Stressful exams, rising tensions, and the possibility of Combat class being cancelled for the foreseeable future - due to that the last CC teacher having had a broken arm, and as such couldn't properly referee any matches. As such, there was no access, currently, to the arena without going through Ozpin. And considering - at the very least - Tai's habit for destruction, if not the whole team's, he was unlikely to allow STRQ onto school grounds, let alone into the arena.

The school likely couldn't deal with the repair bills right now.

All of this culminated in a pair of very stressed huntsmen-in-training.

So Raven and Tai-Yang, for once, were of the same mind: they needed to release some rage. And where better than the Emerald Forest, a well-known spot for Grimm/punching bags?

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This, decidedly, did NOT go to plan.

The Grimm were especially vicious tonight, no doubt thanks to their less than positive attitudes and emotions. They were probably a beacon for the Grimm.

They came from all sides; left, right, up, from the skies, and even through the ground. They were in a large clearing, back-to-back, surrounded by Beowolves, Ursai - no doubt more in the shadows - and they were exhausted. Tai's hammer was in pieces, his fire dimming on his fists. Raven was panting, exhausted, and too tired to use her semblance as an escape. They were trapped.

They were, in a word, screwed.

With a harrowing cry, the Grimm surrounding them charged. As the two trainees braced themselves, however, a blur of grey cut through and decimated the first wave of Grimm. The rest screeched to a halt, just a confused as their would-be victims.

A figure - decidedly female, judging from the mass of flowing, unruly grey hair - stepped out into the clearing, their face hidden by a large, wide-brimmed hat.

They were strapped in dusted leather, a tattered old cloak flowing behind her - she looked as if she had just stepped out of the harsh deserts surrounding Vacuo.

They stared down the beasts, and the Grimm - eternal creatures of literal fear and pain - slowly began to back away; afraid of her, Raven realised.

Fear was afraid.

She turned towards them, revealing a pair of molten eyes, and they tensed, readying themselves. They didn't know who this was, and they sure as hell didn't trust them.

She chuckled at this, and cracked her own, a large, serrated (if the cruel dragon-teeth that lined one side could class as petty serration)... club? and spoke.

"Afraid? Good. You should be fearful of what you don't understand. After all, without a little fear in our hearts, we're little more than beasts ourselves. " She pivoted, a fire in her eyes, "Now, it's time to put down some dogs."

Without another word, the figure dashed towards the Grimm, and Hunted.

A skull bashed in here, a spine ripped apart there - a swirling storm of death and violence.

The black-stained streak of grey that was her weapon was seemingly everywhere at once, it's bulky appearance deceiving of it's speed, range and power.

There was no hesitation in her movements, as she smashed through the Grimm, confident in purpose and mind. The chunking of the metal as she swung, every cry of rage-filled joy with each successful kill, coalesced into a display of brutality and terror.

Tai and Raven were in awe of the scene of mad glee before them. They didn't dare move, for fear of being accidentally struck down by the living carnage before them.

A roar sounded from the treeline, as an Ursa Major the height of a truck - maybe 20 or 30 years of age, and an experienced predator - leaped into the clearing, the earth grumbling below them, eager for blood.

The woman - no, the demon - let out a howl of her own, staggering the Grimm around her. She dashed towards the clear leader of the hoard, a toothy grin forming in anticipation. She dashed betewwn the Major's attacks, waiting for something.

There. A large overhead swing, easy to predict, intending to take off her head. She let it swing it's course. The trainees behind her stood frozen in fear, knowing that she couldn't get out of the swing.

But neither could the Ursa. As the swing neared her, a thundering shot sounded out through the clearing. A trail of smoke lead from her arm - a heavy-hitting blunderbuss, not unlike their new Professor's.

The Ursa staggered back, and fell to it's knees, where the Hunter took her advantage, ramming her hand inside of it's head, before clawing out it's skull, killing it instantaneously.

The surrounding Grimm scrambled to flee - their pack leader dead, and with it their insensitive to fight.

The woman turned towards them, a sadistic glee still prevalent in her face. She spoke, a warning in her voice, "You would do well not to speak to Ozpin. He may not take too kindly to... any of this." her eyes sharpened "and neither will I if I hear you tellin' stories."

With her threat hanging in the air, she pivoted, letting out a deep roar, and dashed after the fleeing beasts, stomping into the night, leaving the them alone.

They never confronted Ozpin about who - or what - they saw, and decided to keep it that way.

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To everyone who reads this fic: Thanks for reading, and don't expect consistency in uploads. It's going into exam season/time/thing, so my creativity is also at a low. I'll upload if I can/have anything to upload, but expect about a chapter a month, maybe more if I have a flash of ideas. Not sure where to take this story, so feel free to leave suggestions!

Also, I updated the last chapter. Grammar errors and such.

Cheers all - Wrath