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RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

The ice shot struck the flaming Taijitsu in the mouth and staggered it long enough that changing his trajectory with the bullets worked. He was on the ground beside it, but the creature wasn't going to let him escape that easily. It reared back and shot its head forward, opening it's mouth to unleash a roaring tongue of fire upon him, the ice bullet having quickly melted against its blazing body.

As Asher went after the Faunus, his slashes cleared the fog enough for him to see exactly what had grabbed him. And when he saw it, he realised that the thing that grabbed the Faunus was not a tendril, but a tongue. He could see it perched on a grassy tussock. A large froglike creature, white mask over its face and underbelly. The Faunus was currently hanging out of its mouth, stuck up to his stomach in its jaws. Toadeyes, as they were called, were Grimm mostly found in Mistral and had a tendency to devour hunters with their strong tongues as aide. Worse still, they were agile. As his second slash careened toward the Toadeye, it leapt from its perch to another on its left. It opened its mouth and above the Faunus, its tongue shot out, headed straight for Asher with painful intent.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Fun fact, wreathed is actually one of my favourite words.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The imp perished quickly as it bled out on the ground below.
"Thank you. Pesky blighter..." Bronwick grumbled, pointing to the way ahead of them, further into the canyon. As they progressed, the sound of running water could be heard up ahead. A large outcropping of rocks formed something of a fence ahead of them, with a crack inbetween the rocks for them to move through. There was a large travel casket left up against the fence and the corpse of a bandit slumped next to it, burn marks on his armour showing imps had done him in.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Not even close, babyyyyyy.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

"What the devil?!" Wilbur snapped at the sudden disappearance and quickly made use of his shells scanners to try and locate what was going on... but when he saw the cloaked fellow in the beard, he both relaxed and became increasingly on edge... mages.

To this day, Wilbur wasn't entirely sure why he had an almost instinctive dislike of magic. Maybe it was simply because it was something he couldn't quantify. He was a man of machines and science, not a man of myths and fables. All of which turned out to be REAL. That was the kicker... how fortunate they must be, Wilbur thought, born into a life of power and just given the strength and abilities they needed to do the things he could do, and chances were, far more efficiently. Of course, that wasn't to say work didn't go into wielding these powers, Wilbur wasn't THAT nieve. But there was just something he didn't like it... it felt as if they were cheating, almost. He'd had to design and build his shell with his own two hands, collect the materials, test the weapon capabilities, it'd been in development for over 3 years before he finally finished the design and came out to the public.

Heroes needed hard work. And Gandalf over there certainly didn't look the working type...

What was more important were his words, that and taking their skeleton into custody. He'd let them do that at least. Who was it that once said "Magic must defeat magic"?

A meeting... with their old friends the champions. Wilbur reviled at the thought. They'd left to follow their own ideals for a good reason, and now it seemed they were going to be forced back together like two puzzle pieces that didn't connect. What was going to happen that they couldn't already figure out? Their old allies would lecture them on how they were doing the right thing and would be oh so gracious to accept them back into their team to work together again, like it never even happened. It was as forseeable as a cloudy sky creating rain.

However, there was a nugget of truth amidst this quagmire of regret. They did need the trust of the public again, a sign to them that superhumans could be trusted. Wilbur still held the belief that they needed barriers, restraints and rules to follow lest another Nagoya happen. Perhaps a meeting like this could provide a good platform for him to discuss that... maybe the blasted champions would actually see reason. And maybe Wilbur's glasses would turn into gold... speculation and fantasy were twins, after all.

Sadly to deny this would be to deny all they'd worked for so far. It wasn't even a choice. If he didn't go, who else would best speak on behalf of the champions? The members who weren't even there with them?

"Very well." Wilbur spoke up as he powered up his shell's jets and flew up into the skies, soaring back toward the airport. Once he was back on the jet, he would set the co-ordinates of his shell to Red's property and it would arrive just as they did.

Technology was such a boon...

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

This time, the arrow did impale the imp, but it got its fireball off as it shot it toward him. The second imp, however, employed a new spell, this time wreathing his silver prong in fire and flying at Bronwick, who quickly began batting at the little blighter with his sword.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

"Right." The Faunus and went on ahead. He was indeed the lighter and nimbler of the two, hopping on the platforms and causing them to only slightly wobble in the mud as he made it across to a grassy tussock, risen in the thick sludge below them, quickly using his crossbow and earth bolts to set out another path for them. "They should still hold! Come ov-" The Faunus didn't finish his sentence as from the fetid marsh around them, something lashed out. A long straight red tendril with a bulbous end suddenly wrapped around the Faunus' leg. Before he could even yelp in surprise, it dragged him off to the right and into a darker area of the swamp. His platforms still remained however... so whether Asher went to save him or just went on without him, was his choice.

From his behind, Julio could see the girl in the flowery dress was catching up, still wielding her fan blades in sweeping movements, surprisingly nimble. With the usage of the dust crystal, he narrowly avoided a swipe from a Beowulf down below and for the most part, thanks to the lava, the Grimm left him alone. That, however soon changed. From the lava vein he was leaping toward, something emerged from it. It looked like a Grimm, most similarly to a King Taijitsu... but, it was unique. It had strange orange and yellow spines growing out of its back and its entire body was wreathed in flames as it rose to full height, eyes locked on him. He was jumping right into it. If he didn't act fast, they'd collide.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

@Polaris North
Cool cool, whenever you get the time bud.
I realise this intro has dragged out a touch, but with any luck we'll be through it soon and we can settle in a little bit.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Yeah we seem to have fallen into stillness.