Soaring through the blue ceiling above, ecstasy tugged at the smile of the blue caped swordsman. The winds gusted through his platinum silver-like hair, just as the feeling of freedom coursed through his body.
Adrenaline pumped from his pounding chest to his fingertips as he prepared to land. He only had one shot to make a perfect landing. Trying to slow down momentum and land with a sword wasn't the easiest thing to do, even for a swordsman of Cyril's caliber.
Removing the Radiance Edge from it's sheathe, he prepped his sword to be infused with dust. Reaching towards his belt, he grabs a magazine with a gold and sapphire pommel attached to it's end. Encased within the magazine were the azure crystals, Ice Dust.
He slid the dust loader up into his sword's hilt like a magazine into a pistol. The center crystal of the guard radiated a sky blue hue as the blade was coated in the same color.
Swinging his blade through the air, he slashed up a pattern, making the character '雪'. A sky blue energy wave in the shape of the character '雪' formed then shot forward, leaving a trail of snow behind it. The dust wave then collided with a tree, encapsulating an outstanding branch with a pile of snow.
He quickly swapped the ice magazine with another, this time a golden and crimson pommel attached to its end. Within the cartridge were red crystals, Fire Dust.
Returning his sword into its sheath, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact. His semblance activated, creating a spherical force field around him, shielding him from the force of the impact. Descending at a high velocity, the crystalline sphere crashed into the snow, being buried within the pile. He then activated the fire dust, fusing its effects with his semblance within the snow. The force field glowed a bright scarlet, bursting into flames, melting the snow to nothing but vapor.
Cyril smiled to himself, impressed with his own feats. "Damn, so that was a thing."
He let loose his cerulean cape, allowing it to flow in the wind as he scouted out the area surrounding the tree he was on. Taking a moment to appreciate the moment and view he pulls out his scroll to take a picture.
Of course, he isn't all gracefulness and style. Like the dork he is, he drops his scroll as he slid it out from his pocket. In the same dramatic fashion, Cyril back-flips off the branch he stood on and dove downwards to attempt to catch his falling scroll.
Focusing his energy and concentration on his scroll, he formed a force field around his scroll. The device, protected by his semblance, ricocheted and bounced up off the ground, ascending to the perfect height for Cyril to grab it out of the air.
He landed perfectly on his feet as he grabbed the scroll in equally dramatic fashion. He let out a sigh and smile of relief, further impressed with his actions.
Straightening himself out, he hears a rustle in the bushes behind him. Quickly grasping the grip of his blade, he turns around and cautiously lets out: "Is anyone there?"
The bushes shook more so, providing more uncertainty to Cyril's anxiousness. He crept forward, lowering his stance, keeping his grip on the hilt. "I'm serious, if someone's there we should just talk, it's not nice to sneak up on someone."
The weariness and blatant nervousness in his voice was as clear as day. The low snarls of a creature bellowed against his eardrums, causing his heart to race. He slowly drew his sword from its scabbard as he slowly approached the noises from the bush.
Although he was a pretty good fighter, he never liked surprises. They always seemed to get the best of him. This was no exception.
As he took another step within striking distance of the shrub. A Beowulf sprung out from the bush. The Beowulf's eyes burned a dark red, bleeding fear into its glare, sending chills down Cyril's spine. Bellowing a wolf-like screech, the Grimm threw its claw forward, about to strike the blue caped boy. Petrified by the Grimm, he was already too late react to the strike. Left helpless, he raised his blade up and braced himself for the impact.
"Gotcha."
An arrow cut through the air, speeding beside Cyril's head and between the eyes of the Grimm. The creature shrieked in pain, missing it's strike. Cyril quickly jumped out of the way and gripping his blade, he sliced clean through the neck of the Beowulf. The beast's head thumped onto the ground, as its body fell soon after. The Grimm's body slowly dissolved into the grass, fading like shadows against sunlight.
"I guess you owe me one. How's it going Cyril?" Amber smiled cheekily, hopping out of a tree.
Slightly embarrassed by the fact that he needed to be bailed out of a fight, Cyril took a step back from the scene, flustered by the situation. He always held out on his own, and he sure as hell would have been alright without the assist. All things considered, he thanked her. It wasn't everyday someone saves your life, and a girl at that.
"Well considering I almost got mauled, shot in the back of the head, and killed within the span of 5 seconds, I would say I'm pretty fantastic." Cyril smiled, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks for the assist Amber. This means we're partners now?"
"I guess so" she replied, softly smiling as the faunus eyed the swordsman with her purple eyes. Her hips swayed as she walked past Cyril, teasing the already flustered swordsman. "Don't think I'm going to slow down for you, hot shot. Make sure you can keep up with me."
Taken back by the remark, Cyril was left wide eyed. Gritting his teeth he gnawed out a smirk. "No problem as long as you can keep up with me." The silver haired boy chuckled in a faked confidence.
"Sure sure, whatever you say~" The Faunus girl mocked, sticking her tongue out at Cyril.
Meanwhile somewhere else in the Emerald Forest, a girl dressed in Baby Blue and Black trekked through the dense woods. She was smart, resourceful and usually well prepared. She even carried a book wherever she went for reference. There was just one problem... She wasn't exactly the trekking type.
"I hate bugs! I hate trees! I hate tall grass! And I fucking hate flying." she murmured a girl holding a book, as she moved through the dense labyrinth of green.
She really wasn't the trekking type.
"Why in the hell would he just launch us? Would it be too much to ask to be let down here by like a taxi or something?" she complained as she poorly navigated herself through the bush.
She clearly wasn't the nature type either.
"And why in Grimm's name are we in a dirty ass forest when we could of done a training simulation at the school?!" she complained to herself, shuffling through the wildlife, swearing every chance she got.
She attempted to create a path for herself in the denseness of the forest. It wasn't really the smartest idea. Whenever she moved and pushed branches of plant life out of the way, she ended up whiplashed occasionally by small branches. Her aura did protect her, but sadly not her pride. To make matters worse, she was occasionally bit by small insects. The sounds of pain and the occasional (or rather frequent) curse word escaped her mouth whenever she got hit or bit.
After sifting through what seemed like kilometers of forest (which in reality it was less than 500 meters), she finally saw a clearing and a path in sight. But that didn't really stop her from complaining...
"I hate flying, I hate bushes, I hate small trees, I hate these bugs and I fu-" she whined as she was cut off by an Ursa emerging from the clearing in front of her.
"Oh yeah I forgot, I hate Grimm too." Gritting her teeth together she bent forward, lowering her right hand to the ground. Her fingers gripped the dirt as her body prepared to leap forward. Her body propelled up and flipped over the Grimm, kicking it into the ground.
Upon landing she removed a large pen from her belt. She straightened herself out then proceeded to twirl the pen between her fingers, taunting the Ursa to approach. As the Grimm rushed forward, the pen then expanded into a short rapier. Opening her book, she flipped through the pages using her sword. She then stabbed through a page and ripped it out, tossing it into the air. Wrapping the page around her sword, the page bursted into a spark of lighting. She directed the bolt in the direction of the Ursa, zapping it in its place.
"Checkmate. You're finished." she said with an assured smirk, turning around as the Ursa fell in defeat. Letting out a sigh of relief, she began to walk on the path.
"Impressive. She'll do."
The Ursa got up from behind her, letting out a gruesome roar. It charged forward, assaulting the girl with a full body tackle.
"HEADS UP BABY-BLUE!"
The sound of shotgun shells flew through the air, just in time to save the helpless bookworm. The bullets lodged into the head of the Grimm, killing it in place.
"Next time blue, confirm your kill so you don't end up dead okay?" Krystal said as she hopped out of the tree she was perched upon.
Startling the girl in blue, she landed in front of her. Letting out a quiet gasp, the girl fell to her knees, slightly frightened, slightly startled and slightly embarrassed. Adjusting her glasses, she looked up, meeting Krystal's eyes above her.
"But I got to admit, that was still pretty badass, blue. Hi I'm Krystal, I guess that makes us partners doesn't it?" Krystal smiled as she extended her hand out to the girl.
"Thank you" she replied as she was lifted up, "I'm Tiffany, Tiffany Lockhart." She introduced as she shook Krystal's hand.
"SON OF A BITCH" a girl screamed from a distance, as the sound of trees collapsing filled the surrounding area, cutting the duo's introduction short.
The new duo looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They both knew what they needed to do. It was time to do what any huntsmen would do.
"Hurry! We have to go help her!"