After the fall of Beacon, Remnant was never the same. Communications among other kingdoms was disrupted due to the fall, the city of Vale was in a state of repairs and every other kingdom was terrified at the thought that they could be next. With the fear and stress that everyone is in, it's no wonder why Grimm attacks have been on a rise. The Grimm are attracted to the fear, stress, and other intense emotions of the common people. Fortunately, most places still have their respective hunters and huntresses to protect them from these terrifying attacks. However, there are some people who aren't officially certified as a hunter taking on these jobs, whether it be for money, to do the right thing or what have you, people are out there killing the Grimm by the dozen.

This time was no different as in the middle of a clearing in a snowy forest, a pack of Beowolves closed in on a brown cloaked figure, growling and snarling as they thirst for bloodshed. Tall pine trees outlined the clearing, going up to about fifteen feet. There was also one lone maple tree that stood higher than any other trees in the area, nearly all off the leaves having fallen off during the Fall. The figure in the middle of the pack removes their cloak and throws it to the side as they draw out their weapons, a crimson and gold short sword, and a bronze shield. The mysterious figure was wearing dark golden armor that resembled that of a spartan and a knight's. It was simple in design, nothing too intricate or anything that stands out. It was forged to protect and judging by the scratches and small dents that covered the chest piece, it certainly did its duty. On their arms were vambraces of the same color, protecting the well-built arms of this figure. They wore a gold-plated skirt that had dark red cloth underneath the golden armor. Tied to the top of the skirt was a red cloth that was binded together with a metal medallion that bore the emblem of a spear, with a shield underneath it. They wore shin guards and brown heeled leather boots that went up to their knees, the plates of the armor being divided into sections to allow for smooth and swift movement while still fulfilling the protection that is required of such a piece of armor. Underneath their chest plate was a black short sleeved hoodie with the figure wearing the hood over their head. On their face was a white mask that resembled the face of a six eyed Grimm. A small strand of red hair can be seen a top of the mask they wore to conceal their face.

The mysterious figure gives a snarl as they watch the Grimm getting closer and closer to them. They raise their shield up, stepping back on one foot as the snow crunches beneath their feet, sword pointed forth at one of the foul beasts. With the snap of a twig from a tree above, the figure dashes towards the Beowolf, kicking up snow with every single step. The Grimm upon seeing the figure closing in on them raises their claw up, ready to strike down, only for the warrior to block the blow with their shield. With the Grimm's neck unprotected, they slash at the Grimm's neck, causing it to let out a deathly cry before crumbling down to the ground, a turning into black dust.

The figure looks around and sees two more Grimm making a mad dash on all fours from their right and their left. With a flick of their wrist, the short sword's transforms into that of a spear. Using the longer weapon, the warrior thrusts it onto the ground to allow themselves to jump into the air as the two Grimm skid to a halt to avoid hitting each other. They look up and see the masked warrior throw their round shield at them, whizzing by as the edges shine in the sunlight. The shield was sharpened to the point that it could easily cut through a Grimm the size of an Evermore like a hot knife through butter. The shield cuts into one of the Beowolf's neck, decapitating it and landing into the snowy ground with a swoosh. Using their spear, the figure stabs the Grimm in its back, their feet landing on the Grimm with a snap.

The warrior gives a small huff at the pathetic display and stares at the other Grimm. "Who else wants to meet their death?" Asks a deep feminine voice. She knows that the Grimm can't talk, but mocking these enemies makes killing them more fun.

Three of the Grimm answer her question by charging in towards the woman. She twirls her lance around in her hands, quickly transforming it into a rifle to fire six shots at one of the Beowolf in the middle. It was able to tank three of the shots before slowing down at the fourth, stopping at the fifth and falling to the ground at the sixth. Despite the lost of their packmate, the two other Grimm continue their assault as they rush in claws bared. Raising their claws up they deliver a double vertical slash towards the masked woman. She's able to block both blows with her spear, her left food digging into the snow from the added pressure. But this was no problem for the warrior as she easily fights back against the might of the two Beowolves, her muscles flexing as with a grunt she pushes the two Grimm back. She throws her spear at one, piercing it clean through its chest and flying through another Grimm that was behind it before embedding itself in the trunk of a tree. The woman extended her hand as she stared intently at the other wolflike monster. Suddenly the shield from earlier, enveloped in a black aura, cuts through the beast's chest before returning back to it's original. She extends her other hand and soon her spear was back in her hand. Looking around her, the numbers have died down but there's still a significant amount of Grimm left, most likely about seven or eight.

The Grimm, deciding that going one at a time was a death sentence, all decided to charge in towards the woman as a group. She was surrounded on all sides, but this didn't bother her, in fact it caused her to give a cocky smile. When one Beowolf got close enough to strike, the woman bashed it with her shield, causing it to stumble back. She then jabs a Grimm that was approaching her from behind with the butt of her spear, causing it fly back from the force before quickly getting back up. Three Grimm came at the warrior from the right and the left, showing no mercy as they growl at her. The woman turns to meet the Grimm on her right, slashing at a few of them with her spear and upon pressing a button, the blade of the spear shifts back into that of a rifle. Pulling the trigger, she fires another shot of fire dust at the Grimm she just slashed, causing it to fall into the snow. She repeats the tactic with the other two Grimm, slicing one's arm off before shooting it in the chest, and slicing it's neck causing it to fall and turn into black ash like the other fallen Grimm before it. Using her shield to block a double slash strike from the third Grimm on her right she was about to attack it with her spear when she heard the sound of crunching snow directly behind her. Instead of attacking the Grimm that was in front of her, she twirls her crimson spear behind her and stabs it into the head of a Grimm that almost got the better of her. Using her foot, she kicks the Grimm in front of her away with such force that it caused it to fly into a tree, causing the trunk to splinter from the force of the impact. She turns her attention towards the three Grimm that were behind her, with the one in the middle now becoming a pile of black ash. The other two Grimm raise their claws in the air ready to strike, but the warrior slid underneath them, dodging the attack. As she slid, she quickly morphed her spear back into a short sword, swinging at the toothpick thin legs of the Grimm, causing them to fall to the ground.

The two fallen Grimm rollover to try to attack the huntress again but only for her to dodge it by leaping into the air. She throws her shield down, dissecting it in half and lands on the spine of the other. She morphs her weapon back into a rifle as she shoots the Grimm in the back of the head, a displeased expression on her face as she does the deed. She turns around and sees one of the Grimm she pushed away charging back towards her. She points her rifle at it, takes aim, pulls the trigger and "CLICK!" Out of dust bullets. She forgot to keep count, but that's no matter. She can still kill the beast. She spins around in a circle and throws her shield, like a discus, at the Beowolf. The shield whistles through the air as it slices through the Grimm's mouth, removing the top of its head and continuing on it's flight. The shield hits a stone boulder that was in between two trees, causing it to ricochet like a speeding bullet and embed itself deep into the chest of another Grimm. The strike was just barely not enough to put it down for good, but it most definitely wasn't going to defeat the warrior. Only one more left after she finishes this one. With a flex of her hand, the shield that was in the Beowolf is once again enveloped in a black aura as it returns to its owner. When the shield left the Grimm, so too did the life energy of it, if you could even call Grimm a living being that is.

The warrior turns around and sees the last Beowolf charging at her. She raises her shield, tightens the grip on her short sword and puts her right foot forward. As the Grimm gets close, she bashes it to the side with her shield before giving powerful slashes on its chest, marking it with an X. She throws her shield up, reaches into her pocket, and takes out a clip of dust bullets and tosses them high up into the air. When the shield went back down and into the warrior's grip, she gives a powerful kick to the Grimm's chest as she quickly changes her short sword into a rifle and tosses it into the air. Both the rifle and the clip of dust bullets are coated in a black aura. The masked warrior then punches, kicks and bashes the Grimm wildly as above her, with the help of the woman's semblance, the rifle reloads itself. Finally, she delivers a powerful uppercut with her shield, spinning in the air as she launches the Grimm into the air. As she's in the air she catches her rifle and lands on the ground, her back turned away from the Grimm. Holding her rifle over her shoulder, she pulls the trigger and with a "BANG!" the bullet flies into the Grimm, the high-speed impact causing the Grimm to explode like a fire work of black ash.

The figure gives a small "humph" at the finished fight, unsatisfied with how it went. She pulls down her hood, revealing short crimson hair that went down to the middle of her neck. The hair looked like it was cut unevenly, with some small, tangled knots from being neglected proper care. The figure than takes off her mask, revealing dark emerald eyes. As it turns out, this woman was none other than Pyrrha Nikos, the huntress in training that went missing after the fall of Beacon and presumed to be dead as no one could find any trace of her. She looks up at the sky and gives a small grumble, recognizing that night was approaching. Figuring that the spot she's in looks to be a good spot to camp for the night, she heads towards a large maple tree and sits underneath it. Giving a small sigh as she rests her back against the tree, she closes her eyes and ponders on what to do in the morning. "The next town is a half a day's journey from where I am. It wouldn't be a bad idea to stop there, pick up on some supplies and maybe take a bounty or two to earn some extra Lien." She said to herself, still talking in a deeper voice than what is normal for her.

Deciding that the brief rest was enough for her, Pyrrha stands up from the spot she was sitting in and head towards the cloak that she threw aside at the beginning of the fight. Picking it up, she rummages through it and finds a small travel bag that she hid underneath it. Opening it up she takes out a rolled up sleeping bag, a frying pan, and a jar of meat seasoning that she bought from a town fifteen miles back. Heading back towards the spot underneath the maple tree, she gets started on making her camp. She makes a campfire with some of the lumber that she cut down from the tree that the Grimm from earlier was launched into. She had no trouble lighting the wood thanks to the help of fire dust.

As she set up the camp, Pyrrha would hear rustling in the bushes to her right and find a lone rabbit hopping out, looking for food. She stares at the woodland creature intently, quietly taking out Milo and silently shifting it to its rifle configuration. She stares at the rabbit down the sight line, lining up her shot and pulls the trigger. If she was back at Beacon, Pyrrha would be having second thoughts about killing an innocent creature, but without the warmth that Jaune has provided to her, Pyrrha's heart has frozen over like the icy forest around her.

As the sun sets, and the moon rises, Pyrrha would be roasting the rabbit she killed from earlier in the frying pan over the fire. She takes the jar of seasoning and pours it all over her meal. With a sizzle, she continues to cook her dinner and within a few more minutes her food was done. Not caring about the heat of the freshly cooked rabbit, she bites into the flesh, chewing the meat before swallowing it. She looks back at the jar of seasoning, opens it up and dumps more of the spice onto the rabbit meat that she was eating. She takes another bite of the rabbit before slamming her fist into the maple tree behind her, the wood splintering from where she hit it. "Damn it! It tastes like nothing! No matter how much seasoning I put on the damn thing, I can't taste a single thing!" Pyrrha shouts. She's not sure exactly when she lost her sense of taste, but ever since winter arrived, she's been unable to taste anything at all. No matter what she eats, no matter how spicy or salty it is, it's all bland and boring to her. It makes her not want to eat anymore if she can't enjoy the taste of food. Were it not for the fact that eating was necessary for survival, she would've stopped consuming food a long time ago.

As she sulks to herself, she would see a lone brown maple leaf fall from one of the branches above her. She watches it intently, looking as it dances back and forth in the air before falling into the bright orange flames of her campfire. She gives a depressed sigh as she looks away from the source of light. "Jaune…" she muttered as she takes out her scroll. Turning it on, there were more than ninety-nine missed texts and calls on her phone, Pyrrha not wanting to check them in fear of revealing herself. She navigates to her photos folder and finds a selfie that she took of herself and Jaune, enjoying a ginormous bowl of ramen during the Vytal Festival. She gives a small laugh as she remembers the terrible tummy ache Jaune had after eating all that food, only for him to go into battle mere minutes after he was done eating. She gently runs her index finger across the screen as she gives a longing sigh, her heart still aching for the man that she loved.

She scrolls through her photos and finds another selfie of her, Jaune, Ren and Nora after their team victory during the Vytal Festival. Nora was jumping on Ren's shoulders; the young man being caught off guard from Nora's surprise attack. Jaune had his face turned to the side, having noticed the chaos going on behind him as Pyrrha looked like she was about to burst out laughing. As Pyrrha looked at the photo, she wonders what Ren and Nora are doing before quickly dismissing the thought. She's certain that they're fine without her. Pyrrha continues scrolling through her photos, a small sad smile creeping on her face as she recollects each memory the photos bring. It's probably not a good idea for her to get too invested into the photos, lest she wants to be feeling depressed and unmotivated for the oncoming days. So, with a heavy sigh, she turns off her scroll and puts it away into her bag.

An owl hoots overhead, signaling to Pyrrha that it's time for her to go to sleep. She rolls out her white sleeping bag, the bed itself blending in perfectly into the snow. She removes her armor, leaving her in just Jaune's hoodie and her skirt. She looks down at her hoodie, the light of the dying campfire dancing against the cloth. Pyrrha took the time to clean the garment, making sure that any trace of blood, dirt and soot were washed away as well as sewing the various rips and tears, making the hoodie look brand new. It's the last thing that she had which belonged to Jaune and she will always cherish this for as long as she wears it, it feels like she's constantly getting a hug from the blonde knight that she loves. Kicking some snow over the campfire to put it out, the fire extinguishing with a hiss, Pyrrha gets inside of her sleeping bag, holding Milo close to her chest, ready to strike in the event that anyone tries to ambush her in her sleep. Sleep slowly starts to eat away at her, her eyes closing softly, as she drifts off to sleep.

"Pyrrha…" Echoed a familiar voice.

Pyrrha gives a small grumble as she opens her eyes and finds herself back at Beacon during the fall. She spots the tall tower where Cinder and the Grimm dragon waited. In front of her was Jaune, who was… kissing herself? Pyrrha gives a small blink as the next thing she knows was that she was getting kissed by Jaune. The warm memory of Jaune's lips on hers rushes back into the girl as she gets lost in the kiss once again. The kiss was rudely interrupted when she would feel cold steel against her back, finding herself in the locker that she was shoved into. Pyrrha's eyes widen as she suffers through her personal hell again. This can't be happening again! She can't let him die!

Jaune slams the locker shut on Pyrrha, making a loud thunderous slam as it shook Pyrrha to her very core. Looking through the vents in the locker, Jaune looks at Pyrrha with his grey lifeless eyes. "It's time for me to be a fucking hero." He tells her as flames slowly consume him.

Pyrrha screams in horror as she watches the flames engulf Jaune's body. "NO! DON'T BE A HERO!" Pyrrha cries in despair as the flames start to engulf the locker that she was in. She closes her eyes and reopens them as she finds herself on top of the tower where Ozpin's office is. Looking up she sees Cinder stabbing Jaune in the throat with a dagger. "JAUNE!" She screams, hand reaching out for the young knight. Behind Jaune she sees Ruby, standing there with her back turned away from Jaune. She gives a quick glance at the dying body of Jaune Arc, staring at him with disinterest before jumping off of the tower. Ruby was supposed to save him, but she didn't… she left Jaune to die.

Pyrrha pounds her fist into the floor, causing it to fragment and break away as the office slowly breaks into an endless black void. She lets out a loud scream, filled with anger and vengeance. Her eyes dilate with rage as she grabs her spear and charges forth towards Cinder. "CINDER! DIE!" She shouts as she charges forth.

Cinder only gives a small smile as she stops the momentum of the spear with the tip of her index finger, causing Pyrrha to freeze in her tracks. "You can't kill me foolish girl." Cinder taunts as Milo melts into a puddle of molten steel.

Pyrrha looks at Cinder in disbelief at how easy it was for her to melt Milo. Pyrrha growls in frustration as she tries to punch Cinder in the face, only for her to catch her fist, twisting it and breaking it with a snap. Cinder kicks Pyrrha in the stomach, causing the spartan to spit out blood as she fell to her knees. "Cinder… I will have my vengeance for everything that you've taken away from me!" Pyrrha shouts with rage.

Cinder only gives a small chuckle as she walks closer to Pyrrha. "How can you have vengeance for someone you only fell in love with for two hours." Cinder asks with a taunting smile. She creates a bow out of glass and pulls the string back. "Your vengeance will die with you!" She shouts, releasing the string and firing the arrow. Pyrrha could only look on in anger, enraged that she never got to avenge Jaune and satisfy her lust for Cinder's death. She lets out a loud roar as the arrow pierces her skull.

Opening her eyes with urgency, Pyrrha sits straight up and observes her surroundings. She's still in the snowy forest clearing that she was at earlier. Pyrrha gives a small sigh and punches the snowy ground. "Another damn nightmare…" She grumbles. She's been unable to sleep peacefully ever since that night. All she would ever see is Jaune dying in front of her, Ruby ignoring the crime happening in front of her and Cinder mocking Pyrrha for never being able to have her revenge. Sometimes it varied, from Ruby killing Jaune, to Cinder filling Pyrrha's chest with arrows, left to be burned alive. No matter what the variant was, however, it all told Pyrrha the same message. Her vengeance will never come to fruition. But that was not enough to deter her. She was determined to her cause. Each and every nightmare she had only fuels the lust for Cinder's death tenfold. "When I find you Cinder… I will put your head on the blade of my spear and present it to all of Remnant, so that they can see what happens when you go against me." Pyrrha growled.

She looks up and sees dawn breaking through the treetops, signaling to her that it's time to pack up and get going to the next town. Rolling up her sleeping bag and putting her armor back on, she gives one last look at the tall maple tree that she slept under, watching the last maple leaf that was on it fall down and into the snow. Giving a small grunt, she puts her mask back on and covers her head with the hood of Jaune's hoodie and her cloak. She buries any remnants of the campfire she made under the snow in case there's someone that's tracking her down. Without further delay, Pyrrha heads north into the woods to get back on the lone path she was walking on, the chilly wind blowing into her face.

After several hours of walking, Pyrrha would find herself at the entrance of a snowy Mistralian village. It wasn't a super advanced village, nothing on the likes of Vale or Argus, but it still had the basics that most settlements needed to thrive. The buildings seemed to be made out of red brick with grey shingles for the roofing. Streetlights lined the main road that went through the middle of town. A red-haired kid runs around with his friends, all of them holding wooden swords, shields and axes that were most definitely made by the kids themselves. They were all clashing their toy weapons against each other as they let out cute battle cries, declaring themselves to be the best hunter that has ever lived. The small sight causes Pyrrha to give a warm smile, appreciating the innocence of the youth. The world is so hard and cold, but these kids live on without a single care in the world. Oh, how Pyrrha wishes that she still had her innocence.

With a deep sigh, Pyrrha walks into town, trying to find either a tavern or a wanted board. She might as well try to take up a job while she's here to earn some Lien to buy dust rounds, whetstones, and maybe even some new food. Hopefully, the new food that she buys will allow her to regain her sense of taste, as it would be a flavor she's never experienced before. She would soon find a wanted board that happened to be conveniently placed next to a tavern. Looking at the board, she sees various requests to take down certain Grimm as well as posters of petty thieves asking for them to be imprisoned for their crimes. However, one poster catches Pyrrha's eye.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! ANZO, THE LEADER OF THE BLUNDERBORE BANDITS!

REWARD 500,000 LIEN.

The poster shows the picture of a bald man with a thick beard on their face. Pyrrha gives a confident smile as she rips the poster off of the wall and stashes it in her bag.

Next to her, Pyrrha would hear a small whistle as a male huntsman looks at Pyrrha curiously. "That's quite a reward. What do you plan on doing with it?" He asks curiously, trying to make some small talk.

Pyrrha stares at the man and looks down at her hands. "The only use that I have for the reward is to buy stronger, better and durable gear that will help me avenge my love against the woman that killed him! I could care less for whoever this Anzo is, he's just a small steppingstone that's on my path towards vengeance." She monologues, closing her hands into a fist as she gives a small snarl.

The man looks at Pyrrha with wide eyes and gives a nervous chuckle. "Ah… that sounds nice. If I had that reward, I would've probably just bought a nice-looking gold necklace. Maybe a minx fur coat too. Just try to make myself look more eye catching for the ladies you know?" He said with an awkward smile. Pyrrha stares at the man through her mask, wondering if he's actually serious. "Well… I wish you luck with your vengeance I guess." He said as he rips a poster asking to slay Grimm off the board and leaves. Pyrrha rolls her eyes and grumbles to herself before heading into the tavern to see if she can find any tips on where Anzo or the Blunderbore bandits may be.

Walking through the metal doors, she would find herself in a modern styled bar, filled with various patrons who were sitting at polished stone tables, eating delicious looking food, and drinking their drinks. There was a small live jazz band that was playing a nice catchy tune that gave a carefree atmosphere to the tavern. At the back of the building was a bar, that had a black-haired bartender cleaning beer glass, various bottles of alcohol behind him; and a flight of stairs that led to a higher floor, most likely where rooms were that travelers could stay in for the night. Right above the array of bottles of alcohol, was a large emblem that resembled a beanstalk. However, instead of sprouting from a bean, the stalk was sprouting from a pint of beer. Below the emblem was lettering that said "Jack's Tavern and Inn" arranged in a semi-circle around the icon of the bar.

Walking past various patrons that were seated at tables, Pyrrha heads towards the bar, paying no attention to the customers. A few of the patrons give Pyrrha a curious and cautious stare, moving their hands down to their hips, where they most likely kept their weapons, in case this stranger was a threat. Walking closer to the bar, the bartender looks up from the glass and gives Pyrrha a cautious stare, not trusting the mask that she wore. "How may I help you stranger?" He asks, one hand reaching underneath the bar.

Pyrrha reaches into her bag and pulls out the wanted poster that she took from the board outside, sliding it over to the bartender. "Do you have any information on where this guy may be?" Pyrrha asks in a deep voice. Ever since she left Beacon, she started talking in a deeper voice to conceal her identity so that no one can recognize her as the Pride of Mistral. If people were to recognize her, they would no doubt try to take her back to her home, preventing her from being able to achieve her revenge. Besides, it's better if Pyrrha stays dead. It makes the reveal when she fights Cinder feel more impactful.

The bartender relaxes as he sees that the masked stranger was here for a job. "You shouldn't fight him by yourself lass. He and his men have killed countless huntsmen and huntresses that tried to bring him to justice." He warns as he goes back to cleaning the glass.

"I don't care. I'm far stronger than you expect." Pyrrha grumbles, crossing her arms as she taps her foot on the ground impatiently, waiting for the bartender to give her some tips on where Anzo could be.

The bartender gives a sigh as he sees that this huntress was determined. 'Another huntress slayed by Anzo.' He thinks to himself. "Well it's your funeral." He says as he reaches underneath the bar and pulls out a map of the surrounding area. "You can find their camp to the north of here, up on top of the giant cliff that over looks this town." He says as circling said spot on the map. "Let me warn you though, Anzo is a very dangerous man." He said as he reaches underneath the bar. He gives a loud grunt as he heaves over a small wooden chest on top of the bar and places it in front of Pyrrha, catching her interest. She opens the chest, expecting to find some kind of heavy object inside, only to spot one black feather. Confused, she reaches in to pick up the feather with her fingertips only to be surprised by the massive weight of the feather. She had to grab it with her fist instead as she looks at it in the palm of her hand. She puts the feather back into the chest, closing it and sliding it back over to the bartender. "His semblance allows him to change the weight of anything and he has the strength to support that drastic change in weight."

"I see." Pyrrha hums, a small smile growing on her lips. This could make for a very fun and interesting fight. "Thanks for the help." Pyrrha said, nodding her head at the bartender before turning around to leave.

"Good luck huntress. You're going to need it." The bartender said under his breath as he goes back to work.

Pyrrha starts to head north of the small town that she was in, spotting the large cliff that rose above the trees. With a firm nod of determination, she sets out to make her way towards the bandit camp. The trek through the woods was uneventful as the snow crunching beneath Pyrrha's feet being the only sound that filled the air. The trip was quick as she soon reached the base of the cliff. She finds a small trail that leads up to the cliff and starts her treacherous journey up the cliff. The trail was rocky and a bit icy, so Pyrrha had to use her spear as a sort of walking stick to prevent slipping and falling off. Halfway up the cliff, snow would start to gently fall onto the ground, coating the already snowy ground with even more of its cold white fluff. Soon she would reach the top of the cliff and find in front of her a large cave entrance that was lit by two torches. By the torches stood two guards dressed in thick fur clothing. Quickly ducking behind a large rock to prevent being seen, she starts to come up with a plan of attack. Turning Milo into its rifle configuration, a small scope appears on top of it, a new feature that she added a while back. Peering down the scope she looks at the two guards who seemed to be dozing off. She looks up from her rifle as she reaches into her bag and pulls out her frying pan.

Using her polarity, Pyrrha lifts up the frying pan and floats it over towards a small path that was beside the cave entrance. Once it arrived, she dropped the pan, letting out a loud and audible "DONG!" that woke up the two guards, who quickly went over to investigate. Pyrrha then rushes towards the two guards, weapons drawn as she stabs the both of them in the back, her blade piercing through their chests as they let out a pained gasp before falling to the ground, life leaving their bodies.

Finishing the deed, Pyrrha quickly goes inside of the cave. Upon entering she notices large metal beams that appeared to be supporting the top of the cave. She'll make a mental note of this discovery, in the event she needs to make a quick getaway. Going deeper into the cave, doing her best to stay quiet, she notices about four bandits sitting around a bonfire, eating, and drinking merrily, unaware of their oncoming demise. Deciding to ignore them for now, she goes deeper into the cave, hoping that she can find this Anzo person.

As she walks through the cave, she would freeze in her tracks when she discovers a giant Grimm that resembled that of a goose, sleeping peacefully. This giant goose was easily the size of a two storied house, the large creature completely filling up all the space of the room that it was in. It's feathers were pitch black, with a white bone like headplate resting on its face. It's bill were aligned with razor sharp black teeth that could easily rip and tear a person apart. On the joints of it's wings were massive, hooked spurs that looked like they could pierce through rock. How is there a Grimm in this cave and how come it hasn't killed the bandits? Were they able to tame it somehow? She is now faced with a decision, either she kills the Grimm now and risk Anzo fleeing the base or ignore the Grimm, attacking and killing Anzo and risk having to fight a fully awakened giant Grimm. She gives a small hum as she decides to go with the latter option. Unfortunately, as Pyrrha would try to sneak past the Grimm, a large metal cage would fall on top of her, a loud clanging noise echoing throughout the cave, trapping her for the time being. The noise alerted the giant Grimm, causing it's eyes to open as it gets up from the ground, staring Pyrrha with it's blank red eyes, giving a small snarl.

Pyrrha would hear a masculine voice from behind the goose, telling it to settle down. The Grimm did as it was told and lays back down on the ground. From behind the goose walks forth a mountain of a man, easily 8'0 tall, maybe even greater. He had a thick brown beard on his shiny bald head. He wore two shoulder guards that were made out of animal bones while the rest of his outfit was a simple fur tunic and boots. He had a notable golden pendant on his chest that seemed to have the design of a large castle resting on top of a bed of clouds. This must be Anzo, the leader of the Blunderbore Bandits. "Oi what do we have here then?" He asks as he kneels down to take a glance at Pyrrha. "Another one of you huntsmen trying to capture me eh?" He says with a laugh.

Pyrrha was silent, refusing to answer the man as she stared him down through the mask she was wearing. Even though the man couldn't see her eyes, he could feel her intense gaze pierce into his very soul, filling him with dread. "Eh… something is wrong with you. You're fillin me with dread." He shivers before grabbing the cage by one of the bars. "I'm not risking toying around with you like I did with all the other huntsmen and huntresses." He says to Pyrrha, dragging the cage behind him. As he does this, Pyrrha starts forming a plan, paying close attention to her surroundings, and making note of anything that she could use to her benefit. After a brief trip, Anzo would lead Pyrrha into what can be assumed to be his throne room. The throne itself was simple, being made out of a natural rock formation that must have been in the cave from the very beginning. Next to the throne were piles of valuables that the bandits have stolen throughout their existence. Such valuables included jewelry, gems, large dust crystals and even pieces of Atlesian Robots. Behind the throne was the stone wall of the cave, adorned with the weapons of all the huntsmen and huntresses that Anzo no doubt killed.

"You kill all those huntsmen yourself?" Pyrrha asks, not even a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Ya, I did. You'll just be another one for me to add to my collection." He threatens with a grin as he walks to his throne to retrieve his weapon, a large blade that resembled a giant butcher knife. He was able to pick it up without problem, despite the blade being almost three quarters of his size. By this point, a group of bandits form around the cage that Pyrrha was trapped in, excited to see another public execution. "Well ya have any last words before I butcher ya?" Anzo asks.

Pyrrha gives a growl as she activates her semblance, focusing it on two of the metal bars on the cage. She throws her arms to each of her sides and breaks the metal bars with little effort thanks to her semblance. Wasting no time, she quickly draws out Milo and Akouo as she rushes towards Anzo. He was unable to get a word in as he brings his blade up to protect his massive body from her strikes. Pyrrha roars as she rapidly and mindlessly attacks Anzo, her weapons bouncing off of the giant piece of steel, not even leaving a scratch.

Pyrrha would suddenly get pushed by the flat of the blade and launched towards a small group of bandits, who were quickly drawing their weapons out to kill the huntress. Pyrrha lands on her back and sees four bandits raising their axes above her head, ready to chop her apart. She spins around on her back, tripping the four bandits with her spear as she jumps up on her feet, quickly dodging a sword thrust that came at her back. She hits the exposed arm with her shield, the sharp edges of the metal cutting the arm of the bandit as he quickly pulls back in pain, only for Pyrrha to immediately bash his head with her shield, causing him to fall on the floor unconscious.

Anzo gives a frustrated groan at the incompetence of his men. A green sheen shines over his giant blade as he's now able to swing it around like it was as light as a feather. He runs towards Pyrrha, his giant feet stomping on the ground, causing the cave to rumble with each step he took. He does a small spin as he jumps up into the air, the same green sheen shining over his weapon, increasing it's weight massively, and performs a giant vertical chop that can easily cleave a person in half.

Pyrrha was able to jump away from the attack, Anzo's weapon embedding itself with an earthshaking rumble, a large crack splitting down the room. Pyrrha would then jump on the top of the blade before kneeing Anzo in the face. She performs a backflip as her spear shifts to a rifle, firing a shot at Anzo's shining bald head. The giant grunted in pain as he stumbles back away from his sword. He looks at his men and gives a growl. "Well don't just stand there! Kill her!" He commands with a shout as blood runs out of his nose.

The bandits shake their heads as they charge towards Pyrrha, who landed from the back flip. She spins around and throws her shield at the group of bandits, the shield bouncing off of the heads of five bandits like a pin ball machine. Quickly shifting her rifle back into a short sword, she parries a horizontal strike from an axe, before punching her assailant in the face, then stabbing him in the chest.

Pyrrha would hear a gunshot and feel a sharp pain in her thigh as she turns around to see a bandit holding a revolver. He cocks the hammer back and fires another shot, Pyrrha reflecting it with her blade before she dashes towards the man. He fires four more shots out of his revolver, Pyrrha deflecting two of them and dodging the other two. When Pyrrha closed the distance between herself and the gunslinger, the gunslinger would try to shoot Pyrrha in the face only to hear a click as he ran out of ammunition. Pyrrha gives the bandit a smirk before decking him in the face with her free hand, knocking him down to the ground and stomping on his face, a loud bloodcurdling crack echoing throughout the cave.

Out of the corner of her eye she spots her shield and using her semblance, calls it back to her, slicing the ankles of those who were in it's way, tossing them down on the ground as blood poured out from their wounds. Grabbing the shield, she holds it up to block gun fire from five bandits on her right. As she protected herself, she would hear giant thuds rushing towards her as Anzo swings his sword over his head. Seeing that she's stuck between a rock and a hard place, she jumps back to try to evade the blow. However, the very tip of the massive cleaver was able to slice through her mask and opens a large wound that went from her forehead to the top of her cheek. Her hood falls back, showing her crimson hair as she gives a pained groan from the newly inflicted wound.

Anzo stares at Pyrrha in disbelief and holds his fist up to tell his men to stop firing for a moment. "Well I'd be damned! If it isn't the Pride of Mistral! Everyone thought you were dead!" He says with a hearty laugh.

"And I wish that everyone continues to believe that I'm dead." Pyrrha growls, her identity having been revealed to all the bandits, knowing now that she can't let a single one live. Blood continues to drip down her face, droplets splattering on the stone floor.

"Hmmm I was gonna kill ya but then I came up with a thought. What if we hold ya for ransom? Imagine how much money we will make by holding the Pride of Mistral hostage! We'd be swimming in dough! Right boys?!" He asks, looking behind to all his men. They all give a big cheer as each and every single one thinks over what they can do with all that Lien. "So just put down your weapons and come with us, we will treat that wound of yours and take you back home."

Pyrrha's eyebrows furrow as she gives a small growl. She has no home anymore. Anywhere that doesn't have Jaune is no home of hers. If she goes back to Argus, she will be forced back into her old life where people treated her like an idol to be worshiped. She would never get her revenge on Cinder if she's forced to go back to Argus. She won't rest until Milo is drenched in Cinder's blood. Pyrrha gives a loud roar, her eyes dilating in rage as she uses her semblance to levitate all of bandits' weapons into the air before impaling each and every single one.

Anzo looks around and stumbles back in shock. "That's… that's impossible!" He shouts, getting scared for his life as this woman just single handedly killed his entire crew. He gives a loud whistle that echoes through out the cave. Soon the giant Grimm goose from earlier breaks through the stone walls with a terrifying honk and a flap of its wings.

Pyrrha looks on in anger, seeing that she's getting pushed back into a corner, she makes her spear into a rifle and starts shooting at the Grimm's face, trying to slow it down. Anzo rushes in towards Pyrrha, his fist glowing bright green as it looks like he's struggling to keep it in the air. Pyrrha takes her shield to block the punch and gives a grunt from the massive force of the punch, her heels digging into the stone floor as a loud bell-like "DONG!" reverberates throughout the cave. His fist was so heavy that that it caused her guard to slowly slip before she uses semblance on her shield to help her push against Anzo's fist. Anzo gives a growl of frustration as his fist glows brighter and brighter, increasing its weight, but Pyrrha fought back with every ounce of her strength, combining it with the newfound strength of her semblance. "W-what are you?!" Anzo asks with a groan.

Pyrrha looks the giant dead in the eyes and gives a small growl. "I'm a monster!" She screams pushing Anzo back with a burst of strength. With his fist still being extremely heavy, it rapidly falls to the ground. Due to the immense weight, a loud snap and a pop his heard as Anzo's arm pops out of its socket, causing the man to scream in pain as his aura fizzles away.

The giant Grimm lets out a war cry as it tries to peck at Pyrrha with its beak. She parries the blow, bashing the side of the goose's head with her shield, causing it to stumble into a wall with a thud. Pyrrha then rushes up to Anzo and grabs the pendant that he wore on his chest before sweeping his legs, causing the giant to fall on his back. He let's out a groan as he looks up, seeing his massive cleaver enveloped in a black aura floating directly above him. His eyes dilate in horror as he lets out a terrified scream before a large "THUD!" silences the scream. Pyrrha looks at the brutality that she inflicted on the man and snarls to herself. She's a monster. A monster of nothing but hate and vengeance. This is who she is now, and nothing will ever change that.

Before she had time to further recollect on who she is, the giant Grimm gives a loud honk as it starts running towards Pyrrha. The huntress, remembering the steel beams she saw earlier starts running out of the cave, the giant demonic goose chasing after her. The cave was empty, void of life as Pyrrha's steps echo throughout the cavern. The light of the sun shines through the cave entrance as Pyrrha gets closer to it. She turns around and looks up at the steel beams, enveloping them in a black aura. She brings her arms down, the steel beams repeating the motion as with a loud shrieking crack, they fall apart and fall on the giant Grimm. Rumbling is heard as the top of the cave starts to crumble from lack of support and rocks start to fall on the goose, the monster roaring in pain as it slows down.

Pyrrha was almost about to escape when three giant boulders start to fall in front of her. She takes out her rifle and quickly loads in explosive rounds, firing three consecutive shots at the boulders, blowing them up into smithereens. A small boulder falls in front of Pyrrha, who uses her shield to bash it away, the force from Pyrrha's blow causing it to shatter into pieces.

Pyrrha would soon find herself outside of the cave, panting heavily as she turns around and watches the cave collapse on itself, loud honks and cries coming from the giant Grimm that was getting buried underneath the rubble. When the rumbling stopped and the dust settled, she sees the head of the goose Grimm thrashing wildly as it tries to break free. Pyrrha shifts her rifle into a spear and walks up to the Grimm. She looks at it with cold emotionless eyes before thrusting the spear tip right between the eyes of the Grimm, giving it a quick end to it's life as it fades away into black dust.

Pyrrha gives a deep sigh as she sits down on the ground for a brief moment to catch her breath. She sees a drop of blood fall onto her skirt as she remembers the wound she suffered from earlier. Tearing off a piece of the cloak she had on, she reaches into her sack and pulls out a canteen filled with water, dabbing the fabric in water before moving up to wash away the dried blood on her face. She takes out her scroll and opens up the camera function to serve as a mirror. The wound was all cleaned and has already healed into a scar thanks to her aura. She gently runs her finger across the scar and gives a small sigh, closing her eyes. She's alive for now, but she needs to keep a better eye on her surroundings next time. When she would open her eyes, for a brief moment she sees a reflection of herself back when she attended Beacon. She glares at the youthful and innocent reflection before forcefully closing her scroll and swiftly putting it away. She gets up, puts her hood over her head and starts to head back to the town that she was at earlier. On the bright side, the scar on her face will make her a bit harder to recognize.

Once she was back in town, she goes to the local police station and barges in. She places the wanted poster and Anzo's pendant on the desk in front of the clerk. "They're all dead. They won't be bothering you anymore." She muttered.

The poor young clerk was startled by Pyrrha's sudden appearance. He picks up the pendant with trembling hands before running through a door that was to the left of the desk. After a few moments, the clerk returns with an older mustached man following him, holding the pendant. "Is it true? You really killed Anzo and the Blunderbore Bandits?" He asked in disbelief. Pyrrha gives a silent nod as she waits impatiently for her reward. The police chief had no reason to not believe in this mysterious huntress that reeked of blood and rubble. He pulls out a large bag of Lien and puts it in front of Pyrrha. "Here you go. 500,000 Lien. I… thank you for taking care of them. They've been terrorizing us for years." He thanks with a bow.

Pyrrha grabs the bag with a firm grip and looks at the police chief. "It's nothing. You can sleep peacefully now." She said as she starts to leave the station.

"Ma'am wait! Please tell us your name so we know who to properly thank." The police chief calls out, causing Pyrrha to pause in place.

Pyrrha turns around to look at the older man. "You may call me Vindicta." She said before leaving the station.

The shattered moon of Remnant was rising into the sky as Pyrrha heads into the tavern she was at earlier. Walking up to the barkeeper, she slams one hundred Lien in front of him. "A room for the night please." She asked.

The bartender is surprised to see that Pyrrha was in fact still alive and assumed that she was able to find victory in overcoming Anzo and his goons. "Keep your money. It's on the house. You actually survived and killed Anzo, a huntress like that deserves to be treated." He said with a smile, pushing the Lien back towards Pyrrha. With a grumble Pyrrha takes the cash with a firm grip and puts it back in her bag. "May I interest you in a drink ma'am?" He asks, taking out a bottle of what appeared to be whiskey for Pyrrha.

"I'm eighteen." Pyrrha responded flatly, answering the bartender's question.

"Oh… how about some water then?" He asks. Pyrrha nods her head and soon the bartender fills up a glass with water and gives Pyrrha the key to her room. "Here you go. Your room is 208 which is upstairs. Have a nice night." He said with a smile.

Pyrrha grabbed the glass of water and quickly downs the cold liquid, giving small, refreshed sigh. "Thank you and uh… you too." She said a bit awkwardly as she grabbed the key and heads up the stairs.

Once Pyrrha was in her room, she quickly locks the door and disrobes herself. The first thing she's going to do is take a long relaxing shower. Stepping into the bathroom, she turns the nozzle for the shower and quickly steps in, allowing the hot water to splash over her muscular form. She rests her head and forearm against the wall of the shower as the water continues to rain down on her. She takes a deep sigh, wondering to herself if this is what she should really be doing. She nods her head and gently slams against the wall. This is what she should be doing, she knows it. Her fate is to become a murderous monster that lives from town to town until her lust for revenge is finally satisfied. As long as Cinder is still alive, her rage will continue to burn inside her soul. Pyrrha would quickly finish washing herself before putting on undergarments and Jaune's hoodie, quickly getting into bed to fall asleep and have another nightmare.

The next day Pyrrha would leave the town at the crack of dawn to continue her journey to who knows where. As she made her way through the Vale countryside, she would hear the loud sound of rushing water nearby. As she continues down the trail, the sound would get louder and louder until she finds herself at the edge of a cliff, a wooden rope bridge connecting it to the other side. There was a massive waterfall behind the flimsy bridge, as a small fog covers most of the bridge, preventing Pyrrha from being able to see the other side. She tugs on her hood, not trusting the stability of the bridge but knows that she needs to cross it. She steps onto the first wooden plank, the creaking of the wood getting muffled by the waterfall.

Pyrrha would start crossing the bridge, being careful to make sure that the bridge stayed in one piece. As she crosses the bridge, Pyrrha would see another cloaked figure crossing the bridge as well. The figure appeared to be significantly shorter than herself but walks with a form of eloquence and grace. Pyrrha gives the figure an intense glare, getting a bad feeling from them as she crosses the bridge. The two cloaked figures would soon walk past each other before pausing in the middle of the bridge. Pyrrha's nose twitches as she picked up an all too familiar smell of iron. Not trusting this mysterious person, feeling that they may attack at a moments notice, she reaches behind her for Milo and Akouo. She slightly turns her head towards the mysterious figure. "You reek of blood." She told the stranger. One single tap can be heard from the figure, as they remain silent. The two figures frozen back to back, waiting patiently for one of them to strike.