"Are you sure about this?" A man with articulate bear arms said to hooded one who has a fluffy tail sticking out from under the coat. "They would try to spin it as a betrayal in some way. They're cunning like that…"

"Brig…" A masculine voice rang from the Hooded one as he stands up upon speaking, patting the Bear man's shoulder while the tail lightly wags. "I came to a consensus, and had an agreement. It's time I looked for a different way than just cutting down cultists… Take up the life of a Hunter since I am of that age." He then goes to take a full-faced Grimm mask off a hook on his belt putting in one with an audible click under the hood as the top of it lightly twitched.

"But Fenrich, they're bound to-"

"It'll be fine. This is my last mission anyway, right? Might as well finish off the work so my colleagues don't need to pick up where I left off." The one named Fenrich said that as he walked to the edge of a mountain, looking down over a river fortress, pulling out a pistol from a holster on his harness, cocking back on the slide as the weapon lights up.

"Right… And as your superior, I'll have to order for you to give the mask and uniform back once the mission ends, Bloodwolf." Brig said as Fenrich nodded to that, the hooded one lets go of the slide, looking to the bayonet on it before pulling back on the barrel and receiver, letting the bayonet extend into a single-edge blade, forming up with light machinery into a longer Ninjatō without a guard. "You'll begin once the signaling blast triggers against this branch of The Stars, are we clear?"

The hooded one begins to flourish the blade, hearing it ring in the air against the wind, taking a glance at the fortress once more before placing the sword on his right shoulder, turning his head to look at the superior on his side.

"Crystal."

Enter the Wolf

"So, I assume the transfer of these filthy animals shall come in a matter of minutes, correct?"

Two guards on a wall patrol about, keeping track of things up there as they take a stand at a corner.

"It was from the Herald Praxis's prediction that it would happen, yeah." The other guard answered the first one's question, looking down towards the caged pens filled with people who held animal-like traits: Mammalian, Avian, even Piscine. "Most of those sheep really thought these creatures have equal rights as us." The two guard chuckled at that. Going to converse until- KABOOM, the blast of an explosive is heard through the fortress gate, blasting through the entry point as the guards become alert.

"What- did Is that the Whit-" The first guard tried to utter a sentence, to be rolled up and have a blade stabbed through with ice pouring in from a hooded figure pulling on the sword's trigger before it gets cut through the armor with red ice flourishing out. The other guard tried shooting up the assailant only to have the bullets turned away from center mass as the blade sinks on another.

"Bloodwolf… Hrk" gore spilled from the guard's visor as the hooded Fenrich stood up properly while pulling the sword out, taking looks to the defenses on the wall, spotting three turrets, two being the nearest to him, leading to night blue Aura to flare out from himself, sprinting up towards the wall, ducking under fire as he goes to sink the blackened blade into his enemies, jumping off battlements as mobility before grabbing a grenade satchel on the way through the warzone atop the walls.

Reaching the first installation, he extends his Aura after grabbing it, swinging on one of it's barrels before tossing in grenades and jumping off of it before it could explode behind his back, large shrapnel flying by him to the front.

Landing, he sees more running up while the forces down low go through a shootout through a side-glance. On his front he sees two toting Ballistic shields, four were halberds built into Semi-auto rifles while riflemen stood behind those.

Fenrich raises his sword, taking the first step as holographic reflection of his arm as he takes up a mix of Jōdan-no-Kamae and Kasumi-no-Kamae, making way to use the shrapnel that landed as cover to kick at his enemies, followed by swinging away at the while different looking forms spring out from the hooded one, taking strong cuts at the shields before taking a good stab between the seam-lines of the armor.

Moving on, The hooded one switches to a modified Waki-Gamae, bridging the gap as the Halberdiers tried to skewer Fenrich, leading him to stamp on while while raising the other halberds away from himself with those reflections.

"He's using his Semblance!" One of the riflemen shouted, firing at the masked swordsman, getting good hit at the shoulder pad. "Take that Faunus sc-" The rifleman tried to taunt, only for the Halberdiers to be cut down in a circular swing by The Hooded swordsman, moving up to the Riflemen as if speeding up through a fast forward and lopping off arms before finishing with stabbing vitals. Finally moving to the second turret in front of him.

Taking off the second installation, The Lead takes a recoilless rifle, making it to a good end from the second sight and taking a glance down low, seeing the assault progressing with Aura's flaring on the ground, looking like a battle in a cultural festival. Still… Fenrich returns his focus on taking down the last installation in the distance, so he aimed and launched a rocket at it, blowing the last installation and giving the rest the opportunity to enter as he dropped his The Launcher to continue his assault up on the battlements, only to feel a strong weight crash upon his back causing to fly off his feet brace for the ground…

But that would've been a rookie mistake, so Fenrich spun himself around, striking at the whatever pushed him with his left elbow, seeing a cultist strapped with explosives, bracing the fall with resistance as the bomber tried to tie The White fang member down with their legs while arming the grenades on the body, having a very dangerous countdown to death.

But then, a blackened harpoon pierces through the upper chest, the bomber getting yanked off The Bloodwolf and down the outer perimeter of the wall, blowing up with a new hole, causing Fenrich to look down the edge of the battlements from a crawl. Turning to see a tall, muscular woman with cloven hooves adorned with plating, wearing a black uniform marked with red to match the Grimm mask.

"I take it the cavalry has arrived eh, Mnevis?" The one with cloven hooves reached down as Fenrich took the arm, lifting himself up with the lift.

"Off your back now, Fenrich. Your final mission as Bloodwolf isn't over yet." Fenrich nodded to that, looking to the large tower at the inner battlement of the river-fortress. The
Swordsman flourishes his blade, cleaning the blood off between his forearm and bicep moving, getting rid of the last stains with a flick before rushing off to that tower.

Up into the large tower, The fluffy-tailed rogue rose up on spiraling stairs, energy flowing through steel pipes, rusted by humidity yet still clinging to the stone walls, crawling like arteries together with the spiral, reaching a sliding door reaching a rustic office upon opening it, with a chair-bound old man, held up by plating and rusted wires.

"Praxis, I assume… One of the heralds of The Stars… Good thing Ironwood gave you the boot." Fenrich said as a dusty growl escapes the lips of the old codger, with him slamming his framed fist down on the desk.

"That blithering usurper hasn't the faintest about your ilk…" The old man coughed, about to hack out a lung before he reached an inhaler and taking medicine. "Nor in matters of strategy that he'd so easily rid people that were right to fear animals that would poison their families back in those!"

"Those poison attacks may have been a worse Idea, but there wasn't much of a choice in the revolutionary war, but the rest were justified by the enslavement…" He brings up his sword, pointing at the decrepit Herald. "We're all human, whether we have animal parts or not."

Pipes of colored energy light up, flowing around the Room, The Herald looking at the hooded Swordsman. "If you consider yourself a human so much… Why not rid yourself of the Animalistic taint?" He then points to Fenrich's tail. "Cut it off and you may join our ranks…"

The Mask wearing swordsman looks to the tail behind him before refocusing on the target again. "It's as I said, I am human… I'm a Child of Remnant. Much like you."

"Then it would be a great blow at White Fang by ridding Remnant of The Bloodwolf!" Said Wolf goes for the finishing blow while the old man uttered that battle cry, machinery whirred within the stone walls, with a massive and clunky yet fist breaking through the floor in front of Fenrich.

Mnevis looked to the tower from sudden noise, seeing it crack and break apart as a machine sprang forth from the crumbling stone, colored explosions burst from below with Fenrich holding on to his sword for dear life while a mechanical hand grips at his lower half, Plating shapes over the Old Herald, forming into mechanized armor.

The wolf kept holding on to his blade, keeping a death grip as he looked down to the armored human, his senses going through a swath of synaptic stimuli, but through it all… He could hear a whir from his weapon, feel the vibration within the hilt. So he goes for a two handed grip, bringing the sword over his head.

Uttering a single word…

"Growl."

The blade arches backwards, forming from a Ninjatō to an Uchigatana, stirring with a powerful frequency. So Fenrich pulls the trigger, and swings down, cutting through the arm, getting the hydraulics to ease up and let him go. Now the advantage is in his court, gaining leverage to scramble around the armored Herald, taking steps to parry the remaining hand away from him as they both fall down to the wall below. With the White fang swordsman finally jumping off after assessing the seams around the robotics, hopping on bricks before landing with a roll.

But it was short-lived since the mass of metal crashed into the top of the wall, causing it to break apart like fissures beneath their feet, causing the fellow Fang to trip up and fall.

"Ah-" Over the wall, Mnevis falls only to be caught by Fenrich's hand grabbing hers, lifting her to one of the more stable areas of the wall. "Wolf-"

"Save the thanks, get down to Brig and the others… You need to get the PoWs out while Praxis still considers me as his target."

"But-" Before the fellow fang could butt in, Fenrich grabs at her cloth, pushing her without causing a fall while a projectile flies past the two of them.

"Is that enough?" Said The Wolf, letting go of The Cloven hoofed woman, letting her rappel down with her harpoon as Fenrich faced off against Herald Praxis. Eyeing an exposed shoulder jointing, hydraulic pipes and the engine on the back. "Now where were we?"

"Yes… You are to stand there and be crushed for the folly of your lesser kind!" Roared Praxis, sending a piston propelled punch at the The White fang member, causing him to hop over and land on the fist until The Herald pulled up and sent the swordsman skyward. "If it wasn't for that Revolution, we WOULD have a far thriving world than one where my own children were murdered by your rotten ilk!" The man soon launched The Bloodwolf skyward.

Up above the sun shone, the passage of time was fast and the great celestial orb has reached it's zenith over Fenrich, the glint of his sword shining down on the Herald's visor. "You may weep for them… But they are weeping for you too, mighty Herald… They are weeping for you, in the land of the dead." So said the wolf, pulling his trigger and firing upward, pushing him downwards and slashing at the engine. Ice flowing into it.

Folding the sword back into a Pistol, he fires some Ice shards between plates on the nearest shoulder jointing while the mechanized armor swings at him, the crumbling wall falling further in disarray from the gust of wind.

And with another unfold he, slashes at the hydraulic pipes, gaining ground while the machine clambers on towards him, gaining at a steady ground and taking shots at the Swordsman. The latter of which takes steps on the limited grounds, even using one of the blasts to boost up, causing his Aura to flicker visibly while the mask began cracking.

The armored herald charges at Fenrich, further tearing the top of the wall as if some auxiliary was activated on the lumbering machine while the limit of steady ground is being robbed under the Wolf's feet.

Arriving at a destroyed Turret installation, Praxis throws another punch, launching the fist like a cannonball, causing Fenrich to duck as a reaction only to get shot in the head, causing the Aura to Ripple and The mask to split, making the wolf grab at the mask and scramble to away.

Scrambling away, the Turret gets launched at the Wolf, turning the scramble into a dive under the projectile while the hood flew off the head, he gets up, revealing cupped-canine ears, that of a wolf on a head of spiky, silvery-gray hair. Staring down The Herald, the eyes show deep blue eyes among the greens and grays of the mountains and fortress.

"So you're a Regressor variant, and a freak all the same, now you look more animal than man." Praxis bellowed, unloading a mag from his pistol.

In kind, Fenrich responded by just moving his sword hand, knocking the bullets away from his center mass as he looked straight into his opponent's eyes after pocketing the broken mask. "It's one of the two greatest gifts my Parents left behind…" He said, holding out his sword in front of him horizontally, his left hand hovering behind the blade. The Wolf's eyes look like they lack shine while the atmosphere turned tense.

"I'm thankful to be born as their Son."

"DON'T GIVE THEM ROOM TO RELOAD!" Bellowed out Bear Armed Brig to his White Fang cohorts, providing suppressing fire while letting others gain a flank against the remaining, Mnevis coming in for an Ambush from above, the Aura creating a dome the shape of a stone below her until crashing down like a meteorite, causing the suppressed Stars cultists to get thrown out of cover and shot down. "And that should be the rest of those S.o.H Fucks." Said Brig approaching his fellow Fang member. "What's the situation up on the walls.

"The turrets were taken down as per The Bloodwolf's mission, but The Herald is now fighting him with the wall crumbling." Said the cloven hoofed Bull woman, going to break a lock on one of the cages. "We need to hurry before all of the fort goes down on top of us."

The bear nodded to that, turning to the cohorts. "You heard The Meteor! GET THOSE FOLKS OUT OF HERE." hearing blasts up above and ringing steel, Brig looks up to see The Bloodwolf fighting the herald above, the wall itself being unable to hold. He then looked to the cages, slamming his hands into the ground and letting the Earth grow into his Arms, becoming armor and strength for him to just bend the cages open and get the Prisoners running out, with the agents taking them out of the fort. Still he keeps his gaze at the fight up on the wall, seeing the wall break apart at their great Cat & Mouse game. [Come on Fenrich, I know you have some kind of a Plan against that fucker…] "Ah-" Brig yelled out from some debris almost catching him while spectating down low.

But hearing an Audible impact and a POP Caused him to snap his sight back to the fight above, seeing Giant, extended fist raised… And Fenrich launched like a ragdoll.

Moments before the blow, The wolf kept holding on, taking counter-potshots and sending ice to the joints, or at least attempt at that as the ground kept decreasing with this chase, teeth of cogs forming around the Wolf as he speeds himself up against the bulky mechanism. To try his best in out-boxing a machine that doesn't seem to give in, and the stubbornness of a man with nothing to lose.

Man and Machine match together in countering and parrying Fenrich back to a proper standstill. "Give in, I'm not one to let someone as lesser as you to kill me!" The Herald roared at The Bloodwolf, not giving an inch to his enemy.

"I'm not one to lessen my own efforts-" Fenrich retorts only to be interrupted by a cannon shot from the Shoulder of the armor. "And I'm not one to leave things half finished!" he then leaps up to the turret of the armor, cutting and severing it, swatting potshots until slicing off supports with shooting the pistol off The Herald's hand while moving to jump off the still intact fist "And this should mark your end."

"Mine… Or yours?" In a sudden raise, the fist caught the Wolf in Mid-air, impacting him so hard that a resounding POP, is heard… Causing the Swords man to fly unconscious "With that! Your threshold is BROKEN!" So said the Herald until The swordsman lands on his feet, blood spilling all over his face. Eyelids cracking… Until his eyes completely opened revealing a starry void within them, the cracks widening over his skin while the void flows out from the eyes and cracks…

In mere instinct, Fenrich pulls out curved pieces folded together until he whips it back, the pieces clattering and piecing together into a sheath. Putting himself into an Iai stance by sheathing the sword into it.

"The void of space?! No… How can you hold that mongrel's semblance… Unless-" Before Praxis could even hypothesize, by pulling the trigger and swinging with all his might. Fenrich swing out and split the Herald in two, the slash reaching out to the surrounding mountains… To the point they get split too, by the starry void that emanates from the cut.

Feels like an eternity within the mind, but with a blink… Fenrich sees the aftermath: A split Herald, along with cut mountains, he reaches out for his forehead, feeling that some of the bangs are sticky and the fingers are stained… He got himself a wound on the forehead. Instead he brought the broken mask out from the pocket, holding it to his person as he looks on to the dead Herald. Closing his eyes and uttering…

"May you find a better life… In the next one..."

Landing down to the ground level, Fenrich walks with the broken mask in his hand, the blade returning to it's Ninjatō form before folding back to it's pistol shape, holstering it as he approaches Brig and the others. "That should be the end of the mission, right?"

Brig looks at Fenrich, eyes widened and rushing fast towards the wolf. "Boy look at you! Your face is full of blood! That punch really did a nasty one on you."

"I can endure it, much like most of us with pain…" Fenrich says while the Bear armed man just washes The Wolf's face, cleaning off the blood before applying a bandage.

"Pain we can endure, not bleeding profusely!" After applying the bandage, Brig just backs away. "But yeah, this is the end of your mission. Once we're at a station, you'll need to hand over your outfit. That's White Fang's property. The Rest…" He then places his hand on The Wolf's hair. "Is your property."

Now being an Ex-fang, Fenrich smiles at that, handing over the broken mask to Brig. "Then I'll start with the mask… Although it is broken."

"That's a start. We'll deal with the rest down by the nearest station." The Bear said, taking the mask and pocketing it then bringing his arm forth for a firm, pull handshake from his fellow Faunus. "It's nice having you in the cause while it lasted, but with these times, we'd need hunters more with Grimm propping up around Remnant."

Fenrich smiled to that, reciprocating the handshake along with a shoulder bump. "Will I see you again?"

"Nah, I'll probably die or retire back to Kuo Koana or Gan-Deneb back in Menagerie. I'm already too old for this shit." Brig bellowed out laughing, some other Fang members approach The Wolf after he separated with The Bear, giving their good buys before the big man finished laughing. "Still, hope whatever Academy you got in mind treats you well, young'un."

Some air of sadness does slightly wash over Fenrich, looking at his now ex-colleagues, who've said their goodbyes. He smiles, nodding to that before smiling again.

"Yeah, I hope it goes well."

Vale, a great melting pot of a kingdom, bustling with culture and union from many walks of life. One such works within a quaint bookstore, known as 'Tukson's book trade.' where the owner and the holder of the Store's name, Tukson tended to books while a customer hung out and read at a closed booth. The owner himself going back to the desk until the bell rang with the door opening.

"Welcome to Tukson's book trade, how may I-" The Storekeeper tried to give the seller's welcome, only to see Silvery-gray hair, cupped ears of a wolf, blue eyes and some patches over some wounds, though his outfitting is different.

The wolf is wearing a what could be described as a blue, customized jacket with the sleeves pulled up and tied with ropes, with baggy pants that are held with a belt and military boots, albeit more plated and reaching up to the calf.

"You're-" Tukson was about to call out, only for boy to raise his hand to stop, smiling softly.

"Not anymore, I just go by my name these days, which is Fenrich Silvers. As it goes." He goes to approach the front desk after saying that.

"You mean to tell me that you left? How?" Tukson asked Fenrich, "Wouldn't you be branded as a Traitor considering your contributions?"

The wolf places his hand on the desk, tilting his head after nodding but looking straight into the eyes of Tukson, his eyes losing luster and becoming somber. "Had to take it directly with the Tigress. But now, I'm just a Faunus hoping to become a Hunter in Remnant's most esteemed Academy." The luster soon reappears as he smiles again. "So, what recommendations would you have while The registry period is still underway?"

The owner laughed at that, getting out to lead the Wolf through a few sections, giving several recommendations to the customer. Though the wolf's ears shifted, hearing steps taking off from a different direction, turning Fenrich's line of sight to a ribbon flowing past behind some shelves… Time seemed to have slowed to his perception as he looked on… Until the wolf felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking back to see Tukson looking at him.

"'re you alright? You looked like you saw a ghost." The owner said, holding to a small stack of books.

Fenrich looked back to fellow faunus, smiling and shaking his head. "I'm fine It's just that…" The wolf soon chuckles a bit.

"I'm thinking that this is going to be quite a wild year…"

Oh lord this took longer than expected, still as it goes with process

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