3,011v.4 Beta: ErenJaeger17, Sir Attlich, ssjSega
Winter Schnee stood in the middle of the Atlesian bullhead as she and the nine heavily armed seated Marines, each one of them outfitted with their own suit of sealed power armor, watched the footage of the entity dubbed the 'Grimm Marine' who ripped the head of a struggling, howling Beowolf and discarding it a moment later to raise his shotgun and fired an explosive shot from said shotgun into the chest of another Grimm, ducking aside as it's smoking form landed on the ground. The Marine then put his foot down on its neck and blasted its head clean off with a direct shotgun blast.
Winter swallowed lightly, "This footage cannot be real, sir."
"It is very real, Specialist Schnee," her direct superior General Ironwood replied. " The footage was later analyzed and it confirmed that he does not possess an Aura or utilize Dust infused weaponry, while managing to eliminate at least twenty Grimm. We attempted to make contact after that... but he proved to be hostile." The footage skipped to show an entire troop of Atlesian Soldiers approaching him with his back turned while facing the dissipating Grimm corpses. Winter gritted her teeth as one soldier tapped him on the shoulder and received an armored elbow that smashed through his helmet and knock him down before throwing a right jab at another soldier, hitting him the kidneys right before he was piled on by the entire Atlesian squad. "He was supposed to be held for a few more days of examination before being transported to Atlas for more…extensive study, before the White Fang showed up at the site."
"'Extensive', sir?" Winter queried.
"That is not your concern for the moment, Specialist," Ironwood said sternly. "Your orders are to secure and extract him. By force if necessary."
"You make it sound like that's inevitable, sir."
"Are you saying that you can't handle him if he decides he doesn't want to be willingly taken to safety, Schnee?" Ironwood asked.
Winter frowned - she never liked anyone doubting her ability to do her job, General or else. "I can handle him if the situation calls for it." she replied confidently. "Sir."
"I have complete confidence in you, Specialist," Ironwood said. "Ironwood out."
The live feed window of Ironwood disappeared from the corner of the monitor, leaving Winter to stare at the paused footage of the Grimm Marine amidst the Atlesian soldiers who were restraining him at the time.
"So... no Aura, no Dust and he somehow kills a dozen Grimm - that's something unheard of in recent history." the Marine Sergeant stated, his voice distorted by the radio in his sealed helmet. "That would be someone we really want on our side, ma'am."
Winter looked over her shoulder and stared icily at the Sergeant. Indicating the scope, long-barreled rifle he had in his hands she stated, "Be ready with the vortex rifle if I can't persuade him to come quietly, Sergeant." She narrowed her eyes when she noticed the rifle's current setting, "And keep it on stun. We need him alive."
"Yes ma'am," the Sergeant replied.
The bullhead suddenly shook as if something bumped into it, nearly knocking Winter and everybody else off their feet.
"Pilot, what just hit us?" Winter demanded.
"A whole murder of Nevermore just flew right past us, ma'am."
The Marines held their weapons tighter. Winter reached for the hilt of her saber, Myrtenhain.
"We have Grimm? Here?!"
"…uh, portside. You might want to take a look for yourself," the pilot sounded nervous over the communication line. "We got Grimm all over us!"
As she opened the bullhead's side door, Winter had to restrain herself from double taking the fact that they (her bullhead and the four others that were flanking her) were literally flying in the middle of a flock of Nevermores. However, the avian Grimm ignored the Atlesians, as did the rampaging packs of Beowolves tearing through the forest they were flying over. The Marine Sergeant stepped up beside the Specialist to get a better view at the unusual sight.
"T-this is impossible..." Winter grounded out.
"They're ignoring us? Are they heading our way?" the Sergeant asked.
Winter's eyes widened when she realized that they actually were heading their way - towards the secret facility where the Grimm Marine was being held. 'He's…attracting them?' the alarming thought came to her, but was quickly enough dismissed with a frown. 'No. No human can experience negativity so intense it would attract this many Grimm.' She blinked
'Just what exactly are we dealing with here?'
Closing the bullhead's door Winter ordered, "Pilot, get us faster there! We have to apprehend the target before the Grimm overwhelm him first!"
"Roger that, ma'am. Hold onto something, this ride is gonna get a little bumpy…"
(RWBY)
Reawakening II:
Kneecapped With A High-Powered Energy Pistol
So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.
- Corrax Entry 7:17
(RWBY)
Amidst cheers and shouts of encouragement from his men sparks went flying around as Adam went on the offensive, drawing Wilt and connecting with the Slayer's – Lieutenant Marlow's - chainsaw, pulling back to strike at him from a different angle. The Slayer moved his feet to avoid Adam's thrust before parrying with the chainsaw with one hand on the handle, throwing Adam off and knocking him back. Adam snarled and followed up with a series of quickdraw strikes, but to the Slayer it looked like he was warping in and out of existence as he blocked each of his attacks with the heavy chainsaw.
'This monster can actually wield that tool like an actual sword?' Adam thought, perturbed by the Marine-looking bastard's strength and how he easily wield it without relying on the fore-grip. Even Marlowe strains himself to swing it.
The Slayer grimaced as the bull Faunus kept him on the defensive. 'He's too fast', came the Slayer's blunt mental analysis of the situation.
'Way too fast.'
++ Sidestep left. ++
The Slayer blinked in surprise. Hearing that voice of his comm the Slayer instinctively moved his feet and veered left, resulting in Adam's thrusting his sword into thin air and leaving the bull Faunus wide open to a counter strike. The Slayer swung his chainsaw upward, hitting him just below the left shoulder, sending him flying. Adam righted himself up in midair and landed on one knee, gritting his teeth in obvious pain as his Aura shimmered lightly.
++ Upon further analysis of this target I hypothesize that he appears to be protected by an active force of some undeterminable origin that shields him from the brunt of your physical attacks. More data is required for-++
The Slayer blinked as he saw a familiar symbol on its HUD accompanied by its name, "VEGA?"
++ I am VEGA. Sentient Intelligence created by Union Aerospace Corporation formerly assigned to Mars-++
"How?"
++ Please be more specific with your query. ++
The Slayer exasperatedly growled, "How?!"
"What did you just say?!" Adam exclaimed. "Who are you talking to?"
++ I am currently being run by the operating system in your Praetor Suit through the AI backup you saved during your excursion to the AI core on Mars. I am able to function off the Argent energy reserves in your suit. ++ the Slayer actually had forgotten he had done so. ++I have been analyzing the attack patterns of your current opponent – his fighting style, body movements and use of armaments. He relies on speed and his active force appears to be able to augment his strikes. I can provide you with tactical - move right. ++
The Slayer veered right to avoid the slash, Wilt managing to slice across his chest plating, cutting into the steel but thankfully not deep enough to draw blood. The Slayer attempted to counter, but Adam danced around his swing and delivered several more slices across his waist and his back - again, cutting the metal only and not flesh. The forces of Adam's blows were strong enough to knock him back and nearly stagger him. The Slayer looked down at his plating and blinked, remembering that the armor had been hell-forged and was supposed to be nearly impervious to anything. Nearly being the keyword in this case. Adam swung his sword above his head and leveled it at the Slayer, sporting a smirk on his face.
"Can't keep up, murderer?" Adam asked. "Don't feel bad. No one can." Looking at his sword he realized he hadn't drawn blood and frowned, "What the hell is that armor made out of?"
"…"
"No need to answer, then." Adam leveled Wilt straight at him. "Won't take me long to open you up and see if the meat's still fresh-" he was cut off when he suddenly felt himself parrying several heavy blows. He attempted to warp in behind the Slayer and thrust Wilt right through his back…
++ Six o'clock parry. ++
…the Slayer spun around and raised his right hand to bat away Adam's sword, successfully throwing him off balance. Adam snarled and somersaulted backwards to avoid an uppercut, dropping Wilt in the process. Drawing Blush he fired away as he landed back on his feet, the Slayer charging forward and swinging the chainsaw to deflect the shots, but managing to catch one in the shoulder which staggered him. Adam ducked and rolled under his swing, scooping Wilt back up in his hands. The Slayer drew his EMG pistol and fired, but Adam ducked and weaved around his shots, while the other White Fang grunts ducked for cover as well as the two of them shot at one another.
++ Fire in 3 seconds…here. ++
VEGA put up a target indicator on his HUD and the Slayer fired at the indicated position, the shot hitting Adam in the shoulder. Adam was halted in his tracks long enough for the Slayer to charge forward and slash him across the chest, the chainsaw's teeth cutting away at his Aura before the Slayer's strength sent him flying once again, while landing face first onto the concrete floor.
"Grgh…dammit!" Adam cursed out loud. As he lifted his head off the ground, Taurus looked over his shoulder at the Slayer hatefully. 'Bastard predicted my moves, guess there's a brain somewhere in his head.' His grip tightened on Wilt to the point of chaffing as Adam got right back up. Sheathing Wilt back into Blush he turned to his lackeys and barked, "Buy me some time."
"RIGHT!"
The bellowing of the Faunus drowned the chainsaw's growl as they charged him. The Slayer growled, hating the fact that he was put on the defensive once again as he guarded against their blades. Double-jumping backwards he managed to gain some ground away from the Faunus, immediately firing multiple charged shots at the White Fang shooters, blowing arms and legs off as their Auras cracked. He gritted his teeth as he swung his chainsaw with one hand as he carved the more stab-happy White Fang in half, which resulted in them exploding like blood-filled balloons.
He looked straight ahead and noticed the details on the bull Beastman's body were glowing red.
++ Opposition appears to be drawing a combination of kinetic, radiant, and gravitational energies towards his active force, possibly to be channeled through his weapon. Caution is advised. ++
As blood, bones and various other pieces of White Fang mooks continued raining down the battlefield, the Slayer charged towards Adam, bowling over several more terrorists, bringing his chainsaw back as he prepared to slice Adam's head in to. The White Fang leader in question smirked. The Slayer thought he saw all the color around him suddenly drain. His vision was suddenly bombarded by red and he instinctively raised his arm. He felt the blade slice through the armor plating in his arm and cut into his flesh. The red gradually faded from his vision.
Adam's smirk quickly morphed into a look of abject surprise and denial. He had only barely sunk Wilt into the Slayer's arm plating. And judging from that small amount of blood leaking from where the armor was rent - Adam had only managed to inflict a minor flesh wound on the Slayer. Taurus blinked stupefied, before struggling to put Wilt back but found that the sword was stuck in the Slayer's armor.
Adam gritted his teeth, "What!?"
"Hell-forged plating," the Slayer replied. "Dickhead."
"Hell? Dickhead?!" With his free hand Adam drew Blush and levelled it at the Slayer's head, exclaiming, "Bullshit, you FREAK-!"
The Slayer proved quicker with the draw, blasting Adam in both of his knees with his high-powered energy pistol and shattering what was left of his Aura. Blood spurted from his kneecaps as Adam gritted his teeth, nearly biting his tongue as he tried to stop himself from screaming and giving the monster any satisfaction of hearing him. It proved fruitless as the Slayer followed up with a kick to his stomach that sent him flying towards the far wall and smashing into it. He was gritting his teeth to stop himself from howling in pain as he slid down to the ground, hands grasping his knees.
Adam was internally screaming in fury. 'I…I was beaten…by a lowly human!' Spitting blood, Adam snarled, 'No, he's not human! He's something else!'
He felt a chill go down his spine when he saw the blood-covered Slayer slowly walking towards him.
'He...he is something worse!'
The Slayer grasped Wilt's handle and pulled the blade out of his arm, grunting loudly as more blood leaked from the first wound he got on this new world. He turned to intercept a White Fang grunt brave enough to lunge at him, quickly spinning Wilt so that he gripped the hilt and sliced the top half of the White Fang's head off, rocketing upward and leaving a fountain of blood spraying up from the throat. Already in disbelief that the Slayer had beaten their leader, the White Fang kept their distance.
The Slayer dropped Wilt, moving both hands to grip the handle of his chainsaw. He snorted seeing them just hold their ground and point their weapons at him. "Come on," he dared them. He growled, seeing the White Fang just standing there fearfully holding their weapons shakily in their hands. "Come. On."
"Boss!" one of them exclaimed. "What-?!"
"Ah…keep your distance from him…hgh!" Adam commanded furiously. "Motherf-"
Impatience being his middle name, the Slayer was about to put one foot forward towards them when ,out of the blue, a furious Marlowe leaped up from the floor and grabbed the Slayer by both wrists and ,with all his strength, stretched his arms wide out and held him place, while the blood splattered from his groin where the broken sword was still impaled in.
Adam wiped his mouth, his confidence renewed judging from the smirk on his face, "Scratch that, GET HIM!"
The White Fang shared the same sentiment, smiles on their faces as they charged at the Slayer with their blades. But the sudden flow of confidence suddenly disappeared as all of them heard a loud screech...that was later followed by a large Nevermore that caved the warehouse wall in, it's talons immediately catching a White Fang mook and tearing him in half as it landed, letting out a piercing screech. The Slayer smacked the back of his head against Marlowe's chin and the Lieutenant let go of the Slayer's wrists. The Slayer spun around, grabbed Marlowe by the throat and hurled him screaming towards Adam and knocking him back down when he tried to stand back up despite his wounded knees.
"Nuts to this right?" one of the White Fang said to his comrades.
Just as the roof of the warehouse started to come down under the weight of Nevermores that landed on top of it, the White Fang decided to quickly haul ass. Adam was cursing away as his underlings dragged him and Marlowe to safety, leaving the Slayer to look up to see a piece of the ceiling coming down at him. He dove out of the way, and quickly recovered his chainsaw and pistol.
++ Structure has become unstable and I am detecting several dozen hostiles advancing on our position. Recommend immediate evacuation. ++
The Slayer got up and took off towards the nearest exit - the opposite way of where the White Fang were running off too, who were lugging their bosses as they ran. He heard another loud squawk and turned, reaching for his super shotgun just as the Nevermore went straight for him. Before he had the chance to level his double-barrel at the monster, the Nevermore slammed its head straight into him and was then sent flying straight through the warehouse door and out into what appears an abandoned mine by the looks of it – ruined buildings, abandoned construction equipment and a fuel tank. And it was all located within a chasm surrounded by a snowy forest.
The Slayer's eyes widened at the broken moon shining down at him from the night sky.
The area was infested by more of those creatures – Grimm, he kept hearing that word being thrown around him. He remembered being surrounded by them, slaughtering them all until some soldiers came. He threw himself at them in a fury after killing the last of the Grimm but somehow, they managed to stop him, sedate him, strip him off his armor and weapons before shoving him inside some specimen container as if he was some kind of a wild animal. To his own admission, however, he did feel like he was one once his feet touched soil after arriving on this world – angry, betrayed, feeling like his efforts to save another world from being consumed by Hell were all for nothing once Hayden got his steel hands on the Crucible - and all those blackened creatures he kept hearing the people refer to as 'Grimm' provided an outlet for his rage.
The Slayer groaned as he rolled over onto his back in time to see the Nevermore dive towards him.
++ I highly recommend you move out of its way. By my calculations at its current velocity this creature has the potential force to crush a UAC standard light-assault vehicle. ++
Disregarding the AI's advice, the Slayer reached for his shotgun and fired an explosive shot right into its face, demolishing half of its skull and leaving its beak hanging by a thread from what was left of its face as it landed, or rather slammed, into the ground just inches away from the Slayer's feet.. It had enough strength however to lift itself up and bring its head down at him, intent on swallowing the Slayer whole through its ruined beak, all while squawking in agony. The Slayer decided to openly express his emotions for the first time in eons, snarling as he leaped into its mouth and putting his fist right through the roof of the Nevermore's dangling beak and through the remaining half of its skull.
++ Impressive. There are more of these creatures approaching, however. ++
Feeling the Nevermore become limp, the Slayer tore himself out of its beak as he discharged the expended shell out of his shotgun. He then found himself surrounded by more of those wolf-type Grimm – Beowolves – who were lining the edges of the chasm and staring down at him from the ruined mining structures, as if they were waiting for the opportunity to rush him at once. Dozens of furious blood red eyes stared down at him from the darkness. The Slayer recovered his pilfered chainsaw and pointed at them with both hands on the hilt, daring them to make the first move.
The Grimm sensed no fear, no hesitation and they saw that he was eager to fight, so the monsters stood their ground and didn't move an inch. At least until the Atlesian bullhead came down raining high-explosive Dust-filled missile barrages that lit up the night sky. The Nevermores were driven off by combined gatling and missile fire as assault-patterned bullheads arrived. The Slayer produced his heavy assault rifle in his hands - he was expecting a fight.
"You there! Stay right where you are!"
A searchlight shone down right on his visor, causing him to squint and block the light with his hands. Glancing around he saw several bullheads hovering above him, their doors opens to reveal dozens of dark-grey humanoid robots with red highlights in their visors and chests – Atlesian Knight-130s - stepping out and landing to the ground, energy rifles trained on the Slayer. Even though the Slayer thought his teeth were going to crack under the pressure of his anger, he did nothing as he was surrounded by several dozen, considerably smaller Hayden look-a-likes. His hands twitched with fury as he held them back from turning the robots into scrap.
The sounds of the howling Grimm and weapon fire was drowned by the sound of the bullhead landing before the Slayer, which doors opened to reveal a rather dignified looking young woman in a (he guessed) military uniform judging from her long coat, her white hair was arranged in a bun with bangs obscuring the right side of her face. She stepped right off the bullhead and was flanked by a squad of Marines who accompanied her, each one of them immediately pointing their guns at the Slayer.
The Slayer took special note of the Marine Sergeant who was still on the bullhead aiming what looked like a scoped rifle at him, just waiting for him to make the wrong move. He was actually more cautious about the saber the woman had sheathed on her left hip.
Her hands behind her back, the woman exerted nothing but confidence. "Lower your weapons," she addressed her escorts. The Marines complied, as did the AK-130s. "Can you speak?" Winter inquired as she walked towards him, "Things would be considerably easier if you can."
The Slayer snorted with contempt. How rude.
The woman scowled. 'Why did I expect anything more?' She thought.
She cleared her throat, "I am Specialist Schnee, Atlesian Military's Special Operatives Unit," she introduced herself. "And I'm here to make sure you are secured for immediate transportation to Atlas and to my superiors." She frowned as he slung his chainsaw across his shoulders. "Preferably without resistance."
"…" Just so he can be used and cast aside, again?
++ The country or state that identifies itself as Atlas is preassembly the dominant military power of this world – Remnant I believe it is called. I advise that you co-operate with Specialist Schnee, who may be able to provide critical intelligence on this world and a possible way back to the UAC- ++
The Slayer growled and smacked himself upside the helmet, prompting VEGA to silence itself. Winter glowered at him, feeling her sword hand start to itch at the Slayer's erratic behavior. "Your scientists, 'cept for one, are dead," the Slayer stated bitterly. Winter winced at the gravelly sound of his voice.
'It sounds like he hasn't spoken in…who knows how long,' Winter thought, his tone of voice causing her to shiver slightly. She then stated, "An unfortunate bit of collateral damage."
Her eyebrows raised in intrigue when she heard the bones crack as he clenched his free hand into a fist. 'Obviously, that wasn't something he agreed with,' Winter reasoned, 'And now he looked like he was ready to turn hostile.'
The Slayer noticed the AK-130s stepping closer towards him, their rifles edging towards his looked like she was starting to lose patience, so she said, "We do not have time for this! We're deep in hostile territory and we need to leave right now!" Winter exclaimed. "You will surrender voluntarily or we will force you." She nudged towards the Knights. "And in case you are unable to process your surroundings there is nowhere for you to-AH!"
Winter was suddenly swatted aside as the Slayer made a break towards the bullhead, bowling over the Marines beside her as he dove into the cabin. The Marine Sergeant fired his Vortex rifle, the beam clipping the side of the Slayer's helmet. The Slayer smacked the Vortex rifle of the Sergeant's hands as he dove out of the other side of the bullhead, firing another beam that went through several AK-130s that hit a fuel tank, which ignited the Dust that remained inside it. The explosion wiped out several more AK-130s and lit up the night sky even further.
The other bullheads were immediately on the fleeing Slayer, their spotlights still shining down on him and their weapons coming back to life. Winter was groaning as she picked herself. Suddenly she quickly shouted, "Hold your fire! The General wants him alive!" Drawing Myrtenhain she caught up to the Slayer in an instant, seemingly appearing right in front of him with the tip of her sword inches away from his visor. The Slayer batted it aside and swung his chainsaw in a reverse grip, only to hit, what he could've described, a glyph-generated shield that sent him flying right back into the bullhead, leaving a dent on the side of the aircraft.
Winter winced in surprise as the Slayer got back up. 'What is this creature made of?! The force of the impact should have at least injured him internally! He shouldn't even be able to move now!'
An Atlesian Marine appeared from around the bullhead and leveled his rifle at the Slayer as he steadied himself on his feet. "Freeze, move and I'll-" was all the Marine had managed to say before the Slayer, without even looking at the soldier, punched him right through his helm in a blink of an eye, smashing the visor apart and knocking him flat on the ground, leaving him coughing up teeth. He turned right to see the Marine Sergeant with the Vortex rifle leveled at his head.
"You really want to ride this train, Marine?" the Sergeant growled. He rolled his eyes at a glowering Winter, "You've lucked out so far, but you've got no Aura, no Semblance, so you don't a chance against her, anyone or anything here on Remnant."
'Aura? Semblance?' The Slayer thought. He eyed Winter intently.
"Trust me, you might be packing an arsenal... but that's not nearly enough to survive where we're standing, especially on your own without any Dust. And I'm sure your suit can only take so many hits," the Marine Sergeant continued, his tone of voice a bit calmer, a bit more reasonable sounding. "And you don't want Atlas for a-" The Slayer suddenly reached for the barrel of his rifle and pulled him right out of the bullhead's cabin, sending him to the ground.
He looked up to see the Slayer pointing is own Vortex rifle at his head. He flipped the switch on the rifle to LETHAL and took aim at Winter who lunged for him with Myrtenhain. Winter cried out when she felt the beam just barely miss her left ear, feeling it burn her lobe a bit, and took the head clean off a closest Beowolf of the pack that were suddenly charging towards the Atlesian personnel. The AK-130s and Marines immediately opened fire, while the bullheads were already providing fire support.
Dropping the Vortex rifle that fell back into the hands of the Sergeant, the Slayer produced his assault rifle, quickly slapping on the micro missile launcher mod (without previously removing the scope) and launched himself into the air, letting loose an entire volley that tore apart the Grimm that were nearly upon Winter. The specialist was about to finish off the last one that survived only for the Slayer to land upon it, his left foot through its chest, forcing him to bring his right foot down and smash its skull to pieces.
Winter could just barely make out the Slayer arching an eyebrow at her through his visor, silently asking her if she wished to try and continue to 'persuade' him to come along quietly amidst a Grimm attack. Growling in frustration she nodded and shouted, "All units, adjust targets!" She broke Myrtenhain into its dual sword configuration in time for her and the Slayer to brave the onslaught of Grimm. She was caught off guard, however, when the Slayer left her side to throw himself at the Grimm, both hands moving to the hilt of his chainsaw.
And he sent several Beowolves and their severed limbs flying with ease as he swung away at them. Viscera spraying all over. Two more swings sliced more Grimm apart, the rest quickly backing away and growling at the center of their hatred – the one who had no fear, who drew his super shotgun. A much larger Alpha Beowolf suddenly appeared from the side of the chasm to throw itself down at him, knocking aside several of its kin and making a lunge for him, its jaws wide open. The Slayer however, anticipated its attack and swung the chainsaw at the Alpha when suddenly, the Grimm collided with a spinning white glyph (which the Slayer mistook for a rune) and blew it right back into the canyon wall, where it was quickly buried under an avalanche of rock that sent Grimm scattering.
"All aircraft, check your fire - I am moving to assist the asset!" Winter barked up at the bullheads as she caught up with the Slayer. The Schnee gave the Slayer a sideways glance as she adopted a battle stance to face the Grimm, seeing that they were mostly concentrating on the Slayer. 'I knew it! The Grimm are here for him! Whatever he's feeling at this moment – sadness, envy, loneliness, hatred or any kind of negative emotion - they're attracted to it!'
The Doom Marine stepped forward, the double-barrel in one hand and the chainsaw in the other, and the Grimm backed away. "What in the…?" Winter muttered angrily. 'How...Are they afraid of him?'
One of the Beowolves saw Winter as a more 'easier' target and suddenly lunged at her. She scowled in annoyance when the Slayer raised his sawed-off and blew a hole right through its rib cage, as Winter had to dodge its corpse when it hit the ground. The Slayer had both hands on the handle of the shotgun and the grip of the chainsaw as the snarling Beowolves found courage and swarmed both him and Winter. And while Winter was elegant in dodging the claws as she slashed at their vital spots, the Slayer just threw himself into the thick of it, whirring his chainsaw and tearing them apart, actually resembling something from Winter's worst nightmares when she dared to catch a glimpse of him.
Winter herself was hardly the only witness to this carnage, if the Atlesian Marines stupefied looks of disbelief were any indication. That someone would be insane to throw himself at the Grimm armed only with a chainsaw and weapons that don't even utilize Dust. Reforming Myrtenhain back into its saber form, she offhandedly shielded herself with another glyph, sending the assaulting Beowolf flying, all while she watched the Slayer put his foot against the last Beowolf as he forced the chainsaw out of its skull.
Winter couldn't help but wince at the sight. The loud caw of another Nevermore baring down on them drew their attention, Winter pointing Myrtenhain and preparing her glyphs, the Slayer glancing down at her feet to see them spinning around her. He revved up the chainsaw, the Slayer and the specialist giving one another a very deliberate, prolonged glance as the Nevermore drew close and begun its descent, claws stretched out as it dodged cannon fire from the bullheads.
"Schnee! Marine! The hell are ya' doing standing there?!" the Sergeant shouted. "Oh shit~!" he exclaimed as he pointed his rifle upward.
"GO!" Winter shouted.
The Slayer fan forward with both hands gripping the chainsaw, surprising Winter with how fast he could move without any Aura whatsoever. He jumped into the air, the mechanical extensions built into his boots giving him another boost (almost like a double jump) before casting one of her glyphs that appeared beneath the Slayer's feet. The Slayer bounced off the glyph and jumped straight towards the Nevermore, speed increased tenfold due to the glyph. He swung the chainsaw while being airborne with an impressive display of strength as he sliced right through the Nevermore mouth, past it's beak and down its entire length, slashing it right in half and both sides falling back down to the ground, while the Slayer followed close behind the pieces.
Catching up to him, Winter casted another glyph that slowed the Slayer's descent. The Slayer however still gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure of landing on one knee.
Hearing the heeled footsteps, he turned to Winter, her rapier still in hand as she approached him. The Slayer tilted his head curiously - he had no idea what possessed him to leave himself in the hands of this 'Atlesian' and her sorceries - he was perfectly capable of killing the oversized mutant crow by himself, thank you very much.
As if she was somehow peering into his head, Winter flicked the blood clean of her sabre and sheathed it. "I hope this demonstration of our combined might against the Grimm is enough to convince you to accompany us back to Atlas, and to our commander General Ironwood," she said. "I believe you two would have much to talk ab-"
A loud caw made the Slayer dive forward to shove Winter back off her feet and onto the ground, in time just as the Nevermore suddenly flew down from the tree line outside the chasm and snatched up the Slayer with its claws, taking off into the air, as it ducked and swerved to avoid the Atlesian's fire, resulting in flying away with its armored prize. Realizing that the Slayer had just saved her life, Winter cursed out loud and picked herself up. She pointed Myrtenhain up at the Grimm, only to realize that it was out of range of her glyphs.
"After them! We're not letting them go!" Winter shouted, the Marines didn't need to be told twice as they mounted back up on the bullhead, leaving the AK-130s behind to hold back another wave of Grimm as they lifted off from the ground, gaining altitude before taking off towards the Nevermore and the captive Grimm Marine in its claws.
"Ma'am, LOOK! TWO O'CLOCK!" the pilot directed Winter's gaze in time to see the Nevermore in the distance have its leg wing blown off as it plummeted back down into the forest.
"Get us over there now!" she ordered and the small fleet of bullheads arrived at the site where the Nevermore had crashed. Their spotlights shone down on its dissipating corpse, but the Slayer was nowhere to be found.
Judging from the way the grass was disturbed he must have escaped into the forest. Unfortunately, more Nevermores were heading their way. "Ma'am it's too dangerous to go searching for him now. We need to secure the facility, extract any survivors and whatever research data remains!" the Sergeant exclaimed above all the gunfire the bullheads and their Marine squads were laying on the Grimm."And Ironwood needs to know how much of a doom magnet this guy is-"
"And how he is drawing the Grimm. I gathered that." Winter glared at the Sergeant. Balling her fists, she closed the bullhead doors as the aircraft picked up altitude and begun evasive maneuvers to avoid the Grimm. Initiating the bullhead's communication system, she took in a deep breath and said,
"Patch me through to General Ironwood-"
(RWBY)
The chainsaw felt heavy in his left arm as he hefted it across over could see that the Grimm were following him through the forest, but were keeping their distance. The Slayer knew that these creatures, these Grimm, were somehow drawn to him. And it was better that he was here in the middle of nowhere than with those 'Atlesian's' taking him back to civilization and drawing the Grimm all the way with him.
"Talk," he said loudly.
He winced as he heard VEGA sound close to blaring out his eardrums. ++ It would have been preferential to allow the Atlesians to take us with them back to their base of operations. However, if these 'creatures of Grimm' are attracted to your person than it would have been ill-advised, ++VEGA droned emotionlessly. ++ For the moment, I recommend you see to your needs. ++
The Slayer was about to ask what he meant when he heard his stomach rumble. The Slayer patted his stomach and groaned a bit, as the last thing he remembered eating was that slice of dried Pinky meat right before he went after the Baalgar, who were cowering within the tombs of the Blood Keep within the city of Dis. Several tons of temple bricks had promptly been dropped on him afterwards, which then proceeded with him chained in that sarcophagus.
++I advise to head east in the direction the Atlas aircraft are heading. We are certain to find a minor human settlement. And where we will be able to determine what our next course of action should be. ++
The Slayer snorted. Course of action? With one final leap, the Slayer exited the forest and found himself on a batted dirt road. Looking down at his feet he found a corpse of a cloak-wearing White Fang, probably one of those that managed to escape the facility but had succumbed to the wounds he had inflicted upon him. The bloodstained cloak he was wearing conveniently looked to be the Slayer's size. He tore it off and wrapped the whole thing around himself, covering his armored form and the weapons magnetized to himself he pulled the hood down that covered his helmet. As for the half-breed's combat knife, he took that as well along with the sheathe.
Feeling like there were a hundred eyes watching him from the forest he hefted his chainsaw back over his shoulder. First, he had find somewhere safe to stich up the wound that the fucking bullheaded half-breed inflicted on him. And then, onward to parts unknown.
A/N: Honestly, I didn't think anyone would notice this fan fic amidst all the other DOOM crossovers, I'm glad I was wrong. I started writing this months ago right after I finished DOOM 2016 for the first time, but nearly everyone else beat me into posting their own crossovers. Thanks for your comments, praise, constructive criticism. ^_^
By the way, Myrtenhain is a name I made up for Winter's weapon. And I forgot what it means. Death Flower, I think it was.