A/N: Sorry, tried to get this out yesterday. Got distracted by finishing Fort Solis. It's a good game, but I would wait and get it at a lower price. Not really worth full price.

Anyway, let's get into it.

RWBY is owned by Roosterteeth and the later Monty Oum


RWBY the RPG

Chapter 6

Flight, Part 3

Oscar puffed for air as he exited the passageway and made his way down the road he found outside. Whatever he had done in the battle, and flight before that, it was catching up to him now.

He felt weak, nauseous even. No energy.

He gritted his teeth as he pushed himself forwards, digging his staff into the dirt road as he did so. He grunted as he shoved himself forwards, wearily.

He looked back over his shoulder and sighed in dismay at the state of his home. The village of Suisen was gone. Even from here he could see that the majority of the buildings were destroyed, burnt down from the flames that had consumed his home for the last fourteen years of his life.

He gulped, looking down as tears pricked his eyes. He was homeless. Penniless. He blinked and gasped sharply. He was an orphan now. Fully. Truly. His aunt. His aunt Karen was dead.

He stopped. Stood there in place as the grief hit him then. Hard. He wept then.

What was he to do? Where was he going to go?

He didn't know what to do.

He swallowed, took a breath in, held it, and breathed, then he took a step forwards. And that's when the Grimm attacked. The two of them.

Oscar jolted backwards with a cry of alarm as another large, wolf-like creature launched itself out of the nearby foliage and attacked him. The creature's claws dug a hole into the soil where Oscar had been standing. He danced backwards three steps, pulling his staff out in front of him defensively only then roll off to one side as a second Grimm slashed at where he had been standing as it rose from the woods on his other side.

Oscar quickly gathered up some more energy from his hand and tossed it at the two creatures. The magical fire struck them both as they stood there looming over him. They snarled as the fire burst across their chests, but did little else as they turned to follow his retreating form.

Then they launched themselves after him. Oscar whined at that over his shoulder as he tried to flee. He turned around as the closest of the two reached out towards him and hurled a third bolt of energy at it.

It didn't faze the creature as it burst on its charging form. Oscar's eyes widened as he looked into its deep, blazing red eyes as it stared back at him, it clawed arm reaching out towards him.

He ducked down, feeling the air on the back of his head as the claws pass by, barely dodging it. He then gathered up his staff and swung it up at the creature two-handed. It struck it in the chin as it was snarling at him. The sudden strike caused it to close its jaw, its teeth biting through its own tongue.

It threw its head back and snarled in pain before snapping it head back towards him as he began to duck walk backwards. He swung again as it took a step towards him. It ducked under the swing as the second Grimm charged in then.

He made to throw another fire blast at the two only yelp as he tripped over a tree root the two Grimm then roared as they began to move in on him. He winced as they began to loom over him again.

As they reached out towards him and he drew back in fear, a blinding white light blasted out from behind them. Oscar blinked in surprise at the startlingly brilliant light. The two Grimm shrieked with surprise, and horror, as the light blew them away into particles of dust.

Oscar blinked again in surprise at that and looked up to see the figure in the red cloak standing there again, their silver eyes still faintly glowing as they held a wicked looking red and black scythe with a gleaming silver blade. He swallowed at their appearance.

Once more, they had come to his rescue, and he didn't know why. They looked at him for a moment with those strange silvery eyes before they said in a cold, feminine voice, "Get. Up. And move."

Then they turned to face back the way behind them. Oscar glanced past them and felt his eyes widen as he watch as the group of knights he thought he had escape coming up the road. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could without looking back.

After a moment, he heard a shout from behind him, "Halt! Stop there, you!"

He turned and gasped as he saw five of the knights just there, right behind him with their swords drawn. He grunted as he forced his legs to go faster. "Stop there, sorcerer!" The lead knight shouted as they continued to dash after him.

He ran on, leaning into it, with his eyes closed as he forced himself to move faster. Faster! Then he fell again, tripping over yet another root. He landed on his face, rolled, flopping and falling as he continued to tumble down a sharp incline. He landed at the bottom, hard.

He laid there, panting for a moment, before he struggled back to his feet. He winced as he stood up and clutched at his chest. He wheezed and winced again. He might have broken something that time.

He took a step forward and picked up his staff and began to make his way forwards through the woods again. He glanced back at the sound of debris falling to see the knights at the top of the incline. They snarled something down at him, but he couldn't hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears.

He didn't know where the strange woman in in the red cloak was, but he didn't have the luxury of time to think much about it, either. He continued to limp along as fast as he could.

He looked back behind him as he heard a muffled curse as someone fell down behind him. He watched as first one then another of the three leading knights tripped and fell down the incline. One cried out in pain as he landed heavily on his armored knee while the other one thumped onto his armored front.

He turned back around and continued forward as the third, fourth and fifth knight began to make their way down the incline. He kept moving along, struggling as he did so until he came up to a fallen, half-rotted log. He collapsed against it, breathing heavily, unable to go any further.

He turned around and rested his wheezing form against the rotting, lichen-covered log as he saw the three knights running towards him. He tried to move, to get back up, only to fall back against the log, completely and utterly spent. He wheezed some more as he clutched at his aunt black walking stick, holding his staff in preparation for a final stand.

As they came towards him, the one in the lead raising his sword to swing, the red cloaked woman appeared once again. She dropped down in between the three knights and unfurled her scythe.

Before any of the three could react she swung the scythe at the leading knight. The curved blade instantly severing the arm that was swinging the longsword at Oscar's head before whirling around to swing at the second knight's armored torso, scraping a line across the cuirass and shredding the tabard. She then swirled and struck the third knight in the head as the first reacted to his forearm being severed.

The second knight grunted in surprise as he took a step backwards but received no damage as the third groaned in pain as fell back as his helm was struck with a resounding clang. The second knight started towards the unknown figure, swinging his blade as he did so.

The woman block it, catching his blade, before drawing him towards her. She swirled, letting him pass by, as she then swung once more, low, at the third knight as he shook his head charged at her with a snarl.

That snarl turned into a cry of surprise and horror as her scythe removed his leg from below then knee. He fell to his hands and knees with another yelp of surprise, dropping his sword as he did so. He looked up in to to see the woman swing her weapon about for the the four time, then his world went dark.

Oscar looked on in horrified fascination as the unknown woman brutally, and expertly, dismembered the knights before her. On the fourth swing of her scythe, she whirled about in a circle, beheading the knight she had just crippled while slashing at the second knight before he could turn around.

He recovered, turning to face her. Only for her to then swing her pole-arm up and over, severing both and arm and a leg of his on the same strike. Before he could do more than freeze in place she then spun about and swung the scythe horizontally once more, beheading him, too.

After that, she took two steps forwards and placed the edge of the scythe under the first knight's still screaming helm and pulled. The scream was cut off as his severed head fell to the ground. She then twirled her blade around, flinging away the blood on the edge, before resting it against her shoulder with a subtle clank.

Oscar blinked in wonder. The entire fight, if it could be called that, had taken less than a minute from start to finish, and the woman before him wasn't even breathing hard.

He swallowed and drew up his staff defensively, just in case.

Big mistake.

At the slight movement, the woman focused on him. She tensed up and glared him as she noticed what he was doing. When he eventually put down his staff, she relaxed again before walking towards him. Only to stop and twerk her head to the side before turning to face the way he had come, the bodies by her feet already attracting flies as one of them defecated.

He rose unsteadily to his feet as he heard the sounds of movement from beyond the edge of his sight. Suddenly, through the foliage around the came the rest of the knights, Axle, and Sir Swan the Paladin. They paused on entering the small clearing as they noticed the bodies, and the one standing over them, her scythe still dripping with blood.

"You," Swan said as he took a step forward. "The mogrel. We've been looking for you."

The woman shrugged before she said, "Looks like you found me."

"Indeed," the paladin replied as he drew his blade and a faint light appeared around him. "Now, you die. As all monsters should."

The woman in red said nothing. She only took a stance with her scythe extended behind her. She seemed to focus for a moment herself as a reddish light then surrounded her, too.

Swan paused at that before stepping towards her with his sword raised. The knights, all five of them, and Axle, then formed a semi circle around the two, preventing any escape. Oscar watched from where he was, and swallowed, knowing that his life was being decide on the outcome of this confrontation.

/ /

The two stood there in silence for a moment, then Swan charged at the woman, swinging his blade as he did so. The woman parried the sword and spun out of the way, swinging twice at the paladin's back as she moved by. Swan grunted irritably as the white light about him flashed from each hit.

He turned, and came back in again, swinging his blade at her twice more. She dodged one and blocked the second. The two clinched, Swan forcing the woman's blade up and back. She seemed to struggle against him, unable to move like she had before with the others, with her weapon held up in such a way.

"No," Oscar gasped faintly as he watched, feeling any sense of hope leave him then. Then he wordlessly moaned in horror as Axle, and two other knights, ran up behind the woman, drawing a pair of daggers as he did so.

Before anything could happen, the woman suddenly dropped her scythe and drew forth a long-barreled thing, a stick of some kind. She crouched and turned, pulling at a small hook on the weapon's underside. With a loud crack, crack the end of the stick erupted in fire and the two knights dropped to the ground after giving out a pair of short, surprised cries of pain, dead before they hit.

She then dropped the weapon and picked up her scythe once more, ducking under the swing from the paladin as she did so. She jabbed the man with the butt of her weapon in the chest and head before swirling toward Axle and and swinging the blade. He screamed with shock and pain as she severed his right arm midway up the forearm and fell away from her.

She then swirled the scythe about in a terrifying display of skill as the rest of the knights prepared to rush her. They stopped in their tracks, or even fell back a step or two, at the display. She smiled at that, white teeth gleaming.

She then turned as she heard Oscar cry out in pain. He was leaning against the log once more, a deep gash across his front. Her eyes widened as she saw the paladin baring down on him, his blade red with the boy's blood.

She swirled, dropping her scythe, Crescent Rose, and taking up her carbine, The Rose Special, again from where it was looped across her back. She knelt and braced the butt of the carbine against her shoulder. She blew out a breath, steeling herself, and fired.

/ /

Swan grunted again as three heavy projectiles slammed against the back of his head and shoulders. He braced himself on his leading leg as the force from the blows almost sent him head-over-heels. He turned towards the mongrel and snarled at her before turning to face the sorcerer again. He took a step to kick off before he started to dash toward the malefactor, hoping to kill one of his targets before the other could recover.

He grinned as he took in the young abomination's terror and raised his sword to finish the job only to be knocked aside as with a hearty clang he was struck in the head again. He fell to the ground heavily before rolling up onto his knees, his sword at the ready.

And there standing before him was the mogrel in all its unnatural glory. Red-black fur covered the extended arms and legs, a pair of tufted ears rose from slits in the top of its hood even as its eyes gleamed from within while it panted, drool falling from its fanged maw. It had shown itself in its desperation to save the sorcerer.

He snorted and grinned, "So," He barked at it and chuckled. "You finally reveal yourself for what you are, monster." He used the blade of his sword stand back up and said as he took a balanced, "Have no fear. I'll kill you soon enough."

Then he charged at the beast while it stood there.

He yelled as he swung at it. It side-stepped a quick motion, it swung three times. Once at his neck, another at his side and then the last at his leg it extended out behind him. He felt the bright light of the Gods leave him then as his leg gave out and he fell to his knee.

Sudden exhaustion hit him then.

He blinked in confusion as a curved blade then came around his neck. He glanced back at the abomination behind him then. It blinked at him silently as he smirked at it and said, "This changes nothing, beast. One day, we will find, and we will kill you."

It pulled on the blade. A sudden, sharp pain. And then his world faded into darkness.

/ /

Swan's body fell over onto its side, blood splurting from the severed stump as the paladin's head rolled along the ground. Axle gaped at that as much as he did at his own severed hand. He cried out wordlessly in horror for a moment before stumbling to his feet.

"You monsters! Monsters! You'll pay for this. Don't you doubt!" He shrieked over his shoulder as he took off and ran back towards the road, and the still burning village beyond. The remaining trio of knights did the same.

/ /

The werewolf watched them go, making certain that there weren't more waiting to jump them. Her ears twitched as she heard distantly a couple more knights running after the others, their heavy, clanking armor, and limping steps, easily heard by her superior hearing.

Once she was certain that there was no one else she relaxed, sighing with relief and demorphed back into her human form. She rubbed at her head as she turned towards the boy, Oscar, and began to walk up to him. He was still leaning back against the rotted log where she had found him after killing more Grimm, the burning of the Suisen and his flight of terror rousing them from where they stayed within the woods beyond.

Poor boy, she thought. He's petrified. It's no wonder, though. He's been through a lot.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to get any easier, now that he had been found by the Order. There'd be no safe haven for him. The Oder always found their prey.

She was living proof of that.

Still, she could at least help him along for the moment, as penitence for failing Brody, her friend, and his aunt.

She knelt down next to him and took out her canteen. She wetted a loose scrap of cloth, it was torn from one of the fallen knights' tabards, and began to dabbed at the dried blood on his face, looking into his hazel eyes as she did so. He blinked as she did so and looked at her, then his face scrunched up with abject fear and he screamed.

And screamed.

She winced at the noise and covered her ears. Even in human form they were sensitive.

Finally, she barked at him harshly, "Enough!"

He stopped. Then he blinked and tried to moved back from her only to wince at the wound on his chest made itself known again and began to pant from the pain. "Please, he said with a hand raised wearily. "Please, if you're just going to kill me, creature, then do it already. I've run all I could. I've got nothing left."

Then he laid back against the log and closed his eyes wearily. She sat stunned at that declaration then her eyes narrowed as she frowned at him.

Then she smacked him in the head. He cried out with pain and sat back up, rubbing at his head.

"Now you listen hear, boy," she started angrily. "I'll not have you insult me like that after I went out of my way to save you."

She stood up then and kicked him in the leg as she said, "Now you can do one of two things. You can sit there an lament what was your life before until something decides to come along and end it. Be it another of those Knights, or a Grimm. Or, just some random bear."

"Or," she started as she leaned down and offered her hand. "You can come with me, and see about helping you out of this situation."

He rubbed at his head again in embarrassment before taking her hand as he said, "If its any consolation, I'll take the second choice."

"Good boy," She said with a sudden radiant smile. She then turned and placed Crescent on her shoulder as she said, "Now, come on. We shouldn't tarry here any longer. There's a long way to go before we can rest for the night, and I'll brook no change of pace just for you."

The boy sighed explosively at that before nodding. He winced again as he tried to lean over to get his staff before kneeling to pick it up. He turned to her and nodded.

She smiled and started off immediately.

"Hey, wait," he said as he started off after her. "What's your name, anyway?"

She smiled again as she looked back at him cheerfully before saying, "Ruby. Ruby Rose."


A/N: Alright, and that ends it for Flight. Big chapter. Next chapter will be from Ruby's POV. And down below is Ruby's Stat Sheet as promised. The next one will most likely be coming soon.

Alright, Essiter out.

And remember, you guys are awesome, stay awesome!


Ruby Rose

Human Ranger; Natural born Werewolf

Level 3

Medium Humanoid, CG

Background: Loner, Silver-eyed Warrior

Class: Ranger

Occupation: Hunter

Armor Class (AC): 15 +2 (Leather Armor, Red Riding Hood cloak)

Hit Points (HP): 27

Aura Pool (AP): 26

Speed: 40 ft

Str: 16 (+3) Dex: 18 (+4) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 14 (+2) Wis: 12 (+1) Cha: 14 (+2)

Saving throws: Dexterity (+4) Intelligence (+2) Strength (+3)

Skills: Insight (+3) Nature (+3) Perception (+3) Stealth (+6) Survival (+3)

Damage resistances: none

Damage vulnerabilities: Silver weapons deal double damage

Senses: Passive Perception 12

Languages: Common, Mistrali, Valean

Challenge Rating: 2

Special Traits:

Silver-eyed Warrior: Character is proficient with all simply and martial weaponry as well as all shields and light, medium and heavy armor, they have advantage on attacks against the Creatures of Grimm and can use Intimidate to make Grimm afraid of them, this bypasses the Creature of Grimm's normal immunity to Fear; Gain Silver Eyes Gaze

Werewolf Vulnerabilities: Vulnerable to Silver weapons

Fighting Style: Archery, +2 to attack rolls made with ranged weaponry

Favored Enemy: Grimm, Humans

Favored Terrain: Forests, Plains

Special Equipment:

A Mother's Promise: This special, silver emblem grants Ruby Rose or anyone else in the Rose family a permanent +2 to their AC and an extra attack so long as they were it. (Not added to stat block)

Red Riding Hood cloak: This Rose Red cloak functions as a +1 Cloak of Evasion, granting the wearer a +2 to their AC and access to a Rogue's Evasion and Uncanny Dodge abilities

Crescent Rose scythe: This weapon functions as a +3 Returning Scythe in Ruby's Hands only

Rose-werk Special: This weapon functions as a +3 Bolt-Action, Repeating Rifle in Ruby's hands only. She may treat the first Critical Failure she rolls with the rifle as a regular failure instead, one per combat engagement

Spells:

1st Level (3 slots):

Hunter's Mark: You choose one creature you can see within range and mystically mark it as your quarry. Until the spell ends, you deal an extra 1d6 damage to the target whenever you hit it with a weapon attack and you have advantage on any Wisdom (Perception) or Wisdom (Survival) check you make to find it

Searing Smite: The next time you hit a creature with a melee weapon attack during the spell's duration, your weapon flares with white-hot intensity, and the attack deals an extra 1d6 fire damage to the target.

Actions (Three attacks):

Crescent Rose:melee weapon, range 10ft, +7 to attack, 2d4 damage, piercing/slashing

Rose-werk Special: ranged weapon, range 300ft, +8 to attack, 2d8 damage, piercing/bludgeoning, Critical x4, Internal Magazine holds 5 rounds, plus 1 in chamber

Silver eyes Gaze: Range, 90ft cone. Target(s) must be Grimm sub-type, if target's CR is equal or lower than the character's Level they must succeed a DC20 Will save or be destroyed outright, otherwise they must make a DC15 Will save or be petrified. Target may make a new Will save per round to break free of Petrification, if they fail then they are permanently Petrified. The DC increases by 2 per round.

Werewolf Traits: In Hybrid form Ruby gains a +2 to her Str and Dex, heals 5pt per round as long as she hasn't been hit by a silver weapon, gains advantage on Perception (Smell), gains a primary bite and Claw multi-attack.