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Recruited
Fox sighed as he stood on the top of the building, watching the people pass below him. His target moved further down the street, turning into a back alley and headed for a less populated street. Fox backed up, then sprinted forward, leaping from the roof of his building, easily clearing the distance, then landing in a roll, standing at the edge of the building and watching the target as he leaned against a wall. Fox looked up and down the street, finding it deserted.
"Well?" his target called out. "Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to do something? I'm a bit busy."
Fox huffed, pulling his weapon from behind his back and spinning it. As it spun, it expanded from a large metal cylinder into a sword with a triangle-shaped cross guard pointing toward the tip, a blade with several points along both edges, and a round hilt. The entire sword looked to be formed out of several smaller pieces of metal, excluding the blade.
"Impressive weapon," his target said as Fox jumped off of the building, flipping and driving the point of his blade downward at him.
His target turned, stepping out of the way and allowing Fox to crash to the ground, driving the sword hilt deep into it. Fox ripped the sword back out and lunged, slashing at the man he was after several times. The man easily deflected the sword each time with his cane, smiling confidently the more Fox attacked him. As Fox began to grow more agitated and put more and more effort into his attacks, the man began to seemingly dance around the strikes, avoiding them as easily as he blocked them. Then, finally, he drilled the end of his cane into Fox, launching him backward. Fox flipped, landing on his feet and growling in annoyance.
"You're not bad," the man said. "Not nearly good enough, but not bad."
Fox growled in annoyance, reaching up and brushing his snow-white hair back and to the right again, glaring at the target. The Target smirked, gesturing for him to attack, and he did just that. He sprinted forward, shouting as he slashed, spun, stabbed, and kicked at the target, the target wither blocking or dodging everything, striking back every so often. After the third strike, however, he hummed thoughtfully as Fox grinned, his sword holding back his target's cane. Then, the target spun, knocking the sword away and slammed the cane into his torso too many times to count, hurling him backward. Fox crashed down hard as it began to rain, his hair falling in his face, his long-sleeved black shirt sticking to him from the rain as much as sweat, and his grey cargo pants felt heavy, as did his black boots as water began to fill them from his pants. He grit his teeth, sprinting forward, slashing at the target again, noticing his fingerless gloves slip a little as his sword hit the cane. Then, the target twirled the can, setting the end on the ground and making Fox's sword stab into the ground before the target push kicked Fox, sending him crashing into the wall. Fox pushed himself up as the target tossed the sword to him, Fox catching it.
"Dreadful weather," his target commented. "Perhaps we should move someplace a bit drier."
Fox sprinted forward just as lightning flashed. Fox winced only for his target's cane to slam into his forehead like a clothesline, flipping him onto his back where he landed in a groaning heap. His target wiped his silver hair back out of his eyes, watching Fox calmly.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked.
"Who are you?" Fox growled.
"My name is Ozpin," he said calmly. "Tell me, Fox Winters, would you like to learn to use that sword of yours correctly?"
"I know how to use my own sword old man," Fox snarled, standing. "How do you know my name anyway?"
"One of the many mysteries you may discover if you accept my offer," Ozpin said.
"What offer?" Fox growled.
"Study at Beacon," Ozpin said. "Classes start in a few days, as luck would have it, and you would be welcomed there. You wouldn't even need to keep your tail and ears hidden to do it."
"How did you know about that?" Fox growled, both hands on his sword as Ozpin smiled knowingly.
"How indeed?" Ozpin asked before turning and walking away. "I'll meet you at the gate tomorrow morning. Eight A.M. Don't be late."
And with that, he turned around a corner and was gone. Fox stared after him before grumbling, spinning his sword back into its compact form and slipping it into the carrier on the back of his belt. He sighed, wiping his hair out of his face and back into its place as a man with a white vest, a hooded black undershirt, black pants, and grey metallic vambraces stepped around the corner, staring at him through the slits in his mask.
"You failed to execute him," the man said.
"Oh please," Fox snorted. "That was a suicide mission and you know it Wulfe."
Wulfe sighed, pulling his hood down and scratching one of his two grey ears. "Yeah, I suppose. So, plan B?"
"Maybe," Fox said, staring after Ozpin. "I feel like...no, it's nothing. I'm going to see about this offer of his. Get Leon and Ava. We're all going to enroll in Beacon."
"If you say so," Wulfe shrugged. "Boss won't be happy though."
"Yeah, well, maybe I'm tired of being a terrorist," Fox said. "Just go get them."
Wulfe nodded and walked away. Fox turned back to the corner and sighed. After a few minutes, the others arrived and they headed toward Beacon, getting some new clothes for Wulfe and the others on the way before stopping at a motel and renting a room.
Fox stopped as he saw Ozpin, exactly as he said he would be. Ozpin smiled knowingly, nodding to Fox, hands resting on the head of his cane. Fox grit his teeth and continued walking.
"That the guy?" Leon asked. "He doesn't look so tough."
"Trust me, he'd mop up the floor with you, pride and all," Fox said. "You may be a power house who can bludgeon his way through pretty much anyone else's defenses and aura, but he'd slaughter you without breaking a sweat."
"Well, I'm getting all excited just thinking about it," Leon smirked. "When do we ambush him?"
"Don't be stupid," Fox snorted. "We're trying life on the other side, remember? No ambushing."
"Damn," Leon sighed. "Oh well."
He lifted his arms, grimacing as his sleeves kept them from going all the way up, then forced his arms up, the sleeves ripping at the armpits. He ripped them both off, dropping them into a trash can and smirked, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. He had messy scarlet hair that hung down a little past his shoulders and was attached to his bushy scarlet beard, and his long tail hung behind him, the bushy red end held up slightly to keep it dragging on the ground. Beside him, Wulfe was picking loose strings and fuzz off of his new grey vest which had a grey fur-lined hood. He wore a white undershirt, a pair of tan pants, and a pair of black shoes. His weapon of choice, a set of gauntlet-like weapons with loops for his fingers to hold onto and a set of three claw blades on each hand, were currently collapsed into a functional watch on his left wrist and a metal band on his right. Behind him, his bushy gray tail swayed back and forth and his grey ears flicked on top of his head in irritation, partially hidden by his silver hair.
Fox rolled his eyes, turning away from Wulfe as Ava stepped up beside him. She had gone with a pair of black boots that reached up to just above her knees and were ended in a point reaching up the front of her thighs, and were tight but flexible, though Fox definitely doubted they were entirely comfortable or functional, a light green shirt and skirt combo, with the skirt reaching to just above the top of her boots and the front of the shirt cut into a "V" to show some cleavage, and with short loose sleeves. Aside from that, she had long, straight green hair reaching to the small of her back but swept over her left shoulder and the bangs on the right side of her head framing that side of her face.
As they reached the door, Fox lifted a hand, setting it on the door before stopping.
"Something wrong?" Ava asked.
"No," Fox sighed, pushing the door open. "Let's greet our new classmates, shall we?"
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