Uh sorry, been awhile right? Sorry again, I got so busy and this kind of slipped my mind. I've actually had this chapter written for a while but forgot to post it. Anyway, I'll be trying to keep this going and get more updates out in the future. Please do leave comments I'm trying to improve as a writer and it really does help to motivate me. Also feel free to message me if you want to do that, I'm writing this because I want to become better... Anyway, I did promise a fight scene lets get to that.
Qrow had entered the darkened Mistralese tavern, he needed a drink. The place was a pretty clean at least by his standard, the bar itself was clean pure hardwood with black varnish. He'd been inside only twenty minutes and was already on fifth beer after several shots, he felt lost... Ozpin was gone, a bunch of kids depending on him to find a way to win. Raven wouldn't help, he didn't know if Oz was even alive, he heard the shut gently as another man entered in armor. Probably another huntsman in for a drink he looked capable even had a cape and hood, he looked impressive but look could be deceiving.
Spectre had just sat down, the bartender was cleaning up so it gave him a moment to figure out how he was gonna pay for a drink... He stared at the dark-haired man sitting at the bar with a strange weapon on his back. Spectre stared not thinking as he scanned the man he looked like the images of Hunters during the collapse, minus the whole ruthless warlord stuff. He'd started to rise thinking he might ask the man about Mistral he looked well traveled.
That's when a woman kicked opened the door and a chill ran up Spectre's spine as the air seemed to actually chill even inside his sealed armor he could feel it. The man at the bar just cocked a half grin. "So the Ice Queen comes back for a rematch." The women advanced, a rapier in her hand her heels clicked with each step. She reminded Spectre of a Titan though perhaps not in her build in her sheer force she seemed to exert when Zavala entered a room you felt compelled to salute the same thing seemed to be in effect here.
"Qrow. I want to know what happened in Vale, what happened to Beacon from you." She spoke directly naming the raven-haired man, as the man Spectre had come to know as Qrow stood up turning to face properly pushing his hair back. "It's all in the report I gave your general... We don't know."
Winter clenched her weapon and took a breath. "Qrow... You and the general aren't telling me something. I. Want. To. know. Now.."
Qrow scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Ain't my place to tell Winter, now go back you little toy soldiers."
Winter flared her nostrils and rushed forward with speed even Spectre found impressive for what seemed to be a normal human. As they clashed he could see something akin to his shields flicker around them both, well that was interesting to know they weren't just stock humans. Qrow launched a kick knocking her back into a chair smashing it.
"Enough!" Yelled Spectre stepping between the two, fighting was one thing but you had to respect a bar, especially a nice one. "I don't care what the fight is about but take your quarrel outside, you are going to destroy this lovely bar."
"Yeah Winter listen to helmet hair here." He smiled spinning his blade, Winter had already been denied a chance to beat Qrow she wasn't going to be bossed around by some half-cocked mercenary thinking he was doing a good deed.
"Move!" She spoke standing up producing her short sword from her rapier as she glared at Qrow over Spectre's shoulder. "Or you will be moved sellsword."
Qrow started to step forward when Spectre placed a hand to ward him off. "Take it outside." He spoke in a commanding tone. "Or swear I'm going to beat both your asses to a soundtrack."
Spectre decided it would be best to play it tough and try to force them to do it, at least he figured that's how Shara would do it and the Titan seemed to be able to make people back down.
Qrow and Winter both paused then broke into laughter, Qrow spoke first. "Some no-name Merc in fancy armor is gonna beat an Atlas officer and top rate Huntsman... Sure kid, you keep dreaming."
Winter chuckled. "The old drunk has a point, now stand aside boy. Besides I don't even see a weapon save for that little pistol at your side."
Right... He forgot the people here knew nothing of Guardians and more importantly he was a bit less imposing than he hoped for. As the dark haired man pushed past him still chuckling he walked towards Winter. "Come on let's go... Probably the kid's first time drinking doesn't want us to ruin it." The old man taunted as he moved out the door, earning a slight snicker even from Winter.
Spectre took a breath. "Torren. There Local PA system outside right?" He asked the ghost appearing over his shoulder as the Hunter fumed.
"Yes, why... You are seriously gonna..." The ghost whispered.
"Beat their asses to a soundtrack? Yes, I am. Give my sword, might need if they are tougher than they look." He ordered as the ghost materialized the blade he'd been awarded by Lord Saladin. His Last Word moved from his replaced with The Fatebringer.
"Any particular choice?" Asked the floating ball.
"Something I can dance too." The Hunter spoke running a hand through his hair to fix it as he stepped out into the setting sunlight. "Hey, jerks!" He yelled stepping out starring as the two had made the market having just taken ready stances. When Spectre walked out to stand between them sword in one hand, he considered it for just a moment before setting it on his back carefully. "You wanted me to show you my weapon of choice?"
They both stopped Spectre decided to open with his staff leaping into the air the crowd watched as lightning flashed as he landed between them. As a staff of pure arc energy crackled as he spun it behind him. "If you're going to insult somebody best be prepared to get hit..." Qrow moved forward and hands raised.
"Kid I didn't mean-" Spectre spun and delivered a palm strike to thman'sns chest throwing him into the wall. Hard as his aura stopped most of the damage and softened the blow eating a large chunk of his energy however.
"What the hell was that!?" Winter spoke shocked taking a defensive stance as Spectre's glar turned to her, she fired dozens of glyphs at him as the music kicked in Spectre jumped forward swinging his staff knocking her straight through a fruit stall as he spun the staff holding it behind him returning to his rest stance.
"Now, still think I'm some kid?" He asked advancing towards Winter as Qrow lunged forward swiping from the left. Spectre slammed the staff into the ground and blocking the attack he swung himself around the staff slamming both feet into Qrow's chest this time actually sending him through the wall breaking it as the staff vanished his hand went to his belt drawing the his hand cannon he spun turning to look at Winter. "One down." He rushed towards her raising his gun to fire
Winter who had recovered summoned a massive beowolf to her side blocking Spectre from reaching her, just as the creature snapped his jaw at Spectre he spun sideways and then rolled forward coming of the roll he unleash a lightning charged uppercut sending the Schnee to the ground as her beast vanished from her loss of concentration. She groaned looking at him warily. "Who are you?"
"My names Spectre." The red headed hunter spoke moving towards Qrow who was up but a bit wobbly. The drunk burst into laughter as he leaned on Spectre.
"Well Spectre, you can throw one hell of a punch! Now... Since you beat me why don't you and I go get a drink and-" Qrow paused as Winter finally stood up and walked towards them.
"Qrow you are not walking away with him, have you forgotten why I'm here!" The indignant Schnee glared jabbing her finger at him then swiveling it so Spectre. "And you, you must be a soldier of some sort. Your moves are to well practice to be simple talent or training."
"Actually I'm resident drunk of my team, also the trouble maker, the loud mouth, the smart ass, and the pilot." Spectre chirped patting Qrow on the chest as the older raven haired man laughed stood up thumping Spectre on the chest.
"My kind of guy! What you drinking? I'm thinking bourbon, maybe a little gin..." Qrow offered the red haired Hunter and Spectre grinned.
"Got anything harder?" The Hunter quipped as the music was killed and Winter interjected.
"Qrow please I just want to know what's going on I-" Winter stopped composing herself just before she heard a familiar gasp. She turned standing there was Weiss, smiling as she rushed forward to her older sister. "Weiss what are you doing here?!"
"Winter... I couldn't take it father is just as bad as ever and-" She paused staring at the armor of the stranger then frowning at Qrow.
"What you doing with Ruby's uncle and that strange ginger?" She spoke a voice not quite quiet enough.
Spectre folded his arms. "I take offense to that. I'm not strange, I'm awesome."
Qrow groaned holding his head, he was not sober or drunk enough to deal with all this right now. "Winter. I'll give you an address, Ruby and the others are their take Weiss and go." He pulled out his scroll sending her the address. "We will discuss after I get back... We can catch Weiss up too." He offered trying to at least not annoy her further.
Spectre scratched his neck. "So uh... I guess I should go?" He asked not sure what to say as Winter gave him and Qrow a hard look before leaving.
Qrow chuckled. "Actually... I want your help with something. It's why I-" Qrow's speech was stopped, a young boy approached, he couldn't have been more than teen when he looked away and muttered something.
"I'm supposed to tell you... I'd like my cane back." The young boy asked as Qrow just nodded.
"Spectre... How about that drink now? This is the first good news of the day. Not to mention we got a reason to head back." The man smiled and patted the Hunters back, what had Hunter just gotten himself into?
I'll either jump back to Wrath or Shara, I'm currently planning on skipping over most of the major reveal stuff for RWBY and focusing more on the interactions they have.