The White Death - A RWBY Fanfiction

Initiation Pt. 2

POV - Flynt

‘What the fuck is that thing’

“Do either of you know what type of grimm that is,” I asked.

“No clue,” Ilia answered.

“I’ve got nothing,” Neon answered.

“Shit, ok Ilia what is your semblance,” I asked.

“Haven’t found it yet,” she answered.

“But I thought you were a diff…” I was going to say before stopping myself.

“Faunus trait, don’t worry, you didn’t know,” Ilia said.

“Ok we can use that to our advantage cause I don’t think any one of us is ready to take that thing on… besides Whitley,” I said.

“You’re doing a good job Whitley,” Neon yelled.

“What do you want me to do,” Ilia asked.

“Does your weapon do anything special,” I asked.

“It can shoot balls of activated dust,” Ilia answered.

“Which can activate a pile of dust,” I said.

“Theoretically yes,” Ilia said.

“Ok that could be useful later, but not now,” I said.

“Sorry,” Ilia said.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” I said.

“Do you have a plan yet,” Whitley yelled as the massive Grimm swung at him.

He dipped under the arm and returned the attack with a slash of his chained blades.

“Yes I do,” I yelled back.

“Then do it,” Whitley said before he returned his focus back to keeping the Grimm at bay.

“Ok Ilia, I want you to use your faunus ability to get behind this thing, use lightening dust to shock the SOB and try not to get hurt," I ordered.

"Aye aye Captain," Ilia said before vanishing before our eyes.

"What about me boss man," Neon asked.

"Glowsticks, circles," I answered.

"Run around in circles and freeze it, got it," Neon said before dashing off.

"Whitley," I yelled.

"What," he yelled back.

"I have a plan," I yelled.

The only sound that came back was the sound of fighting as Neon and Ilia joined the fray.

"I'm gonna assume you're waiting to hear the plan, so all I need you to do is keep him as in place as you can," I yelled.

"Can do," he yelled back.

I took a few deep breaths as I activated my semblance.

'Any tune, don't have time to be picky'

I began playing my trumpet as the rest of my quartet joined. To be honest it looked like it was working, but not working enough. The massive Grimm took the beating from the other three like a champ, but my semblance seemed to be doing the most damage.

"Keep the heat on," I yelled.

Crack

The ice made by Neon's weapon was failing and cracked under the tremendous force exerted by the Grimm.

"Get back," I yelled.

"What," Neon yelled.

The ice exploded as the Grimm's arms forced their way out of the ice. Neon and Whitley went flying back as the grimm seemed to grab the side's of hits head in pain. Whitley flew over to Neon and helped her up off the ground.