This crossover was not made for monetary gain. Bloodborne is made by FromSoftware and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. RWBY is made and published by Rooster Teeth. I own neither franchise. For a proper understanding of both narratives, please view these stories separately.
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Chapter Two: Boars and Branches
Dryad pulls the trigger on her rifle, then watches a beowolf disperse as it falls. Two other soldiers in the huntsman's group kill several boarbatusks and beowolves, trying to clear the area. Up in a tree, Dryad continued shooting grimm from her elevated position, seeing more shadows appear. Even though their advances appeared endless, they would eventually stop. The huntsman lowered herself, gently landing next to her third soldier, responding to them.
"I believe we are close," she said. "Once we confirm what that other huntsman told us, we should return to base."
The soldier next to Dryad simply nodded, while another who is much farther replied through their Scroll. The huntsman brought her device up, watching the holographic screen unfold. She could see it calculate her aura, showing Dryad a bar of energy that was minimally depleted. They turned the volume up on their group call.
"Dryad," the soldier said. "You need to see this."
Herself and the other soldier reconvened with the other two who were ahead, looking at the ground. There was a half-eaten body with drying blood on the grass, wearing broken green armor. Their weapon had also been destroyed, with the pieces near an outstretched hand. One of two soldiers near the body took an object, then stood up. They handed the item to Dryad, watching her inspect it.
The object was a bloodied green badge. This was the emblem of someone who attended one of many places created to train huntsmen. Dryad placed the badge in one of her pockets, while also noting that Ambrose failed to mention this upon being told to identify the individual he saw. Then again, she was not entirely honest about who her team was searching for. Yet, Dryad was not obligated to speak upon every detail either. She looked at the ground, imagining splatters of dark liquid caused by Ambrose.
As if Dryad's thoughts became true, the Hunter was currently fighting a group of Grimm, comprised of beowolves and boarbatusks. One of the latter decided to attack with its tusks. Right before its charge connected, the boarbatusk's face was hit with quicksilver. The grimm's head moved back, their legs buckled on grass. The Hunter pierced through its head with his hand, breaking the remaining facial plating as it raked out from the left side. The grimm's echoing will had been absorbed, with a beowolf being Ambrose's next victim. Weapon halfway through its neck, it died while falling as the cleaver side cut into another boarbatusk.
Two beowolves decided to attack the Hunter. The first one was in front of him, with another behind himself. Ambrose dodged to his left, making both grimm almost run into each other. The Hunter's weapon unfolded, then readied a horizontal strike. As the grimm turned, their heads were cut by the cleaver side of a blade, causing both to bleed. Both fell to the ground, with their echoing will absorbed.
After several more grimm, the forest Ambrose stood in was mostly silent again. This had been the fourth group of grimm that attacked him. Despite having no issue fighting the beasts, Ambrose did ponder on where they originated. He wandered, finding more grimm either on their own, or in smaller groups. Eventually, the Hunter walked into a glade, seeing an individual looking in the distance.
They turned to face Ambrose, once hearing their footsteps. The individual wore the same attire much like Dryad and her soldiers. Except, their mask was colored white, with red streaks on the face. They did not reply immediately, yet eventually spoke.
"Another huntsman, out on patrol?" they said. "Or, is there something you are searching for?" The Hunter did not say anything to the figure. "Ah, I apologize for getting ahead of myself. Those of us hunting alone have enough things to prioritize."
The Hunter stared at this individual, noticing the lack of a patch on their left shoulder. Additionally, the soldier's armor was colored black, with his mask designed like a grimm's facial plating still being the most noticeable feature. They had a pistol holstered on their left side, and held a staff with a pine cone on top. This Evergreen Fox soldier either took pride in hunting grimm, or was a huntsman above Dryad's experience. Ambrose would have responded, yet the soldier continued speaking.
"I, am looking for another huntsman," The figure said. "Did you happen to meet someone with a fox mask? It looks similar to mine."
The Hunter replied, "No, I have not seen anyone."
"Is that so?" the figure questioned. "Alright then, I will continue on my own."
As the individual was about to walk away, the sound of grimm became closer. Now in the clearing is another group of boarbatusks and beowolves. One of the former had begun moving towards the Hunter, yet it was stopped by an overextending tree branch. Ambrose backstepped while a beowolf lunged at the unknown figure. He dodged with little movement, hitting the grimm's hand with the pine cone side, then pierced its face. Next, the object had spun, drilling into the beowolf's head. Despite not killing it himself, their echoing will had been absorbed by Ambrose.
The Hunter moved, unfolding their weapon to present its cleaver side. He waited, watching a boarbatusk decide to charge at him. Ambrose's weapon connected, making the grimm stagger backwards. Then, its serrated edge cut through shadow flesh, with black liquid and body now dissipating. The Hunter glanced at the white-masked individual, seeing them kill another beowolf.
They stared into the grimm's eyes, allowing the pine cone shaped tip to drill into its torso. A boarbatusk right behind the soldier charged, only to be stopped by the other end of his staff. Turning, he blocked another beowolf's attack, with the pine cone drilling through its palm. It continued, piercing into the stopped boarbatusk's face. Black liquid stayed for a few moments before dissipating.
Several more instances of cleaving and drilling eventually brought silence to the glade. The figure stared into the trees again, not discussing the grimm attack until the Hunter walked closer. He turned around, triggering the drill function of the pine cone side. The staff's other end touched the ground, weapon no longer moving. The figure exhaled, responding to the Hunter.
"At times, these attacks may be unexpected, yet not surprising," they said. "You likely know that already." There was nothing said in response, making the individual continue speaking. "I am Satyr, an Old Huntsman. The Grimm are not unfamiliar to me, as you have seen." Satyr gestured to his staff, making the pine cone shaped metal end spin again. "Before I leave, did you have anything to discuss with me?"
Ambrose replied, "Who are you hunting?"
"I did mention that before," Satyr responded. "I believe this could help you identify the individual." The soldier unstrapped something from behind, obscured by his black ghillie cape. Satyr gives the Hunter a fox mask, with the bottom stained in red. This was the headgear of an Evergreen Fox soldier. "If you see anyone wearing that green mask, you don't need to attack them," the huntsman said. "Look for me again. Tell me where they are located."
Satyr walked, then began to glide on the grass. Nearing the other end of the glade, tree branches grabbed the huntsman, pulling him away from the Hunter's view. Ambrose looked at the Evergreen Fox mask, staring at the blood stain.
I know who you're looking for. The Hunter said internally. I will not tell you where she is.
He walked in the opposite direction, now away from the glade. A distant drilling noise could be heard, with echoing will flowing into Ambrose. In front of him, one boarbatusk faced away, sniffing the ground. Their back was hit with a weapon's serrated edge, making it collapse. Ambrose raked out his hand from its rear end, covering it and the nearby area with black liquid. They began to disperse, with the Hunter moving forward to kill more boarbatusks and other grimm.
A boarbatusk that did notice Ambrose moved, curling itself to roll. Before it completed the action, the Hunter's blunderbuss was fired, causing its head to move back. Ambrose's hand pierced through the side of the grimm's neck. The boarbatusk struggled as he raked it out, shattering part of its facial plating. Its echoing will was absorbed, while the Hunter turned away to look at more grimm.
Cutting through a beowolf's shoulder to kill it, Ambrose noticed differences in some of the trees. There were either branches that extended farther than they should, or had curled to imply entrapment. Other parts of trees indicated use of impalement, likely towards the grimm. Eventually, Ambrose went into an open space in the forest, recognizing that it was the same area. The Hunter killed grimm around the glade, ending up on the other side of where he departed.
Ambrose looked behind himself, deciding to follow where Satyr moved. The amount of extending branches or grass made it clear what direction he went. One boarbatusk was still stuck on a branch, impaled through its side. It broke free as they noticed the Hunter, charging at him. Ambrose dodged, then hit behind the grimm with his weapon. They stumbled while bleeding, dispersing moments later. There were a few grimm left behind, also impaled with branches. These beowolves and boarbatusks were killed too, with their echoing will also absorbed.
Eventually, the Hunter saw a large group of branches, keeping a grimm contained. There were a few empty spaces in the makeshift cage, allowing him to see what had been caught. Then, several of the branches creaked, breaking from a dark pincer. The grimm revealed itself to be a large scorpion with a golden stinger, bone plating on its torso and tail. Crimson streaks were on its face, having ten red eyes that had no pupils. Although, its pincers appeared to be heavily damaged, as there were drilling wounds present.
The Death Stalker went forward, using its left pincer in an attempt to grab Ambrose. The Hunter rolled underneath, using the serrated edge of his weapon to cut deeply into its armored head. It reacted, moving backwards as their remaining seven red eyes made faint trails of crimson light. The Hunter quickstepped, dodging to the side of its other pincer. Ambrose hit the appendage a few times, eventually making it rupture. Injured, the death stalker moved backwards a second time, using its golden stinger to help distance itself. The attack failed, with the appendage stuck in the dirt.
Ambrose dashed forward, cutting into its face. More black liquid covered the Hunter's weapon and garb. Its remaining five red eyes continued staring, with the death stalker using its right pincer to counterattack. The Hunter dodged again, continuing to attack its head until it ruptured. Black liquid splattered everywhere, with the death stalker now staggered and vulnerable.
Its damaged facial plating was further shattered by a hand, puncturing through a red eye. The death stalker briefly spasmed, then was forced backwards after the Hunter raked out his hand. More black liquid splattered onto Ambrose and the ground, with the grimm's body collapsing. The glow in their remaining four eyes faded, as it had begun to dissipate. Echoing will of the death stalker had been absorbed, with dispersing black liquid also trailing into the air.
The Hunter watched the corpse disappear, then continued down the path of altered branches. As he killed more grimm, Ambrose noticed more of the local flora warp unnaturally. Parts of both the grass and trees the Hunter saw appeared to be missing. As one more boarbatusk was killed, a second makeshift cage of branches could be seen. Another death stalker had escaped, roaming freely moments before noticing the Hunter. He quickstepped away from its golden stinger, going near the makeshift cage. There, Ambrose discovered a group of intertwined branches, resembling a tall humanoid. It appeared to be touching one part of the makeshift cage that had not collapsed.
Are those...horns? Ambrose questioned.
The branches on its head were thin, yet breaking. He quickstepped away from the intertwined branches, dodging the death stalker's right pincer. The Hunter retaliated, hitting its left pincer several times before it ruptured. The death stalker countered, using both pincers, then followed up with its golden stinger. Ambrose dodged, hitting their right pincer twice before rolling away. Unfolding his weapon, the blade's cleaver side made contact, breaking the appendage.
The Hunter dodges another three stabs from the death stalker's golden stinger. Yet, as its final strike went downward, the stinger became stuck. In this familiar opportunity, the Hunter dashed forward, cleaving into the grimm's face many times. The last hit made its head burst, making it collapse. Ambrose's hand pierced through the death stalker's head, watching the grimm briefly spasm. Raking it out, black liquid splattered the area. Red light in its eyes faded while dispersing, as their echoing will was absorbed.
Grimm temporarily absent, the Hunter looked at remains from the second makeshift cage. The figure made through intertwined branches was nearly gone, with remaining pieces withering. Then, the branches crumpled, now appearing as if there was never a cage or individual. Ambrose checked his surroundings, seeing more extended branches on trees. He continued following the trail that led towards Satyr, hearing more grimm in the distance.
Much farther away from the Hunter was Dryad and her team, yet they were not responding. After shooting a boarbatusk with her rifle, she took out her scroll, seeing no messages from the group. Dryad's aura was calculated, now only at 78%. She also noticed that it was unusually quiet, which made things somewhat unsettling. Her branches extended, tying themselves to another tree. She continued on higher elevation until reaching a tree at the edge of a clearing.
There were four individuals, with two of them on the ground in pools of blood. The third person was held in the air by a staff. They held a scroll in their right hand, failing to send a message toward Dryad as the figure noticed. It grabbed the device, crushing the hand with it. Then, as it tears off the appendage, its staff activates. In this two-way motion, the soldier's hand is completely torn away, with the pine cone shaped tip drilling into their body.
Staff brought to the ground, it continued piercing through, until the humanoid decided to ride it up the downed body. The weapon drilled from the soldier's torso, all the way to their head. Flesh, blood, bone, and brains were splattered all over the staff and grass, weapon now up in the air. Yet, it was now pointing at Dryad. The figure took a step forward, moving their staff back. Then, with a slight tilt of their head, the branch Dryad was on forcefully extended downwards.
Now closer, the humanoid made a horizontal strike from the left, forcing the Huntsman to block. Dryad's rifle broke in half, with the rest of the force shoving her off the branch. She rolled, mitigating the damage to her aura.
Dryad responded, "I know that form anywhere."
The horned individual chuckled, laugh somewhat distorted by their power. After the material on its face cracked into a smile, it spoke.
"You're not going to appreciate this reunion, little sister?"
