So here is the thirs and final Trailer for Of Huntsmen and Traitors, I need to give a special thanks to all of you who have read so far and a special thanks to Blacklightning97 and Mae Ride.

BL97: I agree with you it irks me when people use hair and clothing for the deciding agent for a characters Aura, luckily that's not what I'm doing... :D

Mae Ride: I thank you for the favorite, I take that as a vote of confidence in the story and will be working harder to prove that you did the right thing.

Anyways on with the show! (Make sure to pay attention after the credits for an important announcement from the Writer)

"Careful now we don't want to spook them," A brown haired man held a finger to his com as he stood in a tree above a pack of Alphawolves. The man reached behind his back under his forest green cloak and pulled out a large rectangle that unfolded into a large axe like pole arm. "These guys have been picking at the walls for a month now if we lose them who knows when we'll find them again. This is Wōden checking in position."

"Mixcoatl in position."

"Odin in position""

"Neith in position."

Nodding his head the sound of violins filled his ears and he began to move.

The man took a running start along the tree branch before sliding himself into the air and landing on the ground. Looking around, he saw that he was in the middle of the pack of oversized Beowolves. His grey eyes sharpened and he launched himself forward. The bass joined in the song as his free hand joined the other on the shaft of the pole arm and he swung it into the closest wolf splitting it in two; letting the force of the swing carry it, he let the weapon spin around his body; the shaft moved with the sound of the strings; it was as if his hands were being used by the weapon as it sliced its way through the pack. Torsos and limbs flew into the air behind him as he mowed down the Grimms, and even they landed in time with the song.

He nodded his head to the music and shifted his weight to bring the pole harm high into the air. He began to place more and more behind the movements of the blade, widening the sphere of destruction even farther. The music came to a halt and so did he, the pole arm sliding through his hand and the blade piercing the neck of the last Alphawolf. With a smirk he snaked his hand around and twisted his arm sending the beasts head flying. He flicked his wrist and pushed a small button on the shaft, collapsing the weapon back down to its carrying form. Putting the weapon back on its holster, he turned back towards the trees and, with an aura assisted jump, landed a few boughs away from where he started. Tapping his com again he spoke.

"This is Wōden, alpha pack is taken care of, the hunt is still good for the night." He waited for a response until a female voice came in over the com.

"This is Neith checking in with Mixy and Oddball," he heard a whack and chuckled trying to figure out which of the two men bopped her upside the head. "Owwwww, fine then meany, Odin and Mixcoatl… we have the secondary packs taken care of. We're good to go on the hunt, lead on Wild."

Wōden smirked as he pulled a small horn from under his left coat and put it to his lips. Several of the larger more dangerous varsities of Grimm were attracted to certain ranges of sounds, most people used this as a range to avoid at all costs, but for this mission, The brown haired huntsmen blew letting the note ring out long and clear as other horns joined in, creating a haunting minor cord that resonated for a moment before a series of roaring sounds filled the air. The cloaked huntsmen smiled as he took off like a bullet from a rifle through the tree tops to meet up with the rest of his team. He reached down and switched the com back to his music as he made his ways along the branches, finally jumping up over the trees and into a large clearing. Seeing the rest of his team break into the clearing, he noted that they were all unharmed as they moved into positions. Odin, spear in hand, landed high on the cliff that took up the entire western face of the clearing, one of the last boundaries before the mountain range that once marked the border of the old kingdom. Neith walked forward, bouncing on her long legs as she twirled her dual khopesh styled blades around with arcs of dust trailing behind spinning blades. Mixcoatl walked next to her, two of his axes in hand and another six strapped on his harness. The air around them seemed to thicken before a loud roaring shriek broke the silence. Looking up at the night sky, Wōden caught a glimpse of glowing red and smiled. They found their prey. He once again blew a long note through the horn and retrieved his weapon.

Three Knightwings circling above the clearing dove towards the sound. The white masks of the Nevermore's distant cousins fully covered their beaks with razor sharp protrusions that, along with their plated hides and armored wings, made the creature twice as intimidating, and three times harder to kill. A large thunder-like boom filled the air and one of the big flying beasties seemed to veer off course and slam directly into the tree line. The ground rose up and twisted itself around the creature, trapping it in a stone cage. The lines of magic runes still glowed along with Neith's eyes; as absent minded as the woman could be, her skill with dust manipulation was frightening. Another clap of thunder and another of the Knightwings was buffeted off course. A pair of axes sailed into each wing as Mixcoatl used his pistols to sail through the air over his target. Sailing over the creature, Mixcoatl fired a round into each of the axes, causing a set of explosions that ripped the wings off of the Grimm.

Odin stood from his snipers perch. He cleared the chamber and shifted his patch over to his left eye. 'That was one and two… wait there were thr…' he never had a chance to finish that thought when the Knightwing rose up and hovered in front of him. He fell back and began emptying rounds into the creature, failing to breath until he saw it fall beneath him. Looking out, he saw the earth cage being swallowed back into the ground and Neith collapsing in exhaustion. He watched as Mixcoatl holstered his last two axepistols and joined her on the ground; it had been a long day. Turning his attention back to his leader, Odin wondered why Wōden was still watching the sky. Following the steel eyed man's gaze Odin felt his jaw drop, it was an honest to god Drachion… there was no way they could kill that.

"Odin, Mixcoatl, get Neith and get the hell back to the dust jet, I'll take care of big dark and scaly." The voice that cracked over the com was calm and confident; there was no way in the world that any Huntsman could take on a full grown Drachion one on one, even if he was fresh. Odin nodded his head and began to jump down from his position; Wōden wasn't any Huntsmen. Odin collapsed snipenir down and slipped the weapon up his sleeve into its sheath. Running forward the sniper threw the woman over his shoulder as he looked at Mixcoatl.

"I'll follow you Brighteyes." Mixcoatl laughed as he turned to his usually silent sniper companion. Slit pupils and gold Iris full of mirth, leopard tail swishing under his gray coat.

"Come on Short Stuff, let's get sleeping beauty here away from this area while the boss does his superman thing." The two men bolted as they heard the roar of the Drachion.

Wōden had a smirk on his face as he felt his team get to a safe area. Reaching up to his neck he unlocked the clasp and let his cloak fall to the forest floor revealing the light armor and thigh plates, all seemingly carved out of some sort of grey metal with darker grey accents. Shifting his free hand around his back he unhooked a second weapon that unfolded to be a twin of the axe already released. With a flick of each wrist the larger main blades seemed to split in half along the edge and unfolded before the pointed cap of the toppers moved forward revealing a large barrel, as a trigger mechanism came out of the shaft a light click informed him the cartridges were in place. Looking up and smirking, Wōden pulled the triggers and lightning flew into the sky; the resounding clap of thunder could be heard for miles. A team of three hunters looked back at the sight the one woman in the group whistled.

"What unlocked the Wild King?" she didn't get an answer as her teammates led her on.

Wōden walked forward blades spinning around his body in a near invisible blur his eyes glowed a deep crimson as the downed behemoth of a creature reared its head back, ready to lunge. Its white armor covered almost its entire body, but it was slow on the ground and without its wings it became matter of placement. Shooting forward as the Drachion lunged, he swung the axes: once, twice, three times and the creature's head fell away from its long neck. Looking up at the cliff the team leader sighed and tapped his ear com. Hoping he didn't fry it he waited for a response.

"Sup boss, done being B.S.B.A.?" the female voice made him smile slightly.

"Double back around Hunters, looks like Team STEL is getting relocated."

Upon the ridge of the cliff a man in a long hooded cloak stood a long handled scythe behind his back at the ready.

HUNTERS DATABASE: Team STEL (Pronunciation STEEL)

Sanato Yddraiggoch—Leader—Close Combat and BSTE (Big Scary Thing Eliminator)

Codename: Wōden

Race: Human

Height: 6'3"

Weight:195 lbs

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Grey

Call sign: Wōden

Aura Color: Crimson Red

Weapon: Ascalon's Wrath Mass Destruction Systems

Halberd Form: Long polearm weapon with a large long axe blade on one side and a smaller upward curved blade on the other with a long sharp blade between the two

Anti-Matter Cannon Form: the main Larger blade splits along the edge and the blade flips forward creating a firing tripod for the single shot cannon uses a full Canister of purified dust as its cartridge and when activated fires one shot powerful enough to blow a valley into a mountain, depending on the charge has a chance of a secondary effects, EMP if electric attack, Firestorm if a fire round… ECT

Terran Nidhog—Sniper and Tracker

Codename: Odin

Race: Human

Height: 5'1

Weight: 142 lbs

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye color: Blue

Call sign: Odin

Aura Color: A pale Blue

Weapon: Snipenir Single shot Long range System

Rifle mode: High powered Bolt action single shot rifle with high powered scope linked to a false eye as well as a pair of drones

Spear form: Long pointy and gets the job done

Evlyn Wadjet—Mage and close combat

Code name: Neith

Race: Human

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 160 lbs

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green

Call sign: Neith

Weapon: Apep Dual Focus Combat system

Apep: Dual curved bladed weapons that can be combined to form a staff like weapon, because the edge runs along the inside of the curve it is also used as almost a sling to hurl some forms of magic especially elemental based large distances, the dual blades ensure versatility with the option to control between one and four spells simultaneously. Also wickedly sharp and combat ready.

Luk Quetzalcoatl—Crowd Control and support

Call sign: Mixcoatl

Race: Faunus (Leopard Faunus)

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 175

Hair color: Black Ears and tail are both leopard patterned

Eye color: Gold

Call sign: Mixcoatl

Weapon: Blasthawk multiple combat Array system

Blasthawk: A set of pistols with butts instead of grips and axe blades running along the bottom edge of the barrel and stock, uses an older feed carbine style stock feed instead of magazines they are cheap to make (for a huntsmen's weapon) and have to be so because their high chance of being used as part of a spell array that will end with a bang and a loss of the weapon. Balanced to cover all three areas well but not one perfectly, Throwing close combat and shooting.


So here's the deal I need OC's with the combination of holiday chaos, work, school, and an active social life I'm tapped when it comes to characters for right now, but you, you few, you merry, merry few, you have in your minds my salvation, by reading this you're a RWBY fan, by reading this you are not just a casual watcher but a true fan, and as such you most likely have a character in your mind, you might not even know he's there, you might have a team even laying in wait, for their time for fame. So below will be a template, one per character and please PM me. DISCLAIMER the second I get your ok to use said character it will fall to one of us to decide if said character will be a hero, a villain, a merc, or a prince, I would love you're input to a point but please don't send a character who is the secret king of Vytale, son of Ozpin and Goodwitch... not... gonna... happen... Anywho, love ya guys and thanks for reading, feel free to drop a review or send a pm with thoughts on the story, what am I doing write or wrong.

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