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A large hooded figure trudged down a snowy path, framed on all sides by tall evergreen trees. Steel armored boots stepped through the snow softly enough that the figure's steps did not make more than a light crunching noise to displace the quiet of the forest. The figure was completely covered, not revealing anything of himself to the world, just as he preferred it.

A full-length hooded long-coat covered up almost his entire body, but oddly only his left arm was covered by a long sleeve, and on his left hand was a steel clawed gauntlet with pink draconic scroll-work. His right arm, however, was completely sheathed in steel armor with pink draconic scroll-work. The figure's legs were covered by black leather pants that ended at the knee, and from the knees down where steel silver and pink armored boots.

Around the figure's slim waist, over the coat, was a black leather belt with a silver buckle in the shape of a fleur-de-lis with a pair of swords crossed over a shield. Attached to the left side of the belt was an ornate sword.

The warsword Balmung possessed an ornate silver-colored steel pommel and cross-guard, a black-gray wrapped hilt, and a black shield-shaped ornament at the center of the guard with a silver cross embedded in it. The scabbard was black leather-covered wood with aesthetic silver ornaments running its length.

The figure's chest was covered by a steel, diamond-shaped breastplate, covering everything from the collar bones to below the figure's rib-cage, leaving everything below to be covered only by a thick black turtleneck.

Attached to the figure's back by a magnet inside the coat was an ornate kite-shield. The shield Fafnir had a thick black ornate outline, with the face of the shield itself being mirror polished steel. In the center pf the mirror-like face was a black fleur-de-lis, crossed swords and shield symbol, itself outlined by numerous smaller pink draconic symbols and ornate black vinework.

Going almost unseen under the heavy coat was the pistol strapped to his left thigh. The gun Hilde was a semi-automatic, break loading revolver with three barrels and three cylinders. It was no less ornamented than his sword or shield, with silver vines decorating the black handle, and black scrollwork decorating the silver barrels.

The figure's face, which would have otherwise been merely shadowed by the hood of his coat, was covered by a silver and pink dragon themed steel mask that curved over his head till it reached the back of his skull, leaving his ears uncovered, but still concealed by the shadows of his hood.

The silence of the forest, up till now unbroken but for the soft crunches of his footsteps, was split by a sudden roar. It started out as a lion's roar, but then tapered off and became an eagle's cry.

With his left hand the figure removed Fafnir from his back and held it in a ready position, the length of the shield running parallel with his forearm, and with his right he gripped the hilt of Balmung. His grip was firm, but not yet drawing the sword from the scabbard as he waited for his enemy to show themselves.

Several more cries echoed in the night sky, some the same as the one from before, some different. Some sounded miles in the distance, some sounded closer like they were hiding just within the tree line, and some sounded like they came from different beasts altogether.

Upon hearing the drumbeats of large wings he jumped back, spreading his legs and bending his knees in the stance of his forefathers, holding his shield before his body, and drew revealing a gleaming damascened steel blade with a diamond crossection, the metal bearing a wavy pattern making the blade resemble liquid metal.

A large black winged form landed on the spot he just stood on seconds ago. Upon observation, the creature was a creature of Grimm, a griffon to be precise. The creature was extremely large, easily towering over him by leaps and bounds. Massive wings stood proudly on its furry back, each being very large, with long sharp feathers. Bony plates and spikes were present along the bony frames of the wings, along its spine, lion-like tail and hind legs. Its forelegs were more eagle like, and were covered in fur up to the joint, where fur became sharp feathers, and ending in strong four digit claws.

The griffon snarled at him, rearing back its white, four eyed skull, before it lunged at him, opening its beak wide in an ear splitting roar, exposing the grey webbing connecting the upper half to the lower.

The figure raised his shield before him, temporarily hiding his body from the monster's eyes before he leaned back, putting his body weight onto one leg before hetwisted into a kick with the other. The griffon lunged forward at the warrior, expecting to bury the man under its weight, but was surprised when the kick managed to lift it off the ground and throw it back through the air, sending it skidding a full ten feet through the snow.

The warrior heard shifting in the snow about his feet, so he stepped to the side and stabbed his sword into the ground and was met with a loud screech before the snow behind it exploded upward, and the white head of a king taijitu lunged at him at lightning speed. Spreading his legs and moving his body into a defensive stance, the figure raised his shield.

The figure gritted his teeth when the giant serpent rammed its head into his shield with the force of freight train. His armored feet digging into the earth beneath the snow, yet he was still forced back a full few feet. The taijitu, however, was stopped so abruptly that its body went slack behind it as its forward momentum was completely halted.

Now with breathing room, the warrior maneuvered his shied and putting his weight into it he slamed the taijitu's head into the ground, before with a grunt of exertion bringing down his sword with such force that the the head was severed in one stroke.

Upon the death of the king taijitu, the griffon lunged at him once more. The warrior lowered into a defensive stance, but rather than meet it head on once again the grimm stopped short and flew back into the air before, with a beat of its wings, the grimm launched a flurry of razor sharp feathers at him.

Some were blocked or deflected by his shield, some missed entirely and stabbed into the snowy ground, but the last one managed to bypass his shield and was headed for his shoulder, only to be deflected into the snow by Balmung.

The snow below his feet exploded outward once again, but this time not by a grimm rushing out to meet him, but by the warrior himself as he jumped into the air to meet the griffon head on. A metal hand gripped the griffon's masked skull, cracking but not breaking it, and using it as leverage, the warrior flipped himself over the grimm's head so he could straddle its back.

Drawing his sword once he had successfully managed to grip the monster's sides with his legs, the warrior made to behead the griffon, but only managed to scratch its thick neck before the grimm bucked him off.

As he fell through the air, the warrior managed to wright himself so that he would land feet first, but was seized by the griffon as it dove after him. The warrior struggled in the creature's grip to free himself from the attempted dive bomb, and upon successfully freeing himself of the griffon's grip he maneuver himself on top of the beast, with his feet on top of its belly and his knees bent.

The griffon tried to snap at him, bur only earned itself a punch to the beak for its trouble. Then, just as they were about to hit the ground, he put all of his weight into his knees and straightened his legs with a snap at the last moment before the griffon collided with the ground, sending all of his weight and downward momentum into the griffon's stomach and chest, and was rewarded with a satisfying crunch as the grimm stopped moving.

Satisfied with his kill, the warrior known as Raven sheathed his sword and put away his shield. He resumed down the path he was walking before all of this started, but stopped and turned his head when he heard loud stomping coming toward him. Completing his turn, he saw a boarbatusk charging him down.

Without hesitation, he withdrew Hilde with his left hand and leveled the gun at the charging grimm. Waiting for it to get in close, he squeezed the trigger and a powerful volley of three bullets launched from the long barrels and slammed into the creature, causing it to halt its charge and fall to the ground disoriented, its momentum causing it to skid to his feet.

Raven raised his right leg and set his foot down on the dazed grimm's neck, and leaning his body forward he stomped down with enough force to cave in the boarbatusk's neck and causing its eyes to pop out of its sockets.

Raven sighed and returned his gun to its holster, and continued down his path unmolested.

A warsword is an unofficial classification coined by Shad of the youtube channel Sadiversity. It is the abslute biggest a longsword could possibly be before it has to change classification and become a greatsword.

Before anyone says anything, yes I am aware that longswords are meant as two-handed weapons, and are therefore not used with shields. RWBY, however, does not opperate with any level of reality when it comes to the imaginative weapons and fights, and is one of the most fun things about the show for me.