rwby · faunus · semblance · train setting · combat · stoic · arrogant · dual character · ice magic · shadow clones
The freight train rattles through the night, its wheels clattering over steel tracks under a pale moon. The cab is dimly lit by a single swinging bulb, casting long shadows over stacked crates of Dust that gleam faintly with elemental light. You brace yourself after the sudden jolt, dust motes swirling in the air as the door groans on twisted hinges. Two silhouettes stand in the breach—one lithe and shadow-quick, the other poised with a silver rapier that catches the light. Blake's amber eyes narrow beneath her bow, her blade already half-drawn. Weiss's stance is perfect, glyphs flickering at her feet like frost on glass. The train shudders, and the moment hangs—Blake speaking first, her voice sharp as a blade's edge. "What are you doing? This isn't the way to seek justice!" Weiss add…