A path of wet black gravel lay before a lone figure. The figure, who was a man in a suit of armor, was almost completely black except the linen bag thrown over his shoulder. The man towered over a maze of torn-down trees in front of him, which forebode of beasts able to tear down forests in a stampede. In the distance, a trail of smoke reaching up into the heavens told the figure of an encampment ahead.

He had no defining characteristics, or rather he had all his characteristics hidden behind sheets of darkened, almost pitch black iron. The iron armor worn by the figure was created with many interlocking pieces. Even at a glance of layman, one could tell it was custom made for his body.

His helmet was almost entirely featureless. It was rounded perfectly so that it would cover a man's head from the crown of his head to the bottom of his mandible. The only indication that the head of the man could be removed from the helmet was the black leather around the man's neck and a portion of the helmet seemed to open to allow entrance and exit. There were no eye holes, nor any holes for his mouth and whatever orifice the man possessed. The only thing that marked the helmet were a total of twenty round balls embroidered into the helmet. Five were implanted in front of the mask at several areas from the forehead to the jaw at random patterns. The same was true for the rest of his head. Three sets of randomly placed orbs were placed on each side of the helmet and on the top of the skull. Finally, there were six orbs engraved in the back of that man's helmet.

The rest of the armor was hidden by a thick ursa hide draped over his shoulders. Only his feet could be seen. They were large and made of the same metal as the helmet. It consisted of four layers of metal overlapping to give movement to the arch of his feet. At the very tip of the metal boot, a strip of metal upturned creating a point. One orb is also engraved at the tip of the right foot, and another is at the heel of the left foot.

Throughout his walk, the figure seemed to have been singing a tune rather poorly. His toneless cracking voiced resonated loudly despite the helmet covering his lips,

"I'm walking, walk~ing down a path!

Couldn't afford ass, gas, or grass!

I've been given a job,

Just cause I choose to rob!

I still don't know what to do;

Oh look! I see grim pooooo!"

The man that looks like a monster sung his tune stupidly. His gait and demeanor looked menacing from far away, but if any were to approach they would soon hear this jovial tune. He seemed more cheerful than anything at this time of confusion. The many countries around have fallen into chaos after the fall of Beacon. In this time where grim ran wild, while men tremble divided, this man simply sings.

Through his singing, he couldn't hear the sound of birds cawing in fear and trees getting knocked down just over the hill. His singing seemed to grow louder, and there was a joyful bounce in his step. He still couldn't notice the growls just up his way coming closer.

The armored man joyfully sang,

"I wonder how far that fire is.

Will there be beer and- uum."

He paused trying to find a rhyme, "Jiz? No that's pretty fucked up!"

The man paused raising his hands, which were clothed in gauntlets that interlocked smoothly and were pointed at the end of his digits, to his chin. It seemed he was investing a lot of thought into the song.

"Got it," He exclaimed before continuing to sing again, "I wonder how far that fire is. Will there be beer filled with fizz! I've been walking all day so I wanna sit! I hope they got a bathroom cause I gotta-"

A wild ursa appeared before him charging at him ready to strike him savagely. The man, just before the ursa's claws struck him, shouted out, "Shit!"

His body flew away landing almost ten feet away from the beast. The man managed to roll into his fall, but the sound of his armor twisting and bending along with his bones told him he was far from okay.

He slowly propped himself up trying to ignore the disturbing sounds of his own bones getting set back into place. He whined to himself, "Yep, that hurt; hurt a lot."

Ursa took this opportunity to close the distance between them. His back was to the ursa so he couldn't see its arm already reaching out to him. Just as the arm was about to take his head off, the man ducked beneath its thick claws. He also managed to jump back a few feet to get some distance from the beast.

He spoke to it amicably, "Come on buddy, I'm just trying to do my job. I don't feel like killing you."

His words fell on deaf ears because the beast was already approaching him maliciously. The man sighs before flipping his ursa hide cape over his head, and onto the Ursa's eyes. Before the heavy cape could weigh down his own head, the man undid the pins holding them there. He quickly dodge-rolled to his right now leaving the Grimm momentarily blind.

With his full armor now revealed, the man decided to end this fight. His armor consisted of over a hundred bands of dark iron, which allowed maximum flexibility. The only exception of this on the body would be the two shoulder pieces, a chest plate, and two solid hunks of metal covering his ass. The shoulder pieces were very standard but an eye was carved onto each shoulder piece. The chest plate was also fairly standard. It covered him from the bottom to the top of his sternum, and reached out to the bridge between the pectorals to the shoulders. The entire body was also covered by those orbs found on the helmet but they were at a much less concentrated ratio.

The ursa attempted rid itself of the cape by shaking its head wildly. When that failed, it heaved its massive body onto its hind legs and swiped the cape off its head. In its rampage, the figure approached in a rapid speed. When the beast had finally gotten the cape off, it was greeted by the armored man jumping onto his body. The man planted the sharp points of his feet between the ribs of the ursa to get a foothold. He then sunk his clawed hands into the Grimm's head.

The wound obviously wasn't enough to kill the ursa because it did not fall dead. In fact the beast already began to tear at the back of the man's armor. Blood soon began to run down his back.

The man growled at the beast through the pain, "Rest in peace."

With that said, the figure's pointed thumbs sunk into the ursa's eyes. Gritting his teeth, he drove his thumbs further into the beast's skull. The Grimm gave off a pained groan before collapsing onto the ground. The man jumped away just in time landing on his feet with an odd amount of grace. He walked over to the beast with slow, somber steps.

The ursa still squirmed in its agony. The man wrapped his clawed hands around the beast's throat, and yanked it away quickly and carefully. He stared silently at the dissolving body for a moment and the throat in his hand. He pointed his hand towards the body, and asked, "Lozenge?"

He giggled to himself briefly before wiping off the blood on his hands onto the snow. He started to walk towards his cape in order to collect it. As he walked, the orbs on his right shoulder and on the right side of his head began to twitch upwards. The faceless figure looks up to his right.

A group of almost ten ursa stalked their way up the hill towering over him from the right. The man dipped his head downwards in mock sadness, "Ooooof course."

He rotated his neck and shoulders stiffly. He sighed to himself, "I might actually die if I take that much damage. Better wake myself up."

He started to bounce slightly on his feet. The armor didn't seem to weigh him down in the slightest as he demonstrated the agility of a boxer. The orbs that covered his armor began to rotate around like the eyes of a sleeping man. He began to run at the mass of Grimm his claw-like hands ready to tear them apart. As he met the horde, he was quickly trembled.

Her eyelids opened stiffly like a car door frozen shut. Her burning golden hair was messier than usual almost like a lion. She had nowhere to be anytime soon, and her rigid body was almost begging her to stay still. Despite this, the sun peeking its cruel golden head into her window was in opposition to this desire.

The girl reached with her right arm for her drapes to kill off any form of light. Although she stretches out towards them, she can't reach the drapes. The girl's arm never even appeared in her line of sight. She looked down and only can saw a lame stump staring back at her.

The young woman lowers her head somberly. She gives up on the blinds and simply throws her comforter over her head with her left arm. She laid there enjoying her own warmth and trying to forget everything else.

How long had she been in bed? How long since she'd been wounded, since she'd been abandoned? What happened to her life? These questions attacked her brain in the silence. She tried her best to ignore it, but the more a person tries not to think about something the more that person does.

Worst of all there were three questions in her head that haunted her most of all: 'Where is Ruby right now? Is Weiss okay? Why did Blake leave?'

She almost wanted to puke. That thought made her realize how little she would throw up. She can't remember the last time she was eaten. Her father had some business to take care of out of town. She couldn't blame him for leaving her. A month was a long time to go without work. He fed her double portion before he left and said he would only be gone two days. This meaning he would show up tomorrow night.

The girl looked at her door menacingly. Would she dare go outside today? She attempted to make a move to sit up and her body screamed at her in response. The young woman laid out once more onto her bed in defeat.

This is when she began to fall between dreams and reality. It was like looking at wheel with one side colored black and the other white spinning slowly. There was a field of ice, and then she saw her bed post. After blinking, the girl saw the sun slowly descend on the field of ice. She saw the reflected rays of the sun turn from yellow to red, and it slowly began to fade to purple.

The sharp sound of a knock ripped her from her dream. As she threw herself up, the girl lost balance and fell face first off her bed. She lay there moaning due to frustration and pain. She shakily stood up as another round of knocks pressured her to answer the door.

The girl stood up and was then startled by another round of loud knocking. She looked over to her Ember Celica sat lonely on her bedside lamps stand. She knew nobody should be visiting and her father wouldn't be back until tomorrow night. The knocks seemed to be urgent and threatening.

She slipped on her gauntlet awkwardly by pushing her hand through and using the table to keep it still. She looked down and realized she still only wore her pajamas. She sighed dismissing the need to get dressed into something proper. She walked out her room and saw the entrance into her home.

Another sharp knock cause a painful pulse run through her head. She cringed at the noise and finally responded angrily, "I'm coming!"

A muffled, almost unintelligible voice shouts from behind the door, "That's what she said!"

The girl hesitated briefly staring at the door in confusion. She walked towards it and begins to open it with her left hand. She asked, "Uncle Qrow?"

She looked past the door and could only see darkness. From that darkness, a voice spoke out from it, "Nope."

The girl jumped back realizing the darkness was just a silhouette of the man before her. She looked at the figure's face and noticed the eye-like orbs implanted all over his helmet. The head was already intimidating enough, but the fury hide of an ursa made him even more intimidating. A yellow liquid was splattered all over the cape and the helm, which was tilting sideways in curiosity.

Perhaps she had gone stir crazy, or maybe this was still a dream, but sudden images of Grimm attacking, friends departing, and a red haired monster bearing its fangs. All the muscles in her weary body tensed suddenly. Her voice started as a low whisper but it ascended into a shout: "No, no. Get away from me! Leave!"

The man in the door way responded stammering awkwardly, "What? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was just-"

The girl was gripping her head while he talked, but the pain finally got to her. She threw her arms down, and interrupted him by shouting, "Leave!"

The girl charged forward while raising her single arm. The figure in the door frame raised his hands defensively, "Woah, Woah."

Even if she was in a weakened state, the girl was always strong. When her fist connected with his stomach, the shock wave from the punch and the bullet blew back the ursa hide. This revealed his terrifying armor but it also revealed she attacked a human.

The blonde-haired girl stared at the man that didn't seem to move after being struck at that force. She did notice that blood was seeping from his stomach.

The girl shivers at the sight. She stammers regretfully: "No Aura…"

The fallen female warrior cries out, "No not again."

She collapses to her knees, and her left arm grips what's left of her right. She bows her head down in regret.

The figure moves through the doorway and stoops down looking at her through the orbs on his helmet. He set a white duffel bag onto the floor to help balance himself. Despite his overwhelming presence, she ignored him completely. The girl was just staring at terrifying images that played out in her mind.

After staring at her silently, the figure moves his clawed hand to the back of his helmet. After poking into a slit into his armor, a large mechanic click is heard. The orbs in his armor twist slightly and push out further. The leather behind the helmet loosens enough for it to be taken off.

The figure hesitated but did take of his helmet before the girl. She was still dazed but the girl does look towards the figure's face. Despite the intimidating armor, he had a handsome face. Nothing stunning but it held no blemishes, cuts, and was very symmetrical. His hair was long, black, and matted. His hair also covered his face, but if someone could see past it they would find deep grey eyes.

He set his helmet down next to him, and he locked eyes with the girl before him. Cracking his fingers by locking his fingers together, the figure asks. He smiled at her happily, "Hey its fine. That round barely got past my armor; I'm fine. More importantly are you okay?"

Yang stares at the boy. His face was almost too childish for the armor he wore. The smile on him seemed so honest; it immediately disarmed her fears. She used her arm to balance herself. The boy asks her, "What's your name?"

The blonde girl could only stare. So many odd things had just happened the second she just got out of bed after such a long time. She was still so dazed she could only answer shakily, "…Yang…"

"Yang?" The man wondered.

The man tried to think about the name for a moment while scratching his chin. Suddenly his sharpened claws cut right through his skin causing blood to spurt out. In response to the pain, the man yelped and held his palm to the cut to stop the bleeding. He still started wriggling around in pain.

What stopped his antics was a brief giggle erupted from Yang's lips. He paused and stared at the girl giggling. He smiled at her, "There we go. So you're the girl. My name is Pytho Panoptes."

He lifted his hand from the cut on his face to give her a hand shake. The cut he had had disappeared and whatever blood that has leaked out from the cut was replaced by a dry yellow substance, which he quickly rubbed of his skin.

Yang could only stare at the hand because he had stuck out his right. Pytho just had to stare at his hand for a moment to realize his mistake. He scratched at the back of his head with his clawed hands in embarrassment. Ignoring the blood leaking out his head, he made an excuse for himself: "Sorry, I've been pretty tired lately."

He stretched out showing his physical exhaustion, "Hey, you seem like a nice enough girl. Mind if I just sleep here for a while."

He slowly began to sprawl himself onto the ground to rest. Yang saw the boy lay on his stomach and the state of his condition. Many broken off pieces of teeth and claws were implanted in his back. The yellow substance that is left from his blood stains the back of his armor.

Yang still watched with her mouth wide open. In a feeling she almost forgotten over this dreary month, Yang gritted her teeth, and her eyes and hair flared. She screamed, "What just happened?!"