At last, the final introduction! Welcome the team leader with open arms, guys.
I shall start chapter one immediately. I already have three pages filled with notes and plans, so it shouldn't take too long.
Enjoy! :D
It is nightfall in the crimson-covered forest of Forever Fall. The forest is silent, the only sound filling the night being the whispering wind.
Footsteps echo through the night, each shuffle followed by the rattling of chains. In the depths of the shadows, a figure comes into view.
A slender, muscular build. Pale skin. A black leather motorcycle jacket left unzipped over a grey t-shirt. Black jeans with silvery chains rattling against the side of the right leg with every move of the hips. Black leather military boots. Fingerless leather gloves with holes at each knuckle and on the back of the palm. Shaggy hair as dark as night falls over eyes kept shut.
The figure makes its way to the clearing. In this wide clearing, there is a pack of beowolves, but she is well aware. She can hear them. She can hear their snarls, barks, and howls when they catch sight of her.
She stops walking and casually reaches over her shoulder, her hand grasping the handle of her weapon. Opening her eyes, fiery orange-gold orbs pierce the darkness of the night as she glares at the Grimm. The beowolves stare back at her and snarl, baring their teeth.
Little do they know that they are staring into the eye of the storm.
She draws her weapon, a sword with a four-foot-long by one-foot-wide blade and a shining golden guard that merges with the sword's wide flat. The handle is wrapped in a fabric that creates a perfect diamond pattern down the grip, crimson red above and gold underneath. "Come at me, ya little shits," she growls, the tone of her voice low and husky, almost like a male's. She spins the huge sword effortlessly in her hand and then rests the back of the blade on her shoulder.
Several beowolves charge at her, their eyes glowing a deep hollow red. She stands her ground, not moving a muscle until they are within her reach. In a single slash, three cleanly severed beowolf heads hit the ground at her feet. The following slash splits one beowolf in half. Whipping around to face the two Grimm behind her, she thrusts her blade into the first one's chest and then uses its body to hammer the other one, sending them both flying into a tree.
Suddenly one beowolf leaps at her from her left side. She casually switches hands, slashing the blade down from its shoulder diagonally down its black fur-covered body. The beowolf collapses with blood and gore spilling out from the fatal gash.
She rests the back of her blade on her shoulder again with a snort. "And here I thought this would be worth my time."
She turns to face the rest of the pack, a group so massive that she can't count them all. She lost track at forty-three. They all charge at her with their teeth bared.
With a deadpan stare, she says, "Again, here I thought this would be worth my time."
She sheathes her sword and activates her semblance. Her eyes now ablaze and glowing fiercely, she winds back her right arm, concentrating her energy into the center of her palm.
She waits patiently for the right time to strike. The Grimm are getting closer and closer, but still, she waits.
Two hundred feet…
One hundred feet…
Fifty feet…
Ten feet…
And…Now!
Just as one beowolf is about to swipe at her, she thrusts her arm forward and towards the ground, a sudden uncontrollable raging fire erupting from the palm of her hand. The entire pack gets engulfed in the fury of the flames that dance wildly in the air.
Shoving her hands into her jean pockets, she turns to walk away, but then, remembering that she needs to clean up her mess, she extends one arm towards the still raging fires, absorbing it all through the palm of her hand, leaving behind ashes in her wake.
She turns to walk away, but stops when she spots a familiar face.
The slender young man wears his usual attire, a blue button down short-sleeved shirt left unbuttoned over a white beater, blue jeans, a grey belt, and white sneakers. Shaggy blue hair. Deep blue eyes. And his typical wide grin to top it all off. "Hey, Raiden!" he beams.
A small friendly smile crosses Raiden's face. "Hey, Yuki."
Just a quick note: Fire is only HALF of her semblance. Here's a hint to what the other half of her semblance is:
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Lol You really thought I was gonna tell you, didn't ya? :P Hahaha. Nope, you're just going to have to wait until chapter one (or two, I might just make you guys wait. Depends on how long the first chapter ends up when I finish it).
You can try to guess what the other half is, but I'm not going to tell you whether you are right or wrong. Feel free to guess anyway if you really want to.