RWBY Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Sun shined down on all the new students of beacon. Two at a time they all came together in pairs. But did you ever wonder who got there… first?

Lorenzo breezed through the trees, in the distance it was clear to see, about a mile away was the relic site. He boosted speed to get there faster, at least until Dylan fell from his branch and slammed into him. The two tumbled through the air and smacked to the ground, rolling until they came to a stop. Dylan got up, clutching his shoulder in pain.

"Well that sucked!" he exclaimed.

Lorenzo got up and dusted himself off, looking down at his outfit.

"Just had this dry cleaned," he said. He looked up at the person standing in front of him and their eyes locked. That was the point of no return, these two guys were now partners, and for the next four years. Lorenzo sighed and thought to himself;

"Well, I certainly could've done worse,"

"Dylan," he said.

"What?" Lorenzo looked up at him suddenly.

"My name's Dylan. What's yours?"

Lorenzo regained his chipper attitude and stood up straight.

"My name is Lorenzo!"

"Nice to meet ya," Dylan said.

"And to you,"

…

The awkward silence cued them both to say or do something, but nothing came to mind, other than obvious things.

"Sooooo, have any idea where we're going?" Dylan asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"The forest temple was straight ahead of me before you landed on me," Lorenzo said.

"I see, it looks like we ought to head there before we engage in small talk," Dylan said, turning to walk away.

"The temple is that way," he pointed in the opposite direction. Dylan stopped mid-step and swung around in the direction Lorenzo had pointed.

"The temple is that way!" Dylan repeated, trying to cover his mistake.

Lorenzo shook his head and followed.

"Great, I've got a funny man here,"

…...

Beowolves; giant, fearsome, and deadly creatures of Grimm. Their teeth could easily take out your frontal lobe if you weren't careful. ( Cough, 'Bite of 87' Cough,) And here there fifteen of them surrounding a weakened hunter in training, who was alone in the woods, without any means of contacting help.

Mondays.

Cheo swung out his scythe and decapitated two of them with one large swing. He jumped as two Beowolves behind him tried to jump him, and he sliced downwards, taking their two heads as well. He landed and aimed the barrel of his gun at the crowd of five in front of him. He pulled the trigger and an incendiary grenade went off in the center of their group. They all lit up in ghastly green flames and were turned to ashes. Nine down, six to go. He turned around and froze in place, right behind him was a beowolf towering above him, it's hands in the air ready to smash him to bits. It brought its hands down, but luckily he had backup, he just didn't know it. It's hands fell into a bloody pile on the ground, severed from its body. It screeched in pain and looked around for the culprit. Said culprit decided to finish the job by sneaking up behind it and cutting the back of its legs, making it collapse to its knees. He pulled out his trusty shotgun and put it to the Grimm's forehead and pulled the trigger.

The entire Grimm exploded. Not just the head, but the whole thing was destroyed in one tiny controlled explosion, starting at its head.

"Nice job," Cheo said to his unknown savior.

Tristen tightened his red gloves and put away his shotgun.

"Name's Tristen, your new partner," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Cheo," he said back, shaking his partners hand. Cheo looked over Tristen's shoulder and saw five other Beowolf bodies lying on the ground. He smiled at his new friend and Tristen examined Cheo's handiwork. Nine Beowolves on your own was pretty impressive. They walked off into the direction of the temple, patting each other on the back.

"Cheo my friend, I think this is the start of a BEEAAUUUTIFUL Friendship!"

"Hell yeah it is," he said.

….

"Showbiz boy! Three o'clock!" Dylan shouted to Lorenzo. He looked to his right and stopped an Ursa's claw in the nick of time. He pushed with all his strength but couldn't push it off him. Ursa's weren't lightweights, and this one was definitely throwing all its weight on him. Dylan stood with three Ursai surrounding him as well. He unsheathed his sword and pulled out his gun, wielding the sword in his left hand, and gun in the right. The gun would be useless against three giant opponents like these, but he had a plan. The Ursa in front of him charged and the other two behind him followed suit. He waited for the one in front of him to get close, once it was within inches of him he struck. He sliced it's right leg and it collapsed, but Dylan jumped just in time to land on top of it. The other's didn't seem to care and kept at him.

"Dylan look out!" Lorenzo shouted as he struggled to keep the Ursa off him. Then an idea came to him. Just like Dylan had, turn their weight against them…

Thinking on his feet, he dodged another swipe from the Ursa and stabbed at its leg with his Spear. The creature kneeled in pain and Lorenzo was freed. He jumped back a few feet and thought quickly. He thrust his spear forward and the wounded Grimm was lifted off the ground, surrounded by swirling winds. He swung his Spear in the direction of the two charging Ursai by Dylan and it went flying towards them.

"Duck!" he shouted.

"Duck! What? Where?" Dylan said, suddenly ducking to look for the mentioned birds. The Ursa knocked into the other two and they all smashed into a tree. Dylan got up and quickly stabbed the head of the Ursa he stood on before it could get up.

"That was a close one," Dylan said.

"Yeah, and what was with the duck thing?"

"Ehh, why not? I knew what you meant,"

The three Ursai by the tree groaned in pain, wounded but still alive.

"It got em," Lorenzo said. He swirled the spear in the air once or twice, and suddenly, razor sharp spears made of wind flew forth and impaled the three of them.

"Woahhhhhhhh," Dylan said in awe.

"Yeah, that's my semblance. Control over wind and air. It's how I was flying before, and how I just did that," Lorenzo said with pride.

"Damn! And here I am with a lousy gun!"

"It's cool looking. What about you? What's your semblance?" he asked.

"… Do ya mind if we don't talk about that right now?" Dylan asked politely.

"Sure, of course,"

"Thanks,"

"So, you have that gun and sword, what else?" Lorenzo asked, trying to change the subject.

"Nothing else,"

"Really? Nothing else? I don't believe that," he said with curious suspicion.

"Well… my gun can do one thing," Dylan said shyly.

"What?"

He held out his gun and pressed a button quickly. The metal and armor on the gun shifted and changed shape until it looked like a double pronged sword made entirely out of light grey and blue metal! Basically it was a 'Halo' sword made of steel.

"Wow, that's neat," Lorenzo said.

"It's great for backup, and helps me adapt to situations of all kinds,"

That's when they looked ahead and saw some figures moving by a clearing. The clearing had a large stone pillars and what looked like an abandoned altar. The Forest Temple! They ran to it quickly and came to a halt suddenly when they saw the other team members.

Cheo and Tristen.

Dylan and Tristen locked eyes for a second. They both walked up to each other with rock hard determination in their eyes, then they high fived.

"Tristen! How've you been man!?" Dylan asked in joy.

"Doing great! What about you old pal?" he asked, patting him on the back. The two of them began to chatter on, while Cheo just walked over Lorenzo and shook his hand.

"Cheo," he said sternly.

"Lorenzo," he said with a bit of unease. Cheo looked at him too seriously, it was a bit uncomfortable.

"So I'm stuck in the bathroom, the dogs yelling at me and I've still got half a pie left! It was kind of a weird Tuesday!" Dylan finished saying.

"I could top it," Tristen said.

THWUMP!

…

"What was that?" Dylan asked, breaking the sudden onset tension.

THWUMP!

"There it is again," Cheo said, reaching for his scythe.

….

….

….

Nothing happened.

"Okay, I dunno what that was, but I think we shouldn't stay here any longer than we have to," Dylan said.

"Good call," Tristen agreed. Cheo and Lorenzo nodded.

They all walked up to the pedestals holding the relics.

"…Chess Pieces?" Cheo asked.

"Guess Ozpin is a fan of it," Lorenzo guessed.

Dylan looked around until he spotted the piece he wanted. Then walked right up to it and snatched it.

"Behold! The White King Piece!" he said, holding it up for all to see.

Tristen walked up beside him and grabbed the Black King Piece.

"Well, we got what we came for, let's move out ladies," Tristen said.

"Hey!" Dylan exclaimed.

"Where to next though? We need to find the extraction point," Lorenzo said.

"Hmmmm," Dylan hummed to himself as he scanned the environment. Then he spotted a large cliff, just past some old ruins.

"There!" he said, pointing to them.

"Good idea, from there we can get a bird's eye view of the area," Lorenzo said.

The four of them progressed towards the ruins, clueless to them massive Grimm hunting them.