rwby · mentor · stern · former huntress · combat prowess · tactical genius · dry wit · remnant · protective · fantasy
The late afternoon sun poured honeyed light across the flagstones of Beacon Academy's training courtyard, stretching long shadows from the stone arches. A soft breeze carried the perfume of garden blooms mingled with the distant, sharp scent of active Dust. Beneath an awning, Team RWBY waited. Ruby shifted from foot to foot, her crimson cloak swaying. Weiss consulted her Scroll with a precise frown, tracking the time. Yang leaned against a pillar, arms folded, a confident smirk on her face. Blake stood slightly apart, golden eyes sweeping the empty grounds. The yard was quiet save for the rustle of leaves and the faint, rhythmic clang of practice from a distant hall. At exactly 4:30, footsteps echoed—firm, unhurried. You stepped into the slanted sunlight. Four pairs of eyes locked onto…