Holy hell, it feels like I haven't uploaded in months. I'm just glad to know that I haven't neglected this story. So yeah, yo'sup. Kanashiiro in da hizhouse. What's up my playas? You're in for a little treat in this chapter cause I'm throwin' you another curve ball. I honestly have no idea what metaphors or lingo I'm spewing right now, but in translation, this gon be good.
Twisted Grimm, chapter 4: Rujo Arizado
(Noon, Emerald Forest)
Sora had fully recovered from the damages he has sustained from that brilliant landing strategy. Nearly becoming a paste on the ground. Other than that, he's feeling right at home. In a forest.
In contrast, his luck with finding a partner isn't going as smoothly as he thought it'd be. There was no doubt in his mind that he was heading north as instructed by Professor Ozpin. He is still in search of one, but so far there hasn't been a single soul in sight. Sora grumbled, he punched a tree in frustration. The tree was uprooted from the ground by the impact and tipped over with a loud crash. He really needs to know his own strength sometimes.
Sora approached a larger tree and tested the strength of the bark by gripping and pulling his weight on it. It didn't let up, meaning that it's able to support him. With that, he began to climb the tree until he reached the top
This activity reminded him of his training sessions back at home with father. Where they'd race at times to settle who is the best climber. His father would always win, but that's because he was already used to his weighted training gear. Sora wasn't. He felt like he was in a constant war with gravity. His father would make him wear it all the time, even when he slept. Because apparently the Asua family is training at all times, even resting was a training session.
When he reached the top of the tree. Sora clasped the soles of his shoes between the tippy-top of the tree to remain in place. By the position of the sun, he confirmed that he is heading the correct way. Good to know. Sora could always estimate where the others might have landed and go on a limb to where they might have traveled. Odds are, they already have their own partner.
Not too far from him, a sudden explosion caught his attention. He was able to feel the slight increase in temperature, along with the smell of something burning. It doesn't take a genius to declare which direction that came from. No further than a mile. Explosions are not a natural occurrence, so that could only mean a fellow hunter-in-training.
Sora didn't hesitate, he jumped down from the tree. His weight breaking off branches as he felll, doing little to slow his descent. His aura shielded him from the damage he would have inflicted on himself. Leaving him completely unharmed.
Both feet landed firmly onto the ground with a quaking thud. He sprinted in the direction in which the explosion originated, keeping in mind that no one would openfire unless they had encountered Grimm.
"You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path...or you will die." Ozpin's words rang in Sora's mind, causing his pace to increase in anxiety. In the moment, Sora had forgotten about the partnering concept and only focused on getting there in time.
(A little after noon. Emerald Forest, burnt clearing)
Sora pushed aside stray branches and shrubs out of his way before he came upon the site. By the time he arrived, it was already too late. A circular clearing. The grass that was once green with life were now charcoal black. The surrounding trees have been stripped of their leaves and diminished of their healthy brown bark, also burnt to the darkest color.
He investigated the area and came to an assuring conclusion that no one was around. While the thought of someone being here meant a potential partner, he didn't ignore the possibility of also finding a corpse instead. If that were to be the case, he's actually glad he didn't find what was left of someone.
After confirming that no one was around, Sora decided to take his leave and continue to travel north. That is when he saw it. Two gleaming red beads in the darkness. Except that darkness itself was moving. Sora stopped in his tracks when he locked eyes with the object. There werealso bones as white as snow attached to that darkness. He didn't know whether to take cautious steps toward or away.
Whatever was there, was staring right back at him. That's when Sora flinched, and the darkness literally snarled at him when it noticed that. Sora averted his attention to his surroundings when he saw a collection of the same hungry red eyes all looking at him from behind the shrubs. They surrounded him. Blocking off all means of escape. This was a trap. And Sora walked right into it.
Sora retreated to the center of the clearing, trying to get as much distance between him and them as much as possible. The darkness emerged from their hiding spots and took their positions around him, closing in the distance. Revealing that they were Beowolves.
This species of Grimm might not be much of a threat, but experienced hunters know that they should never underestimate any sort of Grimm. Alone, they are child's play. But in a pack, they are more formidable and dangerous. Hunters were brought down because they let their guards down. That is the opportunity Beowoulves are at their strongest. They always have a strategy best suited for any hunters they face and how skilled they think they are. That's the key Beowolves will always implement.
That being said, things aren't looking so good for Sora. He tried to count how many Beowolves he might be facing, but would have to recount as their numbers grew with each second. They knew better than to attack out of terms while the Alpha Beowolf is present. Whom stood about as high as two Beowolves tall. The Alpha Beowolf howled afterwards, telling the others to be ready when it's time. In actuality, it was signaling to the pack on when, where, and how to strike. The smaller Beowolves all howled in unison, as to show that they all understood their actions.
Sora raised his fists and prepared himself. His sights never stayed in one place. He eyed every single Beowolf. But he didn't dare turn his back from the Alpha Beowolf. Obviously being faster and stronger than the rest for being the leader of the pack. It'd be the last mistake he makes if he did. So he had to rely on straining his sense of hearing in order to be aware of any oncoming Beowolves that would sneak up in his blind spots. Sora had to be ready for anything. His only plan was the get rid of the Alpha Beowolf as soon as he can.
Three Beowolves charged toward Sora from his front, signaling the time to attack and for the others to get into position to follow up. They threw themselves at him, each one attempting to capture him in their claws. Sora didn't make any indication in attempts to evade the Grimm. However, their claws scratched away the dirt that Sora once stood on. Every single Beowolf baffled by their meals sudden disappearance. They looked at each other and anywhere that they could've guessed he could've gone. Then they spotted him in one of the most unlikely places they'd expect him to be. Directly above the three Beowolves.
With that kind of speed, people would assume that he could teleport. Far from it, he simply pumped his aura into his legs to enhance their capabilities and movement. Allowing him to seem like he vanished into thin air.
Sora came down like a rock. Purposely accelerating his drop to deliver a more devastating blow. By the time the Beowolves caught sight of him, it was already too late for the ones directly beneath him. He had his fingers intertwined together and held over his head. Bringing down his linked hands and bashing it against the Beowolf between the other two in a hammer-like strike. Easily caving in the thick skull and into its brain. Killing it instantly. The sheer force of the strike and the plummeting drop caused a small crater in the ground, pushing back the two living Beowolves a great distance against a tree.
The Beowolves readied themselves to attack. Sora slowly stood up, lifting his bloodied gloves from the Grimm corpse's head. His aura shielded his hands from cracking. Punching through bones hurt more than you think. And once the bones in your hands break, they become useless. It'll hurt more than it hurts to attack. So it's best to avoid that at all costs.
Two Beowolves came at him from two different sides, one from the front and the other to his right. The one to his right was coming in quickly, the Beowolf lunged at Sora with a single claw. Sora grabbed a hold on the offending limb. Giving it a mighty tug that dragged the Grimm off its feet. Literally throwing the Beowolf into the other one approaching him.
Another Beowolf stepped out of turn, pouncing toward Sora in means to sink its fangs into him. Sora went low to the ground, slipping under the Beowolf as it landed behind him. Sora turned around and placed his foot on the back on the Beowolf that had just missed him, he reached around the Beowulf for the space underneath its chin. Seizing it. He pushed his foot against the Beowolf'ss back while pulling on its chin at the same time. It huffed and whimpered, thrashing about to break free of the painful hold Sora has on it. He let up until he heard an audible pop from the Beowolf. And just like that, it stopped moving. Sora released the Grimm corpse to let it drop to the ground.
The two grounded Beowolves were now getting up, shaking off the daze they are suffering from. Sora didn't give them any time to recover. He kicked one in the abdomen, it flew headfirst into a the trunk of a tree. Breaking its neck in the process and ending its soulless life. Sora then grabbed the snout of the Beowolf that was still left alive and forcefully shoved its head into the ground. Its face caved into itself, confirming the kill.
The Alpha Beowolf howled, as did the others. Calling a change of orders that Sora picked up on, due to the pitch in its howls. But he didn't know what the plan is now. It was a plan of relentless attack. Attack at will to overwhelm the human with strength in numbers.
Sora was now being rushed by five Beowolves, all coming towards him in different angles from his front. When all of them closed the distance, Sora jabbed the center Beowolf in the neck with his fingers. Utilizing the spearhead-like strike. His attack did more than stun the Beowolf, he cut off its ability to breathe. Death is now inevitable for the withering Grimm.
Sora wasted no time moving on to the other Beowolves. He swerved beneath an entanglement of three pitch black claws that missed him. Attacking the one slightly to his right with an open palm against the chest, he felt a satisfying crack against the Beowolf before it was sent flying far into the distance. He took a step back to gain some distance before he delivered his next assortment of strikes.
A steady breath exhaled from Sora's mouth. They came at him again, the remaining three. As the four other rushed in from various sides. Overwhelming him from one side wasn't doing it, so the numbers would have to add on further but from different sides.
Sora punched the Beowolf to his left, impacting it straight in the face. At the same time, he raised his right leg and kicked the Beowolf to his right directly in the stomach. Both Grimm rolled back quite the distance, but got up and started to back off until they could endure the pain caused to them. Sora now only stood on one leg, his entire body exposed to the single Beowolf left of the five that decided to attack him from up front. Whom was now dangerously close to Sora. Its maw agape. About ready to take a clean chunk of flesh.
Sora brought both his fist and foot that were still stretched out when attacking the other two Beowolves and slammed in against both sides of the head of the Beowolf. Shattering the skull completely. It dropped to the ground, limbs still twitching while the life from the body slowly faded away. Sora felt the black liquid on his clothing. Though none of it was his own. All of it was the staining blood for the Grimm that has fallen by his hands.
Not forgetting about the four Beowolves that were coming from all sides, Sora rolled out of the way. All at once, they turned in one direction they briefly saw Sora roll toward. Only to see that he wasn't there. Baffled, they scanned the area for any signs of the human. When they did, it came into their sights as a fist that impacted against one of the four Beowolfs chin. Rocketing it into the air like a rag doll. All eyes on the flying Beowolf for a mere second was all it took for each of them to fall one by one.
The huntsman-in-training used the same trick he used before, pumping aura into his legs to have seemingly vanished momentarily during his roll. He simply kicked off as soon as his feet touched on solid ground. Now they're all expecting him to be in the air. How dead wrong, they'll be. Sora swept the closest Beowolf to him off its feet with his leg. It tripped and fell onto the ground. He sprung up to his feet by using the grounded Beowolfs neck as a stepping stool. Crushing its windpipe, losing the ability to breathe. Using the extra momentum to his advantage, he thrust his elbow into the back on an unsuspecting Beowolf in a downward strike. Another audible crack emitted from the Beowolf as he dropped to the ground unceremoniously, quite alive and attempting to crawl its way back to the safety of the hoarding pack.
Last Beowolf of the four to take care of, it finally turned around. Only to be met with a strong roundhouse kick to its side. Sora followed with another kick into the other side of the Beowolf with his other foot. He repeated this process two more times, his kicks escalating up. Fracturing the rib cage on each side of the Beowolf. Then finally ending it with a high kick to its face. Death was not swift. It slowly died from the beatdown.
Then there was the one he sent flying with the uppercut, now coming down with its back toward the ground. Sora held up an open palm, directly above where the Beowolf will land. As it did, back first. With such little support to one area, its spine bent backwards and cracked dozens of times before it stopped all together. Sora tossed aside the lifeless Grimm. That makes nine for a kill count and four too injured to fight.
Sora took a moment to view the Grimm massacre around him. Their jaws hung open, but no breath was drawn into them. The soulless now also lifeless. How ironic. How would something without a soul be alive?
That is when he noticed something was off. His eyes widen in a panic while he frantically scanned the vicinity of Beowolves still surrounding him. The Alpha Beowolf, it was gone! That is never a good sign.
Within a split second Sora caught sight of the Alpha Beowolf, claws ready to slice him open with deadly precision and speed. Fortunately for his reflexes, he managed to stop the Alpha Beowolf by intertwining his fingers between its bone white claws and pushing back with superior strength. Sora grimaced at the beast in front of him. An unpleasant smell emitting from its breath, assaulting his nose. The Beowolf did everything it could to inch itself closer to Sora in order to sink its fangs into him. But the strength of the huntsman-in-training did not let up. He kept the Alpha Beowolf at bay with his hold. Preventing it from coming any closer or escaping.
That is when something odd happened. The Alpha Beowolf ceased its constant chomping. Now it focused on using all of the strength in its arms to overpower Sora. When it should already know by now that Sora is much stronger. Sora's unfazed stare locked with the larger Beowolfs piercing red eyes. An abrupt soft thud came from behind the larger Grimm. Sora didn't know what to make of it and the Alpha Beowolf showed no signs of disturbance.
However, it did not stop there. The same thud could be heard from behind the Alpha Beowolf. And then another. It was only after the third sound that Sora noticed that the Alpha Beowolf was progressively getting stronger, slowly but surely. Sora pumped his arms with aura, enhancing the durability and strength in them. He saw this as a sort of test of might and will. On who is more superior in strength, man or Grimm.
More and more, a soft thud after the other, Sora felt himself begin to slightly struggle. Seems like the Beowolves have some hidden strength they've yet to unveil until now. They're much smarter than they look then for suppressing their true strength until they really needed it. Otherwise, hunters would learn how to counter against it by now. Maybe that's why it has never been recorded before. Because they all died from this technique.
Sora infused his arms with more aura, giving him a moment to breathe and relax. That is when the Alpha Beowolf would get stronger, after a few more thuds that came from its back. Sora knew he was depleting his aura faster than he should. He knew he was.
But the passionate side of him didn't allow him to let up. Not against a Grimm. He would now allow himself to be bested by a Grimm. Never. They are the darkness, and humans are the light. So the light must prevail. Therefore, Sora remained stubborn and held his ground. Using his aura to make himself stronger and restore his fatigue. This could have all ended if he simply pushed the Alpha Beowolf back with all his added might, but then it would get stronger and make that impossible to do.
This went on for minutes. Sora could barely feel his arms at this point as they turned to jelly. The strain was starting to take a toll on his body. Evident by the cringe on his face and beads of sweat on his face. The Alpha Beowolf did also have a slight strain too, though nowhere near as Sora. If he used up anymore aura, he most likely wouldn't have enough left for the rest of initiation. Which nearly slipped his mind. Sora hoped that he could hold off until the Alpha Beowolf decided that enough was enough, because help didn't look like it was coming any time soon.
Sora had a hard time keeping himself up at this point. He made sure that the Alpha Beowolf did not progress further to him, but even that proved to be a difficult task. If they took a single bite on him, it's all over. He can kiss his sorry ass goodbye. Sora felt his shoes dig into the ground from the force of being pushed down.
Again, something didn't seem right. The smaller Beowolves aren't even taking this opportunity to attack him while he's wide open. And to think that this would be the best opportunity to shred him.
Why aren't they attacking him? Beowolves are known opportunists, not famous for their merciful challengers. This wasn't right from the very beginning.
Sora took his eyes off the Alpha Beowolf and stiffly turned his head to the side. They were all there, exactly where they were before. Waiting. Watching. Though swerving from side to side in place as if knowing that it wouldn't be the right time to strike. Sora felt the Alpha Beowolf push further, adding more pressure to him. As if it was punishing him for taking his eyes off of it. When he returned his stressful gaze upon the larger Beowolf, though Sora's eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear.
On top of Alpha Beowolf's back, was a single smaller Beowolf's head barely peeking out from behind it. All this time, it wasn't getting stronger. It was getting heavier. All those soft thuds were the Beowolves climbing onto their leader to add weight onto it. They were slowly crushing Sora, and keeping him in place. Sora attempted to pry his hands off the Alpha Beowulf's grasp, but the sheer weight kept him from moving an inch.
They played him like a fool, and he fell for it. The Beowolves that surrounded him weren't the same ones from before. They were the ones that remained hidden from his sights. And now the Beowolves perched on their leader were the previous ones surrounding Sora. It was all an illusion to make him think they didn't move from their position.
So, this is the notorious intelligence that Beowolves are known for.
The Alpha Beowolf let out another howl. Being so up close to it, the sound was almost deafening.. As did the other Beowolves, even the ones on top of their leader. It was another signal for attack. Except Sora could do nothing to adapt, he could only hold his ground. With that, the surrounding Beowolves began to rush Sora all at once. Bearing their claws and fangs. Just about anything they could use to tear and rip. He could see the world around him being blocked out by the blackness of the Grimm.
Just like that, they took quick turns dragging their claws against the vulnerable flesh on Sora, staining their claws with his blood. Sora grit his teeth and tensed his muscles, with every injury he let out a painful gasp and cursed under his breath.
In a matter of seconds, Sora was coated in his own blood and various sizes of cuts. A few Beowolves had gone straight for his ankles to ensure that even if Sora would somehow survive this barrage, he would not be escaping anytime soon. They were doing their best to absolutely seal his fate.
Sora felt his body getting weaker from the lack of blood and his aura was being exhausted at an alarming rate. It hurt. It hurt so much that Sora just wanted it to stop. But not by the means of death. That'll be the day before he pleads for a merciful swift death. His breathing became heavy as his knees started to give in to the weight of the Beowolves on their leader. Sora fell back onto a single knee.
With what little aura has left, he tapped into his innermost strength. Tier-One aura. Sora forcefully exceeded his natural aura limit to recover his stamina and heal his wounds. Sora wanted to avoid using this method, but his hand has been forced. With the restoration of his aura, all of his wounds had sealed up instantly and he felt his strength return to him. It was as if the fight had only started. Rejuvenated and more lively than before, it was time to strike back.
With a mighty roar, Sora clenched his hands with all his might and ripped the fingers off of the Alpha Beowolf. The Alpha Beowolf let out a howl in agony as it stumbled backwards. Due to the sudden movement, most Beowolves were flung off their leader and landed hard onto the ground. The Beowolves surrounding Sora began to back away from the brutality they had just witnessed. They certainly were not expecting for their proclaimed prey to put this much of a fight.
Sora stood there, feeling victorious now that he has escaped that black death. Ready to give all of the Beowolves a much deserved vengeful thrashing.
Unfortunately for Sora, that was it. He fell onto both knees the next second. His own body became unbearably heavy as he tried his hardest not to pass out on the ground. Turns out he had sustained more injuries from the Beowolves than he thought he had. The heat of the moment made him oblivious to fact that he was slowly being cut up from the numbifying adrenaline. His aura basically used itself up trying to keep him alive by focusing on healing him. In addition, Sora has never done much training with Tier-One aura. As the aftermath does more harm than good. Completely drained of energy and aura, he could no longer fight. They sealed his fate before the battle even started.
The Alpha Beowolf barked lightly, letting its pack know that they are victorious and now it is time to deliver the finishing blow. The Alpha Beowolf slowly approached the down huntsman-in-training, the pain of having its fingers torn off still fresh in its mind. It was going to ensure that Sora will be ripped to pieces.
Sora attempted so many times to pick himself up. Only to fall back down on his hands and knees. Until the very end, he wasn't going down without a fight. But how can he in the state that he is in? Sora would never accept his death while laying face down on the ground. He couldn't die, not now. There was so much he had to do, so much that he promised. Sora didn't want to die like this. Yet, here he is.
While he was still conscious enough to think before his mind was submerged in agony between the teeth of the Beowolves, he thought back on a memory with his father. Back when they were happier, before that dreadful day. It's weird how stuff like this just comes back in the most unlikely situations when the mind should be panicking and erratic. Guess he's just trying to make mental amends and cope with the fact that this it. Seeing that his time is cut short. It's been fun. Sadly, this is where it ends. All of it.
Sora slowly closed his eyes, accepting what is to come. However, his body was moving on its own, still trying to get up to no avail. Even though he had given up, his body still tried to fight. He could feel it resonating. His core screaming at him to fight until his dying breath.
The Alpha Beowolf stopped only inches away from him, staring down at him. It lowered its gaping jaw between Sora's vulnerable neck to ensure a killing blow.
In an instant, the sound of bone splitting was emitted. What shocked Sora was that it was not from him. He pushed himself off his hands and knees onto his back. What saw next completely astonished him. The Alpha Beowolf's head slowly began to slide off its neck. It fell to the ground with a wet squishy noise. The body of the large Beowolf collapsed on the ground next to the decapitated head.
Sora didn't know what to make of it or how this happened. The Beowolves also dumbfounded looking at each other. All wondering what had happened to their leader. But it didn't take long for their confusion to turn into blinded rage, as they all assumed that it was Sora that had just beheaded their leader.
With that in mind, all the Beowolves disorderly charged towards Sora yet again. Sora instinctively shielded himself with his arms. That is about all he can do in his state. He wouldn't expect something like that to happen a second time. The Beowolves threw themselves at him.
There it was again, the sound of splitting bones. Yet there were multiple this time. And just like the first time, Sora still found himself alive. Accompanied with a gust that forced Sora to shut his eyes tightly. When the wind died down, Sora peeled his eyes open to see a pile of dismembered black limbs and Beowolf bodies cut in half. It would be an understatement to say that he was completely lost for words and amazed beyond measure. Silently thanking whatever was saving him.
The remaining Beowolves backed off. Growling menacingly with fury in their red eyes. Not at Sora. At the new threat they now face that stood between them and exacting their revenge. Sora was late to notice it himself, but standing before him was the reason why he is still alive now. It was something that Sora has been wanting to find all this time ever since the start of initiation.
"It looks like you got yourself in quite the predicament." The owner of the voice spoke in a mocking tone, though good-naturedly.
It was a guy with spiked black hair in a slicked back style. Two locks of hair that fell over his forehead that nearly touched the corners of his eyes, one on each side symmetrically. Both eyes are a definite shade of azure blue. A gentle touch to the person despite the slaughter he is shown to be capable of. He wore a blue unzipped jacket that has a blue hood buckled to it by a leather strap. The black sleeves were shortened in between his shoulders and elbows, and upon his shoulders were metal armor pads. Beneath his jacket is a simple black V-neck shirt. Wearing black pants with blue straps that hugs around around his waist, along with a black belt and a blue pouch fastened to his left on the belt. His shoes were black and blue, and secured onto his footwear was metal armor fit for the top of his feet that was bound by a black strap around his ankles and feet, not completely obscuring the design of his shoes. Worn on his hands were a pair of black fingerless gloves with a metal plating where the knuckles are, much like the pair Sora has. Yellow straps that crisscross each other on the center of his gloves. Underneath his gloves, while also enveloping his hands and ended at his forearms, were long strap of white cloth. Around his neck is a silver chain necklace with a red insignia. The insignia appeared to be of a hollow circular shape with an intricately curved Y in the center. Enveloped around his upper body were few black belts fastened to him by buckles that served the purpose of mounting a large weapon on his back. In his gloved right hand, he wielded a double edged great sword that was taller than him, the blade also had two handles that was separated pommel in between both. Surprisingly, he was wielding it in a single hand with no signs of strain. It gleamed brilliantly with an icy blue color from top to bottom. At first glance, Sora thought he was in the presence of a man born on the battlefield.
Before Sora could collect himself from his state of awe or the swordsman could utter anything else, the Beowolves were upon them once again. The swordsman had a smug look on his face as he stepped forward to oppose to the rest of the encircling Grimm. Three Beowolves rushed in from his front.
"Child's play" His voice held unwavering confidence, commenting on the situation that he is indeed outnumbered and is most likely going to have to carry dead weight known as Sora.
Using the sword in his hand, he adjusted his grip on the handle and had the sword faced on its flat side in direction of the three Beowolves with his empty hand bracing the sword on the other flat side facing toward him. The Beowolves slammed against the cold steel of the sword in hopes to overpower the single swordsman. However, the swordsman didn't budge an inch. He flung the Beowolves off his sword by simply pushing off the flat side with his free hand.
The three Beowolves now catapulted to the ground, hard. Not letting them have a chance to get up while they're down, the swordsman leapt off the ground with his sword held in a reverse grip over his head and downward impaled the Beowolf centered of the three in the chest. The sword itself dug itself into the ground from the force, causing some slight wind. Death was swift. He dragged his sword that is still embedded into the ground, exiting out the Grimm corpse. The cold steel came into contact with the other grounded Beowolf, slicing it in two. He drew his sword from out the ground after confirming the kill with an upward slash and placing the sword on his shoulder armor. Reverting to a signature grip he had on the sword before.
As the third Beowolf was slowly rising to its feet, reinforcements were coming in. Once again mindlessly throwing themselves into battle without a thought. The swordsman quickly rushed the Beowolf and gave it a violent kick to the head. Its head turned unnaturally with a click as it fell to the ground unceremoniously. Never to move again.
The swordsman lunged forward with his weapon forward through a Beowolf in midair, quickly pulling it out and letting the Grimm drop. A row of two Beowolves now to his right. Expertly shifting his stance by firmly planting his right foot a step back. He swung the his sword horizontally and slashed straight through the Beowolves bodies like butter.
One Beowolf thought it was pretty clever trying to sneak up on him from behind. Though the swordsman's senses were keen. He abruptly adjusted right foot to where his back faced and slashed vertically upward. Cleaving the Beowolf in half perfectly. Two halves mirroring each other as it fell repulsively to the ground.
The number of Beowolves within the pack have already been cut down by more than half of what they originally started out with. It was easy to tell by the lack of Beowolves that still stood. However, some of the Beowolves were starting to look a bit antsy.
The swordsman was quick to notice the hesitation from the Beowolves. 'Just a bit more of a push.' He thought as victory was already assured when he stepped in to intervene. All coming from different sides. Though the ones to his front and back are closing in quickly. The swordsman thrusted the sword to his backside, stabbing the Beowolf behind him without even having to look at it. At the same time thrusting his foot into the chest of Beowolf in his front, sending it flying into a tree.
Quickly switching his grip to utilize the flat side of the sword. The Beowolf to his right didn't even stand a chance when the swordsman slammed his sword into its side. It flew in the same direction as the previous Beowolf. Now in a two handed grip on the sword, he swung the sword over his head and brought it down to the Beowolf to his left, literally crushing every single bone in Beowolf with the flat side. The swordsman brought his sword back onto his shoulder armor. Standing among the pile of Grimm corpses victoriously with a confident smirk that never left his face.
By now, the remaining Beowolves were a little under a dozen. Their pack is now unsalvageable for there is nothing left of it. One after the other began to flee from battle with only their lives intact, disappearing into the forest. One of the Beowolves greatest faults; once the leader has been dispatched of, the whole pack just falls apart.
Sora pushed himself from off the ground with a struggle and sat upright. He could not stand up yet, for he is still pretty drained of aura. Nonetheless, Sora was completely amazed and mind blown by the mastery this fellow huntsman-in-training has over his sword. He's never seen anything like it before.
The swordsman turned to look at Sora and began to approach him. When the swordsman was only a foot away from Sora, he sheathed his sword onto the straps on his back. The swordsman had a friendly smile. He extended his hand out to Sora. Gesturing his kindness even further. Sora hesitantly reached for offered hand. So he firmly grasped the swordsman hand, causing his smile to enlarge.
"Looks like you took quite the beating...-" The swordsman lightly teased. He helped Sora up to his feet by pulling him up. Sora dusted the dirt off his clothing by swatting at it with his hand. His only response to his savior was a nod
"-Partner." The swordsman cheekily declared their partnership. That is when Sora froze in place and robotically looked up at his...partner. Partners. They're partners now! They made eye contact. That makes them partners.
"Looks like we're stuck with each other." The swordsman comment in playful mock.
"I'm Rujo. Rujo Arizado. Pleased to meet you." The swordsman, now know as Rujo introduced himself.
In an instant, Sora felt weak in his legs again and fell to the ground on his front. He had been using Rujo's hand as a balance to keep himself up. Rujo simply marked it down as the little aura he isn't able to sense on him, but he didn't know it was this bad. Rujo was only able to find Sora when he used Tier-one aura to fend off the Beowolves. Both of them were thankful that Rujo came when they did, otherwise that would've been it for Sora..
Sora remained on the ground. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to. Well, this will turn out to be one odd introduction. "Sora." Sora introduced himself, trying not to get any dirt in his mouth.
Rujo let out a small chuckle. Yep, definitely the weirdest weirdo I ever met. But he fought valiantly.' Rujo thought as he crouched down to his grounded partner and took a hold of his arm. Carefully hoisting it over his own shoulder. He supported Sora up on his feet again by standing with him.
Sora felt inclined to depend on his partner, because that's what they are for. Though he didn't want to be an outright burden to him from the start. "Don't worry. I got'chu" Rujo assured without having to look at Sora.
"We're partners now. Put a little more faith in me, Sora." Rujo spoke in quiet honesty. Truly, those words touched Sora. Not only has he found a trustworthy partner. But now he believes he has found a friend that will last a long time.
Yep, yet another OC, but this one is my brother's idea. Now hold on, I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm gonna flood the Rwbyverse with an army of OCs. Just these two will be enough. So you have nothing to worry about. Me and my brother are doing a type of collab, and we're actually having a lot of fun with it. So yeah, our OCs are partners. We've planned everything ahead of time, so we'll be seeing this through until end, and I hope you'll stick with us further and beyond.
Okay, seriously guys, stop reading the old version of this fic or I'm gonna die of embarrassment. Convert all your love onto this remastered/updated fic because I am never going back to typing those mountains of words that no one likes.