rwby · atlas · military invasion · sci-fi · war · dust magic · ruthless · interdimensional · hunter · grimdark
The sky above your hometown is a sickly wash of violet and flame, streaked by the searchlights of Atlesian cruisers. A Dust round slams into the town square two streets over—the concussion shatters every remaining window for a block. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear the methodical clank of powered armor. A soldier in immaculate white plate rounds the corner, his rifle's barrel sweeping the rubble. He hasn't seen you yet. you — you have a heartbeat. Do you melt into the shadows, or do you meet him head-on?