Don't quite know how this works since it's my first post. Either way, I'm a huge fan of RWBY and made a few OC teams thanks to a contest. Long story shot, I'm writing a story about them. I don't yet know if I'm going to elude blatantly to RWBY or not, like making Jaune the headmaster, since I don't know about future deaths and what-not. Either way, if anyone has any Briticism, please feel free to do the thing and let me know. As for suggestions and so on, again, feel free to tell me them, but don't be upset if I don't use them.

Chapter 1

Looking around, he realized he was surrounded. Grimm were everywhere and they left no way out. Well, no way save one. Closing his eyes, Grey Grace concentrated on the speed he wanted the battle to take. Opening his eyes, he does a quick head count. 17 Beowolves and 3 Ursi. Moving at a leisurely pace, he unsheathes his sword and taps a short sequence into the buttons on the hilt. As the hand-and-a-half blade becomes a bow, he reaches over his shoulder as his sword's sheath morphs to a quiver and pulls out 4 arrows. Nocking one of them, he takes aim at a Beowolf. The circle of Grimm has only shrunk by about a foot, thanks to his semblance. Each Grimm looks like it's moving through honey. Firing the arrows in quick succession, he easily drops 4 Beowolfs. Deciding to focus on the Ursi next, he pulls some of the heavier arrows out of his quiver. Firing 6 arrows within the span of 5 seconds, the Ursi drop, each with an arrow sprouting from both of their eyes. Figuring he's skewed the odds in his favour now, he looks at the remaining 13 Beowolfs. Planning out his path, he presses the sequence again. The bottom arm of the bow turns 180 degrees and slides up through the grip. As the sword becomes still, he lessens the effect of his semblance on each of the Beowolfs. Running at the nearest Beowolf, he slices it in half. Moving on, Beowolf after Beowolf falls. 30 seconds later, he pulls his sword out of the last Beowolf. Hardly breathing hard, he looks around at the carnage. Sheathing his sword in the sheath at his hip, he continues his trek.

Travelling alone can be taxing on a lone Huntsman-in-training, but Grey decided that if he was going to go to Beacon, he would make the trip without the help of any airships or other forms of travel. He didn't trust them anyway. Plus he was confident in his own abilities. He just didn't understand how a fully trained Huntsman or Huntress could go and get themselves killed. If he, an untrained kid, could defeat 20 Grimm all in the span of a couple minutes, why couldn't they?

Seeing a decent spot for a camp, he started to gather some firewood. If Grimm want to come and attack him, they can try. Pulling a pot out of his pack, he realizes he hasn't seen a stream nearby in a while. He pulls out his map and takes a look.

"There's one nearby," A deep voice said behind his.

Instantaneously activating his semblance, he moves in the blink of an eye. One moment he was kneeling over his map, the next he was 10 meters away, bow out, arrow nocked.

"Jesus dude, that was fast! What's your semblance, teleportation?" The voice said.

Grey looked at the owner of the voice. Kicking himself, he wondered how he didn't hear him coming. He had to be almost 7 feet tall and built like a truck. Broad shoulders and the whole 9 yards. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, covered by plates of armor that looked thick enough to stop a cannonball. His face was visible through an open-faced helmet. On his back there was a massive double bladed battle axe. Wrapped around the hilt and shaft of the axe are what look like rounds for a big gun.

"Mine's density. I tend to keep myself less dense when in travelling because it allows me to move faster. But I can also go the other way. Watch."

The axe-wielder didn't look any different but his feet sank about half an inch into the ground, which was quite hard, and sticks started to levitate and orbit around him.

"Makes my life a lot easier when it comes to fighting Grimm," he said, as the sticks fell.

"So you're a Huntsman?" Grey's smooth, rich voice said just loud enough for Rory to hear it.

"No, just a trainee. My pops was a Huntsman and my ma was a nurse. Can ya guess how they met? Name's Rory. What about you? You a really Huntsman? Always wanted to meet one. And by the way you move, I'd say you're a damn good one at that."

"I'm Grey, and just a trainee like you. And I wasn't fortunate enough to get teleportation as my semblance. Mine's just time."

"Time? Just time? Here I am thinking I have a pretty awesome semblance, and you can time travel? What's it like in the future?"

"No, I can't time travel. But try and move."

Rory visibly tried to move, then went to frown but it took a full minute to do so. Then, suddenly he could move a little faster.

Grey frowned and checked his aura. No big change there. Looking back at Rory, he notices a stick slowly rising.

Of course, he thought to himself, my semblance is affected by the force of the what I'm affecting. So if he increases his density, I can't slow him as much. That's also probably why I didn't hear him coming, since he mentioned he lowers his density while travelling.

Releasing his hold on Rory, he turns his bow back to a sword and sheaths it. Moving back to his pack, he looks at Rory.

"What's nearby?"

"A stream. You pulled out your pot, looked around, then pulled out your map. I assumed you were looking for a stream."

"Fair enough."

Looking at his map, Grey sees the stream Rory was talking about. Picking up his pot, he started to move towards a nearby bush.

"Where are you going?"

"Water. Stay here, I don't want some Grimm going through my stuff."

And that's Chapter one. I'm terrible with keeping a schedule, but Imma try and get episode 2 up within the week. Again, criticism is encouraged!

Thanks! JaayyMann