Servants in Remnant

Reunions

"C'mon Renny! I think I heard people over here!"

"Nora! Wait! Chasing after sounds of fighting in the forest is NOT something that we should be doing!"

Nora Valkyrie only pauses briefly, "But what if they need help? Then we could swoop in and save them! Like knights in armor!"

Lie Ren slowly catches up with her, breathing heavily before replying. "We don't know that though, and we're not Huntsmen yet! We've just barely submitted our application to Beacon. If the situation is bad, then jumping in without thinking about it will end badly for us."

Nora looked down sadly. "I know, but..." She looks at him with big eyes. "I can't leave knowing that we might have saved somebody from the Grimm..."

Ren looked at her for a few seconds before giving in. "Ok Nora, how about we get closer and see what the situation is, and then make a decision, ok?"

"YES! I knew you would agree with me!" Nora leapt up and gave Ren a crushing hug. "Let's hurry and save the damsels in distress!"

And with that, Nora took off with Ren over her shoulder. Ren just lay there, recovering from her hug. He had known her for a long time, but that hadn't made him immune to Nora's style of affection just yet.

How long had he searched?

He parried an attack, quickly countering the claws and ripping into the side of a nightmarish boar.

How many battlefields had he traveled for this moment?

He threw his blades and quickly traced some more, not even looking to see if the prior blades had found their targets.

He no longer cared. Being with her here, right now? That made it all worth it.

He quickly traced a barrage of nameless blades and fired them off, giving both of them some breathing room for a bit.

Years before, his priorities had changed. Before, he would be helpful and gave a helping hand to everybody for its sake alone. After he had met her and, more importantly, after she had disappeared from his sight, it had changed slightly. From then on he strived endlessly to be worthy of her.

As he dodged the tusks of another ghoulish creature, he twisted to see her out of the corner of his eye. He knew that she was capable, more so than even he was, but he still worried after her. Just as he knew that she worried after him. And so, on this battleground of fell beasts, they danced.

He used to be hopeless at fighting. She had started training him after a foolish action on his part. He had gotten much better since then. And now, even though they hadn't fought together in so very long, their actions flowed together.

Sometimes his swords would complement her attacks, protecting her back and shifting alongside of her as she moved. Other times, his storm of swords are what guided her, creating openings for her to unleash her powerful attacks.

Back and forth they moved, with utmost faith in each other.

Before, he was too weak, and he held her back despite his own desires. Now, after years of hard work and effort, he was finally able to stand besides her and work with her, to fulfill the oath that he had made to her.

He was her sword, and she was his sheath.

The swords inside of him stirred. Just as he was her sword, he considered all of the swords within him to be at her disposal as well. Even though he and they were weaker at the moment, he would do whatever it took to ensure that she survived. Just as he was aware that she would do the same for him.