Before anything else, I own nothing but the original characters, and content therein related to them. RWBY is owned by RT, and any mentioned creator's work belongs to them, and them alone. Rest in peace Monty, your vision lives on in us all.
CHAPTER 6
Halcyone hadn't seen any action for the entire 10 minutes she'd been walking. No grimm either, though that could have been good or bad. A tingle in the base of her neck was about all she needed, the well honed survival instinct of a Vacuo native told her there was something charging towards her. Rolling to the right, Halcyone just managed to scrape by as a boarbatusk came wheeling through the bushes behind her. She pulled her rifle out, popped it to it's full length, and pulled the trigger as many times as she could, as fast as her finger would allow, spraying down the monster, riddling it's backside with bullets.
Turning quickly, as she felt another one creeping up behind her, Halcyone converted her rifle into it's machete configuration, and cut deep into the faceplate of the grimm pig. Kicking the beast in the head, to dislodge her machete, she wound up, and swung back into the same cut, cleaving clear into the monster's brain. More squealing came from behind her, there was a beowulf with the two boarbatusks. Attempting to free her weapon from the still fading body of the grimm, she panicked for a second before a massive hand grabbed her by the scruff of her jacket, yanking her, her weapon, and the corpse of the boarbatusk with it, up into the air. She landed on her ass with a thud, and watched as the giant man she'd seen the day prior, kicked one boarbatusk into the other, killing them both as they slammed into a tree, then grabbed the clawed hand of the beowulf, and shoved it backwards. He was taller than the beast itself, and when the grimm let out a roar in challenge, the big man sounded off a roar of his own, deep and gravelly like that of an angry bear.
The grimm charged at the man, and found itself caught in the paws of a much stronger opponent. Without so much as a second thought, he picked up the beowulf by it's shoulder, and it's groin, lifted it over his head, walked over to where he'd set his gun down, the barrel sticking upright off a rock, and impaled it's torso on the four pronged muzzle. Halcyone got to her feet, and looked up at the man, and nodded. "Halcyone Lacquer." She said slowly, holding a hand to her chest.
"Don't insult my intelligence. I can understand well enough to know when someone's introducing themselves as a partner." He said, picking up his gun, and tearing the grimm off of the barrel. Halcyone was not expecting him to sound so sophisticated. "Siniy Garnet… We should keep moving." He said, turning to leave.
"Best 17th birthday day ever." Halcyone muttered to herself. The 17th of January was usually always shit for her.
Meanwhile a half mile east, Clayton and Pale had killed the first beowulf that attacked them where Pale landed, then stumbled into the trail of Ruby and Weiss, a forest fire left in their wake, a pack of beowulfs still defending their territory. Pale, as a natural gunslinger and marksman, was having no issues keeping his semblance "Personal War" up the entire time they were fighting. Every attack that connected only compiled that energy onto the next target he'd hit, be it in melee, or with his bullets. Naturally this meant that so long as he didn't miss, he was guaranteed to kill whatever he crossed, and Pale Lee didn't miss often.
Clayton was another story. While his shotgun axe proved effective enough at killing grimm, the raw number of them had become an issue. There was still the alpha to consider as well. It needed to die. Clayton, took the grip of his shotgun in one hand, and broke formation with Pale, running on three limbs to attempt to close the distance between them and the alpha. "What're you doing you ijit?!" Pale asked in a shout, as he quickly swapped cylinders on his revolver.
"Ending this fight!" Clayton said, swinging the axe head of his weapon into the torso of a beowulf, before darting off to the left end of the on fire clearing, avoiding a proverbial wall of grimm. Still at full speed, Clayton slung his shotgun, and jumped off the back of a beowulf, swung off a branch, and then kicked off a tree, gaining air over the alpha beowulf. The monster let out a roar, as it opened its maw to bite Clayton, and Clayton raised his fists to slam into the grimm, sounding off a roar of his own. Connecting with the upper jaw of the grimm, Clayton drove all his weight downwards, crushing the upper half of the grimm's head, as it slammed into the ground under the gorilla faunus's weight. The demon tried to get back up, only for Clayton to wrap his legs around it's neck, and begin repeatedly hammer striking it in the face. Each impact broke more bone armor, and eventually the skull of the monster crumpled. The Alpha was dead.
Whatever level of coordination the beowulfs had was gone the moment the alpha started fading away, which turned the defensive fight the two huntsmen in training were caught up into, into a shooting gallery. As the grimm bodies faded, Clayton took a second to calm down, and reload his shotgun. Pale just gave the gorilla man a sideways glance. Deciding that in no way did he want to piss the monkey off… He'd have to really work around that.