The Huntsman of Red V2

Chapter 46 The Shining Beacon (5)

The banner's true name wasn't evoked, but even then, a weakened version of its effects still deployed.

A radiant glow encapsulated all within the battlefield, coaxing from within the magics of a distant past. Power welled within the body, flooding through the arid banks of dried channels, rivers, and streams that once formed a network of magic pathways.

Roaring winds and the soft warmth of the light that enveloped the area gave way to a tumultuous string of varying phenomena.

Blake could hear the hammering of her heart, her Aura flaring from the gentle flickering of a candle, to the raging storm of a tempest. Behind her, figures began to rise from her shadow, forming into solid doubles of herself that flickered with the light of intelligence, all staring at each other in morbid fascination. Their movements weren't simultaneous, or in tandem, but fully autonomous.

Next to Blake, was a veritable inferno.

Yellow strands of hair drifted in the breeze before each individual strand shifted into a fiery red like fire crawling up a fuse. Yang was fully encapsulated in fire, embers drifting around the blaze. Her eyes were a different story, dilated pupils flaring with a unique energy that crackled with lightning and power.

A look of apprehension crossed Yang's face, but no one really noticed in favour of marveling over the changes surrounding them.

Rocks and minerals swirled in a storm around Pyrrha, the warbled noise of warping metal repelling or attracting each other creating a deafening cacophony of noise. On closer glance, Pyrrha's features were flushed; a direct result of no longer being able to contain the passive state of her Semblance and practically revealing it to all after years of concealing it.

Across from Pyrrha, Ector was a different story.

The area around Ector seemed to shrink and crater as if some giant had decided to press all its weight upon a single point, compacting everything underfoot. As time passed, the crater was only growing larger and larger, pieces of debris that fell in, either rising as if weightless or grinding into powder. In truth, the description was ample.

Pyrrha knew that Ector's Semblance was density manipulation. He could freely control the weight and durability of his weapons and his own body by increasing or decreasing their density. It was part of the reason he was so formidable in the arena. Wearing armour was the same as wearing a straitjacket.

It wasn't until a massive glyph appeared beneath Ector's feet that he stopped sinking from his Semblance compacting the ground in which he stood.

Snow flakes seemed to dance around Weiss as she marvelled at the ease of which her Semblance manifested. It hardly took anything from her reserves at all. From all around, spectral figures took their posts on her command, spinning dials and platforms freely giving her battlefield advantage.

A subtle feeling had expanded across everyone; something that was difficult to describe, yet yearned for all the same.

"Attack!"

The hope of victory.

Jaune pointed forward, his family sword in one hand, and the Saint's banner in the other.

"Nora Smash!"

Thunder resounded from up high as an orange blur overtook everyone, electricity crackling from the flat end of a war hammer that struck horizontally on the face of an Ursa. The skull cracked and caved in while tendrils of flowing chain lightning jumped from Grimm to Grimm. Spasming, a whole section of the Grimm's encirclement was cleared all at once, Nora beaming like a child high on caffeine.

The others were quick to follow.

Emerald and Neo glanced at each other, but said nothing as they hung back. They could help, but Emerald's Semblance was for more subtle uses, and Neo was unwilling to divulge her trump card. Therefore, they just absently fired their weapons at stragglers trying to make an escape.