A/N: Hello, once more. Sorry if the last chapter got a bit too dark for you all. This first part of the story is kind of the origin story for Oscar, and like most dark fantasy, it gets, well, dark. Poor Oscar has a bit more to go through before he can get to the light at the end of the tunnel. Don't worry, nothing else is going to be as dark as that in this chapter.

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RWBY the RPG

Chapter 4

Flight

Samuel leered at the fleeing form of Oscar Pine, burns and bleeding wounds about his face and head from Karen's last stand. He chuckled as he ripped his longsword from her broken form, almost fully severing her sundered torso with a horrific, wet, squelching sound.

He continued to cackle to himself as he swung the blade, scattering blood across the ground as he started to make his way after the boy. He was stopped by Brody as the Chief of the village guardsmen appeared out of nowhere, swinging his own bloodied sword at him.

The mad paladin blocked it with almost contemptible ease. They clinched, straining against each other, before breaking apart and separating, taking a further couple of steps back from each other.

Samuel glanced around as the two stood there sizing each other up, noting the sudden increase in smoke in the area. Curious. Had the fires somehow spread from where they burned the rest of the crops?

Possibly. He shrugged, uncaring. After the villagers had shown their real colors, what did it matter if the whole damn town burned down around them. As far as he was concerned, they deserved it.

He said as much.

"It is well that your home burns, Chief, for disrupting God's work," He stated as he swirled his blade about, splattering more droplets of blood on cobblestones.

"It's God's work, but your own, fanatic." Brody returned as he got into a stance. "The God of Light would not ask this of his followers, nor would his brother, the God of Darkness," Brody continued. "You go against the very teachings of your Order, Paladin."

"Heh, is that so?" The knight said with a knowing smirk as they stood there, noting the length of his arming sword in comparison to his own longsword as well as the man's lack of armor.

The two closed and clashed then. A trio of swings; up, left, right, clinched and withdraw. Then they circled each other once more. Samuel continued to smirk as he observed his opponent, already knowing the outcome.

"Haaahh!"

With a yell announcing them, a trio of guards appeared out of the thickening smoke to attack him. Samuel parried the first one's wild swing before slashing him across the chest and wheeling around the blocking the second's attack. He followed up by bashing him in the back of head before turning to swing at the third as he closed with him. He grunted in pain as the third duck under the swing and stabbed him in the thigh betwixt the plating.

Samuel slugged the guard in the head, breaking his nose as he knocked him back,as he turned and blocked Brody's blade. They clinched again. Samuel looked around at his other opponents before he snarled at Brody. "The Order is weak! Flawed! Were it not for such magic wielders as that boy, things would've never happened at Duskborn! I was there, ten years ago! The Hex-blades failed! The Blue Coats failed! The Red Templars, failed! The Order failed! Aargh!"

He snarled in rage as Brody bashed him in the face with his forearm. The two traded blows twice more before Samuel slashed Brody across the left shoulder, driving him away. He then caught one of his attacker's swords before brutally cutting into and across their torso as he turned to the third. The guard fell, dead.

He raised his blade at the guard as they charged towards him, halting their advance before looking over at Brody once more as he snarled, "We, of the Unbroken Seal, will take on the Order's role, when the time is right."

He suddenly lunged forwards and impaled the last guard with the tip of his sword. The guard grunted harshly in pain, flinching as he then jerked the blade back out before turning back to Brody and snarling, "The Lord Commander won't be able to stop us. The Judicator, and his lineage, won't stop us. That Inquisitor brat will not stop us!"

He swung with an overhead slash at the Chief then. Who blocked it with a grunt. He held back the heavier two-handed blade for a moment before the paladin then slid the blade off to one side and slashed at him twice, spraying arcs of blood.

Brody grunted in pain as he stumbled backwards a couple of steps. He sighed as he took his stance again and said as he raised his blade at his opponent, "Engh, n-never happen. They'll stop you."

"Hah, God, is on my side." Samuel said as a flash of of gold-white light enveloped him. He grinned as he pulled the short sword from his leg and his wounds began to heal. "What about you?"

Brody groaned before charging at him.

/ /

Oscar ran through the streets, struggling to keep the tears falling down his face as he did. He didn't know why there was so much smoke now. He didn't care.

His aunt. His aunt was dead.

"Aunt Karen," he whimpered as he struggled to find his way through the streets as people ran by. He squawked in surprise and pain as someone knocked him down as they brushed by him.

He crawled over to a wall and curled into a small ball as he wept openly.

What was he to do now?

/ /

Brody was panting now, sweat dripping of his face alongside blood from a cut over his right eye. With a harsh clanging sound, he blocked the next in a series of strikes from his opponent.

Samuel continued to cackle as they clashed, knowing as much as he on how this would end. He grunted , shoving away the other man as he heard the sounds of someone coming behind them.

He turned and parried the incoming attack from one of the other knight, whose own white tabard was splattered with blood. He kicked the knight away before slamming his blade in the opening between the knight's neck and left pauldron. The knight grunted and tore himself out from under his sword as blood started streaming down the front of his armor.

Brody turned back in time to block the next series of strikes, cuts and swings from Samuel as the other knight backed away in the smoke, disappearing from view. He was forced back, avoiding his opponent's attacks as much as possible before suddenly lunging forwards himself.

Samuel danced back with a grunt of his own as the sudden lunge scored a glancing blow to his side under the lip of his cuirass. He glanced down as the small amount of blood leaking down his leg before snorting and concentrating.

With another flash of light his wounds once more healed. Then he chuckled at Brody before swinging his sword about, smirking all the while. He shook his head as he said, "How pitiful of you, sir. All this delaying means nothing in the end. The boy will die, as will every other threat we find in this village."

Then he turned and called over his shoulder, "Axle! Go get the sorcerer! We still need to finish his Trial." He looked back at Brody as he sneered and said, "He still needs to be Punished."

Brody growled before charging at the man, only to stop as he was attacked by the other knight once, now fully healed of his own wounds. Samuel laughed beyond as he cursed at the man.

Axle and several other knights rushed beyond them, heading deeper into the village.

/ /

Oscar finally got back to his feet, wipe snot from his nose as he did so. He glanced around and coughed at all the smoke before making his way down the street once more, one hand on the wall beside as he did.

He could hear screams and shouts in the distance, but he couldn't pinpoint where due to the all smoke. He looked up. Was the sky getting darker now? Or, was that simply all the smoke from the flames?

He didn't know.

Eventually, he made his way to his home. The front door was still destroyed, broken into three large pieces on the floor within.

He grimaced at that before gingerly making his way then he quickly made his way over to one of the cabinets. He opened it and began to pull out a stack of tightly folded clothing as well as a green, long-tailed jacket made for traveling. He paused as he noticed the drying blood on his hands as he held the jacket then he shook his head before tossing it on the pile.

His aunt had made certain to prepare him in the event that they needed to leave the village in an emergency.

He quickly turned towards his room and began to throw things around as he looked for his haversack. Finding it, he rushed back to the main room and began to gather the clothes and the jacket. He took the haversack and put it on before turning towards the entrance again.

He stopped as there before him stood a great black beast.

/ /

Oscar had never seen such a beast before, but he immediately recognized it for what it was from his readings.

The black as night fur-like form. The white bone spikes at its shoulders, elbows and knees. The animal skull-mask for its face. The trailing streaks of red light from its eyes as it moved towards him.

A Grimm.

He took a step backwards as the towering nine foot tall, black, wolf-like creature growled at him as it stalked towards him. He glanced towards the door, and the long, thick, walking sticks leaning there on the wall behind the creature.

Too far away to do any good, even if he could somehow get around the creature.

Suddenly, it tensed before lunging at him. He shot backwards, falling on his rump, feeling the rush of air as its long, grasping arms just missed him.

He looked up to find its gaping maw right there in his face. He immediately backpedaled, scooting backwards on his hands and feet until he felt his back hit the wall. It snapped its jaw closed over the empty space where he had just been.

He pressed himself flat against the wall as it snarled and growled at him in sudden anger. It dropped down on all fours before stalking back and forth at him for a moment, the light trailing from its eyes. Then it lunged at him.

Oscar pushed himself off the wall, rolling out of the way, as the creature then slammed against the wall, cracking the wood and stunning it briefly. As it laid there, a slight whine coming from it, Oscar scrambled to his feet and made his way towards the door as quickly as his feet could take him.

As he got to the entrance and grasped one of the heavier walking sticks he felt a presence behind him. He whirled, walking stick in hand, and swung at the presence. The Grimm, as it was lunging towards him once more, snapped backwards with a yelp of pain as the heavy wood struck it across the snout, cracking the wood.

Oscar dropped the broken stick before grasping another, his aunt's. He turned to leave only for the Grimm to lunge at him again, a small pool of black smoke trailing from the broken tip of its snout.

He raised a hand in a warding gesture as it came at him, noticing at the last instance the cracking of green sparks along his arm once more. Please, no! He shouted in his mind as the large beast loomed over him. Then, in a fraction of a second, just before it came in contact with him a rush of green flames shot off his arm and hand with a whoosh of sound.

The Grimm jerked back and howled in pain as the flames scoured it across the head and shoulders. It staggered backwards as the short-lived fire continued to burn.

Oscar turned and ran out of the house then. Once outside he noticed the incoming figures of three knights from the Order.

"Hey, you. Stop!" One of them ordered him as soon as they saw him through the smoke.

Oscar backed away from them as he pointed at his home and yelled in warning, "Grimm!" Then, he started to run away.

"Stop! I said, sto-AAAHH!" Ordered one of the knights as they started to chase after him only to scream in horror as the Grimm suddenly lurched out of the building, still on fire, and roared at them.

Before the lead knight could do anything the Grimm swiped at him with one of its clawed hand, lobbing his head clean off. His headless corpse dropped to its knees before collapsing on its side, blood spurting from the stump.

"Derek! No!" Shouted one of the other two knights before they drew their blades and started towards the Grimm. It snarled at them before launching its forwards.

Oscar ran on, not looking back for fear of what he'd see as he heard more screams and the clash of steel on bone and vise-versa.

If he had, he would've seen a cloaked figure looking his way before it turned and made its way towards the Town Square.

/ /

As Samuel stalked away, wiping the blood from his blade before sheathing his sword, he was stopped at the sound of running footsteps coming his way. He paused and waited.

Soon enough, a pair of knights appeared out of the smoke. "Sir Swan," the knight on the left blurted out, panting. "Terrible news!"

Samuel frowned, "You lost the sorcerer?"

"No, sir." The knight responded with a shake of their head. "Worse. Goblins have attacked the town. And they're leading Grimm. They've already engaged with the remainder of the town's forces."

Samuel balked at that. He placed a blood-splattered hand to his chin in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "It matters not. Continue the pursuit."

"What of the village, sir? The town's already on fire. Civilians are dying!" The knight on the right then spoke up.

"What of them?" Samuel replied non-perplexed as he walked past the two. "They dug their own grave when they chose the sorcerer and his ilk."

"That is not the Way!" The knight on the right argued back.

Saumuel stopped and turned towards them. He paused for a moment before walking back to them and asked as he grasped at his sword's hilt. "Oh? Is that so?" He clasped the man's shoulder as he then inquired, "Well, then, Faden. Tell me? What would you do?"

"As per the Code, I would lead the-Ack!" The man, Faden, started to say only to grunt as Samuel plunged his sword into his torso. "Sir Swan… Why?"

"Because your Code is False." Samuel replied in a whisper before twisting the blade and then withdrew the blade once more. The knight fell to the ground, blood and organs spilling from the wound. He turned to the other knight, who withdrew in fear, and said, "Continue the pursuit. Order Axle to do whatever he needs to fix the boy. I want that sorcerer!"

"Aye, sir!" The knight shouted as he saluted and ran off into the smoke once more.

Samuel looked back at the fallen knight's dying form and shook his head before starting off again, saying, "Such a loss. But that is the way of change."

He never noticed the figure passing behind him. They stopped and looked his way after looking at the dying knight first. Then, they vanished into the smoke like a ghost.

/ /

Brody coughed, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth, as he lay where he had fallen against a crumbling wall. He started as he heard someone coming towards him. Though he could barely move, he tried to grasp for his sword.

But, it was too far away.

He blinked through the blood and sweat to see a figure standing over him. He blinked again as the smoke obscured their features, but he recognized the red cloak as the figure then leaned in towards him.

It took a water-skin from its side and held it to his lips, helping him to sit up to drink.

He took a slow drink, swallowing with difficulty. He coughed, twice. Then he looked into their silver eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry. Should've sent for you sooner. Hesitated."

He coughed, blood came up, and swallowed thickly before saying, "My fault. Lost the woman. The boy still lives."

He swallowed again as he grasped at their sleeve, clutching it tightly, and ordered, "Save him! Don't, don't let this all be fore nothing."

He fell back against the wall and sighed, his breathe leaving him in a death rattle. His arm fell limp at his side. The figure took a hand covered in a worn, brown glove and closed his eyes then they paused there before his corpse, kneeling in silence.

Finally, they stood, their silver eyes blazing with light.

A/N: Well, this has certainly gotten serious, hasn't it? Murderous fanatics, goblins, and Grimm!? Just what is Oscar going to do? How will he escape? Well, at least, he's got someone coming to his rescue.