RWBY||Defender of Remnant

Chapter 10: Extracurricular

3rd Person POV

Beacon

"This. Ends. Now."

"It's way faster than us!"

"He's locked onto m—argh!"

"Get out of there!"

His thrusters igniting, Sincline shot up, a brilliant beam of blue energy hissing under his feet. A burst of speed, and he shot to the side, curving and dodging through the asteroid field as Voltron tried to strike him with their weapon.

Twisting through space, Sincline lashed out with his tail as he flew through the array of massive space rocks, the enormous stones exploding around him to create cover debris as he flipped and skidded before bursting in the opposite direction, curving under the beam once more as Voltron tried and failed to strike. The feeling of the fight, the danger... it was exhilarating.

"He's too fast!"

"Then we'll have to get in close. Form sword!"

Slowing to a halt as the energy beam dissipated, Sincline turned just as Voltron slammed their 'hands' together, drawing them apart to form its weapon. Wouldn't that hurt?

Sorry, but you're not the only weapon with a fancy blade, Sincline thought and reached down. Grasping the hilts on his legs, he drew his Ion scimitars and rushed forward to engage his enemy. That's what they were... right? A flash of light, and their weapons connected in a brilliant shower of sparks.

"Now we will see how Alfor's legacy stands against the new Altean defender!"

What? Before Sincline could question the meaning of his pilot's words, he was already moving, his blades clashing against Voltron's before he planted his foot in their side to kick them away. Dashing after them, Sincline swung, and they ducked, his scimitar slashing through the asteroid behind them in a massive explosion.

They're fast... but I'm faster. A blur of speed, and Sincline was behind them, striking at their exposed back. The two exchanged blows, Sincline delivering a powerful strike to their head with his tail before racing after them.

"Finish this!"

A burst of motion, and Sincline was upon them once more, bringing his scimitar down on their head... but they blocked, catching the blow with a shield manifested from their wings.

"Murderer!"

"Traitor!"

"Push him back!"

The words shouted from his enemy echoed through his mind, and Sincline was pushed back, halting a blow aimed at his chest before he shot up, dodging a beam of energy. Evading three more, he crossed his swords as he dove down the fifth... and then he was upon them.

His blades flashed, striking again and again as Sincline attacked in a hurricane of death, purple flames leaking from the slits of his visor. They may have had more experience, but he still had the advantage of speed, power, and strength. Dodging a counterstrike, Sincline spun, and his tail slammed into Voltron's head, sending them flying.

A cry of agony, of pain...

"We can't touch him; he's too fast!"

"Back him into a corner!"

"Eliminate his speed advantage!"

Was that... Voltron? Or was it the Paladins? he wondered, but he had no time to follow that line of thought as he chased after Voltron. Seeing them take cover in an asteroid, he paused, hovering above them. What are they up to? His arms moved of their own accord, and he crossed his swords, a sphere of energy forming above his chest before he sent a massive Ion beam racing toward Voltron.