RAVN
Gold Trailer
The door burst open, and a young man swaggered into the train station without a care in the world. Heads turned to the figure sauntering toward the counter, and eventual whispers of 'faunus' started to ring through the air. The young man scoffed, uncaring of their opinions.
He was proud of his heritage.
The whispers about his gaudy appearance, on the other hand, made him growl fiercely at them, making them turn away, not wanting to be the cause of a confrontation.
The young man was Nefartem Gild, a lion faunus as evidenced by his long golden mane and round lion ears. His mane framed his dark-skinned, fine featured golden eyed face. He wore a pristine white vest over his bare chest, with golden embroidery on the hemlines. On his lower body he wore white pants, and attached to his waist by a white leather belt was a white ankle-length open skirt with gold embroidery on the hem, and a water lily embroidered on the back in gold. On his feet he wore white leather sandal boots, with an ornate white and gold leather shin guard.
Across his collarbones he wore a thick gold necklace with an oval shaped opal gemstone at the front, along with a white cord necklace that fell down to his chest with a gold lion paw pendant. Gold bangles decorated his forearms, and yellow, white and blue gold rings decorated several of his fingers.
Lastly, grasped in his right hand was a white-steel briefcase with ornate gold plating.
Coming to the counter, he slapped a few lien cards down, smiled his best lady-killer smile and said "one ticket to Vale if you would please, my lovely desert flower?"
The woman at the counter stared at the garish looking man for a moment with a deadpanned expression before responding, "the train for Vale just left."
At that Nefartem lost his thin veneer of cool and slapped his hands on the counter and shouted "What!? But I'm sure I got here on time, why did the train leave already!"
The woman shrugged and said in a bored tone "the last train to Vale was bought out by some Schnee company executive, so the train left a while ago loaded up with Dust. There's another train scheduled for Vale in a few hours, but it has yet to arrive. So if you'd like to wait in the lobby, please do so." She finished, handing him a ticket, which he took with a sigh.
"I so despise traveling by train," the faunus said to himself, moving to leave the station and get something to eat, "so filthy."
Ignoring the whispers again, he left the station behind and sauntered down the sidewalk to the nearest food stand. "Schnee, huh?" he said with a sneer, shaking his head in disgust at the inconsideration the company showed to the little folk.
His eye was drawn to the tree line where he saw a flash of white, and saw the unmistakable uniform of the White Fang.
Looking down at his train ticket, he sighed before putting it in his pocket and running off after the masked men.
"Alright rookies," the lieutenant started addressing his subordinates, a group of White Fang recruits, "Taurus and Belladonna are on the train, so now our job is done." He took out his scroll and opened it, "our job now is to regroup with-" he was cut off by a bullet entering into the back of his neck. Had he been aware of the oncoming projectile and focusing his aura, he might have been able to stop it, but as it was, it entered his flesh unmolested, severing his spine.
The White Fang grunts gasped at the sudden spray of blood as the lieutenant fell to the ground, they drew their weapons and looked around, wary of another sniper shot. None came, as a lion faunus dressed in a garish white and gold ensemble came out of the treeline, a long barrel and handle coming out of either end of a briefcase.
Nefartem pressed a sequence of buttons on top of his briefcase, and the long barrel collapsed in on itself and withdrew into the weapon, being replaced by two short barrels before he opened fire with the machine gun.
The White Fang grunts scrambled out of the way of the barrage of bullets, with only a few of them falling. The barrage stopped when one of the masked faunus shot at Nefartem with his rifle, prompting the unmasked faunus to dodge.
The lack of gunfire giving the grunts some breathing room, they started to close in on the lion. Nefartem smirked and shifted his weapon again, the short dual barrels being replaced by a single wide one which shot out a single purplish-black Dust crystal.
The crystal exploded on contact with the ground, exploding into a nonlethal gravity well, drawing the White Fang members toward the center. The gravity well was nonlethal as it was, but with yet another switch, Nefartem's briefcase became a fire Dust fueled grenade launcher. He shot a fire grenade at the center of the gravity field, taking out the majority of his enemies with the explosion.
A single bullet shot toward him and he sidestepped it with a smirk, but his movement made one side of his vest flap in the air beside him, and then the bullet punched a hole in his vest making his world stop.
His heart thudding in his ears, he craned his neck down to look at his vest. There, a few inches from the corner, there was a bullet hole with singed edges.
"You..." Nefartem said under his breath, and the remaining three White Fang grunts across from him craned their necks to hear him "what?"
"You bastards..." the lion said through gritted teeth, and the girl who shot his vest lowered her longsword-rifle and looked at him warily.
"You bastards ruined my outfit!" Nefartem shouted finally with tears in his eyes. The masked faunus sweatdropped as one and said "huh?"
"Do you have any idea how long it will take me to make a new vest!"
They couldn't believe this was happening. Their leader was dead and their forces were decimated, and all by this loser. "Why cant you just patch up the hole?" the woman who shot him said, though this was evidently the wrong thing to say. "Just patch it up?" Nefartem said incredulously, "if I do patch it up, there will be obvious signs that it WAS patched up. You just don't understand fashion!"
This was too much for them to take, and the girl to the left shouted "fashion, that white and gold monstrosity!? Why don't you just march right down to a clothing store and get some new duds buddy, because I think your outfit is going to give me a brain aneurysm!"
Nefartem's left eye twitched in shock before he shouted in anger "alright that's enough!" Pressing a complex sequence of buttons on his briefcase, he grabbed it in both hands as it separated into two halves, covering his hands and forearms and becoming armored gauntlets with spikes on the knuckles.
He slammed his fists together, activating the lightning Dust chambers in the back of his hands and lightning began to arc between the spikes, turning them into shock gauntlets.
His adversaries took a collective step back. It was clear their opponent as a lunatic, so maybe it was a bad idea to push him over the edge. The woman held her longsword-rifle in both hands an preparation, and the man to her right readied his saber and pistol, while the girl to her left gulped and pointed her pistols at the lion faunus... who was no longer there.
The girl gasped in pain as the air was driven from her lungs by a gut punch from the shock gauntlet, the lightning arcs causing her muscles to convulse. Thus, she was helpless to the kick to her side that dropped her.
The woman swung her longsword toward his head, but he bent backwards and sent his still extended leg toward her feet in a sweep. She jumped over his legs, but was vulnerable to the metal fist that raced toward her face.
She was saved as her partner wrapped an arm around her midsection and pulled her out of the way, and with his other arm he stabbed at Nefartem with his saber.
The lion blocked the saber with his gauntlet and punched with the other, the force sending them both flying back, and the lightning keeping them both temporarily immobilized.
Whimpering, the White Fang girl tried to get back to her feet, but a single lightning enhanced backhand sent her back down.
The woman had a stronger constitution than her allies and was standing back up, albeit shakily. With a running start, he kicked her in the chin, and with her reeling back he kicked her in the pelvis with the same foot. With her disoriented and reeling, he unleashed a barrage of spinning kicks finished by a single forceful kick which sent her into the air, and going with his momentum he jumped and kicked her twice in the pelvis and the back of her shoulders, and kicked her one last time in the chest, sending her flying back unconscious.
Running toward the last enemy still conscious, he wound up for a knock-out punch but had to duck under a swipe of his saber. The saber swung down to cut him in half, but he dodged it, and the saber-wielder corrected himself and swung for his chest before twisting into a stab when he dodged.
Getting sick of this, he grabbed the mass-produced blade and shattered it with a squeeze before burying his shock gauntlet in the man's gut followed by a punch between his eyes.
Nefartem took a long breath to calm himself down before moving to collect the three to drag them to the authorities. But not before giving that girl a spanking for mocking his outfit.