KS: (watched episode 10) That was beautful, man. Just... beautiful.

Weiss stared at the mysterious man as she sat across from him. There was so many things about him that made her skin crawl, she didn't know where to begin. Although, he did save her from that assassin posing as an inn attendant. She was grateful to him for that, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was sketchy about him.

Speaking of the man, he was cleaning out his revolver, which she assumed she used to shoot the assassin's wings into pieces. Weiss could tell that is was an old model, but it looked as if it were in mint condition.

"You know, if you want to ask me something, now's the time," he said, not moving his eyes from his weapon.

Weiss slightly jumped when she heard him speak after hours of silence, but quickly composed herself.

"Right, um... if you don't mind me asking, what is your name?"

The man continued cleaning his weapon, but answered her question. "My name, huh? Well, you can call me Humo Blanco."

Weiss found his name odd, but didn't comment on it. After all, her own name could sound weird to anyone who's never heard of her family's company.

"Alright then, Humo. What is it that you do for a living?"

It was at that point when Humo stopped cleaning his revolver and looked at Weiss. She wasn't able to see his face, but she was able to feel his menacing gaze.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked.

"I'm just trying to make conversation," Weiss replied hastily. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Humo sighed. "No, I'll talk. I'm a bounty hunter. I go around Mistral searching for criminals who are a threat to people."

"The only criminals around here are you humans, and your existance alone threatens the well-being and freedom of all faunus!"

Both Weiss and Humo turn to see Marron glaring at them. She was tied to a tree with only one wing remaining, but she still glared at them with every amount of hate and contempt she could muster.

"You won't give us the time of day just because of how we look. And if we push a little hard, then you beat us. Then, all of a sudden, you decide to kill us because of our appearance! That seems like a good enough reason for- mmph!"

Her tirade was cut off by a wisp of smoke wrapping around her mouth, silencing her. Weiss was surprised to see that.

"She was really getting on my nerves," Humo sighed. "Good thing I have that old trick to help out."

Weiss turned to him with eyes wide as saucers. "You mean... that was your doing?"

Humo chuckled. "I bet you've never seen someone with a semblance like mine before."

Weiss shook her head, clearly to shocked to speak.

"It's been a real help with me on my jobs, Humo explained. "All that is required is to be near some smoke. Whether it was caused by a fire that I started, or something is burning nearby, I can shape it to whatever form I desire."

"Could you provide an example of what you can do with it?" Weiss asked, making no effort to conceal her intrigue.

"Why not?" Humo said, standing up. "I can give a live demonstration."

He stood still for a few seconds, breathing deeply. Weiss was about to ask what he was doing, but before she could say a word, the smoke caused by the fire began to swirl around Humo. It twisted and turned, taking various forms. One form was a miniature King Taijitu that coiled itself around his arm.

"So, what do you think?" Humo asked.

Weiss blinked. "I think that no words can properly describe how I feel right now."

Humo chuckled as the the snake disolved. "I figured you say that. My semblance truly is one of a kind."

Weiss shook her head. "I wouldn't say that. My semblance allows me to use glyphs for combat."

"Are you able to use them for summoning?" Humo asked.

Weiss shifted nervously. "To be honest, I... never really gotten around to it."

Humo sat back down, disolving the smoke around him. "What do you mean?"

"I've been practicing with my summoning, but certain things prevent me from practicing," Weiss said sheepishly.

"Like what?" Humo inquired.

Weiss sighed. "Oh, nothing much, other than me reeling back from the events of Beacon, verbal and emotional abuse from my father and someone from the White Fang making an attempt on my life has me... distracted."

Humo stoked the fire with a loose branch and threw it in. "Well, you don't have to worry about those distractions anymore. Especially the one tied to the tree over there."

Marron continued to muffle angrily as she thrashed against her restraints.

"So, I can practice?" Weiss asked.

Humo nodded. "Go ahead. Let's see what you're made of."

Weiss stood up and picked up Myrtenaster. She raised it in front of her face and closed her eyes, concentrated on what she wanted to summon. Her own sister was able to do it, so she should have no problem doing the same.

A large glyph appeared in front of her, spinning at a rapid pace as she grit her teeth. Humo watched the display and didn't like what he was seeing.

"At the rate she's going, the only thing she'll get out of that is a ruptured blood vessel," he mused. "I better stop her before she faints."

Humo approached Weiss, but when he lightly touched her shoulder, a bright flash of light engulfed them both. Fortunately, he used his hat to shield his eyes from the brightness.

"All right, now what in the name of dust just... happened?"

As soon as he lifted his hat, he nearly fainted upon seeing what appeared to be a large suit of armor carrying a giant sword. The giant looked down at him, as if it were trying to read his very soul.

"Just when I thought I'd seen it all, life still finds ways to surprise me," Humo muttered, reaching for his pistol. No sooner did he gripped it, the armor made its move. Humo saw the attack and rolled out of the way, pistol in hand. He made several quick shots at the giant, but no penetrated its armor, or even fazed it.

"Well, this is going to end well," Humo muttered, awaiting his impending doom.

The suit of armor raised its sword, preparing to strike down the gunslinger.

"STOP!"

A sharp voice made the armor cease its movements before it could carry out the execution.

"Well, that had to be the closest brush with death I've ever had," Humo sighed.

He saw Weiss walk up beside the figure, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down her face.

"That... was... brutal," she panted, before fainting. Humo quickly went to her side before she hit the ground.

"Man, this girl is full of surprises," he said, turning his gaze towards the armor she summoned. "And then some."

KS: A man who's name means smoke in another language and his semblance allows him to control it... I think my originality is running dry here. But then again, maybe it isn't. On another note, I heard about some alternative plot challenge going on. I wonder if it's too late to join? Oh well, it probably is, but it doesn't matter.