Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of the Roots and the Rock. Enjoy the 900-word chapter. I don't own RWBY. Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth do.
He knocked one of the soldiers to the ground with his great sword. He leapt backwards to block a strike at his ribs.
He looked around at the remaining soldiers while brushing off his whiteish coat. A very common staple that most Atlesians wore when they joined the military… It almost made one question if it was a sign that they were a soldier… Or camouflage for the tactical environment with the tundra.
"That's enough." The group of Atlesians heard as they all stood at attention. "Specialist? Your test will be tomorrow. I'll give you a few days to get ready…. We need every soldier for the coming war." The specialist heard while he drummed his fingers on his arms.
He wore a white greatcoat which went to his feet along with darkish blue and red boots and white gloves. All common with the theme of Atlesian specialists… In fact? The only thing that really seemed to stand out? That would be the reddish chest plate.
That and his semblance made him stand out the most. He knew for a fact that the general was pondering. Perhaps he was curious about how another specialist would affect things.
After all? Considering another member to the Ace-Ops? The most elite team of soldiers in the Atlesian Army? It was not lost on the general on the hurdles one would have to clear.
Then again? He had a feeling he and someone else had been placed in the Ace-Ops because of his semblance… And because it meant that both of their strengths outmatched the team's weaknesses.
"This is going to be a much longer day then I thought…" He said to himself while placing his weapon on his back. " Then again? Every day seems like it's longer then the next." He muttered as he continued walking to his room for the moment.
He let out a yawn, looking around with interest. He could only stop for a moment as he thought about what Ironwood would want at the moment. It wasn't like he needed more soldiers considering there was thousands of soldiers.
Still? He was sure the Atlesian General had his reasons for trying to figure out a reason.
"The 'Ace-Ops'?" He questioned to himself. "That will be pretty interesting." The specialist added once more while rubbing at his amethyst eyes.
He had a feeling that things would become far more chaotic then he thought… Or maybe he was just thinking about something insane sooner or later.
Well, at the very least he'd not be terrified of the next test knowing how insane it would be. There would be time to be terrified about that sooner or later… Perhaps more sooner than later.
"These tests are becoming harder every such time…." The specialist could only mumble once more. "The general would be only taking in the best soldiers for Atlas. I have a feeling the best soldiers aren't going to be enough." The specialist added as he slowly opened the door to his room.
He kicked off his boots and went to go and sleep. Tomorrow promised to be an even more ridiculous challenge. One that was fraught with danger.
"Thousands of dangers at the moment and their only focusing on the what…" He added as he climbed into bed with annoyance. "Then again? She's coming, and she's going to burn everything to the ground. Everything is going to be fire and blood." He muttered as he cracked his neck and then slowly started to move the covers.
There was so much that made him want to scream. The lack of intel, the constantly shifting plans. He almost was curious what General Ironwood deemed necessary for the safety of Atlas.
"Atlas, not Mantle where I was born…" He muttered to himself and turned off the lights. "Everything is always on Atlas; this city is always the key to the planet… I almost wonder if he has a plan for Mantle." The specialist muttered to himself as he blinked with shock.
He started to close his eyes. Tomorrow meant a fight with 2 of the Ace-Ops, 2 the other 3 would be busy fighting the other new recruit that would probably be joining alongside him.
Why did he have a feeling that would still be damned praise for him? To have more then one person fighting him at the same time? Yes, that would become rather intense, even for a specialist like him at the moment. He could only hope it was far easier then he thought it would.
The specialist could only pray that tomorrow was far more welcoming to someone such as himself. But hope was all he could prey for at the moment.
The specialist finally buried his head into his pillow. He was tired, and his remaining strength started to pull himself together.
More challenges would be soon… And he had to be ready.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter done! I want to point out that next chapter will be in 2-10 months and will show the specialist fighting Elm and Harriet. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!
P.S: Next chapter will be 1200 words. Raven 900-1200 words Sunday. Emerald 1500 Monday. Ruby 1200 Monday, Yang 1500 Thursday. Cinder 1200-1500 Friday. Pyrrha 1500 words Sunday. Penny 900 Tuesday. Neo 1200 Wednesday and so on.