Sorry it's been a while between character trailers. I've been caught up in various things, like watching RWBY itself, Achievement Hunter LP's, and playing a few games like Fire Emblem: Awakening, Pokemon X and Tekken Tag Tournament 2.
Either way, here's the second character trailer.
The forest is a dangerous thing. The Grimm are never far away, no matter where a person goes. Some have wondered in the past where the Grimm came from. Were they truly in existence before Man? Or were they an offshoot of Man's creation of Dust?
The girl didn't care where the Grimm came from, to be honest. All she knew was they were monsters.
She stood on a tree branch, her weapon in its compact form on her waist. She was in a posture that gave her the appearance of a coiled spring or a predator after its prey; either way, she seemed ready to pounce at any moment.
The Beowulf below her roared and flailed its arms, looking to strike anything that the talons came into contact with.
The girl had seen this before, though it was apparently a rare occurrence. A Grimm – usually a Beowulf – would enter a state of uncontrollable rage, seeking to destroy or maim anything in its path. Berserk, they called it.
All the more reason for it to die.
The girl took hold of her weapon and extended it into a crossbow-like weapon, surmounted by a blade that resembled the bayonet of a rifle.
She took no pleasure in this, but she did know it had to be done.
She leapt from the tree branch, shooting at the Beowulf's neck. The beast roared at the sting of the blasts, turning to its assailant with a snarl.
"Hello," the girl said quite calmly. "It seems to me that you have entered a Berserk state. I am sorry to tell you that this means you have to die." With that said, she opened fire on the beast again.
The Grimm had no real chance of escaping the encounter, but with the frequency and power of the strikes, it seemed to have no chance whatsoever. Eventually it fell, twitching, but not dead.
The girl soon remedied that. The limbs of the bow retracted so the weapon became a short sword. She jumped up high and did a front flip before plunging the blade into the Beowulf's skull.
The beast flinched, then fell still. It was dead.
The girl pulled the blade out of the dead Grimm and put it away before placing her hands in front of her. "Gods save this demented soul." With that, she turned and walked away, her light blue cape swirling in a sudden breeze.
Daughter to Gods, yet born of Man.
Her goal to bring pride to her clan.