Infinite Mischief (RWBY x Male Reader Volume 4)

Chapter 8

(3rd Person)

The moment (Y/N) made his appearance, Tyrian was smiling wider than ever before... his tail twitched anxiously while he raised his arms wide.

Tyrian: You're the brat who injured my mistress! If I kill you, I'm sure my mistress will reward me for having your head! She might even love me back!!

(Y/N): Hey Scorpion man, when you sting someone with that tail, do you feel the sting penetrate them?

He didn't answer as he showed off his weapons, a pair of wrist blades that would intimidate a normal huntsman. (Y/N) however just looked in awe at the new weapons.

(Y/N): Cool! These are my weapons!

He showed off Pain and Gain before they quickly became revolvers, Tyrian only kept his wide grin on his face before suddenly charging forward with his left wrist blade outstretched. (Y/N) quickly changed Pain into a gauntlet and blocked the blade before raising Pain, only for it suddenly get knocked out of his hand as Tyrian's scorpion tail smacked the weapon away. (Y/N) looked up to see Tyrian's second wrist blade heading right for him.

Tyrian was surprised when (Y/N) suddenly disappeared, he looked to his left, then to his right but couldn't find the childish huntsman in training. Before he jumped as he felt someone poking his back, he spun on the spot only to see nothing and hearing a giggle. When he felt another poke, Tyrian this time used his tail to attack, but found his tail hitting nothing... only succeeding in striking air.

(Y/N): Need to be faster than that to catch me!

Tyrian turned to the voice, only to see (Y/N) staring at him from afar while holding a small fox plushie in his hand.

(Y/N): I didn't say that... he did...

He pointed towards the fox plushie in his hand.

(Y/N): You suck...

He was pretending the plushie could talk as he held it in front of his face to hide his mouth. Ruby and her team watched on with amused expressions while (Y/N)'s team simply stared at the scene in confusion. Tyrian simply shook his head, his mad grin still on his face before he charged forward and using both wrist blades, he only succeeding in slicing the fox plushie in half as (Y/N) disappeared again.

(Y/N): No! Mr Foxie!!!

He suddenly appeared again next to the fox plushie, now wearing a black suit one would wear at a funeral as he knelt in front of the body, sniffing dramatically while wiping some tears from his eyes. Tyrian's grin fell as he just grew confused, before it became an enraged expression.

Tyrian: I thought you said you wanted to fight! Take me seriously!!

He slashed again, only for both (Y/N) and the plushie to suddenly disappear. He kept looking around for his infuriating opponent.

(Y/N): Get him Mr Foxie!

Only to be surprised when he saw a plushie being thrown at him, Tyrian looked over and the fox plushie slapped him in the face causing him to stumble slightly, only to suddenly hunch over as he felt someone winding him. Before he could comprehend what was going on, Tyrian felt another metal fist slam into his chin and send him flying before an elbow entered his back and sent him flying towards the ground.

(Y/N): Thanks Mr Foxie!

Surprisingly, the plushie suddenly came to life, saluting with one of its paws before running off out of the abandoned village. He then turned to where Tyrian was, only to see him back on his feet... giggling madly while he wiped the tiny trail of blood that came out of his nose.