Through We Endure. (RWBY x OC)

Blood Rays Upon Me.

(A/n: This'll be a short chapter. Ill work on the next one after its done, Feeling good on my Birthday : ) - Oculus)

The air was thick with tension as the group faced Eliot. The heavily cracked and destroyed docks, dented warehouses, and small fires here and there painted a bleak picture of the aftermath of their battle. Debris littered the ground, a testament to the destruction they had caused. The setting sun cast long, eerie shadows across the scene, creating a haunting atmosphere. Eliot, his voice a cold, metallic hiss that echoed through the deserted docks, chuckled.

Eliot: "So, we have the little huntsman, the cat Faunus, the fiery boy. . . and the innocent little one,"
he mused, his eyes, visible through the visor of his helmet, glinting with a menacing light as he surveyed the group.

His armor hummed with a low, menacing growl, the intricate mechanisms within the suit whirring and clicking, a symphony of advanced technology. The air around him shimmered with a faint, electric charge, a subtle indication of the power he wielded. He took a step forward, his boots crunching on the broken concrete, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training. Hadryn, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and determination, his center of gravity narrowed, his grip tightening and clenching around nothing, responded.

Hadryn: "Enough,"
he said, his tone a stark contrast to the calm demeanor he had displayed earlier. He was no longer the stoic warrior, a man who had always maintained his composure, no matter the situation. He was now a man driven by a seething, primal rage, a fury that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Eliot smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Eliot: "Oh, but I couldn't possibly,"
he replied, his eyes fixed on Hadryn.

Eliot: "You see, I've heard quite a lot about you, Hadryn. A skilled swordsman, they say. A force to be reckoned with. But even the best swordsman can be brought down."
He paused, his eyes narrowing.

Eliot: "I've seen firsthand the devastation you can cause, the fear you can instill in your enemies. But I've also seen the limits of your abilities. You're strong, yes, but you're not invincible. And I have the power to bring you to your knees."
Hadryn chuckled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air. His tone dismissive, his voice a mask of cold determination.

Hadryn: "You think you can intimidate me with words?"
he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. Eliot smirked.

(Trigger warning, graphic content)

Eliot: "Perhaps not,"
he replied, his targeting system fixed on Hadryn.

Eliot: "But what about your friends? The little one there, so full of life. Imagine her as my personal fucktoy. I could see her dancing for me, twirling around on her toes, her bitchy moans echoing through the halls of my fortress whilst I rail her. Or the fiery boy, serving me with unwavering loyalty. He could be my personal bodyguard, always at my side, worshipping the ground i piss on. And the cat Faunus... perhaps she'd make a fine housecat. I could see her curled up on my lap, purring contentedly as I stroke her fur. maybe even let her lick the sheets after a long night with my plaything"
Sun, his face contorted in anger, couldn't contain himself any longer.

Sun: "You're a sick fucking bastard!"
he shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of rage and disgust. Hadryn, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and anger, held Sun back.

Hadryn: "Sun, stay out of this,"
he said, his voice low and commanding. He knew that Sun was angry, that he wanted to fight. But he also knew that Sun was not a match for Eliot, and he would only put himself in danger.
Eliot nodded, his voice a cold whisper.

Eliot: "Wise choice, Back down like a dog."
he replied, his eyes fixed on Hadryn.

Eliot: "Now, let's see how long you can hold your temper."

As he spoke, Eliot's armor hummed with a low, menacing growl. The intricate mechanisms within the suit were whirring and clicking, a symphony of advanced technology. He took a step forward, his boots crunching on the broken concrete. The air around him shimmered with a faint, electric charge, a subtle indication of the power he wielded. His eyes, visible through the visor of his helmet, were cold and calculating, their gaze fixed on Hadryn.