Weeeell, It's been a while...yup.

Originally I was gonna put the entire Initiation in this chapter, but with college and the fact that I couldn't put my imagination into words in the end of the day, I knew if I tried to put it all in one chapter I was gonna take forever, so just I decided to split into two chapters to make it easier.

Sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter VI-AVGRs Assemble? (Part 1)

Morning had arrived slower than Adam expected, not a surprise taking in consideration his militaristic habits were preventing from getting a decent sleep with dozens of humans he didn't even trust close by, and his few hours of decent sleep were ruined by a rather loud, orange haired girl.

"~It's morning! It's morning! It's morning! It's mooooorrnniiiiing!~"

Adam groaned as he looked at the source of his annoyance. The faunus almost pitied the girl's companion who sighed in desperation, keyword being almost.

These details aside, the bull faunus was far from tired and his few hours of rest would not be degrading his performance today in the slightness, considering he's been through worse conditions in the past.

Breakfast went swiftly by and uneventful aside from a few small talks with Blake in the middle, and a few moments later they were already in front of the lockers they were assigned with, Adam's being conveniently right next to Blake's. While Adam was giving his blade one last inspection, he decided to voice out something that he's been mulling over during the breakfast.

"So how are we going to do this?"

Blake raised an eyebrow as she loaded a clip into Gambol Shroud. "What do you mean?"

"The Initiation." Adam clarified as he grabbed some spare rifle ammo.

"You know, this isn't like another Fang operation."

"But that doesn't mean we can just go there blindfolded without a basic plan at least." he turned his head to her. "I was thinking some simple signal codes should suffice."

"Signal codes?" the feline faunus gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, like the the ones we used back in that little gig we did in north of Vale."

Blake hesitated a bit in her response before continuing. "I was thinking we could just let the test play it all out...like it was supposed to."

"Blake, whoever we team up with during this test, we're going to be stuck with that team for the next FOUR years." he explained his point of view as he clicked his blade shut. "It's best we get partnered with somebody we can work well, instead of ending up with someone who will only be a nuisance to us."

This made her frown, she understood the logic behind his reasoning, but being partnered with him again would defeat his purpose of being in Beacon to a certain default.

"Adam, don't you think that maybe you should step out a bit from your comport zone? This is an opportunity for both of us to broaden our horizons." she shifted her weapon to it's katana form and holstered it in the sheath before mumbling. "...and maybe restore some of your social skills."

Adam ceased his actions and gave Blake a suspicious look, knowing that there was something behind her words and how sly she could be sometimes despite her general mellow personality. "Okay, spit it out. Where are you getting at?"

At this, Blake couldn't contain the smirk. "What I'm trying to say is that maybe you should try make some new friends here."

It took him a while to process what she said and when it finally hit him, he gave his feline friend both an incredulous and annoyed stare. "...You can't be serious. Should I even take social advice from you of all people?"

Taking offence of his rhetorical question, Blake pouted. "Hey, I may not be the most outgoing individual, but that doesn't mean I'm entirely antisocial, like a certain someone I know ended up being..."

"Well I'm TRYING to fit in, it's not as simple as you make it sound." Adam tried to defend himself.

"Still the dramatic one..." Blake sighed.

'It's funny coming from the one who cut a train car link to say goodbye' Adam mentally deadpanned before scoffing in annoyance. "You try to be a high ranked ex-terrorist trying to blend in. I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of all these hormone induced teenagers."

"You're don't look that old in the first place" Blake pointed out. "You haven't had any problems since you arrived here so far, right?"

'If you don't count me almost cleaving that Schnee brat yesterday...' the ex-Major added internally before pushing that thought away. 'Buuuut some things are better left unsaid.'

Blake continued as she took the silence as a sign to go on. "Then it wouldn't hurt you to avoid glaring at any human who passes you, it would be a start."

"I never figured you for a shrink..." Adam mumbled.

She rolled her eyes at his rather childish retort. "Look, like you said we're going to be here for four years. You can't expect to have a new outlook of things if I'm the only person around here you're going to talk to." the bow wearing girl then gave a pleading look. "So please, try to be more open minded."

Adam sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose before closing his locker and turning his amber gaze to her. The thought of his former apprentice now giving him tips how he should even improve his behavior riled him up, how the tables have turned. But he wanted to make things right, so he sucked it up.

"...Fine. No promises, but I'll try."

Blake gave him a reassuring smile as she closed her own locker. "That's all I'm asking. And who knows, you might end up forming an interesting team."

"I highly doubt that."

"Would all the first year students please report to Beacon cliff for initiation." Came the voice of Goodwitch though the intercom. "Again, all first year students report to Beacon cliff immediately."

"That's our queue." Adam confirmed.

As they were heading towards the exit, they ended up passing by a poor blonde initiate who got stuck in the wall by a Greek-styled javelin through his hoodie. Both faunus didn't paid him too much mind, Blake's reason being more out of subtle respect for privacy while Adam's was more due to his indisposition to deal with idiocy at the moment.

"Having some trouble there, Lady Killer?"

Looking up from his seated position, Jaune found Ruby and Yang in front of him, the latter being the owner of the nickname sent his way.

He sighed. "I don't get it. My dad said all women look for is confidence." his head sank in desperation as he groaned. "Where did I go wrong?"

"Maybe Ms. Freeze over there wasn't your best pick." a male voice responded.

Turning their heads in a surprised manner, they found Vino calmly strolling towards them, his boots clicking a steady rhythm with the floor.

Ruby was the first to beam up. "Hey Vino!"

"Heya." Yang gave her own greeting, lilac eyes scanning his appearance, before leaning to her sister with a playful smile. "So this is Vino? Why didn't you tell me you met a stud on your first day?"

"Y-Yang!" Ruby exclaimed with a flustered face.

"Mornin' to you too." Vino greeted with a amused chuckle and a laid-back smile, giving the unknown girl a quick overall scan before turning his wine-colored eyes to the other blond on the floor.

"Y-You saw that?" Jaune's embarrassment evident in both his voice and face.

"Yep. Protip: tone down that confidence a little for now, Jauney-boy." Vino and Ruby gave a hand to help the blond get on his feet. "You can't exactly run if you don't know how to walk first, ya know?"

"Duly noted..." Jaune weakly responded.

"Yeah, Snow Anjel prooobably wasn't your best start." Yang agreed.

"Well, gotta give him credit for trying." Vino gave one of his wolfish, toothy grins to Jaune. "I mean, he tried to flirt with a Schnee AND Pyrrha Nikos on his first go ." 'If you even call that shit flirting.'

This earned a nervous chuckle from Jaune. "Heh, don't if it was worth it now that I think about it."

"Well you left an impression, to say the least."

Yang smirked "Yup, Nikos definitely got that point across."

Yang's cringe worthy sense of humor earned a pair groans from Ruby and Jaune while Vino tried to contain himself, but scolded himself for not stopping a snort from coming out. 'No Vino! Come on! You're better than this!'

Yang did not miss that, she was about to open her mouth again until...

"Uugh! Let's just go before she goes on a spree." Ruby groaned out, helping Jaune along with Vino walk to the exit.

"Pssh, you just don't know how to appreciate good humor." Yang responded in her defense as she walked ahead.

Vino was about to retort, but clicked his mouth shut, memories of crappy jokes he dissed out during his hunts coming to mind. 'Can't talk shit without being a hypocrite.' he let out a sigh. 'Such is the curse of ones who fucking dare to use the dark magic of puns and one-liners, besides probably going to hell.'

"Is something wrong?" Ruby's voice snapped him back to reality as he looked at her questioning gaze.

"Nope, just reflecting on real, POOR life decisions." was his only response.

All of the new students found themselves lined up at the edge of Beacon cliff that gave them a rather fantastic view to the Emerald Forrest. In the middle of these students, Adam and Blake were present in between a initiate with a mohawk and the orange haired girl from that morning. While everyone was anxiously waiting for the start, Adam took his time to let his eyes analyse thoroughly most of the students present, searching for a possible decent partner.

Although a fighter should never be judged by appearances alone, the ex-Major knew by experience that he could learn a thing or two just by looking at somebody, it was a habit he picked on back in his time at the White Fang, even before he became a Major. Even if nobody knew how the teams were going to be formed, Adam decided that it would be better to have a general outlook of the all the students present as a precaution.

'Alright, let's see what we have in stock...'

The first one that caught his gaze was a tall, orange haired boy wearing silver-gray armor. Although he had a sturdy, bulky frame, the boy's body stance with arms crossed and condescending gaze conveyed some arrogance and excessive confidence in himself. The mace that hanged from his hip also hinted him to be too bold with his fighting approach.

The second one was a shorter male wearing a lumberjacker-styled leather jacket and a zebra-patterned cowboy hat. The AWP on his back is a dead giveaway of him being a sniper, and a good one if his unusual steady hands are anything to go by (not even an occasional nervous twitch present, Adam noted). He didn't seem to be too worried as others seeing as he was playing on his scroll to pass time, but even so Adam didn't miss the fact that the sniper's yellow eyes would occasionally shift sideways, showing some sharpened perception.

'Hmm, probably had a military styled training...' Adam hummed in thought, remembering his own training after Shiena Khan took the role of High Leader. 'From Atlas maybe? Besides his weapon and sharp eyes, he doesn't look the part.'

Next up was Mistral's Champion, Pyrrha Nikos herself. He may not worship her like the majority of her idiotic fans, but he couldn't deny her battle prowess. From the few fights he witnessed, her combat skills always demonstrated her extreme discipline and dedication that she possessed. Although a bit naive (based on the interactions she had earlier in lockers), she could prove to be a valuable teammate, only problem being that it could attract too much attention on him if they ended up on the same team.

Number four, the Schnee...

'...Moving on.'

Moving on, number five was a male with black hair tied to a ponytail with a magenta streak. So far this one looks the most promising. Relaxed body stance, yet ready to act at the moments notice, and a stoic surface that gives the ex-Major a clear idea that he was not the type of fighter who lets his emotions dictate his actions so easily. His weapons of choice, a pair green colored handguns with sickle blades attached to them, suggested that he was a fighter that favored agility and mobility over stopping power. As ideal this subject seemed to be...

'The odds of his friend already having plans for him are pretty damn high.' Adam scoffed as he glanced at the energetic girl from this morning beside him that had a grenade launcher on her back. 'Just when I was getting somewhere...'

The sixth one was the silver-gray haired teen that defused the conflict last night, now wearing a coat that concealed most of his frame like a cloak and holding a matchstick between his lips. As he was casually inspecting a large push dagger in hand, Adam took notice of something familiar present in those sharp purple eyes: they were hard and focused, giving Adam a glimpse of a will made of steel. It reminded a bit of himself.

'His temper needs some work though.' he noted as he remembered the purple-eyed teen's little outburst from last night, before giving a chuckle. 'But then again, who am I to talk...'

The next pair of candidates were Blake's new 'friends' from last night, Yang and Ruby if he recalled, and they were sisters according to Blake.

'Strange, they almost look nothing alike.' Adam mused. 'Half-sisters maybe? Or one of them is adopted.'

Yang, the big sister with wavy blonde hair and lilac eyes, reveals to be a rather extroverted individual judging by her stance, confident expression and even her clothing choice (not that he was staring, he swore). Based on that confidence and lack of visible weapons, he guessed that she might be a close-quarters fighter (the sharpened knuckles beneath her gloves further developed that guess).

Ruby, the younger sibling with short black-reddish hair and silver eyes, seemed to be almost the complete opposite of Yang (or at least appearance wise). Her slightly rigid stance openly portrayed her modest nervousness, but her eyes showed eagerness and determination. The high caliber rounds strapped across her waist hints at her being more of a long-ranged combatant.

'The fact that she came to Beacon this early shows her potential.'

Both seemed acceptable to him but they would not be his most preferred choice. Big Yellow may end up to be too eccentric and Little Red seemed too naive for her own good.

The tenth one was the blond, hoodie wearing 'knight'.

'Okaaay, let's avoid that eventual catatrophe...'

The final candidate on his list was a tall, dark-red haired young man wearing a trench coat. One thing Adam noticed about this one is that he seemed to be a man of action, if not for the way this stranger was tossing repeatedly his hunting knife in the air before catching it, then for the mixture of boredom and eagerness in his wine-colored eyes. Unlike Ruby's childlike eagerness, this one's was more raw and a bit unsettling. His sharp features, facial scars and sturdy body-frame indicated that he had a certain combat maturity that most of the students present lacked.

'Hm, better keep an eye on him...' Adam's eyes shifted between the man's knife and the large ax in his back 'A small spare weapon, clever. Not a lot of Huntsmen do that these days, they rely too much on their primary weapons.' That's one the reasons why he designed Blush as a separated weapon from Wilt, and the sleek simplicity of both his weapons have never failed him so far.

...And that was his list of possible candidates to join, the rest either didn't stood out or didn't caught his interest.

'Or maybe I'm just being too picky...' he sweatdropped. 'No. You can never be too sure in these situations.'

"Hum, Adam?"

Blake's voice snap him out of his mental scanning as he gave her curious gaze his attention. "Hmm?"

"Still worried about the team-up system?"

"Not worried, just being cautious." Adam corrected, feeling a bit insulted. "Just because I'm not with you doesn't mean I'll go with just anybody."

Blake was not impressed. "Nothing is ever easy with you, is it?"

"Is it wrong for me to have some standards?" Adam questioned with an annoyed undertone.

"No." Blake deadpanned. "It just makes you sound rather picky for a man."

His eye dangerously twitched in his attempt to contain his anger. 'You smug little kitten...!'

His anger was cut short, however, as Ozpin cleared his throat, which gain every students' attention as they ceased their current actions. Ozpin's stoic gaze traveled across all students in front of him...

...and for a moment his eyes slightly narrowed when his gaze came upon Adam, before continuing.

'Shit! He knows?' Adam's grip on his sheathed blade tightened without notice, before relaxing a bit. '...No, that's unlikely. Even if he is the headmaster, he couldn't figure me out this soon.' As much as he tried to ease himself, his body was still tense. 'But he's wary of me. I was stupid for thinking I was off his radar.'

"For years, you have trained to become warriors." Ozpin began. "And today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."

"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of teams." Glynda stepped forward with a Scroll-tablet in hand. "Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates... today."

'Straight to the point, huh.'

"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon." Ozpin continued. "So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well."

Both Adam and Blake looked at each other at that statement. The ex-Major raised his eyebrows as if to say 'I told you so', to which Blake rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

'Although I am curious of what kind of method a man like Ozpin usually prefers to form teams.' Adam mused.

"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."

...

The bull faunus could almost swore he heard the distinct sound of glass shattering .

'Of all the ways he could've done it...' his mind was slowly processing. '...he just let's fate do all the work?!' Not only it would be a pain in the ass for Adam, the method was also borderline asinine. It was at this moment that he began to seriously question Ozpin's capabilities as a headmaster.

"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way." Ozpin's voice gained a certain edge. "Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path... or you will die."

'Well, at least his not afraid to give these students a taste of their future lifestyles'

"You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene." Ozpin explained. "You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. We will reguard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?"

This question was met with silence, except for a blonde. "Yeah, um, sir?"

"Good. Now, take your positions."

At his words, every student took various bracing stances and soon, one by one, the platforms beneath sprang and sent the students soaring to the forest below.

"Uh, sir? I've got, um, a question." The blond knight raised his arm, missing the fact that students were being launched. "So, this landing... strategy thing... Uh, wha-what is it? You're, like, dropping us off or something?"

"No, you will be falling." Ozpin boldly stated.

"Uuuh, hey..." the wine-eyed man next to the blond tried to catch his attention.

Blake crouched her body and gave Adam one last look, and Adam immediately understood the message: 'Don't follow me.'

SPRING!

Adam's eyes followed Blake's retreating form before scoffing and widening his stance with bent knees.

'Let's get this over with.'

SPRING!

"Oh, I see. So, like, did you hand out parachutes for us?" Jaune still remained oblivious to others being launched.

"Jauneeey." Vino again tried to call him.

"No, you'll be using your landing strategy." Ozpin simply responded.

"Uh-huh, yeah..." Jaune missed Ruby and Yang being sent flying. "So what exactly is a landing stra-"

"JAUNE!"

The blond recoiled at Vino's shouting. "W-What?"

Vino merely pointed at Jaune's feet. Looking down at the platform, the blonde's eyes widen as the situation finally hit his mind before looking back at Vino with a shocked face. "Oooh..."

"Have a nice flight." Vino waved him goodbye.

SPRING!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" the blond was sent screaming through the air. As Vino watched, he couldn't hold it in.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Aaaaahh..." he let out a sigh of relief before cracking his neck and widening his stance. "Alright, time to face gravity."

SPRING!

"Wow, I can see my house from here." were the loud thoughts of Roxo as he sailed through the air over the vast forest, his hair and coat flapping with the force of the wind.

'Still can't decide if launching students off a cliff to a Grimm infested area is badass or just plain retarded...' he mused for a short moment before coming back to reality. 'Heh, Doesn't matter now. Now, how am I gonna land without getting fucked up?'

His purple eyes quickly scan through the passing trees as much as they could as he was losing altitude.

'There's an opening riiiiiiiight...' he ceased his scan as he spoted a gap in the middle of the trees. '...over there!'

Roxo swiftly draw two black grenades from one of his large belt pouches and removed the safety pins off with a metallic click.

"3..." he counted as he cooked the explosives.

"...2..."

"...1!" he released his hold off the grenades letting them fall behind him.

Boom!

A pair of black-purple explosions blasted Roxo towards the spotted opening head-first at break-neck speeds.

As soon as he dived through the gap, he crossed his arms in front of his face, snapping various branches in his path before flipping his body and leaping off several tree trunks. Noticing the ground coming closer, he thrust both his hands downwards, sending a purple shockwave strong enough to make him leap off the ground before twisting his body mid-air and sliding his feet across the ground to a halt, leveling some dust in the air.

Raising himself from his crouched position, Roxo took a look back at the opening where he flew through and the small crater that he created with his semblance, before letting out a satisfied smirk. "Haha! Nailed it! Knew the gravity-nades were gonna come in handy!"

Not intending to waste anymore time, he proceeded to walk towards north, but stopped as he heard the distant sound of somebody...

'...Singing?'

Looking up between the treelines, he caught a dark-red blur cross the sky.

One could definitely say that Vino was enjoying himself...

"~I'm want to fly like an eagle~. To the sea~. Fly like an eagle~. Let the launch pad carry me! Hahahahaa!"

...Perhaps a bit too much.

The bomber stood there dumbstruck before coming back to his senses. "Damn. Chill out there, Steve Miler."

Ignoring the unusual event, he continued marching towards what he assumed was north.

Twenty-five painfully uneventful minutes have slowly passed for Roxo has he walked through the endless rows of trees, still with his objective not in sight. As serious as he was taking this task, it took a lot of his will to keep his patience in check and not level a good part of the forest in one of his 'fireworks'. Although blasting a few blocks of the forest could give him a clearer view, he did not want to be responsible for starting a fire, so at first he decided that it wasn't worth the risk.

But now, the young bomber was looking for any excuse to let himself loose.

"Shit, I thought this place was supposed to be a playground for Grimm." Roxo said out loud, his boredom becoming almost unbearable. "Uugh, and where the fuck is everybody?"

His question was soon answers in the sound of nearby gunshots, making Roxo turn his in an attempt to pin-point the general location of the shots.

"Well, they're having fun over there." he muttered. 'And there's my excuse to go fucking ham.'

The faint sound of snapping bushes from his six ceased his movements to a halt. His left hand was completely still, but his right hand slightly twitched in anticipation as he heard a beastly growl resonating from the bushes. His sharp eyes tried to look back as much as they could, he caught a glimpse of red eyes shining in the darkness of the bushes.

Suddenly, a black blur shot out the bushes and tried to tackle Roxo from behind. It only Roxo a split second to react and roll out of the way as the blur crashed where he previously stood. The presence let out a vicious growl as it tried to swipe at Roxo with a set of sharp claws. Roxo quickly leaned his body back, dodging the swipe, before planting his hands on the ground and delivering a backflip-kick to the beast's snout that sent it staggering back growling in pain.

The bomber put some distance with another backflip and drew his push-daggers from his sleeves in one fluid motion, lowering himself into a combat stance (legs spread, knees slightly bent, one dagger on the eye level while the other held in front of him) he scanned the threat in front of him. He immediately recognize it to be a Beowulf. Shaking it's head, the Beowolf gave another growl, red eyes glaring.

"You sneaky bitch." Roxo snarled. "Don't you have lawns to shit on?"

Another set of snapping branches sounds came from the surrounding bushes, pairs of red eyes shinning through them, and a dozen more Beowolves crawled out of them and, before the bomber knew it, he was surrounded by the snarling Grimm.

"You brought your little pack too, huh?" the bomber lamely stated, unfazed by their baring teeth. "Bring it, I'll buck all you motherfuckers!"

His challenge was met with vicious snarls and howls from the Grimm as they charged the lone human. The first Beowolf attempted to swipe the bomber with one of his claws, but Roxo evaded with a crouch and slashed at one of it's legs, forcing the Grimm on one knee, before spinning on his heels and impaling a dagger on the Beowolf's right unprotected temple. Sensing another incoming threat, Roxo removed the dagger from the now dead Grimm and dive-rolled away from an Beowolf that tried to take a bite, before shifting one of his daggers into a compact grenade launcher and aiming at the beast with a grin.

Floop-BOOM!

The Grimm was sent smashing into a tree missing an arm, scattering wood splinters and breaking his bone plating, with his red eyes fading into a void.

Roxo continued his onslaught as he slashed at another Beowolf's snout, staggering it back, and delivered a rapid combination of slashes and stabs before launching the beast up with an aura powered backflip-kick and shooting a grenade at it in mid-air, blasting the wolf away. Two Beowolfs tried to be smart and charged the bomber's flanks simultaneously, but ended up smashing into each other as Roxo jumped high at the last moment. Shaking their heads, they looked up just in time to see the bomber dive towards them with both daggers.

"Yaah!"

Shink!

Roxo impaled his weapons into both Beowolves eye-sockets and remained in a handstand position with his trunk and legs vertically balanced in the air. His sight caught three Beowolves charging straight at him, as soon they were close he split his legs sideways, twisted his body and constantly switching his hands supports between the both daggers, spinning his legs like an helicopter and kicking the charging Grimm away. One of the staggered beasts lunged for a bite, only for Roxo to shove a foot on it's snout and leaping from it. The bomber shifted the daggers into grenade-launchers as he sailed over the wolves heads and fired two 40mm rounds at the Grimm trio, annihilating the Beowolves in an explosion that muffled their cries of pain. The human landed with a roll, evaded another charging Beowolf with a crouch and preformed a back sweep kick on the its legs, forcing the Grimm to drop to the ground. Roxo took this opportunity to viciously stab the beast's abdomen a few times as it let out pained howls before finishing the Grimm with a dagger through it's mouth.

Another pair of Beowolves tried to flank Roxo from both front and back. The bomber rapidly shifted his right blade into MGL-mode and shot a grenade behind him without a second glance, blasting one of the Grimm through a tree, and thrust a small shockwave from his free hand towards the Beowolf in front, sending it tumbling back. Roxo sprinted after the beast he just blasted, and as it was getting up Roxo started delivering slower but more heavy and vicious slashes, adding a few spinning kicks in the mix. Using the momentum of one of his kicks, he spun on his heel and swung both blades horizontally outwards, decapitating the Beowolf and creating a small fountain of Grimm blood.

The lone human heard fast-paced footsteps accompanied by a growl behind him and instinctively tilted his head to the left, letting a Beowolf's vicious bite pass over his shoulder. Roxo then reeled and stabbed a dagger on the side of the beast's neck, but it wasn't enough to put it down as it still tried to bite the bomber's head off and said bomber was struggling to keep it away. Roxo heard another howl from his right and turned his head just in time to see another Beowolf jumping straight at him. Reacting quickly, he stabbed the other dagger straight to the still struggling Grimm's throat and kicked his feet off the ground, letting the other airborne Grimm fall into empty space, before twisting his body over both beasts heads and finally beheading the one who was struggling. Not wasting the opportunity as he was airborne, he swiftly shifted an MGL and shot a round upside-down to the other soulless threat, exploding it along with the other disintegrating corpse and letting himself being blown back by the force behind the explosion.

As he landed on his feet and slid to a halt, his wide cold eyes hastily scanned his surroundings and found six remaining Beowolves slowly and cautiously surrounding him.

"What're you waiting for, you furry retards!? Come the fuck on!" Roxo angrily taunted them, combat adrenaline pumping through his veins "It's not like that tactic is gonna be any different if you move slower!"

In response, the snarling soulless beasts were attracted by his anger and began itching ever so closely to the lone human. Seeing this, Roxo let out a mad grin as retracted his blades back into his sleeves and began gathering purple aura into his clutching hands.

"That's it, come closer." he lowly growled to the beasts. "Big Popa's got something for ya."

Simultaneously, all six Grimm shot towards the bomber in black blurs, but before they could even touch him, Roxo thrust his hands outwards and released a massive shockwave. "Yaaah!"

The kinetic force violently repulsed the Beowolves back, half of them with their bone-plating cracked, and Roxo wasted no time as he quickly charged another shockwave in his hand before jumping and shooting it to the ground below him, sending himself high into the air.

When he reached the highest point he could muster, the bomber drew his daggers from his sleeves, shifting them into MGL's, and flipped his body upside-down as he aimed his weapons downwards to the stunned Grimm. As soon he felt the gravity taking effect he announced his comeback with a wide smile.

"Purple Rain, MOTHAFUCKAS!"

His body became a gray and purple whirlwind as he spun himself in his fall and bombarded the Grimm with a literal shower of 40mm grenades, turning the forest ground below him into an exploding warzone accompanied by the howls of pain and flying mangled corpses of Grimm decorating the scene. The bomber then flipped his body back into the right position and landed in the now charred grass in a crouching position with his weapons by his sides.

Slowly, he raised from his crouched position and surveyed the area now covered with disintegrating Grimm corpses and burned tree stumps, before leting out a victorious laugh.

"HA! Get fucked wolves!" he cheered, not noticing movement on some still intact bushes. "Alright, time to go back to-!"

He was interrupted as an unsuspecting Beowolf shot out the bushes and tried to get a jump on him. Roxo's eyes widened at the oncoming threat and he had only time enough to raise his left arm to shield his neck.

Snap!

The bomber fell to the ground with the Grimm on top now violently munching on his forearm in an attempt to rip it off. Despite this, Roxo did not show any signs of pain as he sneered at the beast.

"Uuaagh! Get the fuck off me!" he barked as drew a dagger with his right hand, ready to deal with the situation.

BANG!

Only for the Grimm's temples to be obliterated by an unseen projectile, splattering blood on the charred soil and some on Roxo, before the Beowolf's body slumped on top of the bomber.

Roxo groaned in annoyance as he kicked the corpse off him before he bent his knees and kicked up on his feet. Trying to pin-point the origin of the shot, he turned left where the sound resonated and saw nothing... but an empty bullet shell beneath a tree. A figure suddenly jumped down from said tree and Roxo got a clear view of the shooter.

Yellow piercing eyes, cowboy hat, leather jacket with a lumberjack pattern and holding a modified AWP, that's how his 'savior' looked. The yellow-eyed sniper walked up to him and flashed a smirk. Roxo stared at the sniper's eyes for a few seconds before relaxing a letting out a smirk of his own.

"Not to sound like an ungrateful cunt..." Roxo started. "...but I could've handle that small fry."

"Oh, I know." the young sniper assured with a small chuckle. "Just wanted to make an entrance."

The bomber snorted in response. "You call that an entrance? I give that a 6/10. You could've pulled off something more original."

"This coming from Mr. Purple Rain." the sniper retorted with a smile as he hanged his rifle on his back. "At least that shot was clean and didn't make Prince roll over in his grave. Gotta give me more credit."

"Yeah, you're right." Roxo gave in as he took another look at the still disintegrating corpse of the Grimm with part of it's head blown. "6.5."

"Alright, fair enough." the yellow-eyed teen suppressed a laugh, before his eyes briefly shifted to Roxo's left arm. The sleeve was bit tattered but other than that there was no sign of bleeding, and that peeked his curiosity a bit. "By the way, how's your arm? That Beowolf was munching the shit out of it, I'm surprised you still have it in one piece."

Roxo looked down to the mentioned arm, before dismissing with a wave of his other hand "Nah, don't worry about it. This thing is sturdier than it looks."

"Thing?"

To clear his confusion, Roxo removed the black glove from his left hand and pushed the tattered sleeve back, showing off a white robotic arm with purple linings in place where an actual forearm should be. The sniper took all the details of the metal appendage in with a curious gaze, before letting out a whistle.

"Sleek design, man." the sniper commented, taking notice of the small trenches present in the steel. "Does it have any other function?"

"Yeah. I added a dope feature in this that usually gets me out of sticky situations. But I'm not gonna spoil it though." Roxo explained while putting the glove back on, giving it a slight squeeze before turning his gaze back to the sniper. "...I don't think I caught your name."

"Oh shit, right! Where are my manners?" the yellow-eyed teen extended his right hand as the other tipped the brim of his hat. "Gale Noir."

The bomber clasped Gale's hand with his own in a handshake. "Roxo Argent. So we're official partners now."

"Yep, how about it? Let's get us a Relic?" Gale sugested

Roxo nodded. "Yeah sure. We've wasted enough time here already, let's get a move on."

Gale gave a small sigh of relief. "Good. 'Cause I was stating to worry about the fire."

Roxo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What're you talking about?"

The sniper pointed forward, forcing Roxo to turn his head and he soon realized the motive of concern. Thanks to his 'rain', fire was spreading through the nearby trees at an alarming rate and it was almost surrounding the the two humans.

"God damn it!" Roxo cursed himself.

"Dual wielding grenade-launchers inside a forest wasn't the smartest ideas now, was it?" Gale mocked with a teasing grin.

Roxo gave an annoyed glare. "Shut up! My mom already gives me enough shit for messing with pyrotechnics, I don't need you questioning my choice of weaponry as well."

Gale chuckled as he raised his hands in defense. "Okay, I'm just saying."

The bomber gave a defeated sigh before he started to jog out of the smoking danger zone with Gale not too far behind, leaving the sector of the forest to be consumed into a fiery crisp.

It's not usually my style to end a chapter like this, but fuck it.

See ya next time.