A/N: I'M BACK! SO! It's an evil wanderer you want? Well, it's an evil one you'll get!

As he ran through the forest, the wanderer began to hear some rather peculiar noises. Specifically, footsteps and howls. He was being followed.

Now, the wanderer knew this, as whatever was stalking him wasn't very stealthy, but he decided to humor him, as he was getting kinda bored.

After a few minutes, it made its appearance.

It was a pack of strange black creatures that vaguely resembled a deathclaw, but with more bonelike plates on its body.

"…The hell are those?" The wanderer thought, confused.

They circled him, growling and snarling as they did. The wanderer, sensing a fight, merely chuckled, and pulled a super sledge from his pip-boy.

One of them charged, leaping at him with respectable speed. The wanderer swung his weapon upwards, impacting the creature's soft underbelly. It crushed its bones and ripped apart its organs. When it hit the ground, most of the mulched bone mixed with crushed insides spilled onto the grass, painting it a nice shade of red.

There was a moment of complete silence. Then, all at one, the other creatures jumped at him.

Laughing like a madman, the wanderer swung his super sledge as fast as he could, violently crushing and destroying the creatures. Blood sprayed the ground and corpses and guts littered the battlefield.

The battle had drawn to a close. What once had been a spot of green foliage had become a spot of massacre.

The wanderer, satisfied with his work, digitized his super sledge, allowing the pip-boy to reabsorb the weapon.

"Never will understand how that works." The wanderer thought.

And so his trek continued as he ventured through the forest, until he reached a very large obstacle. A wall. A very large wall made of metal, specifically.

There was a gate, guarded by many people. People who, in the Wanderer's opinion, looked a bit like military.

As he neared the gate, one of them yelled for him to stop.

It was a guy. He seemed to be in his early thirties, and was wearing some green camouflage armor.

"State your business." He said.

"… Who the hell are you?" The wanderer asked.

"Sir. State your business."

The wanderer did not state his business. He did pull out a Chinese assault rifle however, and he did proceed to paint the walls with the gore and viscera of the guards.

Without a word, he walked through the gate

Meanwhile…

Ozpin had been having a good day. The First years had just finished initiation, nobody had died, and nobody had been grievously injured. So, all in all, it had been a great day.

And then his scroll rang.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Ozpin, I need your help."

It was the police chief. Ozpin wasn't surprised. The police did need the help of a huntsman every now and then.

"I'm sorry, but currently there's no one to spare." Ozpin said.

"Ozpin , it's an emergency."

Ozpin sighed. "What is it?" He asked.

"Somebody just turned the border guards into red pulp." The chief said angrily.

"…What?" Ozpin asked, slightly startled.

"They just gunned 'em down. No remorse, and no mercy." The chief said. "Here, I'll send you the security footage."

Ozpin watched the footage with a frown. Whoever this killer was, the way he'd killed them, he'd done it so casually.

"I'll send someone over." Ozpin said, before hanging up.

Back with the wanderer

He'd been walking through the city for hours, and frankly, he was very impressed. First off, the place was huge! There were so many intact buildings and running cars.

"Did the bombs miss this place?" The wanderer wondered.

The sound of someone's scream snapped him out of his thoughts.

He ran towards the noise, questioning what the hell was going on. Walking into an alley, the wanderer was greeted to the sight of six people surrounding the corpse of some girl… with antlers?

"…What?" The wanderer thought, confused.

Actually… now that he'd seen… whatever that was, he noticed something.

Those six people were all in really nice clothes. That meant they were rich, which in-turn meant that they had a lot of money.

Without a thought, the wanderer tossed a frag grenade down at them. It clattered to the ground before exploding, blowing their limbs off and shredding them with shrapnel.

He looted them habitually, and when he did, instead of finding bottle caps, he found strange multi-colored cards that had numbers on them.

"The hell? Is this their currency here?" The wanderer thought.

His thoughts were interrupted a second time, this time by a gunshot impacting his armor.

The wanderer turned, his fury clearly visible in his movements.

One of the people wasn't dead, however, his stomach had spilled onto the ground.

He was sitting against the wall, a revolver in his hand.

The wanderer walked towards the man, his malice permeating the air.

In one sudden moment, the wanderer crushed the man's head against the wall with his foot.

"Idiot." The wanderer muttered, before walking away.

As he roamed the streets, he noticed that he was getting a lot of stares.

"WHAT ARE YOU JACKASSES LOOKIN' AT?!" The wanderer shouted.

"I'm looking at a criminal, that's what." A voice behind him taunted.

The wanderer angrily turned towards the direction of the voice.

It was a woman. She had light-blonde hair, glasses, and reeeally pale skin. She wore a top which exposed some of her cleavage, leggings, a tattered purple cape, and she held a…Riding crop.

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WHAT?! WHAT THE FU- Okay that's enough.

"Who… who are you?" The wanderer asked, struggling to contain his giggles.

"I'm Glynda Goodwitch, now, I am placing you under arrest." She said.

This was the point that the wanderer had pulled out "The terrible shotgun" And entered V.A.T.S.

The wanderer confusedly stared at the blue line over Glynda's health bar for a few seconds, before assuming it was some kind of shield. Shaking his head, he targeted her head and fired.

It hit, and, as he had expected, the shield suffered damage, but she did not.

He exited V.A.T.S, as he had run out of AP.

This was the moment that he was hit with a lamppost.

"AGH! F**K" The wanderer yelped, before getting back up.

He fired again at her, but missed. Going for Melee, he digitized his current weapon, and took out the shishkebab.

Leaping at the woman, He dodged many random objects propelled by strange glyph like things.

He slashed at her, taking a big chunk out of her shield. He slashed again and again, his frenzied state allowing him to stab, swipe, and cut through her defenses.

Then, a blur impacted him, knocking him through a window.

Getting up, he spotted a man standing in front of Glynda.

He had white hair, glasses, and pale skin. He wore a black button-up suit with a green undershirt, and a pair of dress pants. He was holding a…cane? (WHAT EVEN ARE THESE WEAPONS?!)

The Wanderer Entered V.A.T.S again, and saw two things. One: the man's name was Ozpin. Two: He had a skull next to his name. It unsettled him.

"I've never seen that before… What is that?" The Wanderer wondered.

Anyways, the man unsettled him, so when he asked that the Wanderer surrender, The Wanderer agreed.

Fret not however, as the Wanderer wasn't afraid. He knew how to get away, and, when the time was right, he would.

A/N AAAAAAAND DONE! So, two things I want to cover.

1: DID YA LIKE THE MURDER?

2: Some people I know get offended at the F-word, so, I'm censoring it. Sorry if it annoys you, but I'm doin' it.

Anyways, fight scenes are hard to write. At least, for me they are.

Now, I'm outta here.