Jaune sat on the forest floor, watching as beowolves of all sizes rushed, saliva dripping from their maws as they sought the lone human that they would call dinner. They would rend flesh and bone from his body.
Head hung low, the huntsman had accepted his end, his life had led to this, an unremembered death. One that no one would mourn, after all he was a cheat. A liar who had stolen the chance of another to enter Beacon.
Blood dripped from his eyebrow, his eye was blurry and his muscles couldn't move through the pain. Eyes rose and he gazed upon the absolute hell that was coming for him, the blood that had dripped from his eye then shifted and seemed to shimmer like water.
"I can't die here, they need me, my team needs me. Ozpin said I could return at the Vytal Festival. So I can't fucking die here!" Jaune spoke, his hoarse voice rattling as blood ran in his mouth. He could feel anger, rage, and hate building. The kind of self despising hate that one only built after years. Jaune could feel the overwhelming feelings that threatened to crush him.
It was as if Entropy itself chose him, as if hell itself decided upon a champion. Burning pain seared his flesh as his lifeblood that coated small areas of his body began to burn and he slowly rose to his feet. An usual power came over him, something called to him, beyond the veil of life and death, past the woes of mortality. Deep within the chasm of existential power, the power of a being that wasn't someone, but something.
Jaune roared a fearsome roar, his hoarse voice called to the heavens as his blood boiled in and out of his body, hardening into red plates that covered his wounded areas and spread to protect more than before. His screams continued as they sealed themselves to him and his eyes went bloodshot as pain wracked his body.
Death loomed as the beowolves finally caught the young Arc, claws slashed at the armor that now cased his body, their claws burned at the touch of the armor and he felt something shift, something primal.
The grimm halted their attacks as they retreated, something in the wind shifted, leaves brushed each other on their branches of the red Forever Fall Forest. Sound had ceased like it was ripped from the very air.
Then the blade, Crocea Mors, The Yellow Death, sang into Jaune's hand in a tight reverse grip, his eyes snapped open, now a blood red as he embodied the very darkness that these beasts were servants of.
In a rush of air the blade burned as the humans blood rushed over it, then the red liquid blazed in a fire, the grimm took a heel back as the human approached.
Crimson eyes roved the enemy and as their bearer took a lurching step forward, the grimm charged. The edge of the sword of the human cut cleanly through the monsters, their bodies falling apart at the sheer power. His voice sang out and spoke harshly, imposing his very will upon the world around him. One simple word.
"Stop." Jaune rasped and time seemed to come to a halt, like Remnant itself stopped spinning, the leaves that were falling to the ground, halted their descent, the whispers if wind that called to the trees halted their pleas. Time itself was bound by the word of this human. Not by his power but by his pride, for but a moment he thought himself above the very world of nature and by imposing such pride, he subdued the natural forces of the Brothers.
A single slash ripped through the grimm, and as the weapon swung, time began again and the human fell, the red armor of his body falling apart and his breathing becoming shallow as dozens of trees behind the grimm were felled. His eyes roved the terrain, there he saw a figure in a dark cloak, dark ashen fingers protruded from the sleeve of the cloak, and it rose one finger and shook it. "Not yet Mister Arc." Then the lights went out.
His eyes shut as he collapsed, his power too much for him to bear. But beyond the veil of the world, past mortal comprehension, a force acknowledged this human, applauding him for what he had done, and it spoke three words.
"Rise, My Chosen."
Hey everyone, I'm giving this another shot, hope it doesn't suck. Thanks for reading, leave comments if you have constructive criticism or good things to say, I could always use a pick me up. Farewell.