RWBY (Salem: Dawn)

Well that explains it-

  Chapter 16 (Layric)-

    I bolted forward, Attempting to evade them before they could reach me. They snarled as they gained on me, dammit! How am I supposed to outrun these grimm? Creeps to be more specific, I was out hunting for food when I got the sensation of being watched, I knew it was grimm, so I made off in the opposite direction. As their footsteps grew louder, I Had To find a way out of this, I saw a heavily-stemmed tree and I spotted the lowest branch that could support my weight. The moment I was close enough I made a leap for it luckily, with how fast I was going in addition with, the training my parents gave me back then, I had no issue springing myself a body length or two into the air.

   I latched my arms onto the thick tree branch and pulled myself to the top of it. I composed myself atop the branch, leaning my left hand against the base of the tree. Mere seconds later, I saw the creeps approach, They growled as they paced around while staring at me from the foot of the tree. This part of the forest was thick with trees, I may be able to jump from branch to branch till I'm near home. No, that'd never work, I'm still not the best at maneuvering myself on trees; I'd never shake the grimm. I pushed my blond hair out of my eyes and beamed down at the grimm as they attempted to climb the tree. There looked to be a couple dozen, It's going to be near impossible for me to pick them off, like I have a choice at this point. I pull out my recently constructed bow and drew an arrow as swiftly as I could, I aimed it down the tree while steadying myself, at a creep who managed to make it a few feet up the tree with it's claws. It's steaming red eyes burning me with its stare, I did my best to prevent the arrow from shaking and fired.

   FWWWIP! It stuck right into the grimm's eye. It wailed as they Typically do when struck dead. I saw it's claws loosen on the tree as it tumbled to the forest floor. The sight of its already decaying body caused its packmates to go wild and lung up the tree while growling intensely. I shot down a couple more of them as they lunged up the tree, some taking multiple arrows. Maybe I should try for dust arrows, to cause explosions and such. Ha! As if I could ever afford something like that, I was hardly able to get the metals to build this. Some weren't bought, let's just say that.

   Howling clear as day echoed in the distance. Beowolves poured out from a dense floral area I couldn't see through. Great, they'll have no issue climbing up this tree.

   I reached over my head and into my quiver with my right hand. I only had about ten arrows left, not a chance I'd be able to recover The ones down there either. Interrupting my thoughts, I heard an engine getting gradually louder, which means closer! Out of the blue I see a truck gunning it towards the grimm, or me. The grimm swing their heads around, confused as I.

   The reverberating truck collides with them, bashing some straight forward and slinging others into the air. Who the hell is this guy? Actually, I don't care. I'm in a situation and I think he's on my side. I flick the two buttons on my green metallic bow to make it it transform into its secondary function: Twin swords. The two sword's hilts fold into my hand as the blade forms and I spiral myself off the branch with my swords straight above my head, making me a human spear. I feel the swords force themselves into the skull of a beowolf as it instantly drops. Blood rushes to my head as I hold myself straight up in the air by the my two impaled weapons. I flip forwards, pulling the swords out with me, and land on my feet.

   A few other surviving creeps and beowolves charge me and I manage to take them out with a few jumps and swings. WHAM! I'm struck in the back and sent to the ground with force.

   "OOF!" I let out as my gut hits a root hidden in the grass. I've got to get a better combat suit than these old gloves and this dirty white sleeveless shirt with a couple cloth arm bands. I regain myself after having the wind knocked out of me and I grab my swords, which fortunately landed right beside each hand. I rolled over into a kneeling position to face whatever struck me down. Oh look at that, an alpha beowolf pissed off because I slaughtered it's pack.