Through We Endure. (RWBY x OC)

. . .Unbroken!

Hadryn's voice echoed across the battlefield, a deep timbre laden with loathing for the Death Stalker.

Hadryn: "But it's time we Slaughter the Deathstalker,"
he declared, his words a call to arms that resonated with the tales of old, where heroes rose to slay monsters that were the stuff of nightmares. Pyrrha, her lineage tracing back to the great warriors of Mistral, responded with a warrior's resolve.

Pryyha: "Done!"
she exclaimed, her shield raised high. With the might of her ancestors, she hurled it like a discus, severing the stinger and sending it crashing into the Death Stalker's head. The shield returned to her, as if guided by the spirits of a thousand battles past. Jaune, ever the heart of the team, rallied Nora with a command that carried the weight of their shared history.

Juane: "Nora, nail it!"
Nora, whose very name was a saga sung of the thunderous crash of hammers, leapt with a cry of

Nora: "Heads up!"
Her ascent was nearly halted by a massive pincer, but Hadryn's greatsword sang through the air—a melody of steel and strength—slicing off the pincer. Nora glanced back to see Hadryn, hunched like a knight of legends, his sword thrown with the force of his unyielding will, landing near the Deathstalker.

Hadryn: "Kill it!"
Hadryn's command was not just a battle cry, nor was it an echo of the countless Grimm felled by the hands of those who stood against the darkness. It was hate. The desire only to kill.

With this, Nora's ascent continued, her smile a beacon of defiance. She twirled, her hammer descending with the fury of a storm, driving the stinger through the Death Stalker's head, shattering the bridge as if it were the chains of fate itself.

Jaune and Pyrrha, their movements a dance of survival, leapt over the beast to safety. Nora, propelled by the force of her own attack, landed with a thud, while Ren, the silent warrior, walked over, his exhaustion a testament to their ordeal. They rose, united, to witness the Nevermore besieged by a hail of firepower, each shot a thunderous cackle that echoed in the valleys

Yang's battle cry tears through the air, a defiant challenge to the Nevermore.

Yang: "I! Hope! You're! Hung!-gry!"
Each word punctuated by the blast of her gauntlets, Ember Celica.  Blasting a large gorey hole in the esophagus of the giant avian nightmare, She felt the pressure increasing with the Nevermore about to snap its beak shut.

She maneuvers with the agility of a seasoned Huntress, her fiery hair a stark contrast against the creature's dark form. With a daring leap, she evades its gaping maw, her actions causing the beast to collide with the cliffs in a shower of debris that cascaded down into the fog below

The Nevermore, resilient as the darkest tales foretold, recovers with a speed that belies its size.
Seemingly blurring in the sky and shaking the air at its passage, Yang's grin is undeterred as she witnesses Ruby and Blake's steadfast presence amidst the ruins, with Weiss swiftly joining the fray. The Nevermore attempts to ascend higher into the sky, but Weiss, with the elegance of a Schnee, bounds towards it. She executes a flawless snowflake-circle jump, her semblance freezing the creature's tail to the earth, a masterful display of her glyph's power.

Meanwhile, Hadryn's approach is a spectacle of otherworldly prowess. He dashes towards his greatsword, his movements shrouded in black mist as he performs an arcane gesture. His form dissolves into a creeping shadow that crawled with haste amonst the blades of grass, a black mist enveloping him, reminiscent of Stories he had read of ancient legends of warriors who walked between battlefields, The greatsword, now an extension of the shadow, vanishes with him.

A trail of obsidian smoke marks his passage. Hadryn's leap is a blur, a dance across the bridge that defies human limits, his ascent from pillar to pillar a testament to his knightly heritage. He lands beside Ruby, the smoke dissipating from his armor, revealing the warrior once more, crouched and ready, his greatsword a silent promise of protection and strength.