Hunter's May Cry 1 (DMC3)
Heres one I've been excited to do, Happy Thanks Giving.
Parody: DMC3
Rain fell upon the capital of Mistral, as if it were the brother's tears, for what occurred beneath was tragic, so many lives lost for merely the hate of a man and the greed of another. The once beautiful capital now laid in ruins. And at its center where the once proud colosseum stood now laid an unholy tower that breached the very skies of Remnant.
On its peak two fought, their history long and filled with bloodshed, a red blade screamed as it tore forward the surrounding rain bursting into scalding steam. From it a torrent of crimson launched but was met by a nobler steel that met the bloodied energy with otherworldly white. The man sneered, his hair burning red as scarlet energy enveloped him, once he had been a common child like any other.
But humanity had taught him of cruelty and seeded hate in his being, and with it a wish for their destruction and the power to achieve it. One need only look upon the brand of his face to know of his reasoning and why he'd never forget. He swung and parried a blade that dwarfed his own its wielder his polar opposite, his colossal blade glowing a white as pure as his reason.
His was a tale of trial, of loss and self-doubt yet he never fell even where greater men would and for it he radiated power and strength not for destruction like his counterpart but to protect. His hair flowed downward glistening from the rain while his eyes fixed upon his opponent. Though they were both azure the vengeful swordsmen only burned hatefully while the heroes where lit with determination.
Again, they rushed forward the blonde blade wielder swinging his giant sword as if it weighed a feather while the angry bull swung with such precision it was as if he could see the future. Again, and again steel met, each time screaming from the meeting, sparks flying so hot the surrounding raindrops sizzled. Despite the power in their blades, the death promised at their edges the two showed an uncanny enjoyment from the duel, for they were both brothers if only in swordplay.
The ringing of steel, the trembling of a clash of the intent to kill they both shared this, and while dueling that was all that mattered, not their race, loyalty or reason only the duel and the one who stood before them. They held a history but not a direct one, one sought to seek revenge on the one who abandoned him and those she loved and the other to protect them from his wicked blade. Again, and again they had clashed one for that friend again as enemies of a war orchestrated by a being cursed with immortality and now over the ruins of Mistral.
Crocea Mors swung down only to be met by a glowing Wilt, the two looked at one another as sparks flew between them as twin azure looked into a single resentful cobalt. With a grunt Wilt raged exploding crimson and sending the Arc back, the knight swung his massive blade sending a white blast of energy roaring towards the bull. The man sheathed all but a foot of his blade and blocked the aura arc absorbing it, making its power his own and burning brighter than ever before. The two assumed their stances both blades glowing, finally his patience betrayed him and the Arc advanced and once more their blades danced. Streaks of white and red alike soared through the air as flashes of intense light followed by booms like thunder as they clashed.
With speed inhuman and strength unparalleled, the two fought as if sworn enemies, each's prowess so excellent that even the rained dared not entrench upon their duel creating a perfect sphere absent of the storm's tears, finally however the two master's blades met and with them the pocket ceased the repelled water finally pouring down. Behind the two roaring blades the warriors looked to one another, the hate long gone from the ferocious bull and arrogance absent from the paladin, all that greeted the other was a determined stare and the smallest up turn of each other's lips.
However, like all things this too could only end, it was only the faintest miscalculation but that was all that was needed. Adam smiled as he shifted Wilt's edge and allowed its scarlet Arc to roar forth, with a single swing it was decided as the knights large blade was sent flying in the air. Only through Crocea Mors's reflection was the result shown as Wilt struck forward piercing through the knight's radiant aura and burying into flesh.
The thundering of the rainfall dulled as the two looked to one another, no hate, nor regret only a single exhale and acceptance. When he pulled back his blade Adam showed no mirth nor anger only a clear understanding and perhaps a slight disappointment. The Patriarch fell back his form making a large splash in the clear water, Adam looked to his nemesis, he certainly felt accomplishment from seeing his defeated foe but also a measure of loss. No longer would he exchange blades with the only exception to his hate of humanity.
Pulling out his mask he covered his face once more from the only man who'd ever seen his visage and had lived to tell of it… but no longer. Reluctantly he lifted his rivals blade its weight inhuman, it was his now. As he turned away the fallen knight's hand clenched pale white light licking his form, and it was as his eyes opened that the sight of Adam thrusting Crocea Mors forward towards him monopolized his sight…
-Several Hours Earlier Mistral-
'Ring, Ring' On a desk in a slightly run down building a outdated Scroll rung. Again and again it screeched vibrating against the pre-used desk, shifting towards a nearby Pizza box. So loud was it that the sound of a shower cutting off could barely be seen only becoming apparent once the door to the bathroom was flung open and a rather handsome blonde stepped out.
His hair watered down his bangs partially covering his cerulean eyes. He'd already dressed, well besides his top as said blonde made his way to the desk bare chested. He wore black pants and steel toed laced boots while around his neck hung a small vial of pure white dust. He heard his scroll ring, he looked to a chair on its side and smirked before kicking it up into a spin while he moved behind his desk. Beginning to squat said chair descended landing perfectly beneath him.
Quickly propping a foot on the desk he leaned back putting the chair on its back legs, finally he lifted and lowered his other leg on the desk with enough force to earn a slight cracking noise from the oak while launching his scroll off it. reaching out he nabbed the device just before it could begin to descend. Jaune answered casually.
"Hey there Jaune Arc whose calling? Quickly the blonde's smile fell as he deadpanned before looking across the room viewing his most prized possession, a worn and ragged hoodie with a long since faded image of Pumpkin Pete plastered on its chest. The hoodie itself was littered with stitches from the many tears the article had endured however, to him it was precious without compare.
"Sorry not for sale." Quickly he hung up not caring to hear the caller's attempts to negotiate, having heard so countless times. He supposed he couldn't really blame them though once he considered how much said hoodie was worth. After all it was signed by a champion who once advertised for said cereal brand while worn by another during his first time on the tournament scene. He chuckled to himself.
"Everytime, when will they learn." He supposed it was better than somebody attempting to sponsor him again, especially Pumpkin Pete's. Grabbing up a slice of Pizza he begun to relax until the doorbell rang, the blonde spared a look up spotting a vaguely familiar man walking towards him. The man was dapper with a thick mustache but a completely bald head however judging by the burns across his scalp and the left of his face he guessed his due wasn't by choice. However, what drew his attention was the man's eyes or eye to be more precise.
One was a plain green, but the other was an eerily familiar amber that almost seemed to smolder that made Jaune want to take a shot at him on the spot. However, the young hunter wouldn't let his caution show and smirked drawing from his inner Yang.
"So you a customer looking for a huntsman, a fan here to confess your love, or another stooge trying to nab my hoodie there? If it's the second sorry, I don't swing that way but there are plenty of fish in the sea." The man didn't so much as flinch at the jab.
"Are you Jaune Arc." Said blonde raised a brow.
"Uh, yeah." Was it conceited to think he'd be hard not to recognize? After all he was a member of the Miraculous Seven not to mention the current Mistral Regional Champion.
"The boy who couldn't even watch a door." All good will vanished from the blonde at the moniker and his eyes narrowed on said individual.
"Who are you? No better yet who sent you?" The man smiled for the first time.
"My name is Watts, Doctor Watts, as for who sent me that would be Adam, he's invited you to a 'friendly' duel." Streaks of white begun to seethe from the patriarch as he reached under his table.
"Did he now? How generous." The man smiled.
"Indeed, consider this his invitation." Without warning the man reached out for the desk and flipped it with ease, Jaune acted instantly punching the desk, shattering it into woodchips before gripping one of the guns inside the shattered furniture and pointing it out towards the man only to find him gone. Seeing the man gone Jaune lowered his firearm, before stretching out his hand and catching the Pizza box.
"Well, a duel huh… Guess it would be rude not to finish Bullboy." Jaune quickly reached out for a slice and opened wide. However just before his lips could touch sweet greasy delight the world around him shattered like so much glass. Several claws slashed forward burying deep into his flesh as four Beowulves ambushed the veteran huntsman.
Each Grimm snarled in anticipation of the feast of intestines soon to come, however such thoughts were cut off when its eyesight was blocked by a single heavy palm. Bashing into it the Grimm was sent flying its skull crushed in, upon slamming into the wall it broke into a mass of ebony miasma. The Three others looked over to their fallen pack mate before roaring at Jaune and readying to attack with another swipe before they paused.
Their arms wouldn't listen, when they looked to the offending limbs, they saw it, their claws sharp enough to tear apart metal with ease were trapped seemingly restrained by a deep white glow as Jaune's barrier ensnared them. Only the tips of their claws were tinged red but even now a pure white licked at the wounded flesh restoring it.
Without warning said victim begun to step forward with a stride so confident you'd think he hadn't just been impaled. Slowly he walked up to the Pizza box he'd dropped from the wolfies little love bites nabbing up a slice of pie before. With his free hand he grabbed one of the stuck grimm releasing it from his hold before tossing it over his head and curling his fist before punching with an aura infused strike curtesy of Ren's lessons. Said beast went flying into the ceiling fan and was torn to pieces before said device fell crashing down towards him before he glowed a fierce white and streaks of red formed.
Abruptly the black hue coated the tool and the fan blade rotated faster than ever before crashing into one of the Grimm turning it into a mess of black pulp and then rolled around menacingly towards the other ending its false life just as brutally. Jumping back the knight barely avoided several long claws appearing from visibly nowhere as reality shattered before him like glass to reveal the rest of the horde. Seeing this Jaune frowned.
"Hey now, that's a neat trick there, popping up like that, reminds me of my favorite lil accomplice in fact. You fellas wouldn't happen to know where she's been for the past week would you? Can't miss her, looks like a walking talking ice-cream cone?" The Grimm only responded with growls. Jaune nodded in understanding.
"Right, right Grimm no speakie, sheesh, if Snow Angel knew I actually asked a Grimm about something I'd never hear the end of it." Turning he made his way to an old jukebox he'd bought and smiled.
"Well, if we're gonna do this, we might as well do it in style." Pressing the button the blonde was rewarded with… nothing but a single glowing light.
"'sigh' Hiya!" Not wasting a moment to consider the cost he struck the machine with a devastating chop bending in the top and sending it into a fit of sparks and smoke but surprisingly it begun to play. Tapping his foot to the beat seeming to ignore the encroaching Grimm as he did Jaune smiled. The blonde didn't reach for a weapon even as he could feel their hot rancid breath, after all he was a weapon. The smallest of the Beowulves roared leaping towards him maws wide and ready to tear into flesh.
However said jaws never reached their aim instead shattering against the ivory sphere that formed around the knight. Within white streaks begun to enter his form augmenting his muscles as he readied to have a bit of fun. He turned to regard the now toothless Beowulf and smirked.
"Aw looks like gummies just volunteered." Tossing the slice in his mouth he swung his fist back crashing into and through the Grimm's skull, before its body could even realize it was dead he kicked the thing away into the one behind it and gave a roundhouse to a copycat aiming for a pounce like the first. Said Wolf was sent flying across the room.
Another Grimm rushed forward but it was hardly concerning as he reached into his pockets drawing his trusty Storm Flowers a gift from his brother in all but blood and modified by the legendary weapon nut herself. With a grace only a boy raised by seven sisters could manage he rushed through them, cutting through jugulars with finesse before opening fire on the crowd unleashing a storm of bullets upon them.
Closing in on the nearest Grimm he axe-kicked the mangy mutt shattering its skull, before switching Storm Flower to semi-automatic and with it increasing its caliber to an aura boosted .45. Taking aim he chose his mark blowing one whole after another into it leaving it like a black hunk of cheese. A Grimm crashed through the ceiling thinking he hadn't noticed but being oh so wrong as no sooner a barrage of bullets pelleted its form pushing it up and suspending it in the air.
Another Grimm rushed the knight as he did his little trick and in response, he pointed the brighter pistol its way and opened fire tearing apart its knee and sending it to the ground. Not wasting a beat he stomped down on the center of the beast's back and took a note from his favorite bomber and skated through the room on his make ship board unloading death at incredible speeds making the line between sheer brutality and artistic razor thin.
Firing the left legs of his pole table off creating a makeshift ramp he made a move and did a perfect 1080 firing off with a accuracy beyond the norm with each rotation before the grimm slammed into the ceiling and he activated the gravity dust in his boots and went crashing down into the pool table. Sending the Billiard balls flying, switching Stormflower to it largest caliber he fired into the reinforced sphere sending it rocketing into the others striking with enough force to create a mini cannon ball barrage.
Each ball struck with enough force to explode the opposing Grimm's bodies blowing them apart and across the room. Quickly more shattered into reality and the Arc decided to quit playing around as his aura fed into the crimson streaks expanding them and making his palms glow black. From the mount on his wall Crocea Mors spun towards him like it was possessed, catching the blade he infused his aura into it creating a coat of aura around it giving it the reach and width of a greatsword. With a smile he swung the heirloom sending out an Arc of blindingly white aura that tore through the incoming pack as well as the pool table behind him.
Raising his other palm he focused on his weapon rack pulling forward one of Ruby's more unorthodox sheaths for his blade after his shield had been melted curtesy of a very dead Cinder. The sheath was nothing like one, instead being no more than a heavier double-edged blade artistically notched on both side near its tip. With a click he sheathed the blade locking it in place on the dust infused sword.
He still had no idea what he'd ever done to get such a gift from Craterface and Snow Angel.
Pulling the blade over his shoulder his aura shield preventing it from doing any damage he surveyed the remaining grimm, yeah they'd make a good warm up. Deciding on the big honcho of an alpha in the back he acted his blade glowing black as it propelled itself and him forward stabbing square into the beast chest running both it and the wall through. The Grimm roared in pain but Jaune quickly slashed up splitting it in half from the abdomen.
Hearing its buddies realizing what had happened he turn Crocea Mors glowing before he unleashed a wave of energy on them. He stood still waiting for the big finale.
"Three, two, one." Each Grimm's upper half slipped off at the waist and with that he took a bow feeling only a bit silly for it. Finally, however he looked his place over and paled, it was a wreck, the windows smashed, the walls in tatters and don't even get him started on his desk, pool table and fan.
Who would do such a thing!... oh yeah… Dammit.
"'Sigh' well looks like I know where my prize money is going." Then he felt it an all too familiar presence that his aura had all but marked with how many times he had amplified her. With a smile he stepped towards the door taking his favorite gift Snow Angel had given him off the clothes rack a red duster weaved with dust and donned it.
Deciding he was already gonna have to pay a shit ton of lien for repair he kicked at the door sending it flying. Stepping outside he examined the surrounding already hearing the tells of Grimm but not people. His scroll went off then and when he checked he saw it a display alerting all Hunters to face the invading Grimm. He sighed then, glad to see he hadn't gotten a search and rescue mission meaning evacuations had already been taken care of.
It was as he looked for any details on where the Grimm numbers were heaviest that he heard them and looked up spotting several Beowulves making their way to him. Even now he could see several Ursa appearing before him out of thin air. He watched as they shattered into the world closing his eyes he sensed for her and found a auric response, smiling he looked up to the Grimm.
"Well, looks like my lil accomplice brought me a present." Drawing Crocea Mors he directed its edge to the nearest Ursa.
"It'd be rude of me not to use you guys then wouldn't it." He shot forward thrusting into the nearest Ursa running it through. Pulling back he swung Crocea upwards sending the bear grimm flying. Looking to the nearing Beowulves he threw his sword like a windmill the noble steel tearing apart the beast. Drawing Stormflower he let loose on the Ursa above suspending it in the air with a barrage of rounds until it broke apart into miasma. An Alpha leaped towards him and in response he put out his open palm towards it. The Grimm opened wide ready to rip off the limb but was stopped as Crocea Mors tore through its chest a black hue coating it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, always watch your back pal" Crocea glowed a fierce red with a smile he swung a flame imbued aura arc letting it loose upon the remaining beast. It was only a subtle shift but Jaune felt it and leaped avoiding the first slash that shattered into reality the blade swung up towards the defenseless Arc. Jaune smiled the gravity dust in his duster triggering allowing him to perform a mid-air jump avoiding the blade, With a roar he swung down Crocea Mors on the Grimm but it shattered.
Landing he waited knowing it couldn't be far off he focused assuming a defensive stance, with a pained wail it appeared shattering into reality. Jaune turned palm stretched out receiving the blow his, a large scythe clashed being repelled. Seeing the opening he acted redirecting the force of its blow back to the beast making it skid away. Now that his mysterious guest had finally stopped moving he got a decent look at it and went wide-eyed.
The creature looked like that of a giant apathy a long lanky body shrouded behind a ebony miasmic cloak. In its hands it held a scythe composed of dark mass like a grimm and bone-like plate armor, it wailed at him a ghastly spine tingling wail. It was a Grimm was the assumption any hunter or civilian would surely come to but to him. Looking to it, seeing the ragged coral, ivory and brunette locks of thin split winery hairs and those glowing white and pink eyes.
"… Neo? The hell did they do to you?" With a wail it surged forward at him catching the Arc off guard in his shock and sending him flying. When he looked back up she was gone, however years of being 'partners' with the little terror had made him quick versed in dodging her. Swerving left he narrowly avoided a scythe stabbing into the ground. Turning to it he smiled.
"So that real is you, nobody else would go for a backstab so quickly." Pressing a palm he filled the being with aura. The Grimm shirked however he saw as the miasmic cloak weakened the faintest outline of a tiny figure hidden within it. Jaune smiled.
"So your trapped in there huh? Guess I have to get you out." Jaune face grew a tad more serious before he assumed what the tournament scene had dubbed his Royal Guard style. The Grimm who'd possessed his lil friend he'd officially dub the Grimm Vanguard spin its scythe in a threatening display before it jumped back shattering once more. Jaune waited knowing Neo's semblance was merely a illusion not actually teleportation or bending reality. He may not see her but he could hear the wind parting by her scythe's edge.
Again his aura flared and again he countered his fist burning white as he struck it's chest filling it with light. The Grimm Vanguard wailed pained but he didn't care, pulling out Crocea Mors he thrusted forward the gravity dust in his duster propelling him like a bullet to perform his signature Stinger technique.
The blade edge tore into it earning another pain shriek from the Grimm. It yelled desperately as it swung its huge blade down at him aura exploded tanking the first blow sending back the Grimm Vanguard slightly losing balance. Not wasting the chance his body burned white and he tackled it letting all his aura flood it. The Vanguard leaped back writhing around as it struggled to retain the venom like light of Jaune's soul. Within the petite criminal stirred the slightest bit and when she did it self-preservation instincts triggered. With a final menacing shriek it leaped back before he could act and shattered away this time no intention of remaining.
Jaune grimaced at the sight of his 'accomplice' vanishing.
"Don't worry Neo I'll have you out of that thing soon enough, I promise." He looked around trying to decide where to head to help the most. However, fate answered him first as he felt the earth beneath shake and tremble.
"Well, that can't be good." Jaune looked out to the city and what he saw next shook him to his core.
-Mistral Colosseum-
At the Heart of the kingdom where legends were made and champions born three stood, a madman, a swordsman and doctor who sought to take what could only be rightfully his. Said man was the only human among the three. He looked over his scroll looking diligently and smiling with a nod when the green light lit and his virus took hold.
"Very good, now the mechs here are under my control, not as many as in Atlas but I suppose beggars can't be choosers." The swordsman merely grunted not caring for the human's words or methods only focused on the goal at hand. While the mad Scorpion could only hop in trepidation.
"Oh, hurry, hurry Watts, let's begin, the resurrection of our goddess!" The man rolled his eyes out of the scorpion's line of sight.
"Patience Tyrian, have you already forgotten Jinn's words, for the ritual to come at hand we need to finish the circle." Before them was indeed a runic circle forming from the black fluids of the brothers grimm, Watts himself using his telekinesis to make the symbol. Once finally complete he smiled.
"The time is at hand, Tyrian, the Relic of Creation." Said Faunus giggled excitedly before drawing forth a sceptre that emanated power and drew the soulless beast attention. Taking it in hand the doctor could feel the power, he then looked to his other cohort.
"Adam, the Relic of Destruction." Said faunus regarded him for several seconds, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind before the only one that matter did. Blake, humanity and what they must suffer. He nodded then presenting a sheathed blade ancient beyond recorded time and yet untouched by the millennium's pressures. Watts took the blade's hilt and drew it. The very air screamed as it was drawn, such unparallel power, Watts smiled.
"Well then shall we begin?" He didn't wait for their inputs immediately crossing both relics over one another. Creation and Destruction released in equal measures, colliding and repelling over each other again and again until finally something beyond mere destruction and more than creation manifested. The Circle begun to fill with a darkness beyond even the brothers Grimm as a deep miasma begun to spread out and manifest into a black stone that pulsed with an unholy life and drank in the light of the world.
The three watch in awe as the spire grew like a twisted spear as it ascended beyond the colosseum and any building in the kingdom. The earth shook as the spire bloomed cracking and parting leaving devastation to the once prosperous capital. From the fissures in the earth an all too familiar black emerged their eyes glowing a baleful crimson that despised humanity. Watts looked to the magnificent and terrible sight before him, the first step in his goal the tower that pierced the sky and threatened the brothers themselves Temen-ni-gru. None of them waited, caring not for the countless they had sentenced to a painful and fear inducing death, the only thing on each's mind the wish they held none the same.
However, Tyrian paused when he felt something, one of the children he'd been given by his goddess before her downfall had suffered a great many wounds. The madman froze for a second before pouting, it would seem a certain interesting knight had tried to free their tiny princess from her Grimm prison. Perhaps he would pay the blonde knight a visit, it had been so long after all and what kind of host would he be if he didn't welcome the boy. He had the perfect Grimm for it to.
Jaune whistled at the sight of the tower.
"Wow, that's big… well." Stretching he let his bones pop before making his way towards it.
"Might as well finish this quickly." Entering what was once one of the seedier alley of Mistral all he could now see were Grimm. Beowulves turned to him while Nevermores cawed letting lose a flurry of pinons. With ease Jaune's aura manifested his barrier tanking the feathers, smiling he broke into a sprint rushing to the crowds of Beowulve's palm glowing.
"Hiya?" With an open hand strike he impacted the Grimm its torso exploding, drawing Stormflower he unloaded into the two nearest beast that closed in on him. While once he may have been a novice Ruby would never hear of it and made him practice till he could shoot the wings off a fly.
The two wolves before him fell breaking down into a dark mist, hearing the telling caws he leaped back narrowly avoiding several pinons. He looked up seeing the furious Nevermores circling him. Not wasting a beat he pulled out another parting gift from a retiring pal. The Nevermores fired again only for Jaune to draw his trump card a pair of nunchucks that he spun into a makeshift shield repelling the feathers. Ruyi-Bang and Jingu-Bang hung in both his hands as he smiled up to the Grimm, pulling out a vial of pale blue dust he inserted it into the weapons turning them shades of blue and black before leaping up towards the winded Grimm.
With quick fluid movements he tore into the avian Grimm his nunchucks forming ice like clubs at its end that tore of slabs of ebony flesh with each impact. Finally, he spun the weapon around his torso and by extension theirs. The two clumps of dissipating meat fell shrinking and vanishing before they could even hit the floor. Landing Jaune looked to the obstruction blocking the exit to the alleyway before looking to the bar left of him.
"Huh? Wonder if their open, something tells me by the end of today I'm gonna want a cold one." Stepping in he found the place empty though from the blood spatters he could guess the poor souls hadn't made it out okay. Not wanting anymore to do with the bar he made his way the exit finding a strip joint behind it. Blushing from the idea of what had surely been going on in this den of vice Jaune made a move for the exit a bit too fast in his step.
However just before he could grab the doorknob he leaped back narrowly avoiding several Grimm that shattered into existence. No sooner did Crocea Mors pierce the beast's head and the wall behind it at once. Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled out Stormflower unleashing a rain of bullets upon the remaining Grimm. Jaune smiled to the black interlopers willing Crocea back into his hands before he rushed forward impaling one of the alphas the wall and proceeded to leap above the swung at the next. Again he fired off Stormflower spinning like a top above the beast until it succumb to the lead storm. Without missing a beat he landed Ruyi-Bang and Jingu-Bang already in hand.
Shattering into the world were two very large Beringels. Jaune smiled at the challenge and willed the dust imbued nunchucks in hand. Both attacked at the same moment the Beringel with a pounce and Jaune with an upwards swing of Ruyi-Bang, from its end ice pillars shot up from the ground impaling the gorilla. The beast itself roared before Jaune kicked its face in using the force to jump back narrowly avoiding the second ape hammering fist crashing down where he once stood crushing its brethren.
The creature snarled but was cut off when a boot slammed into its face crushing its teeth, it cried as it swung a fist the Arc's way only for him to assume his guard stance and block the blow. Slowly he let the force of each blow gather as the Beringel raged upon him before he exhaled and struck forward the point of impact exploding leaving a gaping hole in its chest.
The Grimm fell back then leaving the Arc little impressed as he stretched from job well done popping his neck before he made his way out of the venue.
Exiting the building he looked to the tower that had sprouted, it was even bigger up close, a tiny part of him wanted to retreat, gather a team of hunters and go at this by the books. Yet as he saw Grimm manifest to life from the miasmic clouds above their source this tower he knew there was no time to waste and proceeded.
It was as he closed in that he noticed the air chilling and ice beginning to form, his instincts roared as his intuition blared. He stood before the gates to the tower then and with one final breath he entered. Upon entering he found himself in a large rounded chamber, where outside he felt in a chill in here it was freezing. Ice formed all around him, against the walls and even the ceiling. However, what drew the eye most was the figure at the opposite side of him.
Posted there was a figure bigger than life, a Beowulf larger than a bus with three heads, frozen in ice. The necks were bound by chain, each head collared over the hairless beast. Jaune looked to it a tad amaze he'd admit, never seen one get so big or have that peculiar mutation either. Still, the damn thing was frozen solid, one good hit and it'd shatter if it wasn't already dead.
Deciding to just let it be, maybe snap a pic to show off to the gang he made his way to it before the frozen sculpture abruptly roared pouncing forward at him. Seeing it Jaune leaped left, barely avoiding the attack as its paws crashed down where he'd been spreading a thick sheen of ice where it stood. Jaune blinked surprised, sure he'd heard of some Grimm making blast and even shooting fire but ice? Seriously? The beast turned to him before roaring and a wave of cold shot forward, no heat spewed from its maws only chill as glaciers of ice formed and shot towards him.
With a swing of his blade he shattered the chunk of frozen air the fragments embedding themselves in the wall behind him like bullets. The Grimm leaned down to regard him rage clear in its crimson orbs. Before its maws parted and the words of men leaked forth.
"Leave now mortal if you value your life, this place is forbidden to your ilk." Jaune blinked.
"Holy shit, you talk!" The Grimm huffed ignoring him.
"Temen-ni-gru is no place for the powerless, you are unworthy to step here weakling."
"Hey now fido, I don't think that's anyway to talk to somebody, I mean sure that's a hell of a trick there you got speaking and all and the whole ice things a nice touch, But you'd still probably come in second to Zwei in a dog show, no hate, just saying." The Beowulf growled.
"For a mere human to make a mockery of me! I will freeze your soul and shatter it with your weak body!" With a roar a blast of ice shot out, only for the knight to leap out of its way where it hit the way he came in from freezing it whole. Jaune turned to the Grimm he decided to dub a Cerberus.
"Whoa, easy there buddy, tell you what how about we get you some exercise, like a good old walk huh. That's right boy, come on." The Cerberus growled again, it being made a mockery by a human.
"You will regret the day you set foot in here worm! Now Die!" Jaune cracked his neck, supposing it'd been a minute since the last time he'd dealt with such a difficult grimm. He jumped in place loosening himself as he readied for a good old extermination. Twirling Crocea in his left hand as he waved the ancient grimm over. With a roar the beast pounced maws open and snapping as he shot at the blonde.
Moving out the way Jaune swung Crocea against his left, his blade tearing into its flank but not managing to break past the ice pseudo-exoskeleton.
"'Tch' damn, that's one hard shell you got their." Quickly pulling out Stormflower he unloaded into the flank succeeding with the penetrating rounds where his blade had failed and cracking and shattering it.
"Gods I can just hear craterface telling me I told you so about getting some guns. 'sigh' well, when she's right she's right." Quickly he thrusted Mors forth this time the blade burying deep into the black flesh spew out miasma as it ran through the flesh and muscle scraping against the bone. Cerberus yelped in pain jumping back blade still embedded in its flesh. Jaune smiled as he rose his open palm out to it. The mutt roared as Crocea Mors glowed black before tearing through flesh and rushing to his grip, no sooner did he swing letting loose an arc of aura.
The blade of light slammed into him cleaving into his face shattering his left head's armor, before unleashing Starflower's payload into the right. Cerberus barreled forward again but stopped just before the smiling blonde as he rose his open palm, the hand glowing a black hue as the chains bounding it pulled back dragging him away.
"Wh-what is this!?" Unable to advance on the boy it fired off another blast of ice towards the Arc and in response the boy swerved left as he closed in. Panicked the Grimm stomped into the floor, making the room shake. No sooner did stalactites begin to fall crashing down towards Jaune who quickly rose his aura tanking the hit only to be struck by a fierce swipe of the Grimm's paw and sent crashing into the wall.
Cerberus didn't waste a moment unleashing another devastating howl and with it a beam of chilled energy that exploded in ice around the blonde leaving only a colossal lump of ice where he stood.
"Foolish human." As he turned he never noted how the single drop of water formed on the ice's surface and then another until steam begun to raise out of it. With a roar the ice shattered as a blade of light tore forward hitting into the Grimm followed by another and another each slamming into it making its ice armor crack and give to the unyielding force. Finally, Jaune came running a fire in his eyes and a savage smile on his face as he swung unleashing one auric blade after another while in his other hand he let loose round after round into the giant from Stormflower.
"Damn pest!" Stomping down pillars of ice rose only to shatter against his barrier and boots as he stomped down on them gaining some air as he leaped meeting its hateful orbs with his determined azure as he swung severing the right most head as it exploded in a mass of black and slick grey fluids as his blade tore into it exploding with aura.
Quickly throwing Crocea Mors back stabbing it in the floor he will himself to it with polarity narrowly avoiding the jaws of the Grimm. Landing a pulling out his families blade he smiled up to the monster.
"So… still think I'm just some 'weak' human?"
"Enough!" With a roar the Grimm let loose a devastating wave of cold that swallowed everything within and enveloping it in ice. Jaune went wide eyed at the incoming chill and making his decision he quickly unsheathed Crocea Mors from... The Grimm howled in laughter as the tiny pest was swallowed into the bone chilling mist, it was done.
Or so it should've been before the icy cloud exploded as a tornado of flame burst to life at its center, standing there in the eye of the storm was Jaune. In his hands were not just Crocea but now Mors, the shield transformed the bladed sheath collapsed in on itself becoming nearly identical to the family's blade as he duel wielded the two. One spewed scorching flamed while the other vicious winds. Cerberus stepped back from the boy who resembled less a human and more a god of war as he shot forward propelled by the winds and flames in equal measures.
With a smile he broke into a spin the flames coiling around him and the winds expanding them their heat melting the surrounding ice even the hounds icy armor leaving him bare against the twin blades. With a feral grin he swung both blades down in a x of flames and winds that tore into the left's face mincing the head apart in a torrent of flaming winds.
Cerberus forced his ice forth even as it melted against the righteous fires leaving only a small spear of ice to strike out instead of his intended glacier. With a swing it shattered but the opening was enough as Cerberus brought his paw down on the Arc only for him to cross his blades blocking it's blow.
"How?! No human could manage this!"
"You underestimate humanity." His form begun to burn white as aura filled him, reinforcing his muscles and strengthening them as he pushed back against the Grimm's paw raising it as his blades begun to tear into it. He would teach this beast a lesson all humanity learned after he won time and time again during his tournaments, fear the one named Arc. With a roar he swung tearing apart and cauterizing the foot with a swing. Quickly he threw the second blade in the air before pulling it down with polarity making it mechashift and slam down on Crocea into its Rebellion mode. The heat of his families blade quickly rendered the steel red hot as he swung a flaming Arc tearing into the beast chest spilling black fluid and cooked flesh as it fell back struggling to stand before the boy.
"Y-you aren't human…"
"Maybe not, you're not the first to say so, but I am a huntsman and you're a Grimm, so I think we both know where this is going." Cerberus growled in anger but conceited knowing it was pointless.
"It vexes me to admit it, but you have proven yourself worthy mortal, go on then and take this false life of mine, but know I am the weakest of our kin. So go forth to your end." Jaune nodded deciding against giving a playful jab at the monster, Grimm or not it was conscious, sentient even. The swing was fast and instant the Arc of aura devastating as it was tolling on his reserves as it severed the head in an instant.
He looked to the quickly dissolving corpse and sighed, half hoping he was kidding about the whole weakest of his kin thing. But if it was true he needed to hurry before anything like him could get out.
So yeah I use a lot of Dante's weapon earlier in this, mainly cause I went back to play it on an old save file and already beat it so had them all anyways.
In case anyone's confused.
Crocea Mors Sheathed Blade Mode = Rebellion
Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang (Sun's Weapon) = Cerberus
Crocea Mors Undrawn Sheath collapsed into blade =-Agni and Rudra
Storm Flower = Ebony & Ivory
I'm also considering doing Nervan as his guitar from the show.
Also Jaune uses the Royal Guard style but not sure how well I did it, I'm also considering whether I should actually use Lady in this or not I'm honestly 50/ 50 about it.
Well hope you enjoyed it.
