'Everything Will Be Fine' (Rwby Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Forest Battle of Death

(Roman) "what do you mean its gone?"
Neo looks straight at roman moving her hands, showing that a monster had escaped. A certain Grimm to be specific.
(Roman) "alright alright i get it. Get some of those faunus boys over here will ya."
Neo nods and plays a small wistle.
As some members of the white fang look towards her, she beckons to them to come to her.
They look at each other, shrug and walk towards Neo.
(Roman) "hello errand boys! It seems one of our "experimental" pets is on the loose. Did anyone see any blackish monster run outside their little cage?"
(WF member) "no? We didn't saw a thing. We where at the storage."
(WF member #2) "yeah, what he said."
(WF member #3) "i did notice a growling though, near the cave at the river."
(Roman) "And what were you doing at the river when you are suposed to be at the storage?"
(WF member #3) "i was having a small break and when i heard the growling. I rushed back inside because it freaked me out."

Roman sighs and looks towards Neo.
(Roman) "find it, Kill it, And please my dear. Take a sample back with you."
Neo smiles and nods before she walks off. Roman looks at the other guys and commands them back to their work.
As he walks to their hideouts entrance, he watches the sky.
*the day is coming. I will finaly get the recognition and respect i deserve as the master criminal of vale. And no one who is going to put a stop to it.*
Roman watches the sky and trees for a bit as a Qrow flies of from one of them. Roman staring at it with a strange vibe.
(Roman) "Hmm... that qrow seems to hang around here quite often... i wonder why though."

As Roman watches the sky one of his henchman walks outside and stands next to him.
(WF member) "uhm sir... we got everything loaded. Whats the next step?"
(Roman) "waiting for Neo to return. As we will need her. she is currently hunting a special type of Grimm that escaped our hideout because you are all being outmatched by a girl half your height."
(WF member) "s-she is kinda strong to be honest."
(Roman) "oh i know that.... gather the men and check your weaponry. I do not want any mistakes like the crap we had in Vale's Harbor understood?"
(WF member) "yes sir."

The henchman sighs as he walks off and Roman looks at his watch.
"She should be fighting the Grimm by now. That thing can never get very far in this small time span."

In the meanwhile as Roman stares aimlessly at the forest, Neo on the other hand is scouting around to see if she can find the Grimm.
Hopping over fallen trees and jumping over a few small creeks.
Neo looks behind bushes and trees but can't seem to find the Grimm.
She sighs and sits down for a moment. She has been running around for almost 15 minutes by now trough a large forest in order to kill a single Grimm.
A Grimm type that did almost cost her her life before.
Although it wasn't the same Grimm. The type is the same and it makes her shudder as she thinks back of the Ice dust the Grimm used back in the hideout.

She listens intensly to the forest sounds.
From the wind to birds singing.
Hoping to hear the roars of a Grimm.
She starts to think of negative things hoping to attract them.
After a few minutes she hears a soft growling in the distance.
That must be a Grimm. And hopefully the target she needs to find.
As she stands up and rushes towards the sound it gets clearer and better to hear.
Grabbing onto her umbrella and pulling out the sword she suddenly hears the roar alot more clear then before and stands still.
Watching around her as a large Beowolf jumps from behind bushes at her in a full frontal attack.

She steps backwards and stabs the Grimm right in its face.
As the creature whines and steps backwards it recovers from stagger and lunges again towards her as Neo twirls out of its attack line and slices the beast in half with her sword.
Sadly for Neo, her fight was far from over as multiple more Beowolves show up from the bushes.
She shrugs and dodges a few attacks as she kicks one of the Grimm in its face from the side and slices down upon the head of another one.