The Soldier & The Spartan Chapter 4 The Hunt & The Song, a rwby fanfic

holy crap I'm not dead, which means the story isn't ether. hey guys sorry for such a long wait for the next chapter of S&S it was never my intention to keep ya'll waiting for so long, but school got in the way, then work, then school again. I promise that it won't take this long next time. if ya'll want to keep up with the production of each chapter go over to Tumblr and Such Grimmtaless there you can ask me questions, send me prompts, and stay up on the date on whats preventing me from finishing the next chapter.

The sun beat down on Jaune and his new companion, as they hiked across a grass covered field. It had been two days since they first met and fought alongside one another to take down that winged monster, and Jaune still had no idea what was going on. After beating the creature, this woman went on a rant of which he only caught one or two words: "Mistral," an accent greek city which he guessed was where they were going, the Greek god "Zeus,"and something about allies and demigods.

Jaune assumed from the girl's rant that they were going to Izmar, a city which laid right outside the ruins of the ancient city of Mistral. He hoped he might be able to get in contact with London when they reached the city. He needed to tell the British army about the monster he and the girl fought. If there were more of those terrifying beasts flying around, then the allies might have bigger problem the Germans.

Jaune had given up on speaking Greek about a day into the journey. Whenever he tried to speak Greek, either the girl couldn't understand him at all or he used words in a way that no sense to her. During their first day of hiking, Jaune had tried to tell her tell her he needed to rest. " υπόλοιπο, do you hear me? I need to rest" once he spoke the girl turned around and gave him a look of bewilderment. After a short pause, the girl shook her head and just kept going down the trail. What jaune didn't know was that the word "υπόλοιπο" meant "balance" if used by itself. He was finally able to grab her attention by waving his arms and sitting down. This was how every interaction went. He would try to speak Greek, fail miserably, then resort to a game of charades to get his point across.

Eventually, Jaune got so fed up with the routine that he elected to speak exclusively in English. There was no need in trying to speak Greek if it would only end up failing every time. Whenever he needed something he would use hand gestures along with English to get his point across. Jaune made small talk several times during that day's trek, if for no other reason than to pass the time. Of course he knew the redhead would not understand, but he needed to fill the silence. A silence that used to be filled by the distant sound of fighting along other sections of the trenches.

"Sooo gorgeous, where did you get that armor? It's quite good looking, especially on you." Normally, Jaune would never say anything quite so bold, but he decided to turn off his filter knowing she could not understand him. "I mean that helmet is a perfect replica of the Mistrali helms, and that xiphos is masterfully forged. All that gear must have cost a fortune." This one sided conversation continued for an hour. He would ask about her name, appearance, and her skill with ancient weapons until he became bored with the pointless talking.

Soon evening came and the the redhead stopped and turned to Jaune. She put her hands together and put them beside her head as if she was sleeping. Jaune took the correct meaning as "let's set up camp here." He nodded in reply as he took off his pack and sat down in the grassy clearing. He took out his canteen and took a long, refreshing drink of water. The redhead soon beckoned him to stand and pointed at sticks, most likely asking him to pick some up for a fire. He nodded again and started wandering around collecting small twigs for tender, sticks for fuel, and the occasional tree limb for a sustained burn. Meanwhile, the girl unpacked a small woven mat out of her bag and laid it out on the ground. She got up and grabbed her bow before pointing into the forest to signify where she was going. She then sprinted off into the woods to find them a meal.

As Pyrrha stalked the forest she had time to think about the stranger she meet. Over the last two days she had become certain that the man was not from Greece. His language was foreign and he most definitely did not know the lay of the land. He has no stamina for the mountainous terrain, and every so often he would have bend over and catch his breath. He couldn't even run as fast as her. When they first left for Mytral she expected him to be able to keep up with her running, but of course this man couldn't even run half as fast as she could. It was as if he weren't a demigod.

"Maybe he was cursed to have the strength of a normal man?" Pyrrha wondered aloud. "That would explain why he could not keep up or fight like a demigod, but why would he still have his magic? Could the curse only affect his physical strength?" She pondered the matter for quite awhile, but soon forgot about it when she came upon two rabbits eating between a cluster of trees.

She praised Artemis silently for placing game in front of her. She strung an arrow and raised her bow, pulling the string as she prepared to fire. She aligned her arrow with the larger of the two rodents, let lose her arrow, and hit her mark. She walked over to her prize, but before picking it up she knelt and gave thanks to Artemis for the profitable hunt. Once done cleaning the rabbit, she slung it over her shoulder and set out to find more game so that that the man could eat.

She wandered the woods keeping a sharp eye out for the slightest of movement, hoping to find her next prey. As she stalked through the trees, the man kept appearing in her thoughts. He fascinated her. Never before had she met a person so oddly dressed or spoke so strangely. Pyrrha was no stranger to foreigners. She had met many people from distant lands before. She had met men from Pirsa, Africa and even a Barbarian from the north - a woman who wore furs and wielded a massive hammer named Nora. She had stayed in Mystral for quite some time before heading east. Pyrrha had enjoyed her company and had learned much from her, and was sad to see her leave. Yet all of these people still were no where near as perplexing as this man. Her thoughts were driven from her once she spotted a flock of peasants sitting near a rock. Each one was pruning themselves and were unaware of the approaching warrior. Pyrrha crouched low and drew her bow. She aimed and fired hitting the closest bird to her. She smiled and went to collect her second prize of the day.

As she carried the rabbit and pheasant back to the camp, her thoughts still lingered on the man. He had talked all day long as if he were some old hermit. She was sure that he knew that she understood nothing of what came out of his mouth, but he still persisted to talk. Many times she felt as if he had been talking about her specifically but she couldn't be sure of it. In any case, she would learn his language soon enough - all she had to do was get him to teach her what each word meant and she would remember it forever. It was another blessing from her mother: anything she ever read, heard or saw was forever engrained in her mind. Every child of Athena was blessed with this gift, which is why she was able to learn every language and dialect in Greece. She had already began learning one or two words such as "stick" or "fire." She knew that in time they would be able to communicate easily.

Retracing her steps back to camp. Pyrrha was was met with the slow and somber sound of blonde's singing. She was amazed, even if she could not understand what he sang she could tell that it was sad and full of greaf. She decided to listen for a while wanting to hear more of this mans song

After collecting enough firewood to last the night Jaune sat back down on the ground and rummaged through his pack. He first pulled out a dark gray bedroll which he had taken off an enemy soldier during one of their attacks of on the German trenches. It had been a major score at the time, as it provided Jaune with an extra layer between him and the damp ground when sleeping in the bunkers. He spread out his roll a few yards away from the girl's bedding. Next he retrieved his cleaning kit for his rifle. He had been in two major firefights in the last three days, and he knew that the ammunition the British army used had corrosive chemicals in the gunpowder that would erode the inside of this barrel if not cleaned every so often. Lastly he pulled out a tin of canned meat.

He found a few rocks lying about, arranged them in a circle, and placed the tinder in the center along with a few small sticks. He then took out his brass colored lighter and went to work making a suitable fire. Once the tinder was alight and the small sticks were burning, Jaune slowly added larger sticks along with more tinder to keep the fire burning hot.

Soon the fire was large enough with a pile of red hot coals in the center. Jaune went out once more and found another rock to use as a seat. He then reached for his rifle and it's cleaning kit and set to work. He first removed the bolt of the gun and laid it on his shirt as to not get it dirty, and then proceeded to clean the bore of the rifle with the "bore snake" (a long, flexible rod with metal bristles running down it.) As he cleaned, he began to sing a soldier's song. Usually it was sung with a fake sense of glee, but today Jaune sang it slowly and sadly.

If you want to find the Sergeant,

I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is.

If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is,

He's lying on the canteen floor.

I've seen him, I've seen him, lying on the canteen floor,

I've seen him, I've seen him, lying on the canteen floor.

While he sang, he went to work on the bolt, disassembling it and cleaning off the carbon that had built up as well as any speck of dirt. Once each part was wiped down, he picked up the small brass container which contained the gun oil, and covered each component with a few drops before reassembling his gun. All the while, he sang.

If you want to find the Quarter-bloke

I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is.

If you want to find the Quarter-bloke, I know where he is,

He's miles and miles behind the line.

I've seen him, I've seen him, miles and miles and miles behind the line.

If you want the Sergeant-major,

I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is.

If you want the Sergeant-major, I know where he is.

He's tossing off the privates' rum.

I've seen him, I've seen him, tossing off the privates' rum.

With his firearm reassembled, he set his rifle aside. It was now time to take stock on how much ammunition he had left. He opened each pouch on his webbing and witdrew several stripperclips full of rifle ammunition. In total, he had 20 stripperclip of 5 rounds, making 100 rounds for his rifle. Jaune went into his bag and removed the revolver ammo and counted out to 18 rounds. While he worked jaune never noticed the redhead who had been standing on the other side of the fire enthralled by his singing.

If you want the C.O.,

I know where he is, I know where he is, I know where he is.

If you want the C.O., I know where he is

He is down in a deep dug-out,

I've seen him, I've seen him, down in a deep dug-out,

I've seen him, I've seen him, down in a deep dug-out.

If you want to find the old battalion,

I know where they are, I know where they are, I know where they are

If you want to find the old battalion, I know where they are,

They're hanging on the old barbed wire,

I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em, hanging on the old barbed wire.

"Pyrrha." Jaune jumped off his rock at the unexpected noise to see that the woman was back. This was the first time he had heard the girl speak something that wasn't in Greek. Once he had recovered from his initial surprise, the girl said it again, but this time while pointing at herself. "Pyrrha " the redhead repeated while poking her breastplate. With this, Jaune realized she was trying to tell him her name. So her name is Pyrrha. Interesting. I guess I should tell her my name in return.

"Jaune," he said while repeating the same action as Pyrrha did. Pyrrha seemed to understand as well and broke out into a wide smile. "Jaune," she said. She then pointed at the wood and said "stick," then at his rifle and said "gun," then at the burning wood and said"fire." As she went identifying different objects, Jaune just stood there in awe. She's been learning English just by listening and observing what I say that's impossible. I've only been traveling with her for two days and she already knows the names of some objects. The most peculiar part for Jaune was that he couldn't discern any kind of foreign accent in her voice as she spoke. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed she did know English, just by how well she pronounced each word.

"Well it seems like you have a knack for languages. How about I teach you some more English?" Of course, Jaune knew that Pyrrha didn't know what he said, but he really didn't care. He started to point at different things and say what they meant in english. Pyrrha watched attentively and would repeat every word that came out of Jaune's mouth.