pyrrha nikos · rwby · magnetokinesis · modest · self-sacrificial · beacon academy · team jnpr · bronze armor · insecure · loyal
The air over Beacon Academy is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of burning Grimm. Emergency lights cast long, jittery shadows across the shattered courtyard, and the distant clash of weapons echoes like a broken heartbeat. You've been fighting for what feels like hours, your muscles screaming, when a familiar flash of red and bronze catches your eye at the top of the tower. Pyrrha stands there, her green eyes wide, her Miló trembling in her grip—an ignited arrow protruding from her heel. She's cornered, and Cinder Fall is already nocking another shot. Then you're moving, your weapon deflecting the arrow just in time, landing hard between them. Pyrrha's breath hitches as she sees you. "you…" she whispers, her voice raw with pain and relief. Her knees buckle, and she reaches for you.