alpha stood stock still for a few seconds. Then, two lines appeared going diagonally down from the shoulder to the hip. The alpha fell into three parts as the young man sheathed his swords. The man winked at the disintegrating corpse before walking off. He pulled out his scroll when he heard it vibrating.
"Hello?" The young man said.
"Francis where the bloody Hell are you?" The person on the other line asked.
"I ran into a little difficulté situation, Arthur. I'll be there soon enough."
"Hurry the Hell up then." The man said before hanging up. Francis sighed as he put his scroll away.
"Ce qu'un trou du cul."
The screen darkens as a square divided into four dark pillars appears. One pillar lights up and reveal Francis winking at the camera, one saber leaning on his shoulder. The letter F appears under him.
Prologue: The Magician
… Somewhere in Vale…
"Why am I not surprised that everyone is bloody late?" A teenager with very prominent eyebrows asked himself. He was currently sitting in a clearing, dense forest all around him.
"I get why Matthew is late. He's the one stuck traveling with Alfred. That boy can't sit still for more than five seconds at a time. The frog's probably coming late just to spite me." The teenager said as got up to stretch. To his right was a claymore and what looked like a plain wooden staff.
"Dear Lord I'm bored. Seeing as how no one else is going to show up anytime soon, I might as well go explore." Arthur said to himself. There wasn't really anything else for him to do. He could play one of those mobile games on his phone, but he wasn't very interested in those. Arthur had no idea how Alfred could play those games for hours on end. The young man picked up his claymore and staff before walking into the wilderness. He strapped the staff and sword to his back so he could keep his hands free.
The bushy browed youth walked aimlessly for a few minutes before coming to the mouth of a cave. Arthur regarded the cave with a critical eye for a few seconds before shrugging.
"Eh, why not?" Arthur said to himself as he entered the mouth of the cave. As Arthur walked down the cave, it became harder and harder to see. Not wanting to strain his eyes, Arthur held his hand out, palm face up. Nothing happened for a second before a small flame came to life in his palm. This flame helped illuminate the path Arthur was going through. As he walked, Arthur absentmindedly hummed to himself in an effort to fill the silence. Eventually, the cave path led into an enormous clearing inside the cave. There must have been stone with special properties there, because they were glowing as if they were being powered by something.
"Aw Bollocks." Arthur said to himself as he looked towards the middle of the cave. A pack of Ursa Majors and Minors was resting there. One raised its head to regard Arthur before roaring the other Grimm awake. Arthur grabbed his claymore as he prepared for the inevitable Grimm attack. The Ursa, having seen Arthur, charged the young man with the intent of ripping him limb from limb. Arthur held his claymore loosely with one hand as he waited for the Grimm to attack.
As the first Grimm raised its claws to rip Arthur to shreds, the young man swung his claymore and severed the Grimm's arm. Before it could even yell out in pain, Arthur cleaved its head off its shoulders. The young man raised his blade to block a claw swipe from another Ursa. A brief power struggle began between the young man and the Ursa before another Grimm tried to attack from the back. Arthur, sensing the attack, let go of his sword to jump over the other Grimm's attack. Before Arthur could get back his sword, he was swatted aside by an Ursa Major. The youth went tumbling across the cavern floor before coming to a stop against the rock wall.
"Would you all just bugger off!?" Arthur exclaimed as he reached for the staff strapped to his back. Staff in hand, Arthur faced off against the remaining Grimm pack. As the pack charged Arthur, the young man did something unexpected. Arthur concentrated until both ends of the staff were literally on fire. His eyes seemed to glow as he concentrated. Satisfied, the young man went to meet the Grimm charge head one. He swung the fire tipped staff at the Ursa. Right before hitting the first Grimm, the fire seemed to take the loose shape of a blade. Instead of meeting the blunt end of a staff covered with fire, the Grimm found itself being sliced open by the fire.
"Take that you wankers!" Arthur yelled as he sliced another Grimm with his staff. Too caught up in gloating, Arthur didn't notice an Ursa Major sneak up behind him. Arthur once again found himself swatted into a rock wall, dropping his staff in the process.
"Ow." Arthur muttered as he unsteadily got on his feet. He looked around for his staff, but saw that it was on the other end of the cavern. The remaining Ursa charged the young man, thinking that he was defenseless.
Oh how wrong the Ursa were.
"Would you all…" Arthur growled as his eye started glowing again.
"... just piss off!" Arthur yelled as he threw his hands forward. An enormous gust of wind seemingly emanating from Arthur sent the Grimm crashing into the rock wall behind them. Not done, Arthur raised his hands again. Mist seemed to emanate from his palms as he threw them forward again. Almost immediately, the Grimm were shredded by icicles courtesy of Arthur. The young man began panting from the amount of energy he had exerted.
"Showed… them…" Arthur said between pants as he went to pick up his claymore and staff. Having had his fill of adventure for the day, Arthur exited the cave and made his way back to the clearing. He scowled when he saw no one was there. Arthur pulled out his scroll and dialed Francis' number. He waited for a few seconds before Francis answered.
"Hello?" The young man said.
"Francis where the bloody Hell are you?" Arthur asked, impatience clear in his voice.
"I ran into a little difficulté situation, Arthur. I'll be there soon enough."
"Hurry the Hell up then." Arthur said before hanging up again. He put in Matthew's number and waited for the twin to pick up.
"Hello?" Matthew asked in his quiet voice.
"Matthew, you're late. Where are you and Alfred?" Arthur asked, much more patient with Mathew than he was with Francis.
"I'm sorry Arthur. Alfred… uh… wanted to be a hero again." Matthew said. Arthur sighed, knowing very well what Matthew meant.
"What did he do?" Arthur asked with a lot of hesitation.
"Oh, nothing much. He heard on his scroll that a village nearby was being attacked. He made us go and kill the Grimm." Matthew said.
"Where are you two now?"
"Still at the village. Alfred and I are helping move some of the rubble for them." Matthew said.
"Well try to get here as fast as you can. We have to be at Beacon by the end of this week." Arthur said. It had taken a lot of persuading on Arthur's part to get Ozpin to let Matthew and Alfred into Beacon, so he'd rather not lose this opportunity.
"Don't worry, we should be done here soon. If you want, Alfred and I will just meet you in Vale." Mathew suggested.
"Tell you what, if you and Alfred aren't here by sundown, Francis and I will go meet you halfway. From there, we'll just walk to Vale." Arthur said.
"Alright, I'll tell Alfred to hurry up. See you soon." Mathew said before hanging up. Arthur looked at his scroll for a few seconds before putting it away and sighing.
"Once again Arthur, you are the only one on time." Arthur said to himself as he sat down on the floor.
The screen darkens to reveal four pillars. The first one is already lit up, revealing Francis. The second one lights up and shows Arthur with a scowl on his face. In one hand he has his claymore while he has fire in the other hand. The letter A appears under him.
Prologue: The Twins
… Somewhere in Vale…
Two figures of roughly the same height were walking down the road. At first glance one could tell that they were twins, thought there were some notable differences. One had violet eyes while the other had bright blue. One had a cowlick that refused to go down while the other had one piece of hair curling down his face. One was wearing a bomber jacket while the other was carrying what looked to be a small polar bear. One had brown bear ears sticking out of his head while the other had white.
"Matty, I'm bored… " One of them whined.
"Why don't you play a game on your scroll Alfred?" Matthew suggested, very used to his brother's whining.
"It's no fun when I play alone. And you can't play with me 'cause you're holding Kumai… Kumama… Kamuja…" Alfred struggled as he tried to pronounce the name.
"Kumajirou. Just call him Kuma, Alfred." Matthew said as he looked down at the small polar bear.
"Yeah, whatever dude. Why did we have to walk? Couldn't we have just taken a plane or something?" Alfred asked as he dragged his feet. He wasn't anywhere near tired, but the youth with blue eyes was very susceptible to boredom.
"No plane goes where we have to, Alfred. Besides, I recall that you were the one who said, and I quote, 'Dude, let's go on foot! It'll be like an adventure!' and end quote." Matthew said, doing a surprisingly good job at mimicking Alfred's voice. Alfred puffed his cheeks out in indignation while fixing a small glare at his brother. Before he could say anything, Alfred felt his scroll vibrate. Alfred took it out and looked at the message he received before grinning.
"Finally, some action!" Alfred said. "Matty, slight detour." Alfred said as he grabbed his brother's arm.
"Why? We're already at risk of being late and you know how Arthur gets when that happens." Matthew said.
"Let the tea drinker blow a fuse. This is way more important. A message was just sent out to any Huntsman and Huntress in the area. A village is being attacked and they need help fighting off the Grimm." Alfred said as he started dragging his brother in the direction of the village.
"You aren't even a Huntsman, how did you get that message?" Matthew asked in surprise.
"Can't hear you Matty! Too busy bein' a hero!" Alfred said as he started running, Matthew in tow. The twin with violet eyes sighed knowing there was no changing his brother's mind.
"Let's just hurry up." Matthew said as he began running alongside his brother, Kumajirou still in his arms. After running for a few minutes, the twins began to hear the sounds of Grimm growling and people screaming. Alfred put on an extra burst of speed, prompting Matthew to do the same. Pretty soon, they were on the edge of the village. Some buildings were on fire while others had been destroyed completely.
"Never fear, the Hero has arrived!" Alfred yelled out. "Hurry up and leave Kuma here Mattie!" Alfred said as he ran into the village.
"Alrighty Kumajirou. I'll be back in a few minutes. You stay here, okay?" Matthew said as he placed the small polar bear next to a tree. The polar bear seemed to understand what Matthew was saying as it nodded its head and laid down against the tree. Satisfied that Kumajirou would be safe, Matthew ran after his brother.
"Alfred! Where are you!?" Matthew yelled, a surprising change of pace from his usually quiet voice. Matthew got his answer when an Ursa Major went flying past him and crashed into a burning building.
"Sorry Matty! Nearly got you there!" Alfred said as he ran past his brother. The Ursa Major tried standing only to have Alfred pick up the Grimm and throw him further into the building. Matthew, used to his brother's strength, rolled his eyes.
"Alfred, try using your weapon! We wouldn't want you to cause more property damage than there already is!" Matthew yelled above the cacophony of screaming people and roaring Grimm. To demonstrate his point, Mathew pulled out his own weapon. Strapped to his back was a high caliber sniper rifle. Without looking through the scope, Matthew aimed and fired at a pack of Beowolves running towards them. Matthew proved to have an impressive trigger finger, firing one round after another. He didn't even feel the recoil for each shot he fired. Clearly both twins were stronger than they looked.
"Matty that was so badass! You held your gun in one arm and you were all like bam! Bam bam bam!" Alfred yelled out. Wanting to be awesome like his brother, Alfred reached into his bomber jacket and pulled out two high tech looking pistols. The youth with the cowlick aimed and fired at an Alpha Beowolf, blasting it to pieces.
"Okay Matty, here's what we'll do. You'll climb to the top of that tower," Alfred gestured to the top of a building in the middle of the village, "and cover the retreat of the villagers. I'll take care of the Grimm still in the village. If you see any big ones, you know what to do." Alfred said as he flashed a grin at his brother. Matty nodded, trusting his brother's judgment. Alfred may act like a goofball most of the time, but he was surprisingly good at thinking up battle strategies on the fly. Matthew jumped onto one of the rooftops and ran to the tower. Alfred checked to make sure his pistols were fully loaded before running to where the Grimm sounds were densest.
Matthew climbed to the top of the tower where he had a full view of the village below. He braced his rifle against his shoulders and knelt. Looking through the scope. Matthew spotted some villagers being chased by Grimm. The violet eyed boy took a deep breath before rapid firing his rifle. Almost instantly, every Grimm went down, each from a shot to the head. Without pausing, Matthew turned to the right and spotted a wounded huntsman about to be overwhelmed. Once again, Matthew dropped every Grimm there, leaving a very confused Huntsman to look around for his savior. In the background, Matthew could hear the gunshots and laughter of his Matthew was looking for another target. he heard a scream behind him. Matthew turned around and saw a family backed into a corner. Matthew was about to fire when he saw what kind of Grimm it was.
"Shit." Matthew muttered, speaking a rarely said swear word. A Beringel was facing down the family. Against a Grimm with armor like that, Matthew's sniper rifle would have to be at point blank range to do any damage. He knew he wouldn't be able to get down there fast enough to save the family, so he did the next best thing.
He called for his brother.
Matthew placed a special bullet in his rifle and fired it at the Beringel. This did two things. First, it distracted the Grimm and caused it to focus its attention on Matthew. Second, the bullet acted like a flare. Upon impact, the bullet shattered and released red smoke into the air. This would lead someone to the exact location of the Grimm. In an effort to buy time, Matthew fired a few real rounds at the Beringel, though all this did was annoy it. Now that it knew where Matthew was, the Beringel made a mighty leap towards the top of the tower and Matthew.
It wouldn't get anywhere near the tower.
"Surprise Motherfucker!" Alfred yelled, quoting one of his favorite movies. He intercepted the Beringel mid jump and kicked it to the ground. The gorilla Grimm crashed into the ground, but quickly recovered. Alfred fired a barrage of dust ammo at the Grimm, but it didn't do much damage. The Beringel swung its fist at Alfred. The young man responded ducking under it and jumping away to get some distance.
"Alright, so guns are a no go. Guess I'll have to settle for something more hands on." Alfred said to himself as his grin grew wider in anticipation. He pressed a button on each of his pistols. The pistols gave an audible whirr of gears as they started contracting and forming themselves around Alfred's hands. In less than two seconds, Alfred's pistols had turned into something akin to brass knuckles.
"You ready Matty!?" Alfred yelled out.
"Ready!" Matthew yelled back from the top of the tower. Matthew aimed with his sniper rifle while Alfred got into a boxing stance, hopping from foot to foot. The Beringel, sensing that Alfred wasn't like ordinary Huntsmen, cautiously regarded the teenager. After what felt like an eternity, the Beringel made a fist and tried to punch Alfred to oblivion. The Beringel was fairly old, and had had its fair number of battles with Huntsmen and Huntresses. It was expecting Alfred to either jump over the attack or dodge it. What it wasn't expecting was for Alfred to rear back his own fist and meet the attack with one of his own.
Fist met fist as the teenager and Grimm had a brief power struggle. It was ended when the Beringel raised its other hand and tried to grab Alfred. The youth ducked under this attack and slipped into the Grimm's guard. Alfred slammed a fist into the Grimm's mid-section, cracking some bone plates in the process, before uppercutting the gorilla Grimm.
The Grimm stumbled back, slightly dazed, before recovering. It beat its chest in a show of bravado before charging again. Once again, Alfred and the Beringel traded blows, Alfred landing most of them. At the end of the encounter, Alfred slipped on some rubble. The Beringel, seeing an opportunity, raised its fist and swung downwards with the intention of smashing Alfred. Before the attack could connect, the Beringel's fist was shot with sniper rifle ammunition, causing the attack to swing to the right of Alfred.
"Got your back Alfred!" Matthew yelled from a completely different building than the one he was originally on. The Beringel turned towards the other twin. It was about to attack Matthew when Alfred slammed his fist into the back of the Beringel's neck. Before the Grimm could recover, Alfred raised a leg and used his heel to kick the Grimm's head. The force was enough to make the gorilla Grimm fall face first into the ground. Alfred jumped back to gain some distance and see if the Grimm would get back up.
"Think we killed it?" Matthew asked as he watched his brother approach the body and poke it with the tip of his foot.
"I think we wo-OH SHIT!" Alfred yelled as the Grimm suddenly grabbed his foot and threw him into a stone wall.
"Alfred!" Matthew yelled in concern. The Beringel focused on the violet eyed twin now that he thought that Alfred had been defeated. It roared before running in Matthew's direction. The youth took a deep breath before unloading round after round at the charging Grimm.
"C'mon Alfred, hurry up." Matthew muttered as he stood his ground. The twin knew that attack wasn't nearly enough to put down his brother, so he just had to wait for him to get back into the battle. The Beringel, barely affected by the rifle rounds, quickly made it to where Matthew was. The violet eyed boy dodged a punch before pressing a button on his rifle. The sniper rifle elongated itself, quickly turning into a spear. Matthew slashed upwards, but only met bone armor. He tried stabbing the Grimm, but his spear didn't get past the tip. Even with his strength, the Beringel's armor was too much for him to pierce.
The Beringel smashed the roof Matthew was standing on, causing the twin to stumble and fall. Matthew used his spear to quickly get up and pole vault over the gorilla Grimm, slashing at its back while he did so.
"Mattie!" Alfred yelled as he climbed up on the roof. There was blood dribbling down the left side of his head and he was missing his glasses.
"Alfred your head! Are you okay!?" Matthew exclaimed while dodging another attack.
"Oh I'm fine, just caught me while my guard was down is all." Alfred said. "So you ready to kill this thing?" Alfred asked as he raised his fists. Matthew dodged an attack before jumping to be side by side with Alfred. The violet eyed twin raised his spear in preparation.
"Let's." Matthew said. Alfred charged and met the Grimm's punch with one of his own. Before the Beringel could throw another attack, Matthew slashed at the Grimms face. As the Beringel raised its hand to swat Matthew, Alfred delivered a quick one-two combo to its chest and face. The Beringel stumbled back a couple of paces only to have Matthew stab his spear into the back of its knee. The Beringel, now handicapped, tried to turn around and hit Matthew, but the violet eyed twin had already backed off. Alfred slipped into the Beringel's guard and shattered the Grimm's other knee. The Grimm grabbed Alfred and threw him at the wall of another building. This time Alfred was ready. He flipped in mid-air and landed feet first against the wall.
The Beringel dug its hands into nearby buildings and started throwing giant pieces of rubble at Alfred. The blue eyed twin grinned and made no move to dodge the rubble. Right as it was about to hit him, the rubbly was shot out of the air.
"Thanks Matty!" Alfred called out to his brother.
"Can we please hurry up and kill it?" Matty asked, the barrel of his rifle still smoking.
"Slash at its neck, I have a plan." Alfred said. Matthew nodded as he turned his rifle into a spear. The violet eyed youth rushed the Beringel spear raised high. Thanks to its limited mobility, Matthew was able to easily dodge the Beringel's attacks. He began slashing at the Grimm's neck, damage accumulating over time.
"Is that good enough?" Matthew asked.
"Yep." Alfred said from behind the Grimm. The blue eyed teenager jumped on the Beringel's back and placed his hands on either side of its head and jaw. Before the Beringel could react, Alfred exerterted as much force as he could muster. An audible crack echoed across the area as Alfred snapped its neck.
Defeated, the Grimm slumped to the ground where it slowly started to dissipate.
"I think that should just about cover it." Alfred said.
"What about the other Grimm?" Matthew asked.
"I took care of them. They were mostly Ursa and Beowolves. Anyone can kill those." Alfred said with a shrug. "Really, they probably sent the distress signal because of cuddles here." Alfred said while gesturing to the half dissipated body of the Beringel.
"So can we leave?" Matthew asked.
"Later. First we have to ask the villagers if they need any help moving rubble and stuff." Alfred said, soaking in every moment he got to be a hero.
"Alright. Let me go get Kumajirou." Matthew said as he walked in the direction of the small polar bear. Halfway there, Matthew's scroll started to buzz. The violet eyed boy took out his scroll and saw that it was Arthur.
"Hello?" Mathew asked in his quiet voice.
"Matthew, you're late. Where are you and Alfred?" Arthur asked.
"I'm sorry Arthur. Alfred… uh… wanted to be a hero again." Matthew said. He heard Arthur sigh on the other end of the call, clearly knowing what Matthew was talking about.
"What did he do?" Arthur asked with a lot of hesitation.
"Oh, nothing much. He heard on his scroll that a village nearby was being attacked. He made us go and kill the Grimm." Matthew said.
"Where are you two now?"
"Still at the village. Alfred and I are helping move some of the rubble for them." Matthew said as he glanced at the village and saw Alfred lift a stone wall out of the way for the villagers.
"Well try to get here as fast as you can. We have to be at Beacon by the end of this week." Arthur said. Matthew knew it had taken a lot of effort for Arthur to get Ozpin to let him and Alfred into Beacon, so he understood why Arthur wanted to get to Beacon as quick as he could.
"Don't worry, we should be done here soon. If you want, Alfred and I will just meet you in Vale." Mathew suggested.
"Tell you what, if you and Alfred aren't here by sundown, Francis and I will go meet you halfway. From there, we'll just walk to Vale." Arthur said.
"Alright, I'll tell Alfred to hurry up. See you soon." Mathew said before hanging up. He looked down and saw that Kumajirou had fallen asleep. "You can sleep through anything, can't you buddy?" Matthew said as he picked up the small polar bear. He walked back into the village and saw some important looking old guy talking to Alfred. The blue eyed twins head was wrapped in some bandages.
"But you are so young! Yet you say you killed the Beringel?" The old man, probably the leader, asked in astonishment.
"Totally. Me and Matthew kicked its ass!" Alfred said as he rubbed his head and laughed.
"For helping save this village, I thank you. Is there anyway we could repay you?" The old man asked. Alfred looked pensive for a few moments before answering.
"Well Matthew and I are trying to get to somewhere specific, but I think we're late now." Alfred said. An older looking Huntsman with one of his arms in a sling stepped out of the crowd.
"No problem. I got an off roader on the other side of the village. I'll take you where you gotta go." The Huntsman said while showing his car keys. Matthew recognized him as the man he had saved from being overwhelmed by Grimm.
"Thanks bro! Oh hey Matty!" Alfred called out, barely noticing his brother's appearance. "This guy's gonna give us a lift, sweet right?"
"That would be very helpful, thank you." Matthew said as he nodded to the man.
"I should be thanking you. I saw you on that tower shooting down Grimm. I would be dead if it wasn't for you." The man said as he did a slight bow. Matthew smiled and returned it.
"C'mon guys! Let's go!" Alfred yelled as impatience began to get to him. Matthew smiled as he began to follow his brother and the huntsman.
The screen darkens to reveal four pillars. The first two are already lit up, revealing Francis and Arthur. The last two light up. The first one reveals Alfred with a cheerful grin on his face. He is aiming his pistols at the screen. The last one shows Matthew with a shy, yet determined smile on his face. His sniper rifle is in his arms. The letter A and M appear under them.
Francis Bonnefroy
Arthur Kirkland
Alfred F. Jones
Matthew Williams
Team FAAM is ready to take the world of Remnant by storm.
A/N: Hello everybody and welcome to the reboot of Team FAAM, you know the story that never got past its first intro? Yeah, that was me jumping the gun and posting something before I even had the story figured out. Now, however, I have a good idea of what I want to write.
That said, there are still a few things that have yet to be decided. The first is pairings. I have a vague idea of who I want to be with who, but I am open to suggestions. The second is semblances. Francis and Matthew's semblances have been decided, but Arthur and Alfred's haven't. I am also open to suggestions about this.
That's about all I have to say.
I'll see you all next chapter.
Until then.