Remnant was a constant battlefield. The great war had been dragging on for the last half Milenia. During this time many dynasties had risen and fallen, Cities built in a matter of months and then crushed in days. The threat of the Darkness always looming over man all the while.
The darkness known as the Grimm, they were known to rend grown men's flesh from their bones. Stalk men through out the night, strike when they were weak. Yet even in the face of such darkness men did not focus their blades on them. Choosing to make one another suffer, pillaging, raping, any manner of despicable things that man chose to partake in at the time.
One trully has to wonder who the true monster is in the face of all this. That is not to say that the Grimm are with out fault as they pillage and kill man for sport out of a twisted sense of amusement.
However Jaune doesn't know this. As you see while this isn't the first time Jaune has gone to new world this is the first time that he has gone to one resembling his home in significant way.
Jaune found himself standing in a pile of bodies. Looking down the scion of the Arc family had freaked out thinking that they were reaching out at him like the deziens that lived near the end of time once did. Panic rolling across them, Jaune had figured out soon after that the bodies were dead and were not trying to kill him actively. Perhaps passively with their stench but actively not so much.
Looking around his surrounding Jaune had noticed that the body pile he had been sitting on had been near the wall of a brick structure. Craning his head around Jaune noticed that the structure he had been looking at was a castle.
Wondering if he had found another way into the kingdom of suicide Jaune had raised his gaze to the sky. It was night time, it was bright as there had been a super moon lighting up the sky.
Jaune felt no presence coming from the moon though. All around the moon Jaune could see countless stars cutting across the moon giving him enough visibility to mistake the time of day for a brief moment.
Moving his gaze back to the ground Jaune caught sight of several towers of smoke trailing into the sky.
Moving his gaze toward the castle was rather big enough so to protect several hundred people. Though that begged the question why was he in a pile of bodies if he was in a place that looked like it should've been well protected?
Better yet why was there a pile of bodies in the first place and what was burning? Jaune didn't like where these thoughts were leading him. It was no secret that Jaune didn't like human on human violence, he saw it as a waste of resources first and fore most.
Second against a tide of enemies that seemed to be unending, everybody would be needed. That is, if they didn't want their embers snuffed out before they could become a roaring bonfire.
Jaune was cut out of his thoughts by a cacophony of foot steps behind him. Turning behind him and walking around the corpses that he had been settled in earlier, the young blond saw that their was in front of him a young boy wielding a blade twice his height in front of him.
The child had dirty blonde hair that was cut short with a helmet that had a cover that went across his nose, along with guard that covered the bridge of the child's nose. The child's chest was a leather tunic, washed out black and weathered from years of use. On the child's arms laid a myriad of cuts though the child's hands were covered by fingerless leather gloves. With tan trousers and carmine boots that had once been brown completing the ensemble.
The young child had let out a battle cry and darted towards a crowd that Jaune still had yet to look at. Though that didn't stop Jaune from darting forward as quick as he could to give this kid a chance against the inherently unfair odds.
It didn't take long as the group had already stopped to approach slowly with their weapons drawn. As Jaune touched the child in front of Jaune could briefly see this child's origins. In a series of flashes Jaune had learned that this child's name was Slough. His childhood if you could even call it that had been him fighting. Though he had been seen as a blight for being found in the infected skin flaps of a near maiden who was affiliated with a church.
Jaune didn't know why but he found himself looking at a face that could've been his own. An alternate him he felt was an apt description. It wasn't that they looked similar in anyway, because they did not. Jaune just felt that he and this Slough character could've been the same.
Then in a manner that Jaune didn't understand he was now Slough and Slough was Jaune.
In an instant Jaune was bracing the large sword against his shoulder. The blade had no name because it had been a replacement that was pilfered from a nameless soldier.
Jaune didn't want to put his faith into a blade that had no way to assure him of it's craftsman ship. So Jaune reached behind his back and pulled forward the blade of the Crocea Mors set. Then after the shield.
Deploying the sheath into it's shield mode Slough had been ready to go into combat.
"B-boss he has a Mors mk I set on him! This is the son of the first order, maybe we should rethink this..." A voice called out from the group.
Now that Jaune looked at them he noticed that they were all clad in armor. Full sets of classical unmodified knight armor. This won't be easy Jaune realized.
"That won't be necessary, this was the last man standing in this siege. I won't have all my men die and create a new legend tonight. I, Cardin leader of the Red Cardinal guild shall slay this impudent child where they stand."
Then a giant of a man walks forward. It wasn't even Slough just being young, no this Cardin stood about 6'8".
This Cardin wore full plate armor that completely covered him from head to toe. Though it was extremely rounded even more so than armor designed to take after onions. This armor left little to no holes, and slash attacks were out.
This Cardin was clearly more dangerous than the one at Beacon. Jaune knew that he'd have little chances blocking... So he'd have to move quick if he wanted to win this. Seeing that his foe wasn't too far away Jaune formed his plan of attack.
Jaune moved with no preamble and no motion to give any tells he rolled forwards and launched a jumping attack right hand reared out and shield out to the side slightly exposing his side.
The blade slammed down onto Cardin's mace which he hadn't noticed before. Not letting him breath for a moment, the yellow death left streaks of silver light across Cardin's vision.
'He's fast! Even though he seems to have the strength of a novice right now the dexterity in each movement I-I can't keep up with it.'
Then for a moment the blows let up.
Jaune back steps over the grass with a surprising amount of adaptability to the landscapes dry dirt floor. He then runs forward as Cardin launches a retaliation with his mace. Rolling through the attack, Jaune swipes his blade across Cardin's stomach areas twice. Once diagonally and again horizontally.
Then Cardin thought to launch his counter attack. His mace was quickly raised into the air to come down with explosive force on his opponents noggin.
Then Jaune in a fluid motion of his shield sweeping from the right. It didn't catch the mace but it may as well have.
With a bizarre high pitched bonging sound Cardin's mace was redirected and his footing lost.
From his view however, one instant the armored giant was standing the very next he was looking into the eyes of his executor. He was frozen in place, he couldn't move... Then the blade descended carving through his armor. 'impossible it's meant to be unbreakable-!' blade then punctured through Cardin's padding armor below. 'Is this the end...? It hurts it hurts a lot. And I am feeling cold now...', Crocea Mors had punctured all the way through Cardin's chest piece.
Withdrawing the blade from his riposte Jaune lifted his shield into a guard and not a moment too soon as a blade slammed into in robbing him of some of his stamina.
Turning to observe the foe in knight armor he found that the only difference between it and other sets that he had seen was that both shoulders were covered by metal opposed to one.
They seemed to be the same, meaning that they were probably a military of sorts.
Jaune rolled forward pass the knight who just attacked him. Then kicked his legs out from beneath him. As the knight's knees crashed into the ground the blade of Crocea Mors raked along his back from his left hip to his right shoulder.
Shearing through the armor with more ease than Jaune thought he would have, he bought the blade back down cutting from the left shoulder to the right the foe with a cut that went across the back of the neck Jaune took notice of the knights, they were swinging away with reckless abandon.
Fanning his shield across his chest as quick as he possibly could in a hasty parry. His shield easily batting all the swords away, although it didn't actually touch more than half of them.
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Then all the soldiers laid sprawled out on the grass looking up at Jaune in abject fear. Unable to move not even for a lack of trying: they were stuck on the ground paralyzed.
Jaune then took out the great sword from earlier and swung the giant blade in a circle slaying knights around him.
The surrounding knights that numbered over 30 had rushed him trying to overwhelm him.
Jaune switched over to Crocea Mors. Then he began to charge into the fray. Rolling and executing back stab combos with all the ferocity of a bear awoken from it's sleep.
Winter Schnee was person with an ambition. To make it to the top of the world, and rule it. She did not care what had to be done to get there. So she built herself up, and created a mercenary guild.
She would and had sold her younger siblings multiple times if she had too. After all making her way to the top requires money. Often times she could never have enough.
That doesn't mean that she was a monster to her family no; she'd always lead a raid and destroy those she had to whore her siblings out to shortly after.
Winter admired power more than anything else. Power in the world of combat that they lived in meant everything. Through this view point Winter had convinced many of people to follow her. That following her would lead them to power and victory.
With that mindset ingrained into her person it was no surprise that when she came across a young warrior wielding a Mk 1 Mors blade slaying what had to have been over 30 knights with relatively few wounds she knew: 'I want him...'. There was too much potential in a young combatant that could slay knight's in full plate armor before they had even reached the bulk of puberty.
Bringing her band away from the battlefield so that they wouldn't be targeted, Winter began devising a plan.
Winter had a hunch that the young knight would likely make his way down the southern road. This was because the road was by the plains for the most part where visibility would be optimal for travel
The roads had hills and rocky cliffs surrounding them from there she would employ a rather simple pinch maneuver. With her archers on both sides of the road it would be a cinch to cut him off.
From there barricading the road with cavalry lance units would be enough to pin him down.
Jaune was finally finished slaying his opponents. The fight had been extremely easy with all the parry bait he was given.
One would think that they wouldn't try to use group attacks after the first time had allowed the young knight to slay the first contingent of knights.
Jaune had made his way back toward the wall that he had been by before. Noticing a flight of stairs that would take him to the top of the castle.
As he made his way up to the top of the stairs Jaune had noticed something. Crocea Mors was cracking, that had never happened before in the generations it'd been employed by the Arcs. How did tha- 'Our blade is breaking because no uses white- Ireel to forge a Mors blade. It's a dated method that would always work on beasts, but men are monsters that require something stronger to put them down.'
The voice speaking to him was Slough's knowledge. Jaune had almost forgotten that he wasn't in his body.
Pressing on from his inner musings Jaune had noticed that now that he was looking at the sky. The moon seemed to be splitting into two.
For breif moment Jaune thought 'that's-' Then he thought no more...
The moon- It never feels the same way twice a month, nor is the power it emanates ever the same in that time frame.
Remnant- A small remaining piece of a much larger whole. Hunters in the wilds often look into the water and it seems that another world is just beyond the surface. Where they go no one knows but, sometimes things come through on their own.
