Soooo I'm late? meh, had some real live stuff to deal with, mainly work and college, but now I think that I'll have time to write.
Anyway, here's chapter 3 of Ruthless Remnant. Enjoy! (sorry for the length.)
"Worry not sis. This is finally a challenge that deserves my power."
Her little sister's voiced trough the earphone, sounding amused.
Winter was at the top of the Wall when she noticed that Weiss was still on the battlefield, alone, facing the new Horde that appeared from nowhere.
She was going to ask what Weiss meant by that, but a piecing light shone brightly from the spot where her sister was, forming a white column that reached the sky.
"Now, let my army join the fight." Her sister said, her voice sounding like someone who was having a lot of fun.
The light started to fade, allowing the ones at the wall look over to where Weiss was standing alone, facing the Horde.
However, when they finally saw her she was not alone. She was surrounded by seven light blue figures, like spectrums haunting their killer.
Winter' eyes widened at the view, as she knew exactly what spell Weiss casted. Qrow, by her side, noticed too what had happened. But his reaction was not entirely surprise. It was also a dark and grim smile in the corner of his lips.
"Ohh. So the brat grew a little?"
Winter didn't even paid attention to Qrow, her mind asking herself a question that she wanted to ask Weiss for the past month.
"What happened to you Weiss…?!"
Inside the forest and swamp covering the outskirts of Mistral, a group of three sat at the top of a small hill, just out of the Horde path.
A Deathstalker passed right in front of them, not even batting an eye to their presence.
"So, should we go?"
One man, clad in white armor with a great sword over his shoulder and a shield hanging on his back, asked his companions.
"The second Horde must have reached the Wall, they won't last much time."
His partner, a man with dark and pink hair and light clothing, said nonchalantly.
"What about Nora?"
The man in armor asked not really preoccupied.
"She will be fine."
Both of them looked to their young leader. A woman clad in a light gray light armor protecting her torso, a vivid red scarf hugging her neck while a waist cape fluttering in the wind, small iron crosses at it's end. Two folded weapons hanged at her back and waist, waiting to taste blood one more time.
Both of the men looked at her, waiting for their orders.
"But this…"
As she spoke, a white column of light emerged from within the battlefield, and as soon as it appeared, faded.
"… We need to go."
She said, taking her weapons.
The white armored man took his sword and shield, starting to advance to the battlefield.
"Jaune, attract them. Ren and I will flank the Horde and meet with whoever is still battling them."
"Sure."
The woman took an earphone and asked the missing one:
"Nora, how much longer?"
A cheerful voice ringed at the other side of the line, laughing in a cacophony of noises.
"Gimme fifteen minutes commander!"
"Right, we see you at the wall."
"Okaaaay~~"
The woman in red and gray closed her eyes and gave a little smile to no one in particular. She opened them again to meet her partners, the team that had accompanied her all the way to Mistral.
Then, a dark smile of a battle veteran popped on her face. Her eyes, usually friendly and energetic, now glowing darkly as if she was ready to slaughter an entire city alone.
"Let's go."
Jaune, clad in armor with his weapons ready, looked at the Walls of Mistral and started to walk through the bush entering the dense forest.
"Yes Ruby."
Weiss released her power.
She used the most powerful spell that her semblance allowed.
Summoning.
A spell that she didn't truly understand until a few months before, after she ran away from Atlas and ended up in the Vacuo slums.
Until she met her tutor. Her teacher. Her friend.
She looked to one of the figures that encircled her. A man with a long hair tied in a ponytail that ran extended until his waist. His lilac eyes, once full of joy, resembled so much Yang's that it hurts her every time she saw them. He was muscular for an aged person, and fought fearlessly every time it was needed. On his right arm, a gauntlet with a giant blade attached to it provided the attack power that he needed in combat. On his left arm, a retractable shield for his defense. A true war machine, capable of stomping trough any battlefield.
A person she loved as part of her family. A man that she considered her father.
And the first person she killed.
"I'll use you well, Gregor."
The other figures were all like her mentor, people that she had killed in order to survive.
For a time, Weiss believed that she had other options besides killing. She avoided conflict as much as possible, always running away.
Until the day when Gregor fell ill, his disease finally taking his life away after many years. And it was at the worst possible time.
They were surrounded by atlesian robots, sent there to kill both of them. Weiss wouldn't be able to fight her way out alone.
Through his pain, he implored Weiss for misery, for her to kill him, as he was already finished.
He told her one more time:
"There is no greatness in being a hunter. Soon or later you'll have to kill Weiss. Remember what I taught you, no power is immutable. There's always room for improvement."
While she was holding her own tears, Gregor took her hand in his, and made she pierce his heart with Myrtenaster.
After that, there was only rage. She destroyed a good part of the lower slums that day, although she remembered almost nothing of that day, one thing stick to her like glue. The feeling of summoning.
These thoughts faded when she heard a Ursa Major jumping in her direction.
Still, there was nothing a simple Grimm could do to her. The Grimm passed her summoned entities, but Weiss sliced it in half with a simple gesture wielding Myrtenaster in its great sword form, throwing the Grimm carcass to the side.
"Attack."
And the figures advanced onto the Grimm.