Ronac was running through the tree's wearing blue assassins robes with what seemed like millions of Grimm on his tail. Wait running? No. He was chasing them!

"Ahhhh HAAAA!" Ronac shouted excitedly as he ripped 10 Deathstalkers apart with his hidden blades. He was so excited to be an assassin. To be? No he WAS an assassin. Silly Ronac.

"GOTCHA!" He said as he caught a Beowulf by the scruff.

"No plz dnt kiLl mehhhh!" It wined as it was pinned to the ground. Ronac just laughed and started stabbing it repeatedly.

"Oh well glad to see your having fun." Said a mysterious voice. Ronac turned to face his new opponent. It was a nicely dressed… Man? In a black but grey lined tux. The undershirt was that perfect mix between light and dark blue and his tie was blood red. The most disturbing part however was it's skin. It had no hair, just a bald, pitch black head with two shining white eye's. There wasn't even a nose! How do you even sneeze?

"I don't need to sneeze bat-boy. It's quite convenient really. No awkward dinner sneeze moments. If those are a thing." It was definitely talking. Well not for long! Ronac lunged forward intent on thrusting a blade in it's face when he trip on a really well placed rock and fell face first into the ground.

"Wakey Wakey Mr. Faysam Jr. We got Templar's inbound! HAHA!" The thing did a little playful leap in the air… what? "What? I said TEMPLAR'S MATE WAKE UP ALREADY!" The words burned into his head like fire. Ronac started screaming. And what was that? Gunshots? "I SAID!.!.!.! Hide your kids Hide your wife's cuz the Templar's comin to kill em tonig-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Ronac woke in panic as he was thrown from his wagon going straight through the cloth that held it together. As he was tossed helplessly through the air Ronac reflected on what had happened. He had returned from washing himself to find his father and mother. They handed him the present and it turned out to be a pair of hidden blades! There was a note saying training begins tomorrow on it as well.

Then he got a huge sugar crash and despite his excitement fell asleep standing up. Then he had that freaky dream. His parents must have placed him in the wagon after- THUD! Ah there's the ground. He was now lying face down in mud and some blood. Wait blood!? He had a few scratches and scrapes but nothing was bleeding that much which meant it wasn't… "Oh no…"

Ronac's fatigue was finally wearing off and he noticed the dead form lying next to him. It was an assassin. The only thing he had ever seen dead was a Grimm. This was completely different. Assassins where some of the strongest fighters in Remnant. Ronac had seen them take down over a hundred Grimm in defense of the camp and people inside. Seeing one dead was mind bending. The assassins face had a giant bullet hole in it making Ronac feel like puking as well. Shaking, he put his hand to his mouth. He was regaining his hearing now and he could hear what seemed like thousands of guns going off nearby. This definitely wasn't an accident.

He had to find his parents. They'd know what to do. Ronac fired up his aura and slowly stood up. There was smoke and dust (Both variants) clouding the air preventing his brown eyes from seeing anything. There was a simple remedy for this however. Echolocation. Due to being a bat faunus, Ronac didn't have to see something to "see" it. He sent out a series of clicks to give him an image of at least something. What he found was a bit horrifying.

The camp was a mess. Craters littered the ground where mortars had hit and destroyed tents. Unidentifiable bodies lay everywhere pooling in what he assumed was blood. Assassins and a small amount of Templar's were duking it out in the smoke. The Templar's of course, not being able to see, where getting wrecked. One of them however was blindly approaching him.

Killing a Grimm was one thing, but killing a human was another. Ronac was inexperienced in that field of combat. He wouldn't start that until this was all said and done and he could start his training. Or maybe right now.

He grabbed a sword off the dead assassin, feeling a bit sick in his stomach, and turned to face the oncoming Templar.

Now around 3-5 feet from him, Ronac could clearly see the Templar. He was wearing some kind of cylinder helmet and chainmail armor. The Templar's symbol was plainly printed on his chest. The Templar turned his sword to Ronac as soon as he saw him.

"I was told there would be assassins, not midgets." He laughed.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"HEY GUY'S I FOUND THE SMALLEST ASSASSIN ON REMNANT!"

Ronac lunged forward and struck at the Templar. He then heard the sound of steel on steel for the first time and was pushed back without effort. The Templar continued to laugh and was about to mock Ronac more when he was cut short...

Alexandria was panic stricken and running around the camp looking for Ronac. He could hold his own against Grimm but a Templar would make short work of him if he was found!

Her faunus cat vision allowed her to see through most of the smoke but it wasn't she couldn't see the wagon that Ronac was in.

"HEY GUY'S I FOUND THE SMALLEST ASSASSIN ON REMNANT!"

Alex's heart jumped. A Templar had just found her son! He was only 10 making him the shortest in the camp.

She raced to where that sound had come from. The burning wagon came into view revealing Ronac and a Templar engaged in… a mockery of combat. The Templar was obviously insulting her son. No one got away with that and lived.

One ice round to the head sent the Templar stumbling forward, his head now covered completely in ice. He wandered around frustrated before receiving a quick crescent kick to the face. The ice broke and the Templar was out cold.

Alexandria's dark robed form was looming over the Templar debating on whether or not to finish the job.

"Uh, hi mom. Just in time to."

She seemed to snap out of it and grabbed Ronac's arm.

"We need to find you father. the Templar's scouts found the camp. Now their army is closing in on us"

This concerned Ronac greatly.

"We'll be leaving then right?"

"No actually. Unfortunately there are some giant cliff's cutting off our retreat. He'll be rallying everyone for a full Templar attack. And since we're in Grimm territory, we may be seeing Grimm soon."

"Oh… Well… Thanks for the run down…"

"We should get moving."

"Uh mom?"

"yes?"

"Are you going to even ask if i'm ok?"

"Are you?"

"He said a few hurtful words but i'm fine."

"A few hurtful words doesn't put an Assassin out of the fight. Come on let's go."

Ronac's mood increased a bit. She just called him an Assassin!

"Yes mom."

They raced off in the direction they thought Amah might be. Destruction surrounded them but all in all most of the body's where Templar scouts and tents where disposable. We weren't bad off.

In the distance they could hear trembling and rising battle cry's. The Templar's were attacking! With bombs falling from the sky and gunfire how did he sleep through the first part of this?

"We won't reach the other's in time." Alexandria said obvious panic in her voice.

"You may get some battle experience before the night is done."

"I look forward to it!"

Alex's face turned into a scowl "Never look forward to killing another Ronac! We may have our severe differences but we're all in the same boat when it comes to the Grimm."

Ronac seemed to shrink from midget to just tiny. "Sorry mom."

"Save it for when we get out of this mess."

Alexandria pulled out her weapons of choice, two silenced and ice-dust infused pistols. She then handed her son a few smoke grenades. Which she didn't realize he didn't know how to use.

The trembling almost upon them. They could clearly make out the cries of at least 500 men and women rushing in to kill them. Then the battle cries turned into screams and hell fire.

The shear force of explosions, dust rounds, and semblance going off blew the smoke out of the camp. A line of around 64 Assassins had just engaged with the Templar army. Thank the stars amah was in between them and the Templar's or else they may be dead.

The Assassins were holding out well but that wouldn't last long. The Templar's had a lot of resources at their disposal. She could already hear the airships flying in.

Ronac thought this was flippin awesome however and started cheering.

"WHOO! GO ASSASSINS! SHOW EM WHO'S BOSS!"

"Ronac…" His mother started. Then stopped when she realized that she heard trembling from the other direction. The Grimm!

A few Beowulf's were already on the other side of the clearing and closing fast. Above the tree line Alex could make out at least make out 6 or 7 Nevermore's. Dammed birds.

Ronac used echolocation to try and find out how many Grimm there were behind the cover of the tree's. The answer was "Oh fuck." He had never sensed or seen so many Grimm in one place. The Assassins took care not to attract to much attention, and now Ronac knew why.

The Grimm were carving a path through the forest no tree left standing. A massive dust cloud marked the majority's location. Very close.

Around 12 Assassins broke formation to join them and defend the other side. This took to the Templar's favor but would keep them from being instantly destroyed. Ronac found himself raising his stolen sword with them. He realized that he would also give his life in defense of the brotherhood. Besides. He knew how to fight Grimm. And he was just 10!

A military Grimm survey ship just outside of the kingdom atlas.

The entire crew stared at the horrifying spectacle that was unfolding in front of them.

Around 10,000 Grimm had grouped together and were rushing the direction of the border that divided Grimm territory and human territory.

"Someone get Ironwood on the line! That's enough Grimm to destroy Atlas!"

"Oh uh right on it."

"Ha let's see the huntsman take this on."

Oh, Oh, Use me!

Shut up.

But i'm right here!

Shut up. please.

Comon. Just grab the handle and go ape shit. You know you want to.

336 could in fact talk and he was not being helpful. Yes. He. Amah had determined its gender.

Oh come now. My gender ain't my darkest secret.

Amah finished beating down a Templar's aura and then stabbed him in the chest.

I guarantee i'm a better weapon right now.

The battle had been going decently until the Grimm showed up. He had lost 15 brothers to the Grimm and Templar's. Not good.

People dying? Feeling down? Want to save them? Then use 336!-

Amah used a Templar's own SMG to shoot down more enemies. Then threw that Templar into the air and let a Nevermore do the rest.

-Guaranteed success with a side of revenge and 100% less death on your side. Buy now for free when you simply grab my handle that is, shall i mention, right flippin there!

"SHUT UP!"

You shut up and win already.

Amah was about to make a snappy comeback when he felt an impact in his stomach and was sent flying. He landed around 10 yards away and looked up to see a Templar with a full power armor set. He donned a cape and a giant axe. The Templar insignia was painted everywhere on him and the only facial features he could identify where two cold, steel, white, square eye's.

Oh that reminds me of someone. A couple people actually.

This person was Camerin the Assassins bane.

I bet they had to add "Assassins bane" because Camerin is hardly threatening.

This individual had claimed the lives of many Assassins over the years. Some of which were close friends to Amah.

Oh, Did i say revenge earlier?

Yes… Yes you did.

Good. i was worried that hadn't sunken in.

Camerin was now attacking his fellow brothers who were falling under his cleaving strikes. All around him Assassins fought Grimm and Templar alike. Many Templar's were simply being used as food for the Grimm to avoid Assassin death. This told Amah that they weren't doing well despite having taken down what seemed like an army's worth of Grimm. And they were still coming. They might have been able to hold out against the Templar's but combined with Grimm there was almost no way they'd make it out alive. Amah then heard the trumpeting of a few Goliath's in the distance.

*cough* *cough*

Oh screw it.

Amah ran to Alexandria, who was fighting with Ronac. They were doing very well against the Grimm but hoards and hoards of them were flowing like water into the clearing.

"Alex! Grab our son and leave!"

Alex was confused and angry. "Leave?! Amah our brothers die around us and you expect us to leave?!"

"YES! I have to use 336! This battle will be lost if i don't! Now listen. We all can't just leave but one or two can sneak past and head for atlas."

"This is preposterous!"

"I will try and get everyone out but i cant ensure any of us will survive. The only way to ensure the Brotherhood lives on is to send you two to atlas."

"And you have to use a forbidden artifact?"

"Yes, If it means the Brotherhood can live. If it means you can live."

Alex sighed. "Fine. But you'd better make it out alive Amah. Or so help me i'll tear out your spine in the afterlife."

Amah smiled. "Duly noted."

Alexandria and Ronac finished off a giant two headed snake together and then fled for atlas. Unsure if they will make it or not.

Good. I didn't want them to see me use you.

Not sure if i should take that as an insult, or a complement of my power.

Shush 336. It's time to see what you can do.

Finally…