Well, this is a fine how do you do. Including you and the Malachite sister, you have five Xiongs disguised as White Fang aiming at what you now learn is a Huntsman. And frankly, you're not all that impressed. Your fellow gang members seem to be getting skittish over what looks like someone who just came back from a wedding reception. Those gauntlets are pretty interesting, though.

Fancy man, with five guns aimed right at him, just raises an eyebrow with an unimpressed expression.

Azul: Seriously, tho, I didn't think you White Fangs would actually be dumb enough to hit the armory with a Huntsman on inspection.

The twin mumbles something about no inspection being mentioned. Meanwhile, your trigger finger is slowly getting twitchy.

Azul: Anyway, I'm a Huntsman, you're a bunch of no-named goons. So how about we cut the foreplay and you all turn yourselves--

*BANG*

Tired of the one-sided conversation, you just shoot him in the hopes of adding a new orifice in his forehead. Only... you missed? Right as you pulled the trigger, you saw for a split second a skeleton before the Huntsman straight up disappeared.

Before you could make a crude comment, you hear a bamf, followed by what sounds like someone getting donkey punched in the back of the head. Spinning around, you hear another bamf as a goon falls flat on his face.

Bamf. Another goon gets swept off his feet, and sucker punched into the ground.

Bamf. Malachite gets comboed in the gut before getting uppercutted.

Okay, you learned your mistake. Activating your semblance, the Huntsman bamfs right in front of you with an arm whined back. As he throws what looks like a nasty hay maker towards your face, it begins to slowly inch towards you before practically stopping right in front of you.

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Samebitchdifferenttime: There's a gate at the far end of the vault that leads to a tunnel out in the city. We open that, the trucks will drive in, and we can start loading up as everyone else arrives to help.

Just as she finishes that sentence, you pull out your gun and quickly spin around to take aim.

*bamf*

As soon as the Huntsman pops into existence, you open fire on him.

He fucking Matrixes your ass before bamfing again. Before you could look around for him, that annoying sound emanates behind you, followed by the most agonizing pain from your balls shooting up your body. You let out what is admittedly the highest pitched scream you could ever emit.

As you fall to the ground in the fetal position, now feeling sorry for Hillbilly all those months ago, Azul puts his foot back down and just lays the smackdown on the rest of your group with ease, with the Malachite sister putting up some semblance of a fight.

As he makes a joke of your group, with that bamfing sound going off nonstop, you try to get to your knees as you cradle your scrambled eggs. With a slight girlish howl, you activate your semblance again.

(Y/n): FFFUUuurrrrr...

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*KABOOM*

The C-4 goes off, rocking the foundation around you as dust flies from the explosion. Once it begins to clear, your group steps out from the corner and gawk at the hole right next to the vault door.

You, on the other hand, just softly grasp your balls out of reflex. The physical pain has vanished, but the mental anguish shall haunt you for the rest of the night.

Anyway, your group leader pulls out her scroll and brings it to her ear.

Cu₂CO₃(OH)₂: Armory breeched. Diverge to the vault.

The four of them begin squeezing their asses through the hole while you hang back for a moment.

(Y/n): Okay..... This may require a few more tries.

(Azul's p.o.v.)

Shit shit shit shit shit!

Of course, someone would try to hit the armory today of all days! The one day I get to be lazy, and I have to prevent the city from getting crippled. AGAIN! Rushing through the halls, I only find a few corpses of the guards. I'm not really trying to search the whole building for any survivors. The main priority is making sure the armory is secured. If that's compromised, not only will the city be under equipped for a Grimm invasion, but whoever is yoinking the guns will become a sudden big problem if they ever use them.

Sprinting around a corner, I spot the vault door down a long hallway. The door, obviously, is intact. But the wall to the side of it is busted open for anyone not fat to shimmy through. Dashing to the hole, I glance inside and spot a few individuals in familiar looking attire. The sound of a female voice barely echoes off the walls for me to understand that they're planning to open the back gates.

Focusing on my semblance, I teleport into the vault just a few yards away from them. My sudden bamfing seemed to have gotten their attention, as the four of them quickly spin around and point their guns at me. Getting a closer look, I see that it's the goons of the White Fang. I hold back a chuckle as I stare them down.

Azul: Well, ain't you guys getting ballsy lately.

???: A Huntsman?! Fffuck...

Azul: Seriously, tho, I didn't think you White Fangs would actually be--

*BOOM*

A gunshot similar in sound to a fucking bomb going off to my right, something slams into my side, sending me flying across the room and crashing into a large shelving unit. Guns, boxes of ammo, and crates filled with more guns and ammo fall around my form as the metal shelving folds in around me. Besides getting shot in the kidney by possibly an anti-material rifle and embedded into military grade metal shelves with the force to fold a normal person's spine in half, I'm fine. Specifically, thanks to my aura eating up most of the abuse. It still hurts like an absolute whore, though.

As a blue hue flickers across my body, my aura trying to repair any damages, I shove a box of bullets off me as I look to see who has the balls. A few yards away, I spot another White Fang grunt holding a big ass sniper rifle, smoke emanating from the barrel. Clearly, he grabbed it from nearby when I didn't notice him.

He pulls back the bolt, a cigar sized bullet shell flies out, and points the gun at me.

Azul: Oh FUCK.

*bamf*

*BOOM*

Teleporting back outside the vault door, I flop to the floor as the gunshot rings through the air. Barely half a second before the grunt shot another round at where I once was. The first round was bad enough, I'm not gonna take a chance on what the second one would do.

???: Get that gate open! NOW!

A male voice, practically dripping with ire and hate, shouts out, probably towards the others. Those five words cause several concerning thoughts to rush through my mind. I could go get backup, but that might take too long, even with my semblance, giving these assholes plenty of time to steal the guns. No, I need to deal with this now.

Getting back on my feet, I check the spot I was shot at. It's definitely starting to bruise. I take a few breaths and activate my semblance again.

*bamf*

Teleporting back into the vault, I--

*BOOM*

Immediately another shot, this time square in my chest. I'm sent flying back once again by an object the size of a finger and the punching force of a truck. Panicking mid-air, I bamf elsewhere in the vault. The one downside to this semblance is my momentum teleports with me. So I ended up sliding across the floor from the bullet regardless. Slamming into a wall, I struggle to catch my breath. Coughing, gasping, and wheezing, no matter what, the pain of getting shot in the chest makes it hard to put air back in my lungs.

Unfortunately for me, I was given a chance to know what the second shot does. Because the first did a number on my aura, the next one managed to hurt even more. Even when I'm able to breathe again, it hurts every time I inhale. A rib is definitely broken.

One more shot, and it'll definitely kill.

???: Get the FUCK OUT HERE, you bitch!

Shooter from before, getting closer. I look up and see the top of the shelves. Struggling to my feet, I bamf to the top of one, wobbling a bit until I get my balance back. Fuck, those sniper shots fucked me up good. I tap into whatever agility I still have in me and jump across the top of the shelves. My years of training as a Huntsman helped me move silently. Few jumps later, and I make it to where the surprise sniper is. Looking down, he's stalking through the aisles, trying to look for me with rifle still in hand.

Identifying this guy as the major threat now, I prepare to make a surprise attack from above.

???: BOO!

With a surprise of his own, he snaps the rifle upward and fires another shot at me! In panic, I bamf out of the way, letting the shot miss me and punch a dinner plate sized hole in the ceiling. I teleport behind the shooter and go for a swing. A good ol' donkey punch to the skull should suffice.

Once again, this dude somehow predicted my move and swings the rifle around to block my punch. My gauntlet bends the weapon towards him, effectively rendering it useless. This doesn't seem to bother him as he throws the broken rifle to the side and jabs me in the side. Right where he first shot me. Pain shoots through my waist as I let out a grunt in discomfort.

Moments later, we start trading blows in fisticuffs. With me mostly getting blocked and him jabbing at the spots he's shot me in. In short, I'm actually getting annoyed and worried. Over the sounds of us beating the shit out of each other, I hear the mechanical whirring and cranking of the gate opening from afar. In a moment of panicking, I did not notice my opponent pull out a knife and go for a stab to my gut until the last second. Moving fast, I reach down and grab his arms, stopping mere millimeters away from adding an unwanted hole.

Struggling to overpower him, I hear the pitter patter of rushing footsteps behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, the sight of a feminine figure charges at me and quickly kneels down for a jump. Moving fast, I swing my original opponent's arms and mine up and over. Just as they're over our heads, I activate a feature on one of my gauntlets and extend a blade out. Just as I thought, the chick brings down a blade of her own, only to be blocked by mine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn that the one in front of me looked interested all of a sudden. This is replaced with him suddenly letting go of his knife, catching it with his other hand, and successfully stabs me in the side. Right. In. The. Fucking.  KIDNEY.

With a blood curdling scream, I teleport away and into the center of the vault. I grab my stab wound as blood begins to leak out. I guess my aura has finally given up on me. Quickly looking around, I see the back gates wide open, leading to a tunnel that stretches for who knows how long. To my dread, I see headlights piercing through the dark.

Looking around again, I see the hole bypassing the vault door and spot more White Fang climbing through....

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

With another scream, this time in rage and manic panic, I lift my arm not holding my stab wound. Instead of a built-in sword, a gun barrel juts out as I open fire at the new arrivals. Because of the pain and now the blood loss, my shots go wild and hit the walls more than the terrorists. The little goons quickly hit the deck, take cover behind shelves, or just duck back through the hole to avoid my bullets.

A sudden bullet rips through my arm, knocking me out of my blind rage as I wince in pain. Looking over, the psychopath from before and his gal pal charge at me as they shoot in my direction. Tired of them riding my ass now, I force what little aura I have left to basically overclock my semblance. This is going to suck.

For them.

*bamf*

Going for the girl first, I teleport to her side and sweep kick her legs, making her airborne for just a moment. I teleport again behind her, swinging both my arms up and around to hammer them down on her head. This slams her skull down into the concrete floor, causing a spider web of cracks to form the instant she made contact. I don't let up and simultaneously swing a hay maker and teleport in front of the first guy.

Of course he fucking blocks it. Not only that, but with the knife still in his hand, he slashes me across the chest.

*bamf*

I go behind and punch the back of his knee. I hit, but he quickly swings an elbow back and clocks me in the face.

*bamf*

I teleport above and go for a downward kick. He reaches up, grabs my leg, and manages to push me away.

*bamf*

I punch him to his left in the ribs.

*bamf*

Combo his back and finish with a kick.

*bamf*

With a mighty swing, I round house kick for his head. He blocks, but with my momentum, I continue with another kick that manages to connect.

*bamf*

I am very tired.

*bamf*

Remembering I have built-in guns and swords in my gauntlets, I decide to go all in. With a flurry of slashes, maybe a few shots to the gut, I lay into this one White Fang member in the hopes that he will just. Go! DOWN!! All while a gay ass (y/c) aura shimmers every time I manage to land a hit.

I teleport to his left but quickly bamf to his right and slash him in the face. This finally manages to knock off his mask. With another bamf, I teleport in front of him again and--... A sharp pain pierces through my abdomen and all the way to my back. One arm with an extended blade just hovers over his shoulder. More concerning, it's somewhat bamfing in and out of existence. I slowly look down and see... his arm jammed into my torso.

Holding tightly to my spine.

Flickering some more, I look up and see my opponent just staring at me. Grinning like a mad man with those beady (y/c) eyes.

???: Gotcha, bitch.

With a strong pull, he rips his arm free. Excruciating pain launches throughout my body as I simply fall limp. The moment my body hits the floor, the pain suddenly... disappears. Now that I think about it, everything is sort of going numb. I.... I think I'll play dead for a bit..... Catch them...... off....... guard.....

(3rd p.o.v.)

You toss the two segments of spine on the floor as you glare at the dead Huntsman. You've lost track of how many times you resetted to fight this asshole, but it was definitely over twenty times. These Huntsman are definitely no joke... You hock the biggest loogie you can and spit on the corpse.

Thejokefinallyends: MEL!?

The sudden scream catches your attention as you look over to see what's up. You spot one of the Malachite twins, now figure it to be Miltia, rush from the hole in the wall, and straight to her downed sister. Oh yeah, she got laid the fuck out a minute ago... The not-unconscious-sister checks on her probably-unconscious sister to make sure she's still alive. Meanwhile, you spot a fellow goon walk up to you while gawking at your fresh kill. You figure it to be Pen.

Pen: Ho. Ly. Sshhit. You just killed a Huntsman!

(Y/n): I know, I was there.

Pen: No, seriously. You actually killed killed a Huntsman! Do you know what that means?!

(Y/n): No, but I feel like you're going to explain it either way.

Pen: Putting down a Huntsman or Huntress by yourself is, like, the most street cred anyone, even a henchman, could get. People are gonna know your name for this!

(Y/n): Oh.... Groovy.

A pained groan catches both your attention. Looking to where the twins are, you see Melanie sit up with the help of Miltia. You decide to be a semi-decent samaritan and help too. Walking over to them, you kneel down and place a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n): You good, girl?

Melanie: *moan* I'll live. What about the Huntsman?

(Y/n): Dead as a doorknob.

Melanie: *sigh* That's good.... Help me up?

You and Miltia each grab an arm and lift Melanie to her feet. A little wobbly, but she's standing again.

(Y/n): Alright, Mil, you get her in a truck. We'll load the guns up.

Miltia: Make it quick. The next shift staff will be here in half an hour.

(Y/n): You heard her, people! Bag 'em and tag 'em!

Melanie: Ow, my ears.

You leave the twins to head back to the trucks as you walk in a random direction. Preferably one where guns are at. However, as the twenty or so able bodied henchman go to grab all sorts of boom sticks and carting them towards the trucks, you suddenly stop and have a thought. Turning around, you spot the motionless body of the Huntsman.

More specifically, the red gauntlets on his arms...

(Meanwhile, in the streets of Vale)

Today has been a bad day for Johnny the gas station employee. For whatever unfathomable reason, his boss blames him for the lack of customers. Certainly not because they're working in a bad neighborhood filled with robbers, muggers, gas siphoners, and any other ers that would suffocate a competent business practice. Unfortunately for Johnny, his boss is anything but competent. So, he got his pay reduced, tasked with more shit than he's paid to do, and now he's stuck with toilet duty for the rest of the month. But worst of all, his insurance doesn't cover for sudden robot attacks. So fuck his life in particular.

At least his boss managed to hire more clueless teenagers to take the night shift. Now he can finally get a normal sleep schedule.... next week. Right now, he's tasked with picking up a shipment of frozen burgers to restock the gas station. Why anyone actually likes these one dollar diarrhea makers is beyond Johnny. Oh well, this is the last thing he needs to do before he can finally clock out.

Walking through a city square, he spots his rental car just a ways away. Pulling out his keys, he finds the plastic remote and presses the unlock button.

*bee-beep*

*KABOOOOOOOOOM*

Suddenly, his car, along with two other ones next to his, as well as half the goddamn street, spontaneously explodes in a fiery ball of metal, cement, and what looks like a train flying up from the depths. Hell, it almost looks like red, white, black, and yellow bodies are flying around in the explosion.

As all this epic bullshit is going down, Johnny just stands there motionless. Car remote in one hand, a box of burgers in the other, and zero emotions on his face. Without the car, the frozen burgers will thaw and spoil, and his boss will definitely chew him out for this..... He drops everything he is holding on the ground and raises his hands, obviously giving up. Without a word, he turns around on his heel and starts walking home. Completely ignoring the demonic hissing sound coming from the newly formed crater.

(Back to you)

As the sun begins to rise, signaling a new day, several trucks go cruising through the streets. Like bandits making a clean getaway with fresh loot.

Goon1: Did anybody else hear that explosion?

In the back of a truck not filled to the brim with guns, you sit with your fellow henchmen as you admire your new trophies. Two kickass mechanical gauntlets that hide a few nifty little tricks. As you fiddle with your new weapons, admittedly catching the attention of almost everyone else in the truck, you lift your arm and point it upward. As you ball your fist and flex your forearm, a blade extends out from the wrist and pierces the roof of the truck. Some of the goons flinch from the action, but most start laughing in excitement. As well as you, as you retract the blade and stare gleefully at the gauntlet.

(Y/n): Ohohohohohooo, I'm gonna have a gay ol' time with these!

Goon2: Keep what you fucking kill. That's what's up!

All the laughter and good-time-having soon dies down as a strange sound can be faintly heard. It soon gets louder and finally becomes clear what you're hearing.

(Y/n): Is that a siren?

Goon1: Oh shitshitshitshitshit!

Goon2: How the hell's that possible?!

Goon3: No, not now! Not now!

Before you could question what the fuck is going on, the truck you're in suddenly lurches as it immediately speeds up. In about a few minutes, you all arrive back at the club. The trucks come to a screeching stop as everyone quickly jumps out and hurriedly start unloading the weapons. You hop out as well and see everyone rush around in a panic. The twins are barking orders for everyone to hurry the fuck and get everything inside. You manage to spot Pen carrying several rifles in hand and jog your way to him.

Pen: FuckfuckfuckshitfuckdammitcraphellFUCK!

(Y/N): Pen.

Pen: Dammit dammit dammit!

(Y/n): Pen!

Pen: What are the fucking odds of this happening now!?

(Y/n): Fucking--

You grab him by the shoulder and forcefully spin him around to face you, causing him to drop the guns. Hell, his White Fang mask even flies off his face in the process.

(Y/n): PEN!!!

You screaming in his face seemed to have finally gotten his attention, albeit he now looks panicky annoyed.

Pen: What is it?! We need to get inside, now! Don't you hear the siren!?

(Y/n): Yeah, I fucking hear it! What I want to know is; What the shit does it mean? Why the shit is everyone panicking over? And also, WHAT THE SHIT IS THAT?!?!?

All your annoyance and anger suddenly evaporate as you see a giant fuck off bear at the parking lot entrance. What spooked you even more about it was that it was blacker than sin, has white armor and spikes jutting from it, and piercing red eyes looking at you like a snack.

Safe to say, for the first time since you woke up in that dorm room, you are genuinely shidded right now.

Other henchmen begin to notice the demon bear and start panicking. Understandably so, as it notices you all and starts galloping at your direction. Everyone drops what they're doing and makes a run for the club. As they rush by, you hear some of them scream "Grimm".

So, here you are, standing in the middle of the parking lot, your fellow henchman running shitless, Pen trying to pull you to safety, all while a freaky bear you learn is called a Grimm charges at you with murderous intentions. However, with all of this happening, there's only one thought going through your mind right now.

(Y/n): 'Wow, that sunrise looks pretty.... It'd be a shame to die like this.'

Yanking out of Pen's grip, you walk towards the Grimm and flex your arm. A barrel soon sticks out as you point your arm at the charging beast. As it roars, you start unloading at it as it gets closer.

Thirty yards, you hit its shoulder.

Twenty-five yards, black mist shoots out of its nose from a bullet hitting.

Twenty, half a dozen bullets manage to crack its face plate.

Fifteen, it lets out another roar. A bullet or two shuts it up as they go down its throat.

Ten, half its face is torn in half.

Five, it finally stops and stands to its full height, practically towering over you. It pulls back a paw to try and swipe at your form. You point your other arm at it and fire both arm cannons at its face, unloading a hailstorm of bullets. Its head, practically unrecognizable at this point, suddenly explodes. You finally stop shooting and take a step back, allowing the beast to fall dead right at your feet.

Not a moment later, the body starts to evaporate into black smoke, disappearing in seconds. I swear, you can't go one day without something confusing happening right in front of you. Aside from the sirens, screaming, and roaring in the distance, the silence is soon broken by chatter coming from behind you. Looking over, several Xiong goons are looking and pointing in your direction as they chatter about what you just did.

Your attention soon snaps back to the parking lot entrance as you hear more roaring. This time, you see not only more bears but also wolves, boars, and even some freaky two-legged things. All are now pouring through the entrance. With an annoyed sigh, you turn back to your gang, getting their attention.

(Y/n): Come on! We got fucking guns! USE THEM!

Spotting a rifle on the ground, the same kind you used on the Huntsman, you pick it up and aim it towards the sorry excuse of a horde coming your way. As you evaporate a wolf's head into shrapnel and splinters, the Xiongs look at you, then each other, then the guns they dropped earlier. Pen spots what looks like a sword on the ground. He picks it up and realizes it's a shift weapon. Turning it to gun mode, he now holds a rifle as he looks back in your direction, still strolling towards the Grimm with boom stick in hand.

Pen:....... *inhale**exhale**inhale**exhale**inhaleexhaleinhaleexhale**inhale* AAAAAAAAAHHHH!

He charges at the Grimm as he fires several potshots at them. Xiongs, dumb struck at the dumbass' actions, just stand around..... for a moment before they, too, start finding weapons to join in. What was once a bunch of shitters screaming in fear quickly turn into a bunch of shitters screaming for action.

The last to stand behind are the Malachite twins, absolutely gobsmacked at what they're seeing right now. Not long ago, these idiots were jumpy at every blonde that walked into the bar. Now, they're willingly charging towards the Grimm just because the new guy said so. The sisters slowly look towards each, mouths agape, and just shrugged their shoulders before they too charge ahead to join the fight.

All in all, it's a hell of a way to start a morning.

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