Never Fight Alone

Blood.

Fire.

Two things that was abundant on the ruined battlefield that stretched for miles. The perfect aftermath of a massive battle… no… a slaughter. Men and women, whom are meant to work together, point their weapons at one another allowing the real enemy to take advantage thus allowing such bloodshed to occur. The real enemy being the Grimm, soulless beings with one purpose in mind: eradicate all sentient life from the face of Remnant. Even now in this wasteland several of these dark creatures were feeding off of the dead remains strewn about and looking for any stragglers. One certain pack of wolf-like Grimm, or Beowolves, was sniffing around an empty building for any hidden prey. The alpha sniffed along the ground with its pack fanned out behind it to expand their search. Already the pack had fed well enough to last a thousand lifetimes, but for Grimm, the hunger never stopped, there was always more to blood to spill, more carcasses to devour. It was due to this very hunger that when the alpha caught the scent of a living human nearby it's excitement grew tremendously. It howled loud before charging towards the source with its pack right behind it. A shame really, it was so blinded by the idea of such a meal that it became reckless, and recklessness was the bane to many creatures. Thus it was to no surprise that it and the rest of its pack was eradicated in the blink of an eye by a rather powerful human… a powerful Huntress whose eyes weren't even on the foolish beasts, rather her focus remained on another individual in front of her. The said individual chuckled at the death of the Grimm.

"My, my, your power is no joke, how scary."

The huntress didn't respond; her face shadowed by the bangs of her long red hair, which reached the small of her back and hung freely. She wore a military uniform of a certain faction that consisted of a white, long-sleeve, collared shirt, a combat skirt of the same color, a pair of white gloves, and a flowing red cloak. At her hip an impressive sword hung on one side and on her back an intimidating scythe. When the girl didn't answer, the other individual sighed in mock exasperation.

"Jeez, it's rather rude to not answer somebody who is quite obviously talking to you."

The girl continued with her silence. Another mocking sigh sounded from the other individual.

"My goodness, if you're not going to listen to me why bother coming all-?"

"You should know very well why I'm here," interrupted the girl, her eyes still shadowed.

"Oh? So she finally speaks? But pray-tell what exactly are you here for, I seem to have forgotten."

"…"

"Seriously… this rudeness of yours is very unbecoming of you," stated the other individual, "What ever happened to the infinitely kind, always smiling Pyrrha Nikos? Goddess of Victory and Battle?"

Pyrrha stood silently for few moments before slowly raising her head so that her piercing emerald eyes could be seen. Within them they showed a huge range emotions including anger and hatred. The individual chuckled upon seeing this.

"Such anger! You couldn't be blaming all this death and destruction on little old me? Oh wait… you'd be completely justified in thinking that."

Pyrrha's eyes slightly narrowed at the laughter that followed the remark. After a while the individual quieted down suddenly shifting to an almost inhuman tone.

"So then this is the part where I ask… what are you going to do about it?"

Pyrrha replied by drawing her weapons and holding them to her sides.

"As I've said before, you already know exactly why I'm here," she said before holding her weapons in a battle pose.

"Hehehe… you really think you can win? Human?"

"It isn't a question of can or can't, there is only one truth: I. Will. Defeat you."

"Is that so?"

Pyrrha closed her eyes.

"I will win."

Suddenly the air around Pyrrha seemed to get heavier as power started to waft from her body. Her opponent looked on with mild interest as two aura-made wings sprouted from Pyrrha's back and thousands of rose petals flew about in a spiral.

"Oh?" the individual stated with their grin slowly growing on their face.

"I will win not for fame, not because of destiny, and not even because of heroism."

Pyrrha's slowly opened her eyes again revealing not her normal emerald pupils, but glowing silver ones, her red hair started to get golden highlights at the tips even as she started to glow a pure white.

"I will win for those I am sworn to protect, those I have lost…"

Two figures appeared behind Pyrrha.

"And those whom I love with all my heart."

The ground around Pyrrha shifted and cracked under the pressure of her steadily increasing aura output.

"I will not falter."

The air seemed to grow thinner around Pyrrha, causing all nearby Grimm to have trouble breathing.

"I will not surrender."

Pyrrha's aura continued to grow brighter.

"For my name is Pyrrha Nikos."

Suddenly Pyrrha disappeared in a burst of speed, reappearing in front of the individual a millisecond later with her weapons poised to kill, both glowing in tangent with Pyrrha's own aura.

"And I never fight alone."