Hello! I know... I know its been quite a while since last chapter. Just deal with it... or make up your own story XD. (Please do we need variation on in the METRO X RWBY crossover section.)

Anyways with that acknowledgement out of the way. Please read the AN at end of chapter I have a small question to ask readers pertaining to... ehh well you see at the end.

Kaioo: Yeah I refer you to re watch volume 1 can't recall the name of the episode of hand but its when Jaune is getting beat by team Cardinal. His aura wasn't active at all until through will power he was eventually able to active it.

DoomsDayguy12345: Well I did not consider that directly but perhaps... indirectly... after volume 1... hint hint... wink wink... (Make of that what you will readers XD)


The rampaging eight legged creature kept up its speed. Smashing through thin trees that were in the way. Its equally fast yet more limber target doing its best to leap, slide, and dodge incoming tree stumps and claws.

The long haired red head at times lifted her shield and threw it at other tree stumps that would either slow her down too much if she were to jump over or slide under. It was then that the Dark One noticed something amazing. At least by human standards. The shield would always return to its master. Seemingly with a mind of its own finding a path through the air that would always lead to Pyrrha's arm.

'Interesting.' He thought.

There was no doubt that the bronze clad red head was in top shape despite having been running for several minutes, she had yet to even start trickling any sweat. The Dark One on the other hand was beginning to tire. Despite having been caught asleep by Artyom that morning it had tried to make an honest effort at staying awake.

This meant that despite falling asleep he had not quite caught as many ZZZ's. Adding onto the fact that they were in a constant state of fear and anxiety made for a very tired Dark One.

As the cave was left behind the Dark One began to get a very familiar feeling, a sense perhaps, much like it had when first discovering the creature known as Pyrrha. The same feeling after the mutant known as Jaune had unlocked his 'Aura'.

A feeling of closeness, 'comrades perhaps?' A feeling that simply could not be ignored, especially if this girl was to survive; remaining hidden he reached out once more to aid the running girl.

"Turn to your left… others can help you in that direction." Or so the Dark One hoped.

Pyrrha's eyes once more went wide as she ran, 'Why? Did all my intense training finally make me mad?! Have I cracked under the pressure?! Is this the price for being on a pedestal of fame and glory?!'

'Please just listen to what I say.' Thought the Dark One in a hopeful tone.

Whether or not the champion girl went off the deep end after hearing a gentle, yet childlike voice in her head was no longer in question as she surprised even herself as she complied with the order, 'Umm.. okay well the voices in my head haven't gotten me killed yet' she reasoned. 'after this initiation is over. I will have to talk about this with a professional though.' She compromised mentally.


Several minutes ago.

"WEISS! We are never going to get to the relic at this rate!"

With a short groan that was uncharacteristic of the heiress she responded, "Fine then what bright idea do you have?"

"Umm…" the red cloaked huntress in training looked in all directions, finding that only an expansive forest greeted her in those same directions.

As the elegant heiress impatiently awaited a response a large shadow flew directly overhead, blocking the sunlight for each of them for the slightest of seconds, prompting both girls to look up. The cloaked girl looked to the Schnee heiress, a large smile on her face.

"I have an idea!"

"What?" The heiress asked confusion in her voice. The Heiress did not have the slightest clue as to what the dolt had in mind, but whatever it was she doubted that she'd like it.


Within the Bowels of a giant serpent.

Artyom looked to the timer on his hand. It had now been about 10 minutes since he had been eaten. He found out soon enough that the Serpents digestive acids were thankfully very weak. Even further it had now been 2 minutes since the creature had stopped all movements.

The faint sounds of gun fire had been halted after hearing what he guessed to be an explosion of some kind. Looking at his timer he saw that he still had about 3 minutes worth of air. He had spent the last few minutes stabbing at the black serpentine creature that had swallowed him attempting to break out but the flesh proved to be too thick and slippery to do any significant progress.

Thus now that the muscle contractions had ended and were no longer pushing him further down he instead opted for squeezing his way out the way he came in. His progress however was very slow. He had no idea how much further he had to push through the motionless muscle. To escape to fresh air. After only another minute of his struggling he noticed that his next hand-hold of flesh only caught onto black fog.

Within the next second he found that he was no longer laying within the bowels of a serpent but on the ground in the same clearing that he had gotten eaten in. Slowly he stretched out his limbs and picked himself off the floor.

Looking around he found himself to be alone. 'I swear I heard gunfire…'

Looking at his hand he realized that he still held on to the arrow bolt he was using to try and stab his way out of the serpent that had eaten him before. At his feet he found his Helsing. Kneeling down to pick it up he looked it over before slamming in the final arrow bolt and pumping the air canister to full pressure. After checking and reloading his revolver he set off walking in the direction of the building the dark one had spotted the day before.


"What are you talking about? What idea?!"

The red cloaked huntress extended her scythe. Promptly swinging it at a nearby tree it tumbled in one fell swoop!

"Timber!" she cheered.

"What are you doing!?" Demanded the heiress as Ruby once more swung down onto the tree cutting out a stump from the same tree.

"This!" Switching back Crescent Rose into its gun form she aimed towards the black shadow in the sky. Widening her stance to prepare herself for the recoil.

"Ruby!?..."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The shadow took notice immediately as three rounds hit its neck. Giving it plenty of notice as to where the shots came from. Just as it began to turn a thick brown object smashed into its face. Splintering in all directions. The Nevermore found itself dazed by the sudden impact requiring it to do a quick landing to get its bearings once more.

"Ow! Trees hurt…" The young scythe wielder shortly rubbed her sore leg.

Wide eyed at the stunt the reaper just pulled off she was about to unleash verbal fury, before being interrupted by the same girl.

"Let's GO!" Ruby grabbed the scowling heiress, surprising her once more as she found herself being dragged not unlike the manner she had dragged Ruby earlier that day when she had stumbled into the dimwit of a knight, Jaune. However this was at a much faster pace.

"Come on get up! We're going to miss it!"

"What are you talking about!?" questioned Weiss.

"Grab on!" Yelled out the red huntress as she nearly threw the white huntress at the black colored avian which had now regained its bearings and was taking off. Weiss held on dumbfounded at what was happening. Ruby right behind her.

"What?" uttered the Schnee heiress as the next second she found herself holding on for dear life as both huntresses were in the air!

"YOU INSANE DOLT!"

It wasn't long before Artyom found the ruins he was looking for. What did surprise him however was the fact that they were not abandoned.. Keeping his distance he observed what appeared to be two girls. Lightly armed. If at all. One of them was a black haired girl with a bow.

A cleaver like object hanging from her back. The other a blonde and rather well-endowed girl, at least when considering her rather curvaceous figure. The Girls bodacious bod might have kept the Spartan's attention for several more seconds if only his attention wasn't more enraptured at the fact that her hair was blonde!

Sure he had heard of them before but never in his life had he actually seen one. At least not that he remembered. All the Slavic people he had ever met within the metro and out of it had black hair. Occasionally he would see red heads, and brunettes but this was his first time seeing a blonde since the before the war, and damn was it some blonde!

A thought for later he decided after hearing a rumbling and some… "Yeehaws!"?

"Shit." He mumbled to himself as he quickly climbed the nearest tree hoping to hide from whatever was coming this time. As he approached the second set of branches on the tree a loud scream was heard.

Shooting his gaze skyward, he found the origin. It was the same flying angel he had seen earlier the one dressed in white with blue jeans, 'Can he fly?' Artyom questioned himself as he noticed the trajectory of the flight path was…

Straight for him!

"Shit, Shit, SHIT!" he grumbled as he leapt for another nearby branch in an attempt to dodge the incoming teen. Just as he did so another figure fell from the sky colliding with the white armoured teen. A young girl in a black shirt and skirt with a red cloak. Both flaying bodies hit the trees with a loud crack. Both covered in some colored hue surrounding their bodies.

'Oh shit… they're dead!' Artyom thought, 'no human could survive such an impact.'

Or so he thought.

Imagine his surprise when both hunter and huntress in training grumbled and began to shake off the impact, 'They must be some kind of mutants!' Artyom concluded as he went for the Bastard gun slung across his back.

Taking aim in haste however made too much noise, enough for the huntress to look up from the branch she was on across to the tree next to her and to the barrel of the weird weapon held by the armoured individual.

"Ruby? What happened to…" asked the recovering blonde haired teen.

'Holy hell he's blonde too!' forcing his mind back on to the situation at hand Artyom kept his aim steady. The Reaper kept her gaze steady as well not uttering a single response to her blonde friend.

"Ruby...what are you…" Jaune began as he followed her intense gaze. His eyes widened. 'Who was this guy? More importantly why was he aiming his gun at them?'

'Who the hell are these people… why are they just looking at me? They are mutants right? Strange humanoid mutants…'

"Don't!" commanded a much calmer voice. One that was… right beside Artyom on the same branch! Holding up what appeared to be some weird pistol. Having what might have been a bayonet attached to… the top of the gun? The black bow wearing girl glared daggers at the Spartan.

"Ruby…" yet another voice. The bombastic blonde called out to her sister. As she held up her hands the whirring gears of Ember Celica, arming itself was heard.

A single click as the round cocked itself now ready to fire. "Keep calm…" She too glared at Artyom. Her eyes felt more like swords though. They all stayed in the same positions as their standoff carried on for two more seconds.

"I'm alerting field staff, they need to intervene!"

"Wait, he hasn't fired yet! It might just be caution."

"What if it isn't!?" questioned Glynda.

"Then we save who we can, they are training to be hunters and huntresses after all." The headmaster reasoned. "Besides the next person to fall in will decide what we do."

"Uhh… guys… Why don't we just…" Attempted the White knight, until they heard a fifth voice make itself known. Or was it perhaps a yell of frustration?

"RUBY YOU IDIOT!" Screamed a falling Weiss.

"Oh man!" Exclaimed the blonde night as he jumped out of the tree and semi-successfully caught the heiress. With his back...

"Hmph… my hero…" she remarked sarcastically.

"My back" he groaned in pain.

"Yeehaw!" Screamed out the familiar voice once more. Crashing through the trees an Ursa Major appeared growling and roaring defiantly in challenge before crumpling down to the ground dead. A cheering ginger haired girl visible on top of the Ursa.

"Aww… I think it's broken…" she reported sadly as she examined it from all directions in a flurry of movement. From behind the Ursa a gasping hunter made himself known.

"Nora… don't do that again…" breathed out the tired hunter. Looking off the ground to his Ginger haired partner beside him. He found… nothing…

"Ooh ooh… is this some kind of a cowboy stand off?" she questioned out loud. "Looks so cool… of course be careful with those guns but still… hmm you know I kinda wanna join in!" She announced pulling at the grenade launcher she had at her back. Maghnild playful aiming at all the people present. As its wielder smiled ecstatically. "Surrender and tell me where the Lien is or else Blondie here gets it" She threatened playfully.

"Nora!"

"Yes?"

"I don't think they are playing…"

"Of course they are silly!"

'Just what the hell is going on here?' Thought the Spartan in the tree.

CRASH! A tree was uprooted as the eight legged freak Spider bug smashed yet another one out of its way.

Pyrrha still on the move dodged yet another swipe of its claw.

"Pyrrha!" yelled out a worried Arc.

'That thing is going to kill us if we don't start running.' Artyom thought as he slowly slung back his Bastard Gun and raised his hands in the air. The Faunus hiding in plain sight lowered her pistol as well. Still keeping her gaze on the Spartans hands should they reach for any weapon. Without a word, the Ranger jumped down to the ground. Bending his knees slightly to absorb the impact.

He was about to break into a sprint away from the spider bug until a red flash tackled him roughly to the ground.

The red huntress coughed struggling to catch her breath. A screech in the air turned the rest of the hunters sight to the nevermore. While the Spartan only looked at the large feather that was stuck into the ground where he was about to run in to, the feather instead had only snagged onto the young girls red cloak.

'Hell… I was almost skewered alive, and she… she saved me. I had them in my sights just a few seconds ago… why did she save me?'

"Ruby!" Yelled out the worried blonde girl. Running over to her side, she immediately pulled out the Feather from the ground releasing the younger girl's cloak. Then promptly giving her a bear hug. "Oooh I'm glad you're okay."

"Yang… you're… crushing… my… windpipe…" Ruby gagged.

"Guys that monster is getting closer!" Jaune pointed out to the rest of the hunter and lone Spartan.

"Did she just run all the way here with a Deathstalker on her tail?" questioned an unbelieving Blake as she jumped down from the branch.

"Artyom!" A telepathic voice spoke out to him alone.

'Don't show yourself.' He thought almost instinctually.

"I haven't… but it did guide the bronze girl here. I think her name is Pyrrha."

'What!?' Thought Artyom his eyes going wide through his visor.

"She has not seen me!"

'Good' Artyom breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uhhmm.", Artyom grunted. "I don't know who you all are, but we must get going NOW!"

Everyone stood quiet for a second as Artyom spoke his first words to them. The feline Faunus was the first to respond. "He is right we should all get going… and don't forget your relics!"

"Oh right!" responded Ruby. She ran to the circular arena shaped ruins to pick up some unknown object. Artyom wasn't sure what they were as he was much more preoccupied looking up to the feathered Demon in the sky. Nora and Jaune beside her grabbed their own relics as well.

"Stupid, stupid how could I think that stinger was the relic!?" the White Knight berated himself in a quiet mumble.

"Come on Ruby, stick close to me" The older sister commanded. With that said all of them began running. As if to signal those into action the threatening cry of the Nevermore could be heard screeching at them as it began to chase along with the Deathstalker via air and ground.

Pyrrha herself pushed her body harder to catch up to her comrades doing so within a few seconds.

All nine individuals ran through the forest using the trees as cover from the Nevermore and to slow down the Deathstalker. For most, an unknown dark child followed close beside them within the trees.

Jumping from the thicker foliage to the next patch of thick foliage. As the Deathstalker chased them however they found themselves in a clearing in front of a much larger ruin than they had found before. Around those ruins there was a huge cavern with an old stone bridge that lead away from the cliff side to said ruin.

"Wait! That bridge isn't safe" warned Jaune.

The Deathstalker screeched menacingly as it began to toss away the few remaining trees in its way. Each one crashing loudly into other trees.

"We have to fight! Or risk falling to our deaths on a weak bridge." Artyom Recommended.

"Let's do this!" agreed the Red Rose.

"Everyone without weapons just stand back!" commanded the Spartan. Fully expecting the two sisters, Nora and Pyrrha to do so immediately. When none did he was about to repeat himself before Ruby launched herself seemingly gliding across the forest floor towards the Deathstalker.

'What?!' Just then, everything slowed. At least for what felt to the Spartan like several seconds before he heard the voice of his partner once more.

"I will help you see."

As the world kept moving in slow motion, Artyom could make out the various colorings of emotions from all the fighters. If any of the other's would have looked in through his helmet at his eyes they would have seen darkness. A darkness that mimicked that of the Dark One's own eyes. Everyone was surprisingly red in the face of these monsters. Save for the Blonde male. He showed a strange orange. 'Fear and commitment?'

Ruby pulled on Crescent Rose off her back mid-way to her target surprising Artyom as the weapon fully extended revealing itself to be a rather large scythe. 'Lady Death's Weapon?!' Even further surprise was given when Ruby fired of a single round in order to boost her momentum the last few yards to the Deathstalker, 'It's a gun too?!'

"Ruby don't!" yelled out her older sister a tad too late.

Ruby swung her large scythe making contact with the Deathstalkers tough armour and effectively bouncing off without a scratch.

The Deathstalker began its counterattack swiftly as it swung its claws this way and that attempting to corner and hit the nimble girl. Ruby ducked, leaped, sidestepped and overall evaded all attacks until Nora being the energetic girl she was could resist no longer joining in to the fray. With Yang right behind ready to give her baby sis some cover.

In the meantime the rest of the combatants all aimed their weapons sky high, save for Jaune, that wondered and looked upon the battles happening before him much like Artyom had found himself doing. Rounds of bullets soared into the sky pounding on the Nevermores feathered body.

Of them one more got Artyom's attention. The girl in the white dress, with the Rapier. Aiming it sky high a circular shape formed out of thin air, then released a flurry of unknown energy bolts to aid in the onslaught that befell the Nevermore.

The Giant avian Grimm however did not take the shots without a response. Stabilizing itself in the air, it flapped it wings and let loose a shower of black feathers. Each with the plume shooting down at incredible speeds. The feathers hit the ground around all the Hunters and the Spartan.

Thunk, thunk, thunk…

Thanking the enhanced Reflexes given to him momentarily by the Dark One, Artyom found it relatively easy to dodge the incoming fire. To his pleasant surprise he found everyone else dodging with the same ease. With Pyrrha at times stepping in to shield Jaune from an incoming feather with Akuou, or to push him out of the way when he moved too slowly, 'What the hell, How is her arm ok after that attack?'

"I think, it is aura"

'Aura?'

"A strange power these…" The Dark One considered what to call these new allies. "humans… have." The Dark One making sure to leave out the sentiment that all the fighters gave off for him.

Nora kept busy slamming away incoming claw attacks while Ruby was trying her hardest to take out the legs, and Yang kept on firing blasts of energy, 'Or perhaps incendiary rounds?' From… 'Her fists?!' At any small opening within the Deathstalker's defense.

Deciding that he had spent enough time watching his newly found allies Artyom decided it was time to step in. Just as he heard the very bane of his existence. A strong and long howl into the sky.

Looking back to the forest behind the Deathstalker and three fighting girls there was yet another pack of those werewolf like creatures. Unified they gave of another howl to signify their charge.

Shouldering the Bastard Gun he began to fire off short bursts. Each with the intent to kill aiming for the chest or higher on each incoming Beowolf. The bow wearing huntress joined him on his right, with the stoic martial artists on his left, each with their weapons drawn and firing.

If Artyom didn't know better he would have thought he was back in the Metro tunnels fighting of a station attack by a horde of Nosalis. What with the gunfire and howls heard as the Beowolves slowly began to surround them.

While all this happened this left the Nevermore to contend with the white battle skirt wearing heiress and four time Mistral champion. All the meanwhile Weiss mumbling something about the Nevermore being Ruby's fault.

When it came down to the Nevermore and the Deathstalkers the fighters facing them were able to hold the beasts off. However on the Beowolves front the fight was turning one sided. 'These werewolves have us surrounded.'

"Behind You ...AHH!" screamed out Jaune as he plunged his sword into the back of a Beowolf that had managed to sneak around Artyom. Pulling out on the blade he stood in shock at his accomplishment.

"I did it…" he said glancing at Crocea Mors, and then to the dissolving Beowolf.

Just as he looked back to the Spartan he saved his blood went cold, a small knife missing his head by inches.

"Yealpwaee!" gurgled a stumbling beowolf behind Jaune as it fell clutching at its throat. Artyom ran quickly to the fallen werewolf brandishing his Bastard gun he let out a round into its head. Leaning down he pulled out the throwing knife before it could dissolve.

"Stay focused!" Artyom advised before adding a "Thank you " Standing up he rejoined the bow wearing girl as she pulled Gambol Shroud back to her out of one of the Beowolves.

"There is too many!" yelled Ren as he swatted aside an incoming paw, then slashing at the Beowolve's midsection with the bladed ends of his weapon. Finally kicking the dissolving corpse away, in order to get ready for the next one.

Despite these children's immense skill, Artyom could still clearly see that all of them were slowly getting pushed back to the bridge leading to the ruins in the middle of the large chasm.

'Dark One, are you still listening to my thoughts?'

"Yes"

'Good, if you spot other enemies we miss, call them out'

"You are sure?"

'Yes, we have to coordinate better, all of them are great warriors, but they do not fight as one. Look around the monsters are very numerous. A lot more than what you and I saw yesterday.'

Nodding his head, he began to observe much more closely than before looking for any would be ambush.

"Everyone we have to pull back!" Commanded Jaune.

"Hold on! Ruby and I almost got this wannabe spider!" Yelled out Yang as she proceeded to punch out some of the Deathstalker's legs out from under it. As it stumbled lower it proceeded to jab at the brawler with its stinger before Ruby caught the tail with her extended scythe, damaging the tail yet not quite cutting through.

"Yang he is right we have to get back."

"Nora, distract the Nevermore!" Yelled out Ren.

"Okay!" Nora sang back. Switching her hammer, Maghnild, into its grenade launcher form.

"Jaune to your left! Raise your shield!"

Heeding the warning Jaune lifted his shield in time to block the downward swipe of an Ursa. The Ursa recoiled back in order to try and smash through the blondes defenses again. Until a red and bronze spear impaled the Ursa's neck; a speedy round shield imbedding itself partially through its armoured skull. Before the feet of the Mistral Champion met with and further pushed in the shield.

"You okay Jaune?" asked the worried Champion, after having pushed of the shield and landing beside him.

"Uhh... yeah thanks."

Promptly pulling back her weapons from the Ursa Pyrrha began to escort Jaune towards the bridge. "Good reflexes by the way."

"Reflexes?... oh yeah thanks." 'I was just doing what the voice told me. Is that what aura is? A voice in your head? Crud. what did I get myself into when Pyrrha unlocked my aura?'

"If you have a plan just think it." commanded the disembodied voice.

'What?!'

"If you have a plan simply think it" it repeated.

'I'm speaking to myself in my head… crap… I've gone off the deep end.'

"Listen Jaune, just concentrate, when you have something just think about it, your friends will know what to do."

Jaune began to leer at all the hunters and huntresses currently around him. He realized something, they all had a look of confusion within his head. One that was etched onto his own.

'Is everyone hearing this?' Jaune wondered.

"Yes."

BOOM! A good shot by Nora hit the Nevermore dead center mass. It flapped hap-hazardly as four dust infused blasts of aura hit its left wing in quick succession. The Heiress let a small smile escape her lips as all her shots hit the same spot. The Wing injured enough after all four blasts hit the wing right where its tendon met its Metacarpus.

The left wing instinctively crumpled in itself. Flapping ever violently with its one good right wing it began to lose ground. Slowly it aimed its decent to the ruins in the center of the chasm. Opening both its wings it managed to slow itself before the pain of extending its wounded wing caused it to retreat it back to its center mass. It landed on the Ruins with a loud thud. Still very much alive as it gave out a screech in anger.

With Ruby, the young reaper of a huntress was utterly confused. Not more than several seconds ago she had heard a voice out of nowhere that had asked her to think of a plan to fend off their attackers. Now she had not heard from the voice again but what could they do.

"Yang let's get back for now!" pleaded the Reaper.

The blonde brawler growled for the slightest of moments before conceding to her younger sister's command. If only due to the fact that she too was startled not so long ago by a voice asking her to come up with a plan to save them all from certain death.

She had eagerly replied to the voice stating that she had a plan. That she was going to punch her way out of this situation. Not very detailed, but at least the Dark One had to admit, she was very brave.

The young reaper looked left and right. With Artyom, Blake and Ren, they seemed to be slowly getting pushed through sheer number of beowolves. Not to mention the new front opened by an equally large group of Ursa's. That front currently being handled by Pyrrha and Jaune.

Jaune getting in a few stabs when the opportunities would present itself, mostly sticking right behind the swinging spear/sword that was constantly impaling and slicing through the bear like creatures thanks to Pyrrha's skill.

'Shit shit shit' thought Artyom, as fatigue was slowly coursing through his body. 'Anyone come up with any plans yet?' he questioned his hidden comrade. Dropping an empty clip, Artyom began to slide in a new one through the side of the bastard gun before pulling out his trusty Revolver from its holster at his thigh and letting loose on the werewolves that got to close.

He kept at it until the red warm glow from the bastard gun's barrel began to subside. Once more shouldering the weapon, he began yet another barrage of controlled bursts.

"Yes! The youngest. I believe they called her Ruby" reported the hidden Dark One.

'Good… let everyone know.'


Atop the beacon academy cliffs

"Sir, perhaps we should halt this initiation short. The amount of Grimm a much higher concentration than what was expected. They already have the relics after all."

"Hmm, perhaps you are right." acknowledged the Headmaster.

"I'll notify the Staff." Responded the telekinetic sorceress.

"Wait… look" halted the Headmaster almost immediately. The Headmasters assistant brought her scroll to her face once more to look at what the Headmaster saw. Her expression changing from one of worry and slight annoyance to one of surprise.

Artyom hoped they wouldn't be startled by hearing the voices in their head but to their credit he found out soon enough that they would not let this new phenomenon distract them too much from the current danger. In fact he expected them to start freaking out but in the end something had to be done. Else they loose on any one of the fronts they currently had open.

Artyom still had no idea who they all were, or why they were in the forest with him in the first place. Then again, he had no clue how he arrived to where ever he was, nor what these fantastical creatures are despite a few similarities to some of those found in the Metro.

Sparing a glance, he noticed the look of confusion on everyone's face as a plan was quickly relayed to them all. A plan that Artyom soon realized would require quite a bit of coordination. The four huntresses in training all agreed on their portions of the plan without uttering a single word.

The disguised Faunus made a mad dash using various shadow apparitions to boost her speed. Her destination the Deathstalker currently engaged by Ruby and Yang. Similarly, the Hammer wielder disengaged the Nevermore temporarily to fire several grenades at the Beowolves. Forcing them to scatter back into the forest to regroup.

Weiss also disengaged the Nevermore for the briefest of moments to switch the dust type she was using on her Rapier to fire dust. To Artyom's yet further surprise with a single swing of the elegant weapon, a wall of flames appeared to block of access to the Ursa pack. Forcing them to retreat much like the Beowolves did before them, if only for a moment.

Giving the red clad scythe-wielder, the opening she wanted.

"Artyom, you need to blind the big bug!"

"Got it!" Artyom responded taking the reprieve from the retreating Beowolves to make a mad dash to the still thrashing Deathstalker. Pulling on his bag, he pulled out his last incendiary grenade. Priming it, he quickly chucked it at the giant Spiderbug's many eyes. Creating a blinding and painful veil of gasoline fueled fire.

The Deathstaker screeched out in pain as it thrashed and slashed and swayed this way and that looking for its prey. One such strike was about to hit Artyom if it wasn't for the timely interruption of a certain blonde haired huntress that met the incoming claw with her own fist as she jumped in front of it. The impact sending a strong shockwave that was felt through Artyom's chest even while standing several feet away from it.

A second swipe of the creatures other claw sped down to the blonde interceptor. However, a single gunshot later made the swipe stop just shy of about a foot from impact. Wrapped around the large claw was a surprisingly resistant black fabric. The fabric leading to the weapon and hands of the black bow wearing girl that only minutes ago had her weapon, Gambol Shroud, in pistol form aimed at the Spartan in the tree.

From above a white angel crashed down onto the detained claw. In her hands the elegant rapier, Myrtenaster, thrust down and then exploding in white and blue. Ice fully encasing the claw and pinning it to the ground. As the still blinded Deathstalker began to realize its inability to move its left claw, it made to swipe at the ice and free itself with the right claw. Still not noticing the blonde girl she sent out another fierce jab that once more shook the very ground around them.

With both claws being entertained the Spartan unslung his Helsing firing off three shots to the screeching spiderbug's face. His shots precise enough for him to subsequently use them as stepping platforms onto the creature's large exoskeleton of a back. Jumping over the flames he landed holding onto his Revolver in one hand and the Bastard Gun in the other. Aiming both weapons at the damaged tail he began to unload both weapons until yet another blur this time red went right over his head and past the Deathstalker.

An audible, 'schwing!' Being the only sound that is heard when the young reapers weapon sliced of the pointed end of the tail. With renewed strength and pain the Deathstalker began to buck much more wildly desperately trying to find its prey and end it before it suffers any more damage. Knocking off the barbed tail and Artyom to the side. With a quick side roll Artyom managed to evade getting impaled by the giant creatures pointed legs.

"Yang, go!" shouted the young red tipped brunette.

"Got it!" she promptly responded "Blake, set me up!"

The mysteriously quite girl threw out her Gambol shroud catching the barbed end of the tail on the ground, then with a quick pull she sent it flying to the waiting blonde brawler.

At this point, the flames burned only lightly. Allowing the Deathstalker to view its own tail impaling one of its many eyes. With a determined yell the blonde brawler punched in the pointed tail driving it in half way and causing the Deathstalker unimaginable levels of pain.

"Heads up!" was the only warning Ruby gave her older sister as a white glyph appeared under the scythe wielding sister. Artyom's eyes went wide. Never before had he seen such a power. Sure, he already noticed that their weapons were completely different to what he was used to however that did not mean they had any supernatural powers. 'Just perhaps, strange ammunition' Artyom had already considered them mutant humans.

Something akin to the Dark Ones, thus while that Ruby girl's speed was certainly a surprise, the very summoning of anything out of thin air was defiantly new. Still adding to the surprise Ruby practically disappeared as she once more activated her semblance further fueled by Weiss's glyph.

Yang ducked down as Ruby Reappeared with both her feet planted firmly on the tail barb. Lodging it further in as with the slightest of grunts she kicked off and landing gracefully. The Deathstalker now lazily stumbled back as its legs gave way underneath it. It grew silent. 'Shit… what monstrous strength do these mutant girls have? Why aren't her legs broken from that?'

"It's aura." The Dark one finally decided.

'What?' The Spartan questioned internally.

"The power… I mentioned earlier." The Dark One explained.

'We'll talk about it later' Thought Artyom as he shifted his focus on the other half of the fighter.

Nora's constant bombardments from her Grenade launcher, Maghnild, keeping all other Grimm at bay. Ren beside his lifelong friend providing cover fire against the few Grimm bold enough to charge in despite the constant explosions. Meanwhile the champion Mistrali was smacking incoming feathers from the grounded Nevermore.

It used its one good wing to send volley after volley to the Mistralian champion, most if not all getting blocked off and deflected by her sturdy shield. The blonde knight in the meantime was analyzing all the fighters before a small grin appeared on his face. He too had now come up with an idea.

"I have an idea!" Jaune began. His eyes however went wide and his mouth turned to a puzzled pout soon after. Artyom internally smirked, as he ventured to guess that the Dark One was now relaying this plan to all of the combatants that would be involved. Glancing around to them all he noticed Nora's maniacal looking grin turn even more blood thirsty as she let out a glorious chuckle of impending victory.

The stoic beside her widened his eyes in surprise yet let them relax slightly as he began to focus. The Mistrali champion too had her eyes wide in worry. No doubt hearing the voice in her head once more prompting the sentiment, yet obeyed the instructions being relayed to her.

Running across the bridge the champion changed her weapon Milo to its rifle form. Stopping just underneath the looming ruins and Nevermore she shot of a trio of shots. They did little to no damage, but had the intended effect of keeping the winged beast's attention.

Making the beast look directly below. Completely oblivious to the Green and pink stoic teen that was sent flying through the air after having received a boost from the Hammer wielders mighty swing, in the form of having kicked of the hammer. Closing on his target the dual pistol wielding teen retracted his weapon into his sleeve.

Prepping his palms for his strike. Arriving not 10 feet from his target the Nevermore began to lift its head as it finally took notice of the flying teen. However, it was too late to respond. Thrusting out his hand a strong shockwave from the blow promptly caused a sickening crunch, as the Nevermore's right wing Metacarpus promptly broke. The Nevermore retreated directly over the Ruin roof it was on. Lest it receive, any more damage while it was unprepared.

"Artyom help the human, Pyrrha, Shoot the column where she is!"

Indeed, Artyom now saw that Pyrrha was firing of bullet after bullet at the top of the column directly beneath the Nevermore. Firing just at the tip before the column meets the roof. Running towards Pyrrha and weaving in between the feathers impaled on the bridge, Artyom found that he was being followed by the remaining girls save for Weiss, Blake, and Jaune. They stayed behind and held back the few remaining Bear and Wolf like creatures that had yet to flee.

Raising his Helsing, Artyom promptly pumped it once to attain full pressure then let loose his clip. Ruby and Yang also taking shots at the many columns around the rooftop. However their shots aimed towards the bottom or middle of the rest of the columns. Taking quick note of how many arrow bolts he had left in reserve. Enough for a second full clip, before he would be forced to retrieve them and reuse them for later.

He fully reloaded his weapon, as on the roof top the stoic teen jumped, ducked, and dived out of the retaliatory pecks and squawks put forth by the Nevermore. It attempted many times in vain to stomp on the green teen with its wicked claws to no avail.

Pyrrha then threw her shield with all her strength and perhaps then some, as Artyom could swear he saw a black void color surround the shield as it collided with all the columns that were being shot at by Ruby and Yang. Yet not the one Artyom and Pyrrha were shooting columns began to sport huge cracks that extended from the bottom of the ruin all the way to the top.

With a loud crack the rooftop began to fall, unable to support the immense weight of the rooftop and a nevermore. Pyrrha then caught her shield only to sling it across her back as she began to use the damaged columns as stepping stones to get closer to the column with Artyom's Arrow bolts sticking out at the top.

With a quick slice of her weapon in its sword form she jumped back down. With a solid leap down to the bridge the stoic awaited the last step of the plan, as he turned to face his childhood friend.

"Nora, Nail it!" shouted Jaune.

Nora's legs met with Ren's waiting arms. With a grunt of exertion, his hands managed to lift and throw the Valkyrie high up into the air.

"Let's go!" shouted Yang pulling on Ruby as the hammer wielder began her decent, a terrifying smile on her face as her hammer made contact with the dark birds giant head. Smashing it straight down. The last hope the damaged columns had for keeping the Roof aloft crumbled with the impact. All the columns save for one, the one Artyom and Pyrrha had been shooting at initially.

As the Nevermore crashed down Artyom took notice for the reason she was shooting at that particular spot. With the roof crumbling around it the tip of the first column remained relatively intact save for a sliced of portion that slanted down diagonally. Essentially making a giant stake out of the entire hunk of concrete rock. The Nevermore was impaled as it fell on the giant makeshift weapon; it gave out one last guttural screech of anger and defiance before going completely limp.


Back at the Beacon Cliffside.

The Headmaster took another sip from his mug, then lifted his glasses back up his nose. "Quite impressive."

"Sir, the coordination to execute a plan like that without hardly any word between them…" began the crop wielding witch.

"I know, it is something very rarely seen in first year students"

"Do you think it is the effect this newcomer has on them?"

"No, Glynda I believe it is the work of his companion. With that said, the remaining students have all obtained their relics and will be coming back to this cliffside. Please receive them and. Then escort our uninvited guest to my office we will have a bit to discuss."

"Very well sir."

"Thank you."

As the Headmaster began his trek back to campus grounds, Glynda once more shifted her gaze to the scroll in her hand. Watching as Artyom shot down the last of the Beowolves still remaining. 'Just who is this man?' She thought curiously. 'and what is that thing that is following him around?'


I wanted to get the initiation over with to eventually get past volume 1. I know I'm hyping my ending to it... but ehh.. I at least am rather excited for it XD.

Several chapters in the future perhaps some of you guys said i was right to hype it... or perhaps you guys will tell me i was a fool for hyping XD. I think as for next chapter everyone can guess will include the talk with Ozpin... I'll give it to u guys it will... how it turns out however might leave you with a pleasant surprise... or not... might just be hyping myself too much...

Anyways as for the question for the readers. Should I refer to the Dark One as 'The Dark One' or should he have a name, and if so what names would you guys consider? Just something to consider for readability... but probably won't affect story line.