A/N: Ok...did not think people would dig this. Thank you all for reading, it's humbling to say the least . This chapter is kind of a groundworks chapter so not much will be progressing story wise, but it was fun to write. And now, what you actually care about

Chapter 4

"Who does he think he is?" Weiss was visibly irritated as she huffed under her breather.

"What's got you wound so tight, Weiss?: Yang rolled over on the bed and stared at Weiss upside down.

"N-nothing." Weiss quickly deflected and looked at the wall clock that was in the shape of a shield. Ruby insisted that it was "adorable" and hung it up against the others' wishes, abusing her title as "Leader".

"We should get going. Class will be starting soon."The party exited the room shortly afterwards, but there were still unresolved questions in the air. Weiss didn't really pay attention to anybody, but this skilled warrior held a place in her mind for some reason. Not in the good way by any means, but still.

Students streamed into the classroom as the bell rang. It was going to be another long lecture by Peter Port about…himself.

"Gonna fall asleep again, Ruby?" Yang nudged her baby sister.

"No…maybe?" Ruby admitted meekly as she reassessed the absolutely inhuman ability of Professor Port to induce sleep on people. Even when she loaded up on caffeine before classes, Port's powers overwhelmed even that. "What're you going to do, Blake?"

"This is a new novel." Blake replied, her eyes never leaving the thirty seventh page of her latest literary companion. Beside her however, Weiss was all set up with her notebook and even had an ice glyph set up at the base of her shoe that would summon a small icicle were she to succumb to the lulling temptations.

The class was ready for another torturous hour in the new semester. However, a different faculty member entered the room instead of the usual cheery pot-bellied man.

"Greetings, Freshmen." Glynda greeted in a stern yet motherly tone. "I do hope all of you had a good rest over the break. As a start to this new semester, we have a new…student… joining us." There was a brief pause and an almost pained voice as the word "student" left her lips.

"Please help me welcome the newest addition to the Freshman class." Glynda announced as she motioned to the door. Seconds passed and the door remained shut.

"I said…Please help me welcome the newest addition to the Freshman class." Glynda's irritation was mounting, but doors didn't seem to react to malice. She threw the door open and peered outside. A deep sigh escaped her lips and seemed to add to the wrinkles on her face. "I will return in five minutes class. Just do some reading in the mean time." Glynda left the classroom calmly, but the annoyance was tangible in the air around her.

"Wow, I've never seen Professor Goodwitch so highly strung before. Someone's in real trouble, huh?" Yang stretched and lay her head down on the table lazily as she talked to her team mates.

"I worry for the new guy. If he's already on Professor Goodwitch's bad side, that could be a horrible way to start the semester." Ruby commented as she rested her elbows on the table and cradled her chin in her hands. Glancing over at her Faunus teammate engrossed in her book, Ruby grew curious.

"What'cha reading, Blake?"

"It's about demons and a demonic war. Interesting yet depressing at the same time."

"That's…nice." Ruby could never find the right words to describe the books that intrigued Blake, but it didn't stop her laughing awkwardly to be polite.

"Demons? Aren't they just myths?" Weiss leaned back in her seat and tried to catch a glimpse of the cover of the book.

"That's why they call it fiction, I suppose." Used to Blake's brusque replies by now, Weiss let it go and returned to her textbook. The classroom was noisy with chattering among friends of gossip and catch up. The mythical "reading" requested by the bespectacled professor never came.

Two minutes later, the doors of the classroom flew off the hinges and a red clad figure rushed in running backwards. He backflipped into the air and quickly bounded off a red platform of demonic energy to change directions as he avoided a bolt of lightning. He continued munching on the pizza in his mouth while his left hand held a disposable plate with two slices left.

"I was just getting breakfast, geez." Dante called to the person outside the door. As if on cue, a torrent of ice shards erupted into the classroom towards Dante. Tossing the pizza box into the air, Dante unholstered his twin handguns to counter the projectiles flying his way. He caught the ones that were directly before him, but a good number still flew past him towards the vacant battleground. They swirled in a serpentine path and began a new formation. Mere shards of ice congregated to form a frozen spear that revolved in place. Understanding what was coming, Dante holstered the guns and finished the pizza crust he was munching on.

The spear was launched and went straight for Dante. Leaning back, Dante placed a foot on the frozen projectile. Leaning his foot into the projectile, Dante changed its course and aimed it upwards. Once the trajectory was set, Dante planted his other foot on the frozen spear and followed it skyward. Yelling in amusement Dante rode the icicle upwards to grab his plate of pizza. Popping another slice into his mouth, he continued to ride around he classroom in a circle before finally dismounting his ride and kicking it towards the high ceiling. Still in midair, Dante let out a single shot towards the frozen mass, shattering it and reducing it to a cool mist.

"Wow. Talk about fast food, huh?" Yang nudged Blake before quickly dodging a series of walnuts that were hurled from behind her. She was used to it by now.

"Looksh like I win, Madharm." Dante exclaimed as with the pizza still triumphantly hanging from his mouth. Glynda promptly entered through what used to be a door way and waved her hand calmly.

"Hmmm, I may have truly underestimated you." Glynda began. "But your arrogance will be your undoing." Dante was uncertain of what she meant, but he understood immediately when he felt a chill cross his right hand.

"Awwww come on! That slice was still good!" As the chilly remnants of the frozen spear dissipated from the site of Dante's plate of pizza, a solid yellow mass was left. Dante inspected it with disappointment and sighed.

"No food in the classroom, I hope you remember that." Glynda glared at the young man in the red trench coat. "Now introduce yourself."

"Alright, time to take the spotlight." Dante charged up his handgun and tossed the frozen plate and its contents into the air just above the arena. With a quick Air Trick to Glynda's side, Dante raised his gun and fired a bolt of red demonic energy at what used to be his breakfast, reducing it to ash.

"My name is Dante!" The Devil Hunter grinned as he faced the class. Cheers erupted from the class after the crazy spectacle that unfolded. The class was abuzz with discussion as Glynda walked out, verging on an aneurism.

"Take over, Peter. My heart can only take so much." She muttered to her colleague as she passed him outside. Puzzled by what could have the icy cool Goodwitch so flustered, the cheery Professor entered the door-less classroom to greet his class for the new semester.

"He is reckless and cocky, that boy." Glynda sighed as she walked through the primarily empty corridor. "But his skills are indeed up to par, I suppose." Glynda looked out the window and stared at the clocktower. "I don't like the boy, Ozpin. But, once again, you may prove to have made the right choice. He just might be the agent we need."

"It's wonderful to have a new student!" Professor Port exclaims as he pat Dante on the shoulder and laughing heartily. "Welcome to Grimm Studies young Huntsman. Find a seat and let's get started." Scanning around the class, Dante notices a hand waving at him frantically. With his "sure-why-not" attitude, Dante proceeds to be seated next to an excited Ruby Rose.

"Hi there! I'm Ruby."

"Good to meet ya. Glad to see that there ARE students with good manners around." Dante glanced in the direction of Weiss who was still confused as to why and how this mysterious Huntsman was talking to her team leader.

"Why aren't you in uniform by the way?" Ruby asked pointing to Dante's exposed abdomen.

"Yeeeah, uniforms and me don't go. Had a little "chat" with Madam over that." Ruby looked over at the tail of Dante's trench coat and noticed some black residue on the brilliant red leather.

"Is…your trench coat charred?" Looking down to where Ruby pointed, Dante lightly dusted the the soot off.

"From the chat." He explained briefly.

"Alright settle down, class. It's time for another wonderful semester of Grimm knowledge." The class moaned, but it somehow seemed to make Professor Port even happier. "Now, now, no need to get impatient. I still have plenty of wonderful tales to tell."

—-

"And there I was trapped between the two heads of a King Taijitsu. Venom dripped from their fangs and their eyes were filled with bloodlust. They lunged in, but with my bare hands I held both heads at bay before…"

"I take it he isn't gonna be stopping any time soon." Dante shifted from using his right hand to support his head to his left. The weight bore down hard on his arm and in a flash, he was using his arm as a pillow.

"Yeeeah…not until he remembers that he wants us to fight a Grimm he captured." Ruby drowsily tilted her head over to Dante and fought hard to remain conscious as well. Learning her lesson last semester when Yang would sneak pastries in front of Ruby, she tended to drift off sideways or backwards to prevent the need to clean cake out of nose…a fourth time.

Wearily, Dante glanced around the class. He knew of demons that had the ability to induce sleep, but that required magic. The human before him had essentially single-handedly shut down the mental faculties of some of the most powerful youths in Vale. Looking to the left of Ruby, Dante saw a blonde girl cheerily drawing a little comic on her textbook. A girl with ebony hair reading a novel and seemingly created her own bubble of reality. Next to the girl with black hair was a familiar person. She was writing furiously into a notebook and referring to her textbook to acquire new information.

"You CAN judge books by their covers to some extent I guess." Dante laughed to himself. His lids fell again and opened once more to focus on the heavy set professor at the front of the class. Phrases were picked up but not fully interpreted, but then the sentence he was waiting for popped up.

"Oh look at the time. Would anybody like to volunteer for today's combat demonstration?"

"I'd like to volunteer Pro-" Weiss' hand shot up and she offered her sword. However, a figure was seen flying through the air of the classroom and landing directly in the arena.

"FINALLY! My neck was getting stiff." Dante cracked his neck and began stretching his rotator cuffs.

"Ah wonderful! Good to see the newest addition to the class is so enthusiastic about learning. " Professor Port lauded and applauded Dante's swift acceptance. The motivations for his actions weren't exactly that of "education", but the professor didn't need to know that. "Today's beast is truly formidable. Would you like to choose a partner?"

"Me, myself and I, Teach. More than enough. Sides, I need some extra exercise to get the blood flowing again." The room flew into a buzz with murmurs and comments.

"He doesn't know when Porker says it's tough, it's tough. Huh?"

"Is he stupid? I know he beat Cardin and survived Professor Goodwitch's magic, but…refusing assistance for Professor Port's "tough" Grimm is just…"

"Well, looks like his ego just cost him."

The whispers among classmates continued, but Dante was unfazed.

"Hmm. Didn't think the class size was going back to normal that fast." Blake clapped her novel shut and looked on at the silver haired Huntsman. She always thought something was off about him. His scent was…different…but it didn't matter, she wasn't going to see him again…at least she believed.

"I dunno. His abs seem as hard as his head. I think he's got ta shot. What do you think Weiss?" Yang looked over to to her teammate as she threw her arms back to enjoy th show.

"He'll win." Weiss stated flatly in an almost reflexive manner.

"Ooooooh, somebody has favourites." Yang teased and tried nudging Weiss, but remembered a Faunus separated the two of them. Ignoring the mockery, Weiss had her pen ready and a fresh notebook page was set to be filled out with data. She had only fought alongside the mysterious Huntsman once, but she had a hunch he had more tricks up his sleeves. But victory or loss wasn't her concern. Since the previous fight, Dante's weapons and attacks have been bugging her. She just had to confirm her suspicions.

"What's up with this 'Dante must die' atmosphere?" The cocky fighter laughed as he faced the class. "Let me at em, Teach. I'll show the crowd." Dante faced the lair of his foe and beckoned to his unseen opponent.

"Very well, I'll call up the nurse." With a sigh, Port's axe severed the rope that held the gates shut.

The gates sprung open and…silence. Seconds passed and the class began murmuring once more. Some giggles and laughs and jokes of Port eating the Grimm were made, but Dante braced himself. The smile on his face widened. Through his experience, the silent demons were the fiercest and most powerful, just the way he liked them.

38 seconds passed and then a deafening screech erupted from the shadows of the cell. A red flash burst out of the seemingly benign darkness. Before anyone could even blink, two massive slash marks were left in the ground and two large scythe-like appendages began dancing in the air menacingly. The Grimm was a bit over 7 feet and had a large crimson insectoid body. It had six legs, each with serrated edges and a pair of golden compound eyes that were practically demonic. It's mandibles snapped open and shut constantly, indicating it was time to hunt down new prey. Spreading out it's flaming wings and using it's feelers to sense the air around it, the Grimm looked up to follow it's prey return to the ground.

"Ugh, I hate creepy crawlies. Like spiders weren't bad enough." Dante eyed his opponents' compound eyes with disgust and cringed as he imagined the squishy mess that could stain his trench coat if he weren't careful.

"This, class, is known as a Red Reaper. The Reaper family of Grimm are some of the few that possess the power of the elements." Port explained briefly as the rest of the class accustomed themselves to at the horrific appearance of the giant mantis-like Grimm.

The Red Reaper, clicked its mandibles together several times and slid its scythe-like fore-legs together, emitting a strange metallic screech and set the scythes ablaze. With a powerful slash of a burning foreleg to the ground, the Red Reaper sent a wave of flames towards Dante. Reacting swiftly, Dante drew Rebellion and swung it violently, creating a pressure wave to douse the flames.

"As you can see, this Grimm is fast and possesses the ability to create fire from the secretions on it's body. Its exoskeleton is extremely hard and the scythe-like forelegs are harder than steel and virtually indestructible. The scythes are so strong that they can easily cleave a person in half like jelly. This is an extremely dangerous class of Grimm. But of course nothing I can't handle." Port's jolly laugh rumbled his belly as he thought back to his days of facing off against an entire colony of such creatures. Back to the days when he could still see his toes.

The Red Reaper flared it's wings out and rushed at its prey with it's flaming scythes. Metal clashed on metal and sonorous rings reverberated throughout the room. The Red Reaper was fast. Flurries of slashes and swipes rained down on Dante who parried each of them successfully, but rather sloppily with Rebellion. Finally catching both scythes in his massive sword, Dante noticed that the Red Reaper's walking legs were also readying attacks to his lower body. Swiftly assessing the situation, Dante forced the Red Reaper back with a shove of his blade.

"8-on-1? Let's balance this sword fight out a little bit, huh?" Sheathing Rebellion, massive heat waves swirled around Dante's right hand while violent winds gathered in his left. An orange glow began forming in Dante's right palm while a blue one followed in his left. Bursting his arms out to his sides, a red scimitar exploded out of his right hand while a blue scimitar formed in his left. Emulating the how the Grimm rubbed its forelegs together, Dante crossed the two jagged scimitars across each other slowly, emitting that familiar high frequency metallic screech and setting the red scimitar ablaze while the blue one began emitting mighty gales. Agni and Rudra have been summoned.

"Another? Is this guy's Semblance weapon creation?" Weiss was once again at a loss as to how to decipher the multitude of weapons that sprung from Dante's hands. Ruby was once again hyperventilating over the new revealed weapons and Blake was actually interested in the events to follow.

Taking the offensive, Dante rushed forward to return the favour. With Agni and Rudra, Dante's attacks became significantly faster and more fluid. The moment Agni connected with one scythe, Rudra was ready to parry the incoming scythe and continue the offence. After seconds of clashing, Dante drew both blades up to redirect the scythes, allowing him the opportunity for a powerful cross-slash that sent waves of heat and powerful gusts at the creature. The Red Reaper was forced back, but not even a crack was visible on the powerful armour-like exoskeleton.

"As you can see the Red Reaper's exoskeleton is indeed very durable and resistant to most impacts. It is for this reason, one should run if one is not confident in dealing with a Grimm of this calibre." Professor Port continued the lecture.

"Seems this isn't going to cut it." Dante sheathed the twin scimitars behind his back alongside Rebellion and assumed a hand-to-hand combat stance and beckoned for the Grimm. "Come on, you gotta try harder if you wanna live up to such an ominous name. Still haven't seen you take my life yet."

Falling for the taunt, the Red Reaper spread it's wings out and reared up on it's six hind legs. It lunged briefly towards Dante and suddenly,.. switched direction? The agility of the Grimm was exceptional as it was able to circle around behind Dante in the blink of an eye. A burning scythe drew dangerously close to Dante's skull before his forearm parried it with a red glow as he spun around with superhuman reflexes. The swords dance was over and Dante was now parrying the onslaught of blows with his Royal Guard. Red flashes emanated from Dante with every successful parry and the constant ringing of clashing metal continued for some strange reason.

"How does he do that? His Aura can't be THAT strong." Ruby looked on flustered. Not so much by the outcome of the battle, but just trying to figure out how Dante fought and managed his Royal Guard.

"Well it certainly does seem like a HANDY little trick. Don't ya think?" Tang nudged her sister. A "boo" was sounded from behind as a tomato flew careened past Yang who was used to dodging such projectiles at this point.

"He's…absorbing? The force of the enemy attacks?" Weiss muttered to herself as she continued scribbling notes and hypotheses on her notebook. Blake too looked upon the scene in curious analysis, but of a different sort.

Blades of flaming peril continued raining down on Dante relentlessly like a torrential downpour of metallic madness. Slashes were delivered and parried in succession, but there was no way for him to win if all he did was continue the defence. Suddenly rearing back, the Red Reaper was able to catch Dante off guard and began to bring its scythes together like a deadly pair of scissors attempting to bifurcate Dante at the waist. Gasps erupted from the classroom, but somehow Port was the only one of two people in the room that was not the least bit worried.

"You really do have an eye for talent Ozpin. I am interested to see how this young man will resolve this." Stroking his chin in amusement, Port chuckled quietly to himself as he watched the blades of the Red Reaper inch closer and closer to Dante 's body.

Instead of retreating, Dante advanced with a sadistic grin. Cloaked in the strange red energy that he had been emanating, Dante forced all the pent up energy he had been storing right through the Grimm. It wasn't the shattering sound that was emitted when he Royal Released the Ursa, but it was the sound he was hoping for and his smile only broadened. Recovering from the massive burst of unadulterated rage, the Red Reaper crumpled slightly, but immediately whipped around to face Dante. Looking at the fruits of his labour, Dante beamed at the sight of the massive crack and minor fractures that finally formed on the surface of the Grimm's tough armour.

Taking the opportunity while his enemy was stunned, Dante held on to the handle of Rebellion and jumped back to make some distance between him and the Grimm. As he landed, Dante tossed a glowing red Rebellion into the air. Dante then drew Agni and Rudra out and raised the blades up. As Rebellion spun and began approaching Dante's chest level, Dante brought his arms down and performed the same devastating cross slash. The blow connected with the tip of the handle of Rebellion, and the charged blade careened straight through the air into the fractured armour of the Red Reaper. Only the tip was buried into the exoskeleton, but that was all that Dante needed. The Drive that had been charging in the blade finally erupted and a wave of energy coursed through the exoskeleton armour, causing the fractures to widen and snake along the entire body of the Red Reaper, finally forcing the armour off from the inside of the Grimm, exposing it's fleshy interior.

Tossing Rudra into the air, Dante quickly summoned Rebellion back into his free hand and promptly sheathed it and then caught the blade of storms in his hand once more. With the heavy exoskeleton off, the Red Reaper's defences were gone, but to didn't lower its aggression at all. It began taking flight and hovered above it's current position.

"If the tough exoskeleton of the Red Reaper is removed by shedding or otherwise, It may lose its defences, but it in turn gains an immense speed boost with the lightened load. This is where the true terror of the Red Reaper reaches an unsettling climax." The explanation basically fell on deaf ears as the entire class was completely engrossed in the fight and witnessing the new student's bizarre fighting abilities.

With its burning scythes, the Red Reaper began sending wave after wave of flame bursts towards Dante. Whirling the twin scimitars in a circular fashion, Dante repelled the projectile barrage. In a flash, the Red Reaper swooped down while Dante was still blocking and delivered a powerful swipe that was barely avoided by Dante with a dash to the side The Grimm rushed towards Dante once more and baited a parry from Dante before swiftly circling behind him to deal another deadly slice. Rudra was quickly thrust into the incoming attack and the block was successful albeit poorly executed.

"Too fast and too furious. Why don't you cool down a bit hothead?" With a violent gust, Rudra lashed out and sent the Red Reaper once more skyward. It darted around in the air avoiding the streams of flames and gales that spewed form the Devil Arms. Dante then raised both Agni and Rudra into the air, preparing for a large attack. Sensing an opening, the Red Reaper swooped down and once more to try and separate Dante's torso from his legs.

"The IDIOT, he knows that the Grimm is much faster now. He won't even be able to block or dodge with that small window." Weiss thought aloud as Dante's lack of combat awareness grated against her well-trained nerves. "Is it just carelessness though?" She paused once more to question the obvious explanation. Her eyes then suddenly flew open as Dante's thought pattern seemed to click. "Unless…"

The blades closed in and Dante's arms were still raised above his head. As the Red Reaper's golden compound eyes met with Dante's, the Grimm seemed to realise something. The blue orbs that stared back weren't that of a prey, they were those of a playful predator. But the realisation came far too late, Dante's smirk signalled the end.

"Ashes to ashes!" Agni roared as Dante began spinning the blades around over his head. A swirl of heat and wind began spinning around Dante, enveloping him in a tornado-like shell of flames and gales. The Red Reaper lifted skyward by the immense force of the Twister as flames and wind intertwined and sent it rocketing upwards.

"Dust to dust!" Rudra shouted as Dante jumped up flipped himself upside-down, repeating the helicopter spinning of his blades over his head. The intensity of the swirling elements escalated from a Twister to a Tempest as the Red Reaper floated helplessly amidst the powerful rush of heat and violent winds, sending it close to the ceiling of the classroom arena.

Dante landed and sheathed the Agni and Rudra while drawing Rebellion out. He casually threw it up and pulled Ebony out from its holster.

"Hope you/re of the praying kind, mantis." With that, a single shot rang out from Ebony and the bullet connected with the edge of his trusty broadsword, causing the blade to soar upward while rotating rapidly. The limp body of the Red Reaper began descending, all it could do was watch the spinning blade approach it from below. Rebellion tore straight through the length of the Red Reaper's soft fleshy body and embedded itself on the ceiling as the remains of the Grimm began raining down on the arena.

Air Tricking back to his desk to avoid the gruesome mess, Dante landed triumphantly by the table. He lazily stretched out his hand and summoned Rebellion back.

"Told you Team Dante was enough." Dante called out to Professor Port. With a chortle and a rumble of his belly, Peter Port began applauding the combat performance of the newest addition to the class of Freshmen.

"Very impressive. I must say it ingenious how you thought to remove the Red Reaper's armour. Highly unorthodox, but impressive nonetheless"

"Who says you can't fight fire with fire?" Dante stood up and sheathed his sword behind his back and began approaching the exit. "It's been fun, Teach. Looking forward to you next class."

"Ah wait a moment young man, class isn't-" As Dante's tench coat tail fluttered past the now doorless exit, the bell rang.

"Over yet…"

A/N: So there we go Dante doing Dante things. For those unfamiliar with the DMC series and just stumbled upon this, I hope this paints a picture of what craziness the Sultan of Style is capable of. No clue when the next chapter will be. As usual feel free to tear the writing apart for OOCness, wrong details and general unawesomness. Also, let me know what interactions you want to see Dante get into with the RWBY-verse. Might take some fun idea from there. Have a cool summer peeps.