Remnant's Knightfall (Rwby X Bane Reader)

Volume 1.5/ Part 8

(Neo's pov)

As the last Grimm pool burst into flames I ran out and made my way down the corridor. Eventually reaching the docking bay where I saw several Ursa standing by a single airship, circling around the aerial transport as if they were guarding it.

Curiosity peaked I quietly crept closer, however as I ducked behind a nearby wall I looked and saw one of the Ursa sniff the air. It growled and began looking warily around the docking bay as the others began to join him.

Well then, if stealth isn't an option......

I drew the blade from my umbrella and telleported above the group of Ursa, raising my blade and driving it into the head of the closest one. I flipped forward and slammed my heels into the jaw of another as the rest of them finally began to notice me in their midst and move to attack.

I cartwheeled over a paw as it swiped through thin air, driving the concealed sword into it's neck and moving sideways. The thin but razor-sharp blade cutting clean through to the bone, leaving a long gash along the Ursa's neck as it fell over, bleeding heavily from it's throat as I moved to intercept another one.

I sidestepped it's paw as it smashed the ground behind me, pivoting on my heel as I drew my leg back and sent a hard kick into the side of it's knee. It roared loudly as I drove my heel into it's joint, staggering it long enough for me to slash it's throat. I withdrew the blade and lashed out again, finally managing to decapitate the Grimm before another one suddenly struck me from the side.

I grimaced as the blow sent me skidding backwards, rolling back up to my feet before I teleported away from them. Giving myself some breathing room as I watched them running through the docking bay in an effort to reach me, with a sigh I looked at my concealed sword and shook my head. For people it was a reliable weapon and could quickly end a fight. But it wasn't suited for combat against the Grimm.

He realized that though and thought ahead, I guess I owe him one.
I thought as the Ursa began to close in on me. With a smirk I dodged at the last second, the oversized paw slashing thin air where I had created an illusion. As it broke I reached into my coat and drew out a large knife, a bit shorter and heavier then the one I normally used, dashing to the Ursa's side and driving the blade into it's chest. Burying it up to the hilt before I hit the small catch on the pommel, sure enough the edge began to glow a dull red and suddenly cut clean through the bone, leaving a long gash running through it's chest. With an unintelligible sound the Ursa fell onto it's side and began to dissolve into ash as the others drew closer.

I looked at Bane's knife with a hint of awe in my eyes, before smiling as I turned to face the remaining Grimm. Dashing under and around their strikes before returning blows in kind. The dust infused blade melting through their bone-like armour and carving them up with ease as I moved through the docking bay. Clearing them out in a matter of minutes.

I sighed as the last one fell, taking a second to admire my handiwork before I sheathed the knife in my coat and walked into the ship. Barely able to see anything in the dim lighting I took out my scroll and turned it on, shining the light from the screen onto my surroundings. My eyes widened as I saw a variety of canisters scattered all over the ships floor, carefully tip-toeing over them I reached the cockpit and looked over the controls. Following what I saw the Beacon pilots doing I hit a few switches and pressed a button before the engines started up. I experimentally tugged the wheel a bit, moving the ship left and right with a smile before I stepped back from the cockpit.

Controls are a bit slow but otherwise it works, looks like I found my way out. Just need to pick the others up first.

I made my way off of the ship and began to head back towards the others, as I reached the entrance to the service passage however I felt a sudden increase in heat behind me. On instinct I dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding a fireball aimed at my head, the burning projectile sailing past me and dissipating on impact with the door.