Rapax was lead silently through the halls, his hands cuffed and gaze held resolutely forward. He would show no weakness to his captors, even as the four guards shoved him forward, occasionally throwing an insult his way. It was clear Summer was well-loved in this place, and his attempt to kill her had angered those working here. Since this was an academy, perhaps she was a teacher, one in the arts of combat. If that were the case, he would like to witness her fight at full strength, as she'd been severely weakened when he "fought" her. It was more her trying to escape his madness than a real battle.
The halls were built of sizeable solid stone bricks with steel supports, but the rock didn't look quite right. It resembled stone but was far too smooth, as if it had been sanded down to an extreme degree. And the metal, which likely extended throughout the entire ceiling, was forged with little to no flaws. If he was honest, it was impressive and indicated this new world was far more advanced than he'd initially assumed. There were also the glass lights attached to the ceiling that simply glowed, no flame required, but that was the least impressive thing he'd seen thus far.
After a few minutes, they stopped short of a pair of doors. They were solid wood, not metal like all the others he'd seen. One of the guards went ahead and unlocked the one on the right, but before the guards led him inside, the man came up in his face. Rapax was a good bit taller than him, but that didn't dissuade the young man with the scowl.
"Sit at the opposite end of the table, and if you try anything while you're in there, we'll show you what happens to trouble makers." He threatened, but Rapax didn't react, keeping his face blank. After realizing he wouldn't get the reaction he wanted, the guard snorted before taking him into the room.
Inside was a simple metal table with two chairs, a light hanging from above with a thick black cord anchoring it to the ceiling. But what caught his eye was the large sheet of black glass built into the left wall. Remembering the door just to the left of the one he entered, there was likely another room just next door. If he had to guess, the glass was probably perfectly clear on the other side, giving a solid view of the room. It was clever.
Doing what he was told, Rapax took his seat at the opposite end of the table, facing the door. He sat there, stock still, for what felt like 15 minutes until he heard talking outside. It was muffled through the door, but he could make out what one of them was saying as he failed to lower his voice.
"Aside from calling us thralls on the way here, the guy's been perfectly compliant since we took him into custody. Considering what he did to Ms. Rose, it freaks me out. It's almost like he's planning something." There was more muffled talking, too quiet for him to make out. After some moments of silence, Rapax picked up some footsteps before the door opened. In walked the man he could only assume to be the Headmaster.
He wore a casual suit that, while displaying some amount of wealth, was far from extravagant. A simple black overshirt and pants with a dark green vest and cowl. In his right hand was a steaming cup of some unknown brew, possibly tea, a cane in his right. His silver hair, glasses, and cane indicated he was an older man, but he held himself with youthful vigor. The handle of his cane had a metal guard, implying it was more than a simple walking stick. The fact he never put his weight on it made that more apparent.
"Hello." He said with a small smile as he sat down, setting the cup on the table. "I assume you are Rapax?" The question was rhetorical, and the man in question responded with silence as he met the older man's gaze. He chuckled at this. "My name is Ozpin, and I am the Headmaster of this Academy." This was the first time Ozpin had seen the Knight without his helmet, and he made sure to memorize every detail. He had shoulder-length unkempt black hair and thick stubble. A long scar ripped across the Centurion's right cheek and down under his chin, cutting through his facial hair and coming dangerously close to his throat. This, combined with his white prison jumpsuit, gave him a foreboding appearance, like a caged beast curious about its captors.
"You have spoken with the barbarian," Rapax said abruptly, keeping his tone neutral. "His words shape your view of me. You look upon me with distrust, though that distrust is far from unearned."
"Ah, you mean Ylfur." He took a sip of his tea. "He had little to say about you and your people, but what he did say painted a dark picture." Rapax snarled slightly at that before correctly his expression, something Ozpin took note of.
"I have never seen an Academy with a dungeon, least of all one as secure as this."
"Thank you for the compliment." It was not a compliment, merely an observation. "I'm afraid this is only a holding area for troublesome students or suspicious persons caught near the school before they are taken into official custody." The reference to him was about as subtle as a brick.
"And is that to be my fate? Carted off to one of your prisons to spend the rest of my days?" Ozpin took another sip, but when he set down the cup, his gaze had hardened somewhat.
"Considering you attempted to murder one of my former students and a good friend, that would normally be the case." He spoke sternly, but his gaze then softened from anger to curiosity. "But you, Rapax, are an interesting case." The Centurion in question raised a brow at this. Just how much had the Warlord told them?
"How so?" He prodded.
"Ylfur claims you both hail from a different world entirely, one he calls Heathmoor." Rapax nodded, prompting Ozpin to continue. "He said your peoples have been at war for many years, and he and his men were attacking a fortress you were charged with protecting." Rapax nodded again.
"And it was at this battle we perished, crushed by a falling chunk of wall." He snorted. "A pathetic death for a warrior." Ozpin nodded.
"I have been in this line of work for many years, and one skill I've picked up is the ability to tell when someone is lying. The small muscle movements in a man's face, his breathing, the way he sits, all work together to subtly reveal his true intentions. And what fascinates me is, while your story sounds outlandish, you seem completely genuine."
"It is the truth. I have nothing to gain by lying." Rapax was interesting Ozpin more and more as they continued conversing. Just what drove him, motivated him? Ylfur stated it was the desire to conquer, but the immortal Headmaster wasn't so convinced. It didn't help the warrior had barely spoken outside of this interrogation, so there was little to use in terms of getting a read on his personality. One thing he knew for certain was his mind was governed more by pragmatism rather than emotions. However, there were emotions, though heavily repressed. There was a story to this man, Ozpin simply needed to figure out what it was.
"On to the matter at hand, your attempted killing of Ms. Rose." Rapax stiffened slightly at this.
"I have no excuse aside from my own foolish madness." He spoke with determination, as if he'd thought this over beforehand. "When I gazed upon the moon, shattered against the starry sky, my mind sought any explanation other than that of another world. Since I had seen evidence of magic previously, these "Grimm" being chief among them, it was all too easy for me to assume Rose had cast some sort of spell on me." Ozpin raised a brow at this. The mind was a strange thing, its processes largely a mystery. It wasn't too much of a stretch to assume the revelation he was potentially on another world made him crack.
"However, what was happening within the confines of my mind is irrelevant. I attacked an innocent woman, and for that, I bring great shame to my name and lineage. I will accept any punishment levied before me, but if you are willing to listen, I would like to put forth a suggestion." Ozpin took a sip of his tea, the drink almost finished.
"Oh? And what would this suggestion be?" He asked. Rapax breathed deep in preparation.
"I request that I be allowed to pledge myself to her service until she deems my debt to her repaid in full."
X
"Can't say I saw that coming," Qrow said from the other side of the glass as he watched the interrogation. Alongside him were Summer and Ylfur, the former being forced to use crutches due to the pain in her side making normal walking difficult. When Ozpin had approached her in the infirmary about personally witnessing Rapax's questioning, she was determined to be there for it, even if it meant needing a bit of help while she was up and about.
"Do you think he's lying?" Summer asked Ylfur. He was supposedly from the same world as the Centurion, so it made sense he would know more than them. But he only shrugged.
"I don't know much about Knight culture, so I can't really say. I still wouldn't trust him." He commented.
"Weren't you trying to kill each other just a while ago while your guys were attacking his fort?" Qrow pointed out his bias, but before Ylfur could respond, Rapax continued.
"I will fight for and protect her and her family with my life until she decides to release me of my bond. I will be her blade to use however she sees fit, whether I agree or not." He spoke. The look of surprise on Summer's face grew, though who could blame her? The man who'd been trying to kill her just hours before was now offering his life to her in service. Was he genuine, or was this just a ploy to get out of being sent to prison?
"I… I don't know what to say." She said. Ozpin was much better at detecting lies than she was, so she'd have to ask him about this afterward. Ylfur scoffed.
"Of course he'd say something like that. He's just trying to weasel his way out of this. I say we gut him and be done with it." Both Summer and Qrow turned to him, surprise on their faces.
"Ylfur! We can't just kill him!" Summer all but shouted, but the Viking held his ground.
"He tried to kill you! Don't you want revenge?!" He sounded genuinely confused about their reactions to him suggesting they kill Rapax.
"I don't know how things are done where you're from, but here, we don't just execute people willy nilly," Qrow said, but Ylfur chuckled humorlessly.
"Back in Valkenheim, we would have done much worse than simply cut him open. Brenna dauði." He muttered that last part, but they both picked it up, along with the venom in his voice as he said it. However, they didn't push the issue as they acknowledged there were reasons the two warriors loathed each other, even if they didn't fully understand what those reasons were.
"I must say, Mr. Rapax," Ozpin responded to the detainee, "I was not expecting such a proposition. That is not my decision to make, but Summer's. I will need to speak with her about it."
"Then I shall wait patiently for her response."
X
"In the meantime, I believe we have another matter to discuss." Ozpin pushed the conversation further. "Your Semblance."
"I know not what that means. I assume you speak of my ability to control the Dire Wolves, or "Grimm," as you call them."
"I can teach you what a Semblance is later, but for now, let's stay on topic. That specific variety of Grimm are known as Beowolves, and your control over them is most interesting. The Grimm throughout history have been bringers of destruction, hunting and killing any humans they come across, with all attempts at pacification being met with complete failure. Until you came along."
"They obey my commands when spoken in my native tongue and ignore me in all other situations. The other species of Grimm, at least the ones I have encountered thus far, have also been passive towards me, though they do not heed my words."
"I also saw through the cameras the Beowolf under your control had smoke billowing from its mouth, something I have never seen them do before. Do you have an explanation for this?" Rapax raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Camera? I am not familiar with this word."
"They are devices that allow me to see and hear what happens in the forest surrounding Beacon." Ozpin briefly explained, Rapax nodding in understanding.
"I assumed the smoke was something they naturally did. I have no explanation for it aside from it potentially being a side effect of sorts from my 'Semblance.'" He said the word as if it were wholly new to him, which, in a sense, it was.
"And if you were to attack one? Would it defend itself?"
"I do not know. The beasts act as if I am simply not there, allowing me to move amongst them unaccosted." After a moment of silent contemplation from the Headmaster about the potential uses for this, he continued.
"One final question I have for you is in regards to your eyes." Ozpin began questioning, but Rapax cut him off.
"I saw them in the mirror of my cell. I do not know how they came to be, nor were they like that prior to my…." He paused as he searched for an appropriate word, "Rebirth."
"And do you have any issues with this sudden development?"
"Why?" Rapax asked with slight suspicion, picking up underlying tones but not knowing quite what they were. "They allow me to see in the dark, a great boon for any man. To complain would be akin to being gifted the sharpest blade in existence, yet bemoan a rough handle." Ozpin chuckled quietly as he shook his head before taking a final sip of his tea, emptying the cup.
"I will explain things further in due time. For now, that concludes this little session." He stood up and began walking to the door. "You will be returned to your cell while I speak with Ms. Rose and determine what to do with you." He opened the door and left, allowing two of the guards entry. Rapax stood, making them hesitate briefly.
"There's no need to be so fearful of him," Ozpin said back as he left, a slight smirk on his face. "He won't hurt you."
"Yeah, we'll see about that." The one grabbing his right arm muttered, Rapax picking it up despite Ozpin seemingly not hearing it. He didn't like the implications behind those words. The Centurion was brought out of the room, then led back down the hall towards his cell to await judgment.
X
"Was he lying at all?" Summer immediately asked upon the four of them reaching Ozpin's office. Glynda wasn't accompanying them, as important work needed to be done due to the summer break ending in a month.
"There was no sign Rapax was dishonest at any point during the interrogation, though he seemed stressed while putting his suggestion forward," Ozpin informed them, but Ylfur just groaned in annoyance.
"Then maybe you aren't as good at picking out liars as you claim." He said bluntly.
"What's your problem with him?" Qrow said. He disliked the armored warrior as much as Ylfur, what with him attempting to murder his friend and former teammate. But if Ozpin said he was genuine in his desire to make amends by serving Summer, then he was willing to give him a shot. Unlike his sister, he believed in second chances, to an extent.
"What's my problem?" He turned on Qrow, anger in his voice, the man in question feeling like he'd made a mistake. "I told you my problem! The Iron Legion is directly responsible for the countless deaths of my brothers and sisters! They want to conquer and take my home for themselves! And you want me to stand by and watch as you show one of their Centurions mercy?!" He shouted as he got steadily closer, the few runes visible through his clothing beginning to glow slightly. Ozpin detected the coming fight and attempted to defuse the situation.
"Ylfur, calm dow-"
"Þǫgn!" He roared as he wheeled on Ozpin, his body alight with his fury. The Warlord stared Ozpin in the eye, his features marred by a vicious snarl, blue fire flickering from his eyes. The Headmaster had his hand gripped firmly on the handle of his cane, ready to jump into action should Ylfur turn hostile.
"Stop!" Summer said firmly. Ylfur turned his attention to her, and despite his fearsome visage, she held her ground, even as she struggled to stand. The bandaged wound in her side burned horribly, but she did her best to ignore it and stare Ylfur down.
"You've made it obvious you hate Rapax, but if Ozpin says he's genuine about feeling remorseful, then I think we should give him a second chance. I understand there's some very bad blood between you two, but getting angry and throwing a tantrum isn't going to help anything." The two stayed like this for a tense few moments, Summer refusing to back down. Eventually, Ylfur took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming himself as his Semblance died down. When he opened his eyes, there was still anger behind them, but it wasn't as intense as it had been.
"The fire in your soul burns brightly." He said with a humorless chuckle. "Fine. But if he tries anything, anything at all, I will make his death slow and painful." With that, he turned and left through the elevator. Ozpin sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up.
"He's gonna cause problems, Oz. You know that." Qrow pointed out.
"Yes, and I will have to find a way to get them to work together."
"That doesn't sound like a good idea." Summer interjected. "They seem to hate each other pretty badly."
"They are two soldiers who fought one another on the battlefield, and they do not know each other personally. Perhaps if we showed them they are not the monsters they believe the other to be, they will be more willing to cooperate." Ozpin suggested, and Qrow squinted his eyes in suspicion.
"Are you saying we should put them on a team? Cause that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."
"No, nothing so direct. Having them do certain missions together, forcing them to work side-by-side to a degree, would be far more effective." He paused as he contemplated his idea before continuing. "Summer, I'm assuming this means you wish to take Rapax up on his offer?" The woman in question nodded.
"I do. Though I want to test him first, to make sure he's serious about this."
"And what would this test be?" Ozpin already had an idea of what it would be, but he wanted to hear it from her.
"We give him a Scroll without telling him we can track it. After we teach him how to use it, I'll send him off into the Emerald Forest to get my weapon back. If he tries to run away, we can easily find him." Ozpin thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"That will work." He turned and gazed out at the steadily setting sun. "But this is work for tomorrow. In the meanwhile, you should both get some sleep. It's been an interesting day." Qrow and Summer nodded and, after saying their farewells to the Headmaster, exited through the elevator.
Alone with his thoughts, Ozpin stood from his seat and set his sights on the vast horizon, hands clasped behind him. This day had been eventful, to say the least, but one powerful thing held his mind in a firm grip. Ylfur, the Warlord, was far too similar to a man Ozpin had known many lifetimes ago, a man that was the source of one of his biggest regrets.
Rotting flesh
Milky eyes
Touch cold as death
Arrows piercing body and spirit
Yet he would not cease his breath
Weapon to weapon
Soul to soul
A promise forged of rust
"Oathbreaker!" he shouted in rage
As his legend turned to dust
X
Ylfur approached the door of his room, still angry about Summer's decision to give Rapax a second chance. If she had seen what the Iron Legion had done before, she wouldn't have been nearly as merciful, but it was not his decision. If Rapax was fated by the Nornir to serve Summer, then he would begrudgingly accept.
He reached the door and stared at the "keypad," as Glynda had called it hours earlier, trying to remember what the code was.
"And this will be your room," Glynda said as they stopped in front of the wooden door. He stared at it in brief confusion before the woman continued. "Simply input the correct code into the keypad on the right, and it will open. The code is 7294." Ylfur eyed the keypad for a moment before turning back to his guide.
"I can't read this." He said bluntly, catching her off-guard.
"Pardon?"
"I learned to speak English, not read it. I don't know what any of this shit means." Glynda sighed before reaching over and putting in the code, making sure Ylfur saw.
"There. Just remember those buttons in that order. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work I need to do." With that, she turned on her heel and walked down the hall, leaving the man to his own devices.
Ylfur punched in the code, a slight click preceding the door opening.
"Hví knátta þau hafa frammi lykill?" He grumbled as he entered and closed the door behind him. He walked into a spacious room with a single bed against the far right corner and a small kitchen in the far left corner, complete with a counter, sink, fridge, table, and chairs. Next to the bed was a small cabinet barely taller than him, likely meant for clothing. This was strange, as when he'd been here before, there were two bunk beds where the single bed now lay. He shrugged and figured Ozpin had people take the extra beds out to reduce clutter.
He stripped himself of his armor, leaving it all on the table aside from his helmet, sword, and shield, the first being left atop the fridge and the final two being on the counter. Left in his tunic and pants, he approached the inviting bed. But instead of climbing in, like his weary body so badly wanted to, he knelt before it with his hands on his knees, eyes closed.
"Óðinn, Áss til speki, þótt ek koma án gildi, iak eiga einga einn bœn. Vísa mér í inn í nánd dagr, reka frá minn til hugsjúkr ok æðra, ok lufa mér á hyggja it ljóstasta." He prayed, hoping the he had the ear of the Gods.
"Þórr, Áss til traust, hlíf Summer's ǫnd frān Rapax's eitr. Gefa hennar þinn ás-meginn sō, í því er hann segja frá hans saðr eðli, hon munu nidher-slā sá gargan með dugr ok megin."
He stayed kneeling in silence for a brief moment before rising to his feet, removing his clothes, and climbing into bed. It was soft, much softer than anything he'd ever slept in before.
As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered how his fellow warriors were faring back home.
X
Rapax lay on his side late at night in bed facing the wall. He couldn't sleep, being unable to shake the feeling something was about to happen. As he sat up in his cell, hands still cuffed behind him, he focused his hearing to see if he could pick anything up. He'd learned over the past few hours that it wasn't just his eyesight that'd been enhanced, but his ears got the same treatment.
As he listened, he could make out a group of people getting closer. The constant footsteps made it challenging to pinpoint precisely how many there were, but it was likely around five, probably more. As they got closer, he began to hear muffled talking.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Rich. If Ozpin catches wind of this, we'll be in deep shit." One of them said, sounding nervous.
"Oh, grow a pair. I'll wipe the cameras once we're done; nobody'll know it was us." Another, this one with a deeper voice, assured.
A third one chuckled. "Yeah. Besides, he tried to kill Summer, so it's not like anyone's gonna be broken up about what we're gonna do." That put him on high alert.
"It's not like he'll be breathing to snitch." Another chuckled. "Besides, we could make a killing pawning off his shit. I know a guy that'd be more than happy to pay out the ass for some of those pieces." These fools sought to murder him and sell his arms and armor while banking on his infamy to cover their tracks. He would not be their victim.
Rapax squatted on his bed and moved his linked hands beneath his legs, positioning them to his front. He then stood from his bed and placed himself directly in front of the door. Outnumbered and hand-cuffed? He would have to be somewhat careful, but Centurions were trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, even when restrained. By this point, the group had stopped talking, but their footsteps were still very audible.
After a few moments of silence, he heard the click of the door unlocking before the doorknob turned. That was when he struck. He kicked the door open with great force, sending the man opening it flying into the opposite wall. He slid to the ground, out cold.
"Oh shi-!" One of his buddies shouted but was cut off when Rapax grabbed him by the collar and headbutted him, destroying his nose and knocking him out as well. He heard the shuffling of feet to his left and quickly backed off, barely dodging a punch from the largest of the group.
There was a pause in the fight as he sized up the remaining men. There were five, having exchanged their uniforms for casual clothing. T-shirts, hoodies, and jeans were their standard here, making them look like nothing more than thugs.
The largest of the men, almost as big as Ylfur, grinned and indicated to one of his buddies, who passed him a heavy metal pipe. He held it in both hands as he stared the detainee down.
"You've just made this a whole lot worse for yourself, asshole." He taunted, but Rapax did not respond, making him snarl in anger. "Time to die!" He charged and swung down as hard as he could, aiming to destroy the Centurion's Aura in one mighty blow. Instead, he backed up but held his arms out, the weapon passing between them and shattering the cuff links. Before he could realize his mistake, Rapax was upon him.
He slammed his foot into the man's knee, a sickening crack preceding a cry of pain. That cry got louder as he picked up the dropped weapon and slammed it into the leader's other knee, shattering it completely. Lying on his stomach now, Rapax raised the heavy pipe with both hands and let out a roar as he brought it down on his head, caving in the back of his skull. Blood splattered up, staining his jumpsuit and marking his first kill on this new world.
He straightened his back and turned his attention to the rest of the thugs ahead of him. They all had shocked expressions on their faces at seeing the head of their little posse taken down so swiftly. Rapax stood beneath the fluorescent light, his new pipe weapon dripping with blood as he wrenched it out of the corpse's head.
"F-fuck this." One of them made to run, but the second man stopped him.
"You try to run, and I'll gut you myself!" He said as he drew a long hunter's knife, intimidating the other man into staying. Rapax took this moment of distraction to throw the pipe, hitting the third man in the gut and sending him to the floor in pain. He then sprinted towards them and dodged a stab from the second man. He caught his arm as it shot past his face and twisted, the joint cracking as he snapped the arm beyond uselessness.
He caught the knife as it fell and attempted to stab the attacker, but the first man grabbed his arm from behind. Rapax kicked backward, nailing him between the legs. As he fell to his knees in pain, the Knight spun around and planted the knife to the hilt in his neck before pulling forward, tearing his throat open and spraying blood across him and the wall.
Still cradling his broken arm, the second man could barely defend himself as Rapax grabbed his shoulder and drove the knife repeatedly into his chest and abdomen. Once he was done, he threw the mortally wounded man to the floor to slowly bleed to death.
The fourth man grabbed the back of his jumpsuit and threw him into the wall, getting a grunt of pain from him. He landed back-first hard on the cold, blood-slick floor, knocking the wind out of him. The man kicked him in the gut, not noticing as Rapax grabbed the knife from the first man's corpse. When he went for a second kick, he was surprised when the Centurion swept his legs out from under him. Rapax stabbed him in the neck as he fell, the momentum of his fall causing the blade to sever his artery in one clean stroke. More blood added to the growing pool.
With his face and most of his jumpsuit stained crimson, he pushed the body off and rose, the last man having finally stood to his feet. Before he could act, Rapax sprung forward and kicked his leg out from under him. On one knee, he held the man's right arm back and made to stab him in the throat. Surprisingly, he caught his forearm, halting the blade mere inches from his flesh.
"Wait!" He begged for his life in fear, but his fate had been sealed the moment he agreed to this thuggish plot. The Knight overpowered the man, and the knife sank into his flesh. Rapax twisted the blade and ripped it out through the side, spraying yet more dark velvet across the floor.
The Centurion stood amongst the carnage, alone, his arms dripping with blood. He heard a door open behind him and turned, seeing a group of heavily armored men with shields and batons marching towards him.
"Drop the weapon!" One of them shouted. Not wanting more trouble, he complied, letting the red blade clatter to the floor and putting his hands behind his head. He kneeled, and one of the guards quickly cuffed him, this time in thicker shackles that bit into his wrists.
He was forced into this situation by the corrupt guards that were now dead on the floor. But, as he looked at what he assumed was one of those "cameras" Ozpin spoke of watching everything from the corner of the hall, he knew the old Headmaster would see reason.
Rapax was nobody's victim.
Old Norse Translations
Brenna dauði.
Burning death.
Þǫgn!
Silence!
Hví knátta þau hafa frammi lykill?
Why couldn't they use a key?
Óðinn, Áss til speki, þótt ek koma án gildi, iak eiga einga einn bœn. Vísa mér í inn í nánd dagr, reka frá minn til hugsjúkr ok æðra, ok lufa mér á hyggja it ljóstasta.
Odin, god of wisdom, though I come without offerings, I have only one request. Guide me in the coming days, clear my mind of worries and fears, and allow me to think most clearly.
Þórr, Áss til traust, hlíf Summer's ǫnd frān Rapax's eitr. Gefa hennar þinn ás-meginn sō, í því er hann segja frá hans saðr eðli, hon munu nidher-slā sá gargan með dugr ok megin.
Thor, God of protection, shield Summer's life from Rapax's poison. Gift her your strength so, at the moment when he reveals his true nature, she will strike down the snake with skill and power.
Thor's bones, I had a lot of fun writing the fight scene between Rapax and the corrupt guards. Just wanted to show how, even if he's smaller than Ylfur, he's not to be fucked with. How Summer will react to his brutal self-defense will be shown next chapter. Now, reviews!
Brian.H.H: I initially thought maybe he could only control one Grimm at a time, but I didn't like that, so I settled for giving him control over Beowolves. And yes, battle fuels Ylfur's Semblance, but as shown with his outburst in Ozpin's office, it's also tied to his emotions, similar to Yang. Both of these warriors are forces to be reckoned with.
djpj7652: Centurions have some of the coolest armor sets in the game, so I had a lot of good options when I was deciding what I wanted him to look like. The Creta set matches very well. Also, I'm glad I'm portraying Ylfur and Rapax the way I intended. One thing I'm always unsure about is if I'm portraying someone correctly, even though I've been told most of the time I'm spot on.
Well, that's all there was. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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