The Soul Forged Hunter

[V1E4]One Night In Vale

[893 word fight scene up ahead]

The Ebony Crown zooms through the night streets of Vale. Sitting atop it, illuminated by the pale shattered moon, were Y/n and Blake. Her hands wrapped around the teen as they speed towards Junior's. "Tell me again why you're wearing that," Blake spoke as Y/n pulled into a back alley about two blocks away from the club.

Our protagonist was wearing a grey long sleeved uniform that reached down to his thighs. A gold accent running along right half the uniform with hexagons branching out from the bottom with a simple black accent running down the other. He wore simple black pants, black boots with golden soles, and a black cloak with the same golden hexagonal pattern opposite of the uniform pattern. Interestingly, the cloak ended around the top in a series of synthetic Nevermore feathers. "Like it," he asked as he hopped off the bike and offered his hand to help her off, "Neon recommended I wear it. In case we need to cross the club floor I'd blend in as one of the fancier club goers. It's an updated variant of an outfit I used to wear in Atlas before I got my aura."

"Neon huh? Who's she," she replied as she took his hand and got off his motorcycle.

"A cat Faunus like you," He flashed a smile as he headed towards the fire escape ladder and started climbing up with Blake following suit. "Neon is my best friend and honestly only person I could stand being around in Atlas. Well there's two others but they're uhhh unique cases I'd say." The teen hops up onto the roof of the building.

Blake pulled herself up and looked to Y/n, "How so?"

"Hated conforming in their schools so I dipped out," he began explaining as the two hopped across the buildings to reach Junior's roof top. "Seeing as I didn't have parents and I lived on campus... needed to find a way to make ends meet. As you can guess by my personality..." he stops at the edge of a building to get a look at the back of the night club, "I turned to mercenary work."

Blake came to a stand still and began observing the club. The back was in the alley between the two buildings and no guards where visible on the outside. Not that either of them were expecting it for a night club being used as a front. "How old were you?"

"Bout fifteen or so," he answered as he hopped down and checked to see if the door was locked. Seeing as it was he produced a sledgehammer, "Oh! Don' ask who those two people are by the way. They're actually part of my super secret backstory only meant to be told to be told during a bonding moment," he finished as he smashed the sledgehammer onto the door handle. He then opened the door now that it was busted.

Blake rolls her eyes as Y/n holds the door open for her. The two enter the back halls and begin searching for Junior's office. Along the way Blake uses her skills to knock down any goon that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. While she did so, Y/n took his time to study her moves and after some time joined in with the stealth takedowns though his technique was still a bit too brutal in classic Y/n style. Eventually they found their way to the office room on the second floor. The two enter and are met with the sight of a rather plain room.

There was a desk, a couch, two chairs flanking it, and a coffee table. There was also a painting of a small boy and a much older man standing together set behind the desk. "You think he hides his safe behind the painting like in those cartoons," Y/n asked as he looked to Blake.

"That's a pretty normal thing to do Y/n," she replied as she walked up to the piece and gently plucked it off the wall. Sure enough the safe was right behind it. Blake took one look of the safe's keypad before side eyeing Y/n, "You said your semblance lets you move your aura around yeah?"

Y/n nodded as he approached her, "There's a maximum distance and the more I extend out from me the less I have on my person yeah."

Blake pointed to the seams in the safe door where it'd open, "Think you can slip it in and cut off the metal bars keeping the door in place?"