understanding things greater than ourselves. Forces that shape our lives, events that defy explanation. Individuals whose lives soar to the heavens or fall to the earth. This is how legends are born. ==Carter Slade
==Vacuo Deserts==
"Come on move it!" A voice shouted as a group of armored individuals led a group of fuanus towards a bullhead, the fuanus looked afraid as more similar armored individuals patrolled a burning village, there was the occasional body scattered about as a woman was shoved forward.
"How much do you think atlas will pay for this..."willing" workers?" One of the figures asked another as he gave a dark chuckle.
"Enough for us to get new weapons and armor that's for sure." The other said back. "I'll go make sure there ain't any stragglers left behind." He said to his partner as he walked further into the burning village, the remaining fuanus were forced to sit as they watched the bandits with fear.
"Gonna get me some of that..." the bandit stopped as he heard a noise from a nearby ally, he quickly raised his weapon. "Who's there?" He called down the ally as he kept his gun trained forward. "If you know what's good for you...you better come out now." He ordered...seeing no movement, he slowly moved forward. "We can afford one more dead animal..." he muttered...his confidence however...started to fade quickly, he shock off as he chuckled. "Your semblance won't help you..."
"Murderer..." a voice whispered into his ear as the bandit quickly turned around.
"D-don't make is harder freak..." the bandit said..his voice quivering slightly..he was unable to shake the uneasy feeling now. "This ain't worth the time..." he turned around and started to head back down the ally as he lowered his weapon, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as a figure stood in front of him, seemingly appearing out of thin air. "Now you show your face..."
The figure wore a hood that his face, they did not move as the bandit raised his weapon and aimed it at the figure. "Raise your hands up...and I most likely won't kill you..."
"Murderer..." the figure said, his voice was distorted as the feeling of fear grew in It's said that the West was built on legends. And those legends are a way of the bandit. "Thief..."
"...your just trying to intimidate me.." The bandit said with fake bravado as he powered up his weapon. "That won't work..."
"Lier..." the figure said as it slowly raised its head up, flames started to ignite as the figures face was revealed...lack of face to be exact, the bandit took a step back as a flaming skull stared back at him. "Guilty..."
"What the hell...never seen a semblance likes yours...to bad no one else will!" The bandit opened fire as the flaming skeleton took a step back from the impact.
"Hard to have a semblance...when you have no soul..." the figure growled started to move towards bandit, the bandit moved back as he continued to fire his gun, the bullets doing little to slow down the figure as he got closer. "It's time...to,pay for your transgressions..." the figure shot his hand forward as chains formed out of his gloved hand and wrapped around the bandit as he let out a cry of pain, the cry caught the attention of the other bandits as they started to head towards the ally.
"You won't leave here alive..." the bandit grunted in pain, the figure scoffed as he yanked his arm back and turned the bandit to ash, the other bandits froze in fear as the figure turned around, it then let out a roar that echoed through the village as it ran towards the bandits, the Faunus watched in horror and awe as the burning skeleton man turned the bandits to ash, they fired at the figure as it tore through them, their bullets enraging it even more as its chains whipped around
"WHAT IS THAT THING?" one of the bandits shouted before being turned to ash by a fireball, one was left standing as the fire approached, the bandit dropping his weapon and choose to flee, but he did not get far as the figure raised his hand and formed a gun of his own and shot the bandit in the back, the Fuanus screamed in fear from the loud noise as it went quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fire as the skeleton started to approached them.
the Fuanus watched in fear as it looked at them, its eyeless sockets looking down at them as parents held Thier children close, the fear started to flee as the figures weapons dispersed. "Do you have a means to call for help?" The figure asked.
"Y-yes..." one of the Fuanus spoke up softly. "The bandits have our communication equipment on Thier bullhead..."
The figure gave a nod and knelt down, breaking the chain that held on of the Fuanus. "That one has some keys...use them to free your friends..." he spoke as the Faunus got up and went to the dead bandit.
"W-who are you?" One of the children asked meekly as the figure looked at them. "Are you a huntsmen?"
"No...I'm not...just a ghost..." the figure said as he turned and started to leave them, the Fuanus slowly being freed as the figure whistled and a flaming back formed in front of him in a burst of fire, the Fuanus watched him as he got onto the bike and sped off.
"He helped us..." one of the Faunus said to another as one of the Fuanus started to get onto the bullhead to call for help. "He called himself a ghost..."
"Whoever he was...I'm just glad he was here to help." One of them said as they watched the figure disappear over a deal, only a trial of fire was left before it slowly vanished.