Neo strolled unseen through the halls of the police station wiping the blood from her sword. She put her back to the wall to avoid having an officer plow her over. They were all running towards the holding cells, probably alarmed by all the screaming. Neo just stood back and crossed her arms as she waited for the crowds to stop running by. Once the coast was clear she walked off, three dead goons added to her count. Wait, wasn't it supposed to be four. Ah well, go time to go check the records.

After a few minutes, she found her way to an office with an unlocked computer. The only problem was some inconsiderate jerk was using it. Didn't this lady know that Neo had places to be? Well, she'd settle find out in a second. Neo drew her blade and slowly leveled it, with a quick thrust punched right through the woman's neck. Her eyes went wide as she reached up and felt the cold steel. Her eyes flicked from side to side as she let out a hilariously pathetic little gurgle. Neo grabbed her and pulled her to the ground before she could make any further noise.

Neo casually switched her illusion from making her blend into the environment to a uniform as she sat at the computer. She scanned the records of recent arrests and found that her count was right. So where was this last target? Ah, a plea deal, turned states witness, offered. Oh oh, Roman would want to see this, but more importantly. The look on their new "partner" would be hilarious. Bending over she slowly pulled her blade from the deceased officer, wiping it on the woman's clothes. She hid her umbrella from view and left the office, closing the door and giving a mock salute to some beat cop on the way out.

-/-

Cyan felt a sharp pain in his tail and bolted upright. A loud crack sounded as he felt a solid impact at the back of his skull. He curled his tail around to his front and leveled a glare a behind him, knife in hand and the dry rustle of his rattle shaking. The short ginger girl that had stomped his tail gave him a sheepish smile while clutching her nose.

"Sorry." The girl said with a nervous chuckle. She then turned her attention to some guy with black hair who rose like a zombie from the grave.

Cyan stored his knife and used the empty hand to rub the back of his head for a second before climbing to his feet. A quick glance over the room and he saw other students rising. Some slowly, some quickly, a few even looked to have bolted up at the sound of his tail. He decided that all of that was of secondary importance. First thing first, caffeine. Years of working for a mob boss/nightclub owner had not a morning person made. He shambled towards the cafeteria. A groan escaping as he vaguely recalled where he was and how he got there. Broke off from Pyrrha during the night, the teachers had divided the room so as to reduce the chance of anyone sneaking into the wrong sleeping bed. Had a wound up plopping down near some dork in a set of footsie pajamas. That was weird. Then did his best to fall asleep without dwelling on how he was defenseless in an open room.

He settled onto a table, eyes locked onto his coffee. Without much thought he lifted and chugged the steaming beverage, the burn only helped to wake him up faster. Afterwards, he started on his breakfast, a plate of fruit assorted fruit.

"Yang seriously I can pick my own breakfast without you looking over my shoulder." Cyan choked as he heard a familiar voice whine.

He quickly thumped his fist against his chest attempting to dislodge a chunk of apple from his throat. He looked over his shoulder to find the girl he had to spend the next four years avoiding and her sister walking right toward him.

"You tried to pile every cinnamon roll on the buffet on to one plate." the buxom blond, Yang he noted, said rolling her eyes.

"So, I have healthy stuff too!" The small girl yelled.

"A scoop of sliced strawberries on your cinnamon rolls does not make it healthy," Yang answered.

"I have whoa!" the smaller one yelled tripping over something and crashing to the ground.

Cyan caught a tray full of iced cinnamon rolls to the side of the head. He turned his head, frosting blocking his right eye caught a glimpse of a gray-haired guy and some bulky brunette guy laughing. They had just passed Torchwick on his hit list.

"I'm sorry. I was talking to my sister, and I must not have seen someone's leg." Cyan practically jumped out of his skin when he turned back to find himself staring into a pair of silver eyes.

"It's fine." He shouted brandishing his fruit tray defensively.

"But I covered you in." She blinked once, then scrunched up her face for a second. "Have we met before?"

The blonde tried to hold back a snort and mumbled something about ice breakers and work.

"What? No. Don't think so. I just have one of those faces ya know?" Cyan said judging the distance between himself and the exit.

"You have blue hair, red eyes, and a giant snake tail." Yang interrupted. "Yes, you must get mistaken for so many other people."

"You'd be surprised." Cyan climbed out of his bench as fast as he could. He watched the dark-haired girl for any signs of dawning apprehension as he said. "Well, I've got to wash this icing off. Bye!"

Yeah, good job. Only had to avoid her for four years, couldn't even make it twenty-four hours. Well, time to get this icing off before it hardened. He arrived just in time to find a bunch of guys looking thoroughly weirded out walk into the hall. He opened the door to find himself once again face to face with the ginger that had stepped on his tail that morning. He pushed past the girl before she could say anything, earning an annoyed look from some dark haired boy she was hanging out with.

-/-

After managing to remove most of the icing with a liberal application of hot water he finally moved on to the locker room. He didn't actually have anything in his assigned locker but it couldn't hurt to know where it was and anyway he had to find more would be meat-shields to bond with.

"No idea snow angel." Said some blond dork talking to who he instantly recognized as Weiss Schnee, and apparently Pyrrha.

"This is Pyrrha," Weiss said gesturing to a redhead who was no longer standing there.

"Hello again," Pyrrha said walking up to him seeming almost too excited.

"Hiya," Cyan answered with a lazy wave. "What was that all about?"

"Oh, Weiss was just telling me about how we'll be forming teams," Pyrrha said. Before Pyrrha could say whatever else was on her mind the heiress walked over to them.

"Excuse me Pyrrha."

"Hello again," Pyrrha answered this time with a faked polite smile.

"Who is your, friend here?" Weiss said clearly trying to be diplomatic.

"Oh, Cyan and I met on the ride from Vale," Pyrrha answered. "I was just telling him about the teams, and thinking maybe he and I could be on the same one."

Pyrrha smiled at him while her wide eyes flicked between him and Weiss. Cyan had spent enough time working security at the club to know that look. That was the look of someone trying to get a bouncer to call the guy hitting on her a cab home so she could let him down politely.

"Well, I suppose we could fit him on the team," Weiss said clearly missing, possibly intentionally, Pyrrha's obvious disinterest.

"Hey, I'm sure we'd have room for four." The blond said popping in.

"Oh god, you again," Weiss muttered just barely loud enough to hear while facepalming.

"And you are?" Cyan asked.

"Jaune Arc." The armor-clad blond said extending a hand.

Cyan returned the handshake even as the heiress looked on clearly annoyed at the constant interruptions. He took the chance to eye up potential meat-shield number two. His handshake was limp with no real effort in the grip, he lacked any noticeable muscle through the loose hoodie may have had something to do with that, and he leaned towards the side with his sword. Not a particularly strong candidate all in all. Cyan needed someone who could hold their own in a fight if only to buy him more time to run away.

"Cyan Leroy, and sure I suppose it could happen." Though not if Cyan himself could do anything about it.

"Certainly not." Weiss was less diplomatic.

"That sounds great," Pyrrha said. Cyan had to bite down the urge to ask if she was high.

Jaune apparently missed the redheaded stunner being the only one to be genuinely interested in teaming with him because he was staring at the heiress like a kicked puppy. Cyan had to resist the urge to smack him upside the head. Way too many cases of watching fools get their asses kicked hitting on Melanie had left him with no sympathy for idiots who couldn't take a hint. Granted he hadn't had much sympathy for anyone anyway but what was there was too little to waste. Still, this conversation was starting to drag on, and his ability to benefit from it long since expired.

"Well, I don't think anyone is going to be on anyone's team if we don't get to the cliffs," Cyan said pointing to a clock on the wall.

The other three, as well as a pair of girls he hadn't noticed before, looked at it for a solid five seconds before taking off at a dead sprint. Well except for the one who seemed to teleport. Either way Cyan decided he'd settle for a nice brisk walk.

Arriving at the cliffs the blonde from the interrogation room, Miss Goodwitch one of the other late students called her, assigned him a metal square. He simply took his place without arguing and looked up the line to see where everyone else was.

"Now that you're all here," Ozpin said with a pointed look at the last arrival. "We can begin. You will all be launched into this Grimm infested forest. Once inside you will partner up with the first person you make eye contact with. This partner will be with you for the next four years so choose wisely."

Jaune spoke up at this point, and Cyan ignored him in favor of weighing his options. Both of them. Pyrrha was probably the strongest student at Beacon if her win record was anything to go off of, but Weiss came with SDC money and resources. SDC security wasn't the best obviously but then all he had to worry about was a pair of crime bosses, not the White Fang.

"Remember don't hesitate to destroy anything in your path or you will die," Ozpin said.

Cyan barely had time to process that sentence before he was sent sailing through the air. He felt the wind rush past his ears as he practically flew through the sky, a sea of green rushing past him below. A small smile crossed his face as the rush of free fall hit. He closed his eyes and took a moment to focus on the rush of adrenaline. His eyes snapped open as he started his descent. He plummeted headlong into the foliage, snapping his arms out at the last second and grabbing a branch. He spun around the branch bleeding off his momentum before letting go. His feet landed on the trunk of an old tree and kicked off back flipping and landing one foot, one knee, and a fist hitting the ground.

"And the crowd goes wild," Cyan said rising to his feet while making fake cheering noises. He then quickly looked around to make sure no one saw it. A bush rustled. Oh for the love of, a large black humanoid wolf covered in bone patches and spikes crawled out of the underbrush.

Oh just a Grimm, that was a relief. He could just kill that and it couldn't talk even if he didn't. It charged forward loping on all fours. Cyan drew a shotgun from his semblance and leveled at the charging beast. The Grimm reared it's front claw back for a strike as it pounced. A shotgun blast to the gut killed it's momentum and knocked it sprawling on it's back. The monster rolled and quickly scrambled to its feet, and immediately took another shotgun blast to the knee. It hit the ground right at Cyan's feet. He pressed the muzzle of the shotgun the base of the things head and pulled the trigger till it went click. Looking things over he dropped the empty gun and let out a breath. Well if all the Grimm were that easy this would be a walk in the park.

-/-

"Son of a bone plated whore!" Cyan yelled running up a tree and back flipping off. A red collapsible ax plunged into another wolf things head. He gave it a probing yank to find it had gotten stuck. At some point, he'd figured out if he waited for a minute that the creature would dissolve into smoke and he could get it back. The problem was that it's friends didn't look like they were willing to patiently wait for that.

He tapped into his reserves and pulled out a sword raising it in a defensive stance. Honestly, the individual Grimm weren't actually all that tough, but it was the fact that they just kept coming in waves and waves that made it such a pain to deal with. He had already started to feel the strain and it had only been maybe twenty minutes since he landed in the forest and yet it felt like he had been fighting for hours. Another of the wolf monsters charged. Cyan rolled at the last second, feeling the wind rush past as the giant claw barely missed him. He took a swipe at its leg, catching it in the knee. The beast dropped to one knee and howled in pain.

Cyan wasted no time in focusing his attention on another wolf grimm and rushing at the thing full force. The monster swung a claw up at his face. Cyan felt the bone spike graze his cheek as he swerved to the left. He swung up his sword at the creatures neck. For all, it's lack of intelligence it knew that getting hit was bad and tried to avoid it. Cyan's momentum carried him into a blow piercing its jaw up through it's head His winning blow had cost him the cleaver though.

The remaining beasts charged him at once. Cyan pulled out an old saber and backpedaled out of the way as the charging grimm took wild swings at him. He felt his back hit a tree and his eyes widened as he suddenly had nowhere to run. Aura up he guarded against the wild onslaught the claws of the grim like a storm of flensing blades. The beasts attempting to tear him to pieces each blow send a fresh surge of pain lancing through his body even with his aura holding. The tree behind him didn't hold up so well. The wood snapped with a loud crack allowing him to fall back free of the assault Cyan drew back his blade and thrust it as hard as he could catching a Grimm in the stomach and dragged it through the monster's torso. His blade spun through the air. Cyan felt as he overdid it with his swing and spun hitting a tree. Luckily the wood didn't hold and trap this blade too. Unluckily he cut clean through the thin trunk bringing the tree down. Both he and the surviving Grimm tried to dodge. The trunk flipped up into the chin of one beast knocking it over. Cyan avoided the trunk but still took several branches to the everything, and then something heavier and softer landing on him. The branches snapped and scattered everywhere.

A pair of turquoise eyes met his own. There was a growl behind them as the wolf thing got to its feet and another as the one with the wounded knee managed to crawl close enough to begin an attack. Cyan braced himself for another onslaught. The girl on top of him, however, shot to her feet. A kick snapped out and smacked the wounded Grimm in the jaw sending it flying. She grinned as she almost casually hopped over the others attack with her remaining leg.

The wolf thing overswung and ended up facing away from them. The girl pulled a, was that a grenade launcher? Where did she get a grenade launcher? And more importantly, where could he get one? Anyway, the grenade launcher then started shifting to a giant hammer. The ginger swung the beast of a maul into the Grimm's face and it and with a click, an explosion rocked the monster as it went flying. Well, everything below the shoulder went flying, everything from the shoulder up was just gone. She turned on her heel weapons form again. The shot arced right into the monster with the wounded knee and exploded. After about a second the upper half of the monsters head landed next to him.

She turned to him grinning triumphantly, for all of maybe three seconds before something hit her. "Ah, shoot."

Yes I know it's called a Beowulf, Cyan doesn't it's part of the whole thug, not a huntsman thing.

Also yes a giant two handed hammer with an over sized head like Magnhild is called a maul, because a giant grenade spitting hammer wasn't awesome enough.