Muffled grunts spat through the double-folded red cloth. Failure was problematic but universal. Swallowing, his Adam apples twitched. His body was shaking from the weather; the temperature was near 30 Celsius if not lower, yet here he was standing in nightwear drenched in water. His comrade on the other hand was merely in underwear, a bucket of water being poured onto him every time their eyes closed.

Straightening his back, with an assertive posture, eyes glued forward, arms fixed at his side, the young cadet blinked his heels rubbing each other. Failure was punishment. Blue eyes could only watch as his comrade closed their eyes once more, a bucket of water poured down; and he could only bite his tongue. "You know the rules," The voice was different from daytime, it sounded like a different person. "Be a good superior and take the punishment," The large hand hit the cadet's cheek twice, though it wasn't rough the gentleness was worse. "Cadet!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"When you fail to do your duties, it falls upon your superior. Don't feel disheartened, all of this isn't your fault." The commanding officer pinched the cadet's cheek before backing away. "Fall out, cadet Ironwood; go get some sleep."

James kept his head down, something like this wasn't real, it couldn't be. So, why was this happening? "Ah, seems like your captain didn't teach you any manners." Water wasn't thrown, and the metal bucket smashed into the Captain's head.

James didn't mean to fail, nor for this to happen. His legs moved, as long as he listened everything would return to the way they were.

Unfortunately, his Captain passed away that night from pneumonia.

His fingers didn't stop typing away, the bitter memory bought a frown to his features; serving wasn't as easy as people thought it was. Maybe, if he did something different that day...his world would be better.

Sunday 6:12 pm, May 8th

Jail was something he often envisioned, it was where he knew he'd spend most of his days. Fate must've bought him here; no karma. His clothes were stripped away, and he could only stand still as he was hosed down, the strong current of water bruised his body, and with the aura restraint on, all he could do was manage.

Grinding his teeth together, the young man's body tensed. The muscles in his neck constricted, as one of the guards cupped his behind. All he could do was manage the situation, letting his anger get the best of him would end terribly. It wasn't enough, biting down on his lip; he exhaled. Crimson liquid dripped from his lip, and the guard finally released their hold.

Times were changing, that much was obvious. The brown jumpsuit straightened out with each step, apparently, his bunkmates were decent fellows, not that it mattered. Being shoved into his new home, the male could only take in the scent of piss. "Welcome to your first day of freedom." The eldest man spoke out, the wrinkles on his face matching his grey hair.

"Geez, thanks for the warm welcome." Grayson's red hues outlined the six mats on the ground, sleeping on the floor was something he was accustomed to. Before he could settle in, the older man nudged him to say his name.

"Call me Gray."

The courtyard was packed, and the number of prisoners was more than he expected; surprisingly he couldn't find any of his friends around. It was like he was the only person arrested. Worn-out slides clashed against the jagged pavement, people were sectioned off most in groups of similar appearance. Surviving inside wasn't going to be a difficult task, his bunkmates were decent all he had to do was keep a low profile or so he assumed.

Despite the courtyard filled, a certain crowd decided to linger around him. The correct term for what they were doing would be a scare tactic, they were giving him a warning as the new guy. A warning was verbal, they were physical in subtle manners. An occasional basketball would be thrown at him, or someone would purposely run into him. His safe place was the restroom, where he found himself in. A sigh oozed out of his lips, dealing with such people would put more on his plate. Shaking, he closed his fly, "Ignorance," His body turned, eyes widening and jaw clenched the young man kept still.

"This is for my brother!" A fist connected, and his body hit the wall with a thud. He didn't have aura, which made the blow devastating. Luckily, the object embedded into his side kept him busy. Wounded, and outnumbered. Grayson kept one hand on the weapon inside his skin, his other instantly went to covering his face. Another hand came into contact with his chest, following up with a knee and a leg sweep. The cold surface and germs infecting his skin were the last of his worries, even if he was laying in piss; the onslaught of strikes was ruining his body. Another set of kicks hit his chest; lips parting blood dripped out. The last thing he needed was to choke to death. "Fuck you!" The man repeated it once more, as they kept delivering attacks. "From now on your my errand boy, bitch." Grayson didn't need to glimpse to tell how angry they were.

Friday 4:00 pm, May 13th

His life inside was utter shit, to start the wound he received was stitched but it would scar; the purplish bruises around his body wouldn't leave anytime soon, and he was practically their pocket. The group that 'claimed' him was rather known, they had connections to the White Fang and even had some of the guards on a leash. His bunkmates didn't pay it any mind, no one did. When he fought back, the multitude of people easily trashed him. It irked him beyond belief. He attempted to make a weapon but had to scrap that concept.

Shuffling his feet, he readily found an empty seat. This was the only time he could have a decent meal, if they saw him; he'd be forced to give away his honey bun and orange. Such things were like payment here, it was laughable. His hand scooped up the half-cooked corn, stuffing himself he viewed the area before repeating. "Aren't you embarrassed?" Grayson damn near died from the sudden voice, burping he collected himself.

"Shut up, I don't have time for chitchat." Moving on to the burnt chicken, he started with the skin. One thing the dark shaggy-haired male figured out was everyone adored instigating, the thought of watching a fight was enjoyment.

"I guess you already adapted to being their little bitch, did they fuck you yet?" Vulgar words, and a smug expression. "Did it feel good? I guess what everyone says abou-," Grayson stopped chewing, food falling out of his mouth. Red eyes glared into violet, but nothing was said.

"I can't waste my time on you," Standing, Grayson felt his body shake. "I'm only allowing this until I figure out what I can do." Of course, he was disgusted with his being, he was a slave listening to everything they said. From cleaning to feeding, it made him sick every time he had to put a spoon near their mouth. Listening to them speak ill, and simply allowing it.

Lunchtime came, and Grayson was headfirst in the ground. Back arched, legs straight with hands resting on his back; he held the position. Surprisingly he wasn't the only one, to the left of him was yet another errand boy though they looked rather dead inside. "Hey bastard, I heard the White Fang destroyed your hometown? I'm sorry, that I wasn't there to see your parents scream." Veins outlined around Grayson's neck, whether it was from anger or stress was a different issue. "Wipe that look off your face!" He rolled over as he was struck in the side, the stitches he had reopened. Groaning some guards stopped the altercation.

Tuesday 7:00 pm, May 17th

Why...? Why was he going through this pain? How much longer could he put up with it? He was tired. His body was on its last leg, nothing was going to change. The odds were against him, perhaps this was his justice? The fire in his eyes was nonexistent, hollow. He heard the other shuttle was dead, which left him and he didn't have long. Dying in jail was something he was against, but what could he do if he didn't have the strength? Body aching, the young man picked himself off the ground. He had goals, and to achieve those; he'd need to survive.

Grayson lost his sense of touch when he stood; knuckles from a fist made contact with his temple, and a ringing sound circled in his head. Chapped lips parted, blood leaving his body. In his last moments, one would love to see a loved one, a good memory, and smiling faces; but he was left with disgusting faces.

"Excellent work, you pushed him beyond despair." Teem rubbed the inmate's shoulder, crouching he checked for a pulse. 'Humans like you...need to fall into a bottomless pit, before finding their guiding light. People like me, only need to be there when it was all said and done.' Standing, he chuckled.

"So, our families will be taken care of right?" A false promise, this group of inmates was useless now.

"Of course, you'll even get to see them as I said!" Teem owed a debt, as long as his brother was being cared for; he would do anything. In lines of being the worst human being, he was at the top of the list; his greed was endless. Teem peered through his dark locks, watching the men cheer gave him a bittersweet memory. Two guards entered the hallways, the area they were in was sectioned off; away from a crowd. Of course, he recommend this area so everything would wrap up nicely.

"The medical transport ship is awaiting," Teem scooped Grayson in his arms, moving right by the guards.

"I never said, you'd be alive when you guys meet." Bodies dropped with the sound of muffled gunshots, this was merely the start. Call it intuition, but he figured the bodies he would soon leave behind would pile. Maybe it was fate? Whatever he did, his choices would take him back to the start. After carrying the man, Teem made contact with the emergency care. In an instant they took the barely responsive body, removing the aura restricting collar.

The plan would've gone to ruin if he couldn't accompany Grayson, so when they asked if he was hurt; all he did was lift his shirt to reveal a horrible bandaged stab wound near his side. The dirty bandages were soaked in blood, and they were shocked how he was still standing.

"Is this the correct way? Something like this should be second nature to me." Removing this half of him would be tiresome, he needed to be a machine to save humanity. James ear's twitched with the constant beeping, it seemed Teem was the exact person to use. His brain worked differently from others, in such a short time he looped in what was asked of him to the plan. 'I wonder how everything will play out.' Turning his head, the older man waited for Grayson to awake.

As the nurses came in and out, white gloves ran around the edge of a discarded document. The mindset to endanger yourself to further the goal was something he mastered long ago, from half his body missing to the time he was shot in the spine. Disregarding your existence for humanity, was a hard pill to swallow. Elbows rested on his thigh, fingers cut through his messy hair pushing it out of his view. 'Blunt trauma, broken ribs, and a mountain of minor injuries. Seems, you're in for a treat.' Clicking his tongue, Ironwood's attention shifted towards the man leaning against the door. "Inflicting an injury on yourself? The doctors are saying it's a miracle nothing serious was grazed." Given it was anyone else, Ironwood would've believed in this luck; but with Teem's knowledge, something like this should be secondhand.

"What you wanted should be finished, mention someone saved him but was injured in the process." James listened to Teem's words and didn't reply directly.

"This plan, was this the only way you saw fit?" The lights above them flickered. Humanity would prosper without the likes of Teem when everything was done; Sapphire should be joyed in the plate he was serving. The sliding door creaked, the young man leaving the room. A faint beeping noise pulled him towards Grayson, who knew how long he'd be waiting. Luckily, he had something in mind. Tapping the file against his leg, a hypodermic injection dropped into his hand. Once inserted into the bloodstream will shock the nerves, forcing the subject to jolt awake.

Standing, his metal hand pinched Grayson's wrist.

xXx

Jaw stretched, tongue rolling back into the depths of his mouth, the young man exhaled. Wincing, his body refrained from moving his skeletal structure was burning. Blinding light impaired his vision, and the faint smell of medicine invaded his senses; the constant sound of a monitor regulating one's heart rate roamed. Lips parted, his eyesight adjusted to the light. Red eyes barely outlined the figure hovering to his right, horns and a menacing face. Folklore and religion viewed such characteristics as the devil, which people assumed assisted Grimm.

"Staring at someone with such fear is rather distasteful." Grayson's eyelids went wide, and his heartbeat skipped. Swallowing, his bottom lip quivered from the pain in his throat. Such a voice he'd never forget, his tone and appearance, nothing had changed besides his age showing. James Ironwood. A man of great stature, someone valued in and out of the economy. His enemy.

"Ah, this must be hell." The poor execution was accompanied by self-laughter from Grayson, and a harsh repetitive cough following after.

"Murder," Grayson Adam's apple bobbled, "Vandalism," The man labeling off crimes would no doubt be his tipping point, "Extortion," how long was the list? The male knew most of the crimes that would be listed weren't in his category, the group he voluntarily joined was the host of these issues. "Sexual assault," He has never done such a thing, but it was no telling what else was listed.

"Execution is in mind when the court gets ahold of your record? It's suffocating, seeing a young man fall so low. Society is at fault in your eyes, right? From your perspective, you can't accept that humanity is changing. Faunus are growing." James scoffed at Grayson's expression, pure disgust. "Yea, you have the eyes of a hound. Hunting those your master finds unredeemable."

"Your perception of me is subjective, I don't have a pure hatred of Faunus." Although his actions could say otherwise it was the truth, "My past experiences with them simply play in how I act." His hands instinctively went towards his neck, only to be met with his collar bone. Distress ran rampant in his eyes, despite the condition he was in; he attempted to move.

James dangled the necklace, red hues following the motion. "What does the wolf mean? I can assume it's something along the lines of strength considering its howling. Though the sword and necklace it's wearing throws me off." Hardened blue eyes reflected the sudden emotions that came to Grayson's face, the most noticeable was anger. "Wolves hunt in packs, but even a wolf can be tamed. As long as you feed them enough, starving such a creature would bring your own demise…unless you put it down before it strikes."

Monitor beeping, Grayson's vision was soon overwhelmed by Ironwood's white glove. His hand was large enough to cover his face, it was unreal. "The prison system is hellish, especially to those with such detailed records for the inmates. You weren't cut out for that place, in order to survive-" Grayson failed to notice the sudden tempo shift in his voice, "-you must master the art of deluding yourself." The shadow looming over him switched downwards, the glove was hovering above his neck. "For the sake of your vengeance, do you want to live…or rot away?"

It was inhuman strength, the cool glove was hiding something sinister. Any more muscle applied, he'd be dead. Grayson's eyes roamed around the room for help, to the empty corner around the white wall. Nothing, he was hopeless. Dilating back towards his attacker, the male assumed some sort of grief would be written on the Hero's face, yet he was met with a hollow expression. The light he saw on television before was all but a gimmick, James Ironwood was nothing but a monster. "Do you want to live?" Ear's twitching, his lips parted. Saliva rolled down his chin, inflamed blood vessels started to show around his eyes. The beeping only grew louder but no one was coming to help, "SAY IT!" Ironwoods grip was loosening, it was now or never.

"I…do."

Ironwood inhaled, removing his hand. "Grayson Varg, you will hereby be freed. I will overlook most of your crimes the longer you work with me; when you are released I will have someone meet you." Before he could leave the room he offered some more words, "The young man that saved you is located in the other room, make sure you aren't too sorry."

James quickly walked down the hall after leaving the room, the tap of his soles bounced off the wall; and ended once he reached the bathroom. Sweat beads dripped from his forehead, and the color in his face was drained. Exhaling, his chest puffed in and out. Vividly recalling the look on Grayson's face made him nauseous; he took a life before, but this was different. It felt wrong, he tried to smile but his muscles wouldn't move. It would only be harder from this point, could he stomach it? Splashing water to cool himself, the male prepared to leave the restroom.

Metal embedded into the thick husk of a Grimm. The origins of the creature were unknown, but such spawns of hell were usually created in the darkest part of the forest. The muscles the male sported tensed as he drove his weapon deeper, the monster shrieking from pain. Shame it couldn't bleed, on the contrary, they did release some black haze that more or less could count as blood. Calf muscles tightened, the male's biceps and triceps pumped; the ground beneath them cracked, and the tip of the great metal lancer continued to break through the skin and ultimately came out of the other side. A shaky breath was released, and dark hair tied into a bun shook as the body evaporated into a dark smog.

The grass that covered the ground slowly died, the bright green color folding into a light brownish hue. It was the last remaining monster, and despite taking care of the small pack; he was late, the villagers were already...dead. Leaving a shoe print in the dirt, Sungu exhaled. Entrails dangled around the fences, bodies were scattered around. It was a massacre. Walls were chewed into pieces, and even some bones were used as a nesting den. Studies on the creatures were ever-growing, but the thought of them learning to procreate was scary. The stench of rotting mangled bodies ran into his nostrils, it was repulsive to some. Not him.

Now he wasn't a saint, the sight of dead humans just didn't have a lasting effect; if people weren't useful enough to survive, they couldn't grow. That didn't mean children should suffer such a horrifying death. No, someone so young barely knew about the world; and maybe it was his childhood that put his mind in such a trance. "Well, blame your parents for being...weak." Lance in hand, the muscular male pointed the tip at the person attempting to hide their presence. Green eyes and a pale complexion. "Looks like we were both too late man!" The giant human gave a toothy grin only to be met by silence. Sungu witnessed the glare every mother sported when their child went missing, it was something he was too fond of. "No, survivors." The short conformation visibly put a scowl on the new guy's face.

"D-Did," Sungu rose a brow, the guy was attempting to speak but the pitch was nonexistent. "Did you even attempt to search for anyone!?" The livid look in his eyes didn't put the man on edge if anything it was amusing. "I can hear them! Faintly breathing, their life is on the line!" Sungu watched as the man balled his fingers into a fist.

"Save them," Sungu couldn't hear such a thing, even if he searched briefly nothing would change; it was a waste of time. Moving towards the entrance, Sungu was shocked to feel the mass behind the hand; it was admirable that some huntsmen were fearless enough to lay hands on him. "Buzz-cut man, remove your hand."

"The names' Erythus, are you not going to help?" Locating whoever was alive was a focal goal of hunters, so the next sentence put weight in the air. "Why would I waste my time doing something nonsensical?" Erythus released the man, only to listen to him chuckle. They were natural enemies, it was funny though. How could someone who vows to protect humanity walk away from saving a life? True, huntsmen and huntresses were rare.

Sungu's neck turned, and his lower-than-average head hardly matched his body. Skin folding, he could only shake his head. "What was his name again?" Not attempting to remember what happened seconds ago, his stomach growled which turned his attention elsewhere.

xXx

Sungu yawned taking a seat next to some roaming bandits, "Pass me some pork." With both of his eyes closed, he held out his hand. The kind gesture was ruined when one of the bandits attempted to take his hand, unlucky for them he had aura which became known when the weapon snapped. "I like the vigor, unfortunately, none of you will be leaving this place alive. You bought the Grimm towards that small village, a decent tactic but then you decided to cook one of the people they killed." Steam exited the gas mask he wore, standing his muscles pumped underneath the sort of blast suit he sported although he had his outfit customized in knight armor fashion it gave off a menacing aura.

Eyelids brushed open, brown hues taking in the small group of bandits. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!? COME AT ME BITCH!" His voice boomed scaring a few resting birds out of the trees. Due to his arrogance and build, he witnessed one of the bandits piss themselves. In utter belief, each of them started to quiver on the floor bowing to him.

"Seems my assumption was correct, you're the big bad that runs this bandit camp." Sungu turned his head, scowling at Erythus. In the current situation, one could only wonder how they viewed each other.

"Who are you again?" Erythus could only grin, amusingly. The wind blew by the two, green eyes locking into brown. All it took was a few seconds for Erythus to close the distance and throw a high kick, Sungu dipped his head to the side and yawned. Unknowingly, Erythus popped upwards and delivered a knee to the face before coming down and backing away.

The strike was unexpected, but Sungu felt it through his mask. Whoever this was had the wrong idea, but he was looking for a fight, he wanted to entertain the idea. "Let's rumbl-" Sliding back but still standing, steam blew from the air valves his hand latched ahold of his weapon, Warastra. "I'm going to break your legs, bitch." Charging forward, steam exited with every step.

Erythus rose a brow at the pace, it was rather underwhelming; nonetheless, the male prepared for the upcoming attack.

The large metal lancer pierced through the ground, balancing on the frame Erythus crouched. Green hues glared into the visor, it was eerily similar to those turning White Fang members. As the heavy weapon was lifted into the air, Erythus used this time to leap off only for his leg to get caught. Sungu used enough strength to crush a civilian's bone, swinging downwards dust filled the area with impact.

"Well you're the real deal, hardly anyone can escape once I have them in my palm." Sungu looked at his hand, whoever was capable of doing this was someone worth remembering. His outfit has been through the wringer, but never has it been torn to shreds with one move. As the dust cleared, Erythus was rubbing his calf although both looked off-guard, it was the exact opposite.

Lifting his palm opened dirt and grass flew into the air, and the metal lance pushed through the wind like a rhino horn blowing the weak attempt of a distraction away. Erythus's feet slid, his body turning fist coming into contact with pure muscle. His effort was rewarded with a vigorous spin, getting shoulder bashed the male held his ground against Sungu's weight.

Body tensing, Erythus's jaw clenched. He wasn't underestimating Sungu's strength, it was the very opposite. Yet, as they prolonged it was obvious who would only grow stronger. Back colliding against the ground, he rolled standing up. Grime stained his pale cheek, the taste of grass causing him to stick his tongue out. Clicking his tongue, the brown metal armbands began to take shape. Expanding down his forearm, onwards past his wrist ultimately circling each finger. Seamed metal plating reflected the sunlight, on the back of his hand and front.

Sungu couldn't contain himself, even as the metal fist connected with his jaw in seconds. Minor fat jiggled, head turned he could feel his jaw reshaping. Forcefully turning his head back, a grin appeared.

Sparks came and went, dents appeared in the earth; trees around the area now turned into a mere trump. The battle was raging for twenty minutes, each side countering the other yet neither was bleeding. Aura was truly a magnificent thing, the surrounding area was dying from the battle anyone who interfered was torn to shreds. The bandits that were around earlier were now lying in their own blood, Sungu giant weapon blew through them for being nearby. Erythus wasn't clean either, due to come complication's he happen to use one of them as a shield to regain his composure or offer a reset.

In the end, it was merely these two standing, against each other. Unfortunately, Erythus was pinned underneath a tree; and Sungu was all but laughing. Tapping a button the tip of the lance flopped open, vision cracked brown eyes glistened; body shaking his feet dug into the ground, loading an explosive round into the ammo compartment excitement radiated off his body. "Die." A blast of light emitted from the weapon, blinding both men. Despite his, build Sungu was hardly able to control the recoil, his shoulder almost dislocating from the mere burst. The explosion was beautiful and astonishing. Flames spewed in the air; smoke and ash filled the air. "It's been a while since I had a breathtaking battle, I commend you fallen, warrior." The blast radius wasn't the issue, any signs of life were gone. Falling to one knee, Sungu held back his tongue. Blood was leaking from his calf and veins twitched around his neck. "FUCKER." Standing with an issue, Erythus couldn't help but cough out some smoke. Metal claw retracted back into what could be a ring or the open space between his fingers, Sungu couldn't tell.

"From the second we exchanged blows, the battle was in my favor. Your arrogance led you to your downfall," His words were cold and to the point, fingers dug down and he delivered a hook to Sungu's temple followed up with an uppercut, then another hook.

During the repeated strikes, Sungu took note of the male's black veins. The more he was hit, the more he felt alive. Kanta activated, his back exploding forcing him to drop Warastra and fly forward with Erythus stuck to him. Both men rolled across the ground, and only Erythus stood back up.

Staggering, Erythus body shivered. It was unexpected enough to catch him off guard, luckily his semblance was still active. Footprints littered the dirt, outlining where the male was heading. Ash blew around, stepping by the gas mask pale fingers dug into dark hair. Forcefully lifting Sungu's head upwards, Erythus could only raise a brow at the sadistic grin. Such a broken spirit, there was no saving the likes of him. "My mission was to defeat the people behind the village's destruction, it saddens me I mistook you for a hunter."

From the previous attacks, the metal around his fingers was starting to dent; parts even chipping off. "Let me ask one question…what are you?"

Abdomen tightened, tongue bouncing Sungu began to laugh. The light in his opponent's eyes was revolting. Calming himself, he tasted the blood leaving his nose. "I'm Rhino." Breaking out of the hold, the brute threw his head into Erythus's stomach, keeping his momentum up he stood using the back of his head to jaw check the male thus creating space between them. Sungu closed his right eye as blood rolled down, even though he was durable this guy was making him bleed all over. Pushing him past his limits. This sensation, he wanted to cherish it. The definition of a battle was this moment.

Erythus rolled his jaw, throwing his head back in an instant to dodge the incoming fist. 'Did his speed pick up?' Thoughts raged onwards, side stepping and rolling. The course of the battle changed, ducking he threw a quick liver punch only to be met with an uppercut to the face. Feet left the ground, before coming back down due to the spike Sungu threw. Falling onto his ass, green eyes gazed upwards only to see the giant lance pointed at him. "Shit."

Sungu released yet another explosive round, the impact blew the brute backward but both were caught in the light.

Erythus dug out of the ground, what he was wearing previously was now destroyed; his left arm was broken and his aura was depleted. The clouds above started the pour, "Rhino, eh? Wonder where a monster like him came from, breaking through my walls.

Sungu dragged himself down a hill huffing with every step, a goofy smile painted on his face for his victory. "If that battle would've lasted any longer, I would've been killed." Not containing his enjoyment he let out a roar.

Monday 9:34 am, May 30th

"She's stunning, a true beauty in every department." Golden eyes trailed the platinum goddess, "Even when she's doing rigorous work, she's perfect." Cat ears twitched, and the male let out a purr. Two sets of eyes gave the teen a questioning glance.

"Jack, the longer you sit here and gawk at her the more I believe you'll stay single." Robb leaned against the wall, occasionally looking toward the woman in question.

"In this day in age, people like me don't even get a chance. So, why would I set myself up for failure? I'd rather live a life of obscurity than denial."

"So you'll rather rub one out imaging her than trying to go for the real thing? Isn't that kind of…lame?" The last friend Kevin shook his head, to his dismay his friend group was around the shy type or less assertive. "While you play with yourself imagining her in various scenarios someone is physically taking care of her 'needs'."

Jack didn't hide his embarrassment towards Kevin's thought process, though he wasn't exactly wrong. "I asked around, she's single…and although it's a rumor she's been saving herself for her significant other." Kevin's word laid to rest in Jack's head, causing him to sigh.

"Women like her, won't even think of going for guys like…us? We aren't exactly warriors or have the best genetics. For example, Kevin has a nub near his ass and he is the skinnies little shit we know. Jack, you are on the shorter side of men in the village and you never brush your teeth. Myself, well. I guess I am saving this group." Kevin immediately pounced on Robb taking him to the ground.

Disregarding his friends, Jack kept his attention on the working gal. She was well known through the region and trained in kicking ass. The perfect woman for him, hell the moment he saw her he started training in the art of fighting. The downside of falling for such a woman? Watching as everyone in the village complimented her and attempted some horrible advances, even married men were willing to take a crack at it.

"Bastard, I'll show you how skinny my fist is when it's up your ass!" Kevin pinned Robb down, unknowing who was walking up to them.

"Pardon me," The soft tone shook Jack from his daydream, the sweet scent of musk? Filling his nostrils, causing him to gag. Ducking off to the side, he braced himself for what would come next. "Can you point me in the direction of the spring, I kind of forgot."

Robb pushed Kevin off and straightened out. "Ahem, malady. If you go straight and make a right you'll find it." Thanking him the woman quickly rushed away, yet the stench lingered around causing Jack to regurgitate his breakfast.

"Fucking hell, not even I can smell like that after swinging around a wooden sword." Jack prayed to the gods he lived through that pain.

"You idiot that was her!"

"WHAT!?"

xXx

Platinum blonde hair floated above the water, beads rolling down her horn. Following the curved path on the left side, but not even starting on the right. Broken halfway, she recalled the times she was teased about the deformity. Something as meek as bullying hardly hindered her, compared to what she used to do it was laughable. Raising her hand, steam oozed from her pores. Its been a week since she separated from her friends, and the departure was heart-wrenching, one needed to check on their parents while the other two decided to go on a short vacation. Being the leader, she knew that was the code word for mingling; the relationship that sprouted between them was beautiful. Luckily, she was contacted by Ironwood himself to talk. Traveling to the location, she kind of spotted a Faunus settlement that needed repairs so here she was.

A small pit-stop to help a growing group, was something she couldn't pass up. Standing her chest bounced, silver-colored scales littered her skin; some around her forearms in groups, along with shoulders and shins, and even some in areas of privacy. If someone counted them, they'd notice it ended in an odd number; her excuse for it was a simple birth defect, but there were other complications. Bending she scooped some water splashing it against her face, she had a couple of scars the most noticeable one or larger located on her back. Soles firmly splat against the rocky flooring, with each step she left a footprint. Hiding her body with an oversized towel, she watched as other people came in. Collecting her belongings she dressed before leaving and upon exiting the establishment she was met with a rather shaggy-looking Faunus. "E-excuse me!"

How many times has this scenario played in her life, it was awkward having to reject people; she couldn't stand the despair that filled their eyes afterward. "I-I," She listened, watching as he stopped speaking to gather his thoughts and build confidence. "Marry me, Arthelia!"

Jack's golden eyes widened, the world was moving slower than usual. The woman of his dreams was rushing toward him, those ocean blue eyes sparkling with happiness? No, it was worry. An emotion he was far too used to.

Arthelia's long platinum blonde hair bounced with each step, brushing against her lower back she extended her hand crushing herself for being unarmed. She didn't think she'd run into Grimm so soon, and it had to be around the time she was getting the dents out of her weapon. She was willing to die to save this boy, and although she had aura repetitive attacks from Grimm would chew through her tank.

As she grew closer, so did the mass of dark figures. Lips parted she screamed, the situation bought upon a somber memory, but she pushed forward her parents smiling tightening her chest. Pulling to boy towards her, she wrapped her arms around his body like a mother protecting her child. Blue aura highlighted the two, as dirt and gravel clouded the area. Ground shaking, Arthelia kept her eyes forward trying to figure out what occurred.

Walking through the gravel, and dark hazy a petite figure yawned. Their short stature did not match the damage inflicted, shaggy gray hair was dirtied; the bob cut they sported gave them an odd look.

Ocean blue eyes stared into white, both females not uttering a word.

Aha, it continues. Sorry for the long wait, no excuse it's just my fault. Let's just say things change, overall I am back with vigor. How are you?

Getting into a glimpse of the roster, colorful personalities, and bodies how will it play out?

Short and sweet, thanks for the support. See ya soon.