It all happened so fast.
One moment Yang was sitting on the spectator seats, leaning forward with anticipation as two of Beacon's strongest teams were about to challenge the other, and in the next, she was free falling.
Gritting her teeth, Yang thought back to a second before when Cursed Arm appeared with an unknown woman beside him.
BEyond the confusion, everything went to hell from there.
The Vytal festival venue exploded and the systems designed to keep the floating arena floating were destroyed. The blast, heat, and force of the sudden event ejected all spectators and participants through the air.
Worse, the sudden onset of Grimm the woman by Cursed Arm had somehow conjured were all heading to Vale proper. It didn't take much imagination to realize the gravity of the situation once those Grimm reached the ground.
Move!
Yang yelled mentally. She was told that a certain power now lay within her. An incredible power that only existed within four women at any time throughout Remnant.
Lightning crackled around her, the urgency fueling her Semblance.
Darkness was swallowing the Vytal Festival attendance, Cursed Arm's figure blurring as he killed countless people.
"We have to do something!" Yang screamed at her team, but the response was muted by the wind.
Squinting her eyes, Yang glanced around her and noticed the tension on everyone's faces. Even Blake looked like she'd seen a ghost, the banter between them utterly silent.
Yang was the only one who had not gone to Forever Fall, making her ignorant of the threat Cursed Arm imposed. Her impression was built up on the explanations of her classmates and warnings from her uncle Qrow alone.
She was still of the notion that if she could just get close enough, she could slog him right across the face!
Regardless, there was no answer to Yang's scream. The wind pressure was pushing everyone apart, and each had to focus on a landing strategy before they could even think of helping others.
Yang had no choice but to do the same.
Shifting Ember Celica into gun mode, she began offshooting shotgun shells to reduce the speed of her fall.
Near her, Yang noted Jaune raise the banner in his hand and produce a barrier of light that enveloped himself and those near him in a protective dome.
At least those near Jaune would be safe, but that wasn't Yang's concern as she noted the flicker of red in the distance.
"RUBYYYY!" Yang screamed as she noticed Ruby drifting in the opposite direction of everyone else in free fall.
The recoil of Ruby's sniper rifle and the wind dragging her by the cape was pushing her further and further away. Which was incredibly bad.
Priorities shifting, Yang began to angle the recoil of her shotgun blasts in the direction of her sister.
However, goosebumps suddenly ran down her arms when Cursed Arm suddenly appeared in front of her.
"?!" Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat.
She reacted quickly, trying to strike at him, but her right hook was caught by Cursed Arm's left hand before his twisted right arm made a grab for her face.
'Don't let his hand touch you. It activates a deadly curse.'
Archer's lectures and the warnings of her fellow classmates caused Yang's complexion to pale before lightning crackled around her and zapped at Cursed Arm, suddenly beating him back.
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The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
