Patterns [RWBY X DEMON SLAYER]

Wild beast

Some time later

The sound of combat filled the area, a teen wielding dual blades was facing off against a boy that could be only be described as a wild beast. He had wild black hair, his face was hidden behind a Grimm mask with several scratches on it, his top was completely exposed with various scars across his toned body and several fresh cuts from his enemy. He wore a pair of pants completely torn up to the knees and in each of his hands he held what resembled the claws of an unknown animal. He let out low rapid breaths as he stayed close to the ground.

Opposed to him was a huntsman in training. 2nd year to be exact, he had been sent to Vale on a mission to arrest a bandit who had robbed a Atlesian tradesmen on his was to the mines. His team was currently recovering from the Vytal tournament so they stayed in Atlas. His blades resembled katanas, unlike most huntsmen weapons there was nothing special about these blades besides for the guards, a black ring connected to the core by an arrangement of semicircles. He wore a an atlas uniform, the gun holster at his hip completely empty. His face was covered in sweat and concern, this was a appropriate reaction after getting outpaced by a forest man.

"This guy managed to knock away my gun before I could even upholster it. Of course the one time I take a mission without my team this happens."

"We can still talk about this! We don't have to fight, I can take you in and we can get this over with peacefully!" the beast's only response was maniacal laughter right before his bare feet left the ground. He dashed forward at the huntsman at breakneck speeds.

"Here he comes!"

The huntsman crossed his blades together, activating his semblance as the boy rushed at him. The blades glowed white in color, but the wild boy learned from the last time the huntsman used this technique. He threw one of his claws right at the man, in response his eyes widened as his arms instinctively moved and deflected the incoming projectile. Such a wide movement left him wide open, the beast took this chance and jumped forward with his remaining claw stretched out in from of him.

But the huntsman's eyes still burned with determination as he swung his blades inwards, hoping to meet his target, not caring about the non-lethal instructions of his mission. He was too wrapped up in the battle to care, he was fighting to live. Each of their weapons got closer to each other, inching closer, begging to taste blood. But then the beast vanished, once his foot had touched the ground he instantly bent all the way backwards in a limbo. He completely dodged the dual blades, leaving his opponent open. The speed at which he stood back up was incredible, he let out a yell and slammed his forehead into the face of the huntsmen. The huntsman's aura lit up and finally dissipated, this heavily cracked the mask and knocked the man unconscious.

The huntsman's eyes went blank as he fell backwards. The swords falling out of his hands when he slammed into the ground. His mouth was gaping wide. Opon seeing this the beast went into an excited frenzy, cheering and laughing as he paraded around the defeated enemy. He instantly rushed for the swords after this celebration. After getting one look at them he tossed his claw to the side and admired the craftsmanship.

"I won! Now I have your weapon!" he glanced at the unconscious man and then looked down at himself. He walked over pulled off his pants and boots.

Several Months Later

The nameless beast confidently stomped upwards with a his bounty. He dragged the carcass of a boar up his mountain. Both of his swords were plunged deep into the abdomen of the hog. The huntsman's pants and boots were relatively untouched but still covered in dirt. His muscles were somehow even more defined and he had grown a whole half inch. Adding to his already short stature.