I stood in an airship staring out of its large semicircular and ornate windows, gazing at the city of Vale below. Through the maze of tall buildings I could see the island of Patch and the combat school I attended to get here, Signal, situated on it's land mass.

I'd spend most of my life on that small island always wanting to be where I am now. To learn to fight, to stop what happened to me from happening to anyone else in Remnant. How everyone in that village was killed by the Grimm, except me. From what my adoptive father told me, my Uncle Finn, he saw a bright flickering light coming from a building howls of beowolves coming from inside. It was me, a baby boy too young to defend himself saved and adopted by a man with four ears.

"Hey," a yelp came from the other end of the spacious aircraft, "cut it out!"

I turned towards the sound and saw a young Faunus, her grey wolf like tail being yanked by a much larger human and his sneering friends. I noticed that she had seen me storming towards them her eyes locking into mine pleading for help.

"I told you guy's it was real," the bully laughed as I arrived still tugging on her tail, "Who the hell are you?"

"That doesn't matter," I replied coldly, "What matters is what are you doing?"

"I'm putting this Faunus mutt in her place," he scowled back, "You got a problem?"

"Yes, I do," I glanced down at the victim's bright blue eyes before meeting the bully's gaze again, "and I'd suggest that you back off."

I had confidence in my voice but that meant almost nothing when it came from a tall but skinny seventeen year old. Our muscular difference was substantial. Not to mention his three buddies each with a similar build.

"And what are you going do do about it?" One of them sneered.

I sighed before planting my fist in his face with a satisfying crunch, "Leave her alone," I demanded.

He and his three other heavily armoured friends let go of the Faunus and turned their attention to me looks of anger strewn across their faces and their hands in fists. Four to one were hardly fair odds but Uncle Finn always said that I was the guy who'd jump into a horde of Grimm for someone I didn't know.

I dropped back into a fighting stance and two white gauntlets formed from two thin white bands at the base of my black fingerless gloves. A small flamethrower like device protruded from each of the gauntlets and empty dust vials rotated around my forearms. I called them Diversity.

The fight barely lasted a minute. Four to one isn't exactly fair odds and each one probably weighted more than double of my slim body. It didn't help that I couldn't' t use the gauntlet's dust capabilities as I had ran out and that we were in an airborne airship.

But it was too late for that. The bully's supporters picked me up exhausted and spend on the floor and forced me to kneel in front of him, my aura completely depleted.

"You know, there are just some things you should just stay out of," he said before kicking me with his armoured boot before leaving.

"Are you ok?" the Faunus returned, "I'm so sorry. You didn't have to do that."

"I'm ok," I replied as I struggled to stand up, "just winded."

"You know I would've been fine, I can put up with Schwartz and his goons," she continued before sighing, "I have since the first day at combat school."

"It didn't look like it," I snapped, "You shouldn't let people do things like that to you. Its unjust and its wrong."

She sighed again before saying, "Name's Ellie, and I'm sorry you got dragged into this."

"Blanc," I replied noticing her change of subject, "and don't be sorry."

Well at least I know someone now.