Rogue Huntsman
Interference
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Night fell far too slowly tonight.
The stars were high and on show, scattering across the sky in nebulas of far-reaching systems that did nothing but taunt you with the tantalizing promises of purity and light.
As if a passing asteroid could ever grant you that in the first place.
Nobody should possess the ability to tamper with time. But lo and behold, the universe found it funny to let any and all look back in time as they gaze up into a starry sky.
Way to go.
Not a cloud in the sky tonight. Maybe it was the storm, maybe it was the universe giving me a break, but I knew it was nothing short of the prior.
Like hell the universe would ever give me a break.
I stepped up onto the curb of the sidewalk and followed through with a minor step up to the rooftop of a nearby storage building. 20 meters high, enough room to store crates and cargo from incoming and outgoing ships.
I thought we would've abandoned sea voyages by now, but it's still popular among the masses. It was efficient.
You expended less fuel while carrying more cargo on an oceanic vessel as opposed to an airborne vehicle. It was smart, or at least somewhat so.
Either way, I was on the roof of a warehouse building now on the southern end of Vale's docks.
The kitten and the monkey were on a roof across the way, but it seemed her 'friends' actually managed to find her. Their focus was far too narrowed and tunneled to even glance my black from across the entirety of the docks, yet I could see them so clearly.
Pyrrha was with them, undoubtedly to help but in vain. Jaune was just the luggage she dragged along with her to watch over, care for, and make sure it never got lost somewhere down the line. The two I talked to earlier, Ren and Nora, they were up there too.
That just left the rest of team RWBY and… something made of metal.
Yang and Weiss were across the rooftop, all of them having spread out across a building or two, but nowhere near an even remotely effective formation to monitor an entire docking field.
Ruby and an orange-haired robot stood side by side in the shadows of their own building, a thin, winding tension twining through the one made of metal as I caught her gaze headed my way.
How quaint… she could see me, but not the others.
Eyes of emerald green locked with mine and the hamster in her mechanical brain uttered something through her lips.
The note brought Ruby's own widened eyes my way too.
Don't lump me in with your half-baked plans, little red. This isn't the place for children nor is it the place for an overreaching inventor's creation.
But none of that mattered, in the end.
He was here.
I turned my gaze to find a search light snap on as a bullhead crossed the water from the east, bursting a powerful jet of air across the concrete below as it drifted down and landed at the center of the docks.
Far too many eyes homed in on the opening bay doors of the grounded vessel, pistons releasing their seals as the back of the bullhead slowly opened and touched base with the ground.
Ah, there you are. Been a while… Roman.
There he was in all his eye-liner glory, bowler hat perfectly positioned atop his head of smoothly combed, orange hair. Some of it even neatly cascaded over his eye. His white suit was fashionably operable and his dress shoes showed off a shiny glint as he walked down the lowered bay door.
I see he brought his cane with him too… loaded to the brim with flares. He seemed confident he'd be fighting something tonight.
Next to him walked out a small squadron of White Fang members, six total, while to his right walked a lazy asshole I've seen before, blanketed in pitch black shadows… as per usual.
And he brought his lackey…
An intense golden aura festered inside the shadow of a teenager walking beside the person I wanted to contact. Black shaggy hair, reflective golden eyes, black baggy sweatpants and a cotton jacket of the same color sporting equally black fur trim.
He sported sneakers for footwear, meaning he was going to be mobile, especially from what I sensed from him. He had a pair of black falcon wings beneath his coat, and around his shoulders and torso was a bandolier of high caliber filled clips.
In his hands rested a heavily modified Barret M82 rifle, twenty-nine inches of pure barrel and chocked full of .50 caliber BMG rounds.
The 17-year-old kid was a sniper with military-grade experience and the track record to prove it. Rumors have circulated around a mercenary called the Shadow, never seen but capable of holding down or taking out any number of targets.
He was lethal up to 3 kilometers and has personally carried out missions for the cartel, mafia, Fang, hell even Atlas hired him a few times to take care of high-priority targets without a trace.
He was the Dark Angel of any mission with or without a clear goal, a guardian that never let anything live in his sights.
Intel says his greatest feat was taking out a high-ranking official in the heart of a Vacuan sandstorm across a distance of 3.1 kilometers. The kill took place in low-light-level conditions and beneath the mercy of hurricane level winds.
He was accurate, I'll give him that. His shot predictions were highly credited, but he couldn't shoot something that could catch one of his pathetic bullets between the teeth.
He knows that too… he was hired to kill me once.
Kyzal Drave… a mercenary for hire. It was the one mission he failed, but his backers knew it wouldn't succeed. They were just interested in testing me.
Too bad Anoel already knew about the hit and tipped off the local militia about the location of those who placed the target on my head.
Kyzal didn't return to any buyers that night.
"Alright, grab the cables. Let's get this done quick and painless," Roman called out, ushering the Fang members away before turning a glance back to his golden-eyed angel, "This is a big but simple job, kid. Just go find a perch somewhere and keep me posted."
Within that moment, the kid's body wrapped itself in his own shadow and he disappeared.
His semblance was what made him so untraceable… the ability to manipulate shadows. I felt his presence disappear from the concrete below and reappear inside the shadow of a nearby rooftop, three down from mine.
Roman's little golden eye, so much for the plan RWBY and JNPR cooked up. They were probably just here to scout out who was coming.
I doubted they'd try anyth-
Oh, well isn't she ambitious…
"Blake! What are you doing?!" Suni hissed, scrambling to the ledge as her raven-haired friend leapt down.
Blake landed in a silent roll on the concrete below, letting her legs quietly carry her forward behind a towering line of crates as she made her way closer to the landing party of Fang members. She rushed to the blind spot of the bullhead at the dock's center before swiftly slipping around its hull and dashing out, drawing her blade along the way.
"Nobody move!"
Razor-sharp steel pressed coldly to Roman's throat in the middle of him berating one of the Fang members for his incompetency with cables, Gambol Shroud's edge far too close for his aura to negate.
"Brothers of the White Fang! Why are you aiding this criminal scum?!" Blake called out, tearing her black bow from its ribbon atop her head.
Those who responded to her first cry immediately lowered their weapons, and those just tuning in only continued to stare at the sudden appearance of one of their own kind in confusion.
"Oh, kitten, didn't you get the memo?" Roman chided, chuckling against the pressure of the blade against his throat as he smiled, "The White Fang and I are going on a little joint business venture together."
Blake's eyes narrowed as she dug her blade into his skin, "And if I put a stop to your little operations, right here, right now?"
"Weeell," Roman let his voice reverberate as he released a lingering breath, "I wouldn't call it a little operation…"
Blake's ears twitched at the familiar sound of two more bullheads rolling in from the sea, shaking the air above them as she took a hesitant step back.
That was all Roman needed to pop the sights open at the end of his can and tilt it back, igniting a flair of Dust within his chamber and firing it into the ground between himself and the cat faunus at his back.
Smoke quickly engulfed them as a flash of burning red sent Blake flying, his aura letting the blaze harmlessly wrap around him before he patted down his suit and fixed his hat.
"I believe we have an unwanted guest," he informed, twisting his cane in his hands as he let the metal rod spin deftly around his hand. His gaze then turned to the Fang members in front of him, "You know what to do."
The other two bullheads touched down across the docks before him as he cracked a small smile, three more already on their way from their base of operations.
It would only take them another minute to arrive.
He did say this wasn't a little operation after all. They needed Dust.
And big old papa Schnee left him such a wonderful present out in the open… almost daring someone to take a little…
Or all of it.
"Kyzal, fire when ready, but don't kill the kid," Roman nodded up to his associate as he tapped his ear, "Our boss would be on my ass if the body of a Beacon student was found dead at the docks."
He knew there wasn't any time to hide a body in a place like this, let alone take it with them. That first explosion easily alerted the cops, and he was not going to let all this cargo go to waste.
What kind of grand thief would he be if he got caught halfway through a heist?
No… he wanted it. All of it.
And now, he was on a time constraint.
I slipped my hands into my pockets as I made my way over to the ledge of my roof and took a seat.
This suddenly got interesting…
Blake had already recovered, making her way behind cover as her position was lit up by rifle-fire from the Fang members. Everybody else made their way down now as well, only leaving Ruby, Penny, and a hesitant-looking Weiss up on the high ground as the small girl in red aimed down the sights of her scythe.
A tiny little army versus Roman's sad excuse for a competent group of bodyguards...
It was a fight between a bunch of kids with their shiny toys and a bunch of delusional half-wits with two parts dumb and one part feral in their mindsets.
It was hardly worth any thought at all.
Not even-
My fingers clenched the cloth of my glove as I tore my hands from my pockets and planted them solidly on the ledge I watched from.
Someone else was here…
I turned my gaze sharply to the highest building closest to the city, its entire surface brimming with energy and teeming with electricity as I noticed a figure calmly looking down into the fray below.
What the hell was an Affinity User doing at the docks?
Blake fell back, retreating to the sanctuary of a wall of metal containers as she pressed herself against one of them and unfolded her gun.
Her amber eyes tightly glanced around the container's corner as she peered toward the Fang members opening fire on her, bullets clanking off the metal in front of her and digging into the ground and containers behind her.
Damn it! He was right there… I had him…
Those twin orbs narrowed before a sharp crack of a rifle descended from a rooftop far above, the corner just above her ears ripping apart as shards of metal shattered in a rattling clang.
She immediately pulled back as a healthy chunk from the metal container fell to the ground in pieces.
And now that shadowed kid she saw earlier was firing at her too… great! Just great!
She was so confused and angry. Why on Remnant was the White Fang, the very group she's trusted for so long but left so suddenly, working with a human? They've never trusted humans before.
That was one of the first lessons Adam ever forced onto her. He hated them more than anyone else.
And here he was… allying himself with one of them?!
She growled as she moved to the other side of the container, stepping over to its corner to take another peak. But before she could, the rifle in the distance cracked and sent another round deep into the shattering concrete of where she was about to step up to, right at the corner.
How does he… Her eyes widened. Did he… know she'd go to the other side? Or… could he sense her…
She didn't have time to figure that out as the consistent barrage of gunfire came to a sudden halt. The Fang members stopped firing.
Why?
She bit her lip and dove into a roll, throwing herself unpredictably out from cover to take a quick glance out into the combat as she slipped between crates.
"Alley-oop!" Yang called out as she took a Fang member by the horns and kneed him in the stomach, crunching the guy over her leg before she raised him up and slammed her fist into his chin.
She sent the combatant into the night sky just as Nora sailed through the air and connected the flat end of her hammer into the White Fang member's gut, brutally batting the faunas across the length of the docking yard and careening him into a far wall of containers.
"Nice layup!" Nora cheered, landing in a low crouch as Ren used her back as a stepping stone.
The green-clad teen flipped through the air as his streak of pink trailed behind him inside his mane of raven locks, firing a quick burst from his pistols to push back an encroaching circle of Fang members.
"Those two bullheads dropped off reinforcements!" Suni called out, dropping down from one of the crates as she landed sneakers first into the face of one of their enemies.
"More things to punch," Yang replied, slamming her knuckles together as she cracked her neck, "Let's just let em ha-"
Her words caught in her throat as a sharp crack of a rifle rattled the containers around them and slipped a gleaming bullet by her left arm, hot metal grazing her skin and aura.
"Sniper, be wary!" Pyrrha's voice called out as Jaune's frame flopped and barely rolled into the space Yang and Ren occupied. Pyrrha's form followed up soon enough as she dropped down into a defensive stance in front of Yang, shield raised and eyes staring up to the rooftop in the distance.
"We need someone to challenge him," Jaune muttered out, pulling his shield up into an unbalanced stance as he took up his position next to his partner.
Nora was busy bashing skulls and taking names as she performed an elegant ballet routine within the scattered ranks of the White Fang members that once surrounded the teens.
It was a beautiful dance of smashing, crushing, and laughing.
"Sorta figured that, but all it means is that we need to be careful," Yang replied, shaking the shock out of her eyes as she charged forward.
"You call that careful?!" Jaune called after her.
"He hasn't killed us yet, hasn't he?! It looks like he's just a bad shot!"
"That doesn't mean he won't-" Jaune was cut off as a bullet met his shield, destroying his already horrendous balance and sending him stumbling backward, "What the… what the hell was that bullet made of?!"
A sharp reverberation shot up his arm in a throbbing, numbing pang as he dropped his shield, quickly moving to pick it up before another crack sounded out and connected with his shield again.
His poor piece of defensive equipment was sent skidding across the docks.
"N-no! Crocea!" the blonde knight rushed after his beautiful shield, only for it to get struck again and suddenly change direction as soon as he reached it.
"I don't think his aim is anywhere near poor," Ren quietly realized, his pistols lowering as Yang joined the fray.
"No, if anything, he's more precise than any of us know," Pyrrha replied, worriedly watching as Jaune rushed around the Docks, chasing after his runaway shield as he stumbled in and out of gunfire and swinging blades.
It was almost comical… if she wasn't so worried.
"Why would he give his sniper an order not to kill us while letting the White Fang fire freely?" Ren asked skeptically, eyeing the rooftop in the distance to keep a watchful gaze on their adversary up top.
"I know nothing for certain, but I believe it has something to do with a difference in skill," Pyrrha offered.
Ren's gaze quickly turned to her, "You mean… he expects his White Fang members to lose? While he knows his sniper can ensure a lethal kill?"
Pyrrha's eyes only winced as she nodded, "He doesn't seem to put much faith in the Fang."
Her revelation was met with another crack of a bullet, Kyzal having time out of his few minutes of playing with the Arc below to send a bullet into Pyrrha's own shield.
The force connected and dispersed as Pyrrha shouldered the impact, planting her grieves into the concrete below to spread the kinetic energy through her body.
It was dead center… and it happened so quickly… The firing on Jaune's shield didn't so much as falter in the time he took to switch targets, turn, and fire at her before returning to Jaune.
"I don't like this…" Pyrrha muttered, giving Jaune a careful glance before she leaned forward and ran into the battle.
Ren didn't like this either, but he followed suit.
Stopping this robbery was going to be… difficult.
Ruby tilted her sights up to the individual in the shadows diagonally across the buildings over the battlefield below. She fixed the black-haired teen in the distance into the crosshairs of her scope before lowering her barrel and aiming for his arm.
She didn't want to kill him… she just wanted him to stop firing down on her friends below. Those were her teammates.
She wasn't about to let someone keep hurting them.
A small breath left her lips as she exhaled, steadying her arms before pulling the trigger. Air swept itself aside as a concussive blast rang out from her position, firing her fire-clad bullet across the way as she watched her target's eyes suddenly snap up to where she stood.
And then he disappeared… completely.
"W-what?!"
Ruby searched the rooftop he was residing on for any sign of him, but he was gone. His form had suddenly gone dark and disappeared completely.
Another crack of a powerful rifle sounded out and Ruby flinched, a sharp pain rushing up her arm as her Crescent Rose was torn from her grasp. Her shoulder gave out as a bullet drilled into the hardened side of her beloved weapon's frame.
"No!" she burst after her rifle in a bout of speed and caught it before it toppled over the edge of the roof, her whole body teetering over the edge now.
"Ruby! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Penny asked behind her, a solid tug pulling the reaper back onto the roof by the end of her cloak.
Ruby's feet stumbled her backward as Penny checked her over, scanning her arm for any injuries before taking Ruby's shoulders and meeting her eyes.
"Does anything hurt?"
"I-I'm fine, Penny. Really, all good," Ruby breathed out, a dull soreness in her arms but fine nonetheless.
Her own silver eyes quickly turned to her weapon and checked it over… the additional armor Arex forged into her weapon's shell was able to disperse the energy evenly across the weapon, despite all the moving parts encapsulated within it.
She grazed her fingers over where the bullet struck and felt its surface… finding it to be unscratched and smooth.
All of her own worries faded away as she realized her weapon was undamaged.
"Ruby, who are these people?" Penny eventually asked, caring eyes staring into the reaper's own in blank confusion.
"They're-" Ruby took in another breath, letting her weapon fall to her side as she burdened its comfortable weight, "They're not nice people, Penny. They kill, they steal, they cheat, and they want to steal all the Dust here at the docks tonight. We weren't sure if the Fang would be involved, but this confirms it. Blake needed to… to see this."
"Why would she need to see something like this?"
"She needed to convince herself that this wasn't the White Fang… but she ended up being wrong, and now she's in danger down there."
"You said Blake was your friend earlier, but you also said it was complicated. Do you care for Blake?" Penny asked, bringing the younger girl's gaze back to her.
"S-she's my teammate and my friend. Of course I care for her."
Penny's grip loosened from Ruby's arms as the ginger nodded softly, "I understand what I must do, then."
"Penny, wait. What must you do?" Ruby asked quickly, stepping forward as Penny turned away and made her way over to the edge of the building.
"I must protect Ruby and her friends," the girl replied simply, stepping up onto the ledge as three more bullheads passed overhead from the darkness of the ocean.
Blinding lights streaked down from the sky as the aircrafts circled above, the revving of steel barrels rotating to life sounding down to them and the combatants below.
"P-penny?"
Penny raised her arms and leaned forward, panels in her backpack opening to unlatch nine blades from within its compartment as she gave Ruby a nod and a smile.
"Do not worry, Ruby. I'm combat ready."
Penny's simple statement sealed itself away within Ruby's confusion as the girl's backpack closed and the ginger-haired girl dropped off the rooftop in front of her.
Penny…
All three bullheads opened fire on the students below, scattering them across the docks as the downed White Fang members on the ground slowly began to recover.
They couldn't fire down on Roman's position to help him, but he was holding his own against Blake and Suni as they pressed an advance against him.
Instead, the three vessels continued to circle and bury salvos of golden streams of bullets into the pavement of the docks at the students around the scene.
Ren and Nora took cover immediately, Jaune and Pyrrha quickly following as everyone skid across the concrete of the docks and dodged whatever hellfire that rained down from above.
Yang wanted to help her partner face Roman, but her path was torn apart by a shower of golden bullets, shards of stone fragmenting before her eyes as she buried her boots into the ground and turned around.
Blake… you better be okay… She took off for cover as the bullets chased her tail.
She was halfway to the containers before another stream of bullets tore into the ground in front of her, forcing her into a tight turn to just barely dodge the two streams of blazing metal.
"Shit!" two rounds clipped her shoulder as she stumbled away from the ruined pavement, clenching through the sharp pain as her aura worked to heal her fresh wounds.
She was running away from the cover now… heading toward the water of the docks.
"Not good, not good, not good!" Yang spat out in a chant, tilting toward her right only to meet the cracking of stone and the blaze of the second trail of bullets.
Her left side was met with the same fate.
She could only keep running, and she was quickly running out of docks to even run on.
Her mind cursed up a storm as she growled and picked up pace, running all the harder as the bullets clipped her feet and the sound of rushing waves graced her ears.
"Penny!"
Yang heard her sister's cry from above her before she snapped her gaze up to the rooftop she was rushing by.
Ruby stood at the edge of the roof, silver gaze cast somewhere below and behind her as the blonde kept running. But as soon as Ruby called out, the chains of bullets cascading down around her suddenly stopped and the blonde brawler was finally able to skid to a halt.
"Ruby, what are you-"
Her voice was drowned out as all three bullheads turned and opened fire on a young girl at the base of the building directly below Ruby.
Three streams of blazing bullets melted into one as they crashed down into the ginger-haired girl Yang met earlier, the blonde's eyes widening as her whole body locked up.
A musty dust cloud swept up around the destruction, the three bullheads letting their machine guns rev back down as two of them turned away…
Only for the central one to open fire again.
Rapidly spinning blades whirred where Penny stood, crashing through and scattering bullets into the building and the ground behind and around the small girl's frame as she dispersed another hail of bullets sent her way again.
Dust swept back into the air as she stepped forward, pushing her spinning blades into the barrage of bullets before she dipped down and entered a dead sprint ahead of her.
"Tango! Six o'clock!"
A group of Fang members suddenly turned toward Penny as she dashed out of her cloud of dust, slipping beneath the stream of bullets and under her spinning swords before her blades trailed behind her in wing formation.
"Light her up!" one of them yelled, opening fire only for his bullets to glance off one of Penny's passing swords.
For every bullet, Penny slipped a blade in front of her form to dispatch. She didn't need to worry about small nuisances like that.
She was programmed to run through these kinds of calculations at speeds far faster and far more vast than the human mind could ever comprehend.
Penny slipped around the encroaching wall of bullets with ease as she tore into the projectiles with her blades and flipped into the air, drawing up all of her blades with a simple raise of an arm before she twirled and sent them all brutally crashing through the group of White Fang soldiers at her mercy.
She quietly fell back to the ground as the group of bodies rained down behind her, stilling against the cold concrete of the docks as she turned to the bullhead in the sky and brought her blades back to her front.
Its guns were reloading, something that she calculated to take another 13.87 seconds to accomplish.
She only needed 9.
Penny tightened her strings into a tight formation and rotated her blades in front of her, drawing on the aura pulsating within her reserves as she extended her arms in front of herself. Two small shoes planted deeply into the ground as she focused and accelerated the speed of her rotating blades.
The speed of her swords created a seamless magnetic field as she let her weapons become a capsule for her energy to rush into.
It was the perfect conduit… and she flooded it with volatile, green energy as a powerful green light began to fester between the quick rotations of her black, shining blades.
The dullness of the night around her slowly faded away as her energy stabilized and began to grow, burning brighter and brighter as she channeled more aura into her attack before she brought her arms forward and-
A crack of a rifle broke through the air and knocked one of her blades aside, breaking her containment field for her energy.
Her move suddenly collapsed in on itself and imploded, emerald eyes widening as the girl was engulfed in a combustive explosion of her own making.
Another cloud of dust whipped up, veiling the girl within… until her frame was seen careening out from the back end of the cloud and soon crashed into the brick wall of the building she dropped from.
13.87 seconds had passed…
The bullhead lowered and dispersed the cloud of dust, setting its sights back on Penny embedded deeply into the wall behind her as crumbling stones cascaded around her.
Those barrels at its armored sides suddenly revved to life as it began to heat up its guns, only for a blaze of blonde hair to dash into its line of fire and skid to a stop in front of their intended target.
Violent, angry crimson eyes stared back at the gunners in the bullhead as Yang Xiao Long entered their view.
Yellow hair blazed in wisps of burning energy, shining gauntlets were held up in a tight, guarded stance as her entire being almost seemed to scream its presence and its immovability.
The gunners in the bullhead only shrugged and opened fire.
A new hail of bullets dug into Yang's shoulders, stomach, torso, and legs as she glanced some of the storm off to the side with her golden gauntlets. The girl protected her chest and face most of all, letting her body take the brunt of the guns before she let out a guttural growl.
Her hair blazed white in a flash as her eyes flashed red, the rushing hail of bullets raining down on her suddenly shattering as her surroundings whited out in a rush of fading color.
Yang tucked back and dug her feet deep into the ground, burying both boots several inches into the concrete at her feet before she slammed her fist into the ground and bit through her torrents of pain… blood dripping from her lips.
The blaze around her melted the following encroachment of bullets before the projectiles could even reach her, and just as those gunners slowly stopped firing… Yang released a slow, pent up breath and screamed.
She kicked up from the ground in a blast of rupturing concrete and brought back her fist, crimson eyes trailing in a vengeful light as the pilot of the bullhead suddenly squeaked and pulled back, attempting to get out of the girl's way-
But only succeeded in pulling back for half a second before Yang's molten fist surged forward and crushed the hull of the bullhead's entire nose.
Glass, metal, and engines all crumpled and shattered as Yang pushed forward with all the strength and momentum she had as she discharged every last morsel of force she built up from eating that hail of bullets for so long.
Engines sputtered and died in mere fractions of a second as Yang's proportionally small form sent the hulking, armored vessel spinning and hurling away with a concussive blast. Pressure ripped through the air in a passing wave as the entire ship hurdled violently to the edge of the docks and crashed into the dark waters beyond its end.
"Yang!" Ruby watched her sister's form grow limp as she fell from the sky, immediately holstering her compacted scythe before kicking forward and dashing into her semblance's speedy pull.
She flashed forward in a blurred line before reforming just beneath Yang, the elder sister falling heavily into her arms before she dashed down and killed their momentum just above the ground.
I made my way across the edge of my building as all the squabbling went down below me.
My senses were leading me in the direction of a small, suppressed manifestation of dark energy. He was keeping himself hidden quite well while firing from varying positions across the several rooftops of the surround buildings of the docks.
It seems Kyzal had quite the trick up his sleeve… capable of switching from shadow to shadow in the blink of an eye.
I slipped down from my high ledge and landed silently onto the next rooftop, taking a single step forward before I reached out and plugged my finger into the barrel of a suddenly appearing Barret M82.
His next predicted spot to shadow warp to.
Two golden eyes suddenly widened in the shadows before me just as his trigger was pulled, bullet crashing harmlessly against the finger I stuffed his weapon with as I tilted my hat to him.
"Kyzal," I stated simply, my other hand taking a tight grip of his barrel.
"Niro… what are you doing here?" Kyzal asked, taking his finger off the trigger and appearing fully from the shadows.
"I needed to make a small… proposition, to your employer," I replied, taking my hands off his weapon after he took his finger off its trigger.
He knew when he was beaten.
"Be my guest."
The falcon sat himself down and rested his rifle at his side, giving me that bored, yet subtly intrigued expression I knew him most familiarly by.
"Thanks, I'll make this quick," I returned before stepping away from him, silently dropping over the edge of the building a moment later.
I had some business of my own to conduct.
This was the first time I actually wrote in any point of view outside of my main team of OC's. In a way, I allowed this because Niro was present and his senses extend far further than anyone else in the story.
So, he's able to pick up every piece of dialogue and see/feel every action done.
But of course, I also did it for the readability. I'm not sure how often I'll stray from my characters, but I wanted to make sure this setting was laid nicely out for all you instead of Niro just staring in boredom the whole time.
Anyway, let me know what you thought of the chapter! I need to know how I did, you know.
And whether or not it was enjoyable too.
Did you like Kyzal?
Also, I didn't quite focus on Roman's fight with Suni and Blake. That basically went more or less down the same way as it did in the show.
You didn't have to see that all over again. Oh? What was that? You wondering why Sun's different?
For now, Favorite and Follow.
I look forward to seeing REVIEWS for this. You'll be introduced to a LOT of concepts of mine. Feel free to give me your thoughts.
Cya XP