"Untie Ozpin!"
"He isn't waking up!"
"Dead."
"What do we do?!"
More and more Grimm continue to appear through the cracks as we try and make sense of the situation and decide that to do. The room tilts around me as I fight to stay focused, firing blindly into the shadows to keep whatever's lurking just out of sight from closing the gap. Chaos slams into us like a brick wall.
"Protect Ozpin!" I scream, getting a hold of myself. "Leave Port to me!"
I throw one of my tomahawks into the advancing horde, the gleaming trail of silver slicing through the air. In the same breath, I teleport to that flying point, falling into the tower's lower level. My [Nightvision Shades] snap into place just as I land on something soft and disgusting. The splash beneath my boots confirms the first kill.
My satisfaction lasts exactly until I realize just how many Grimm I have gathered around me. How many? All of them, every single one of them.
No time to think.
Small, dog-sized nightmares skitter toward me, faster than their bloated, swollen bodies should allow. Their limbs are a chaotic mess of spindly legs and bulbous joints, mandibles clicking in hungry anticipation.
I cut one in half mid-leap, its insides splattering across my wooden armor, and immediately swing wide, catching another and sending its shattered remains crashing into two of its brothers. The floor turns dark beneath my boots as black goo pools around me, each step a brutal stomp that crushes another Grimm.
It's almost... satisfying. Watching them burst with every stomp sends a rush of adrenaline straight to my head. But for every Grimm I obliterate, three more claw their way up to take its place. My arms burn, cuts and scrapes littering my skin like whispers of how close they've come.
And I'm still surrounded.
A deafening explosion roars above me, shaking loose debris from the ceiling.
"Back to back, Babyboy," Maroon sings, landing with a roll before rushing to my side. Her grin is a flash of madness, and she moves like she's drunk on the chaos.
She yanks a small flask from her belt, takes a swig, and spits a stream of violet liquid into the masses.
"What the fuck are you—"
Before I can finish, she sends her weapon into the stone floor. Sparks ignite the trail of purple, and the flames roar to life, eating through the Grimm like napalm. The air is a hot, acrid mess, forcing me to step back, but Maroon grabs me by the armor and pulls me forward through the opening she's carved in their ranks.
"You said that shit wasn't flammable!" I yell over the roar of the fire.
"Oh, c'mon! Sometimes a girl's just gotta spit and make a little mess! Hawk—"
Yeah, no, not unpacking that one.
The larger beast finally comes into view. Its grotesque, malformed body looms over the smaller Grimm as it hurries away. I draw [The Contender] and let it sing.
The first shot rips through the corridor like a pale specter, tearing apart anything unlucky enough to stand in its path. The second shot slams into the beast's back leg, shattering it and leaving a frosted sheen of destruction in its wake.
The creature stumbles, hissing as it turns to face us. Peeling flesh reveals a bare, grinning skull beneath, jagged teeth snapping in furious hunger. It's still holding Professor Port in its jaws, his legs limp and swinging like a ragdoll.
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RWBY - Child Of Light
FanfictionUnwilling to let all of his creations fall to ruin just because of Salem's whims, the God of Light intervenes to put a new pawn in the game. Taking on the life that should've belonged to Jaune Arc, Vesper will soon find that this world isn't exactly...
