The Huntsman traveled through the forests. He knew this path, he knew what was on it. He kept an eye on the skies. Ever since he had killed that Grimm, the flying ones were out in full force.
“Quiet today.” He muttered to himself. Suddenly he heard a Nevermore screech, followed by the scream of a small boy. The man drew his weapon and rushed forwards. Off the path.
He came to a large clearing in the forest. The giant Nevermore was circling the top of the surrounding trees, and in the center of what appeared to be a campground, stood a faunus.
It was a goat faunus, horns protruding from his rust red hair, his black leather jacket covered a large amount of his torso. And a dirty pair of jeans covered his legs, the boys shoes were covered by the tall grass, and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
As the Nevermore descended slowly, the boy reached into his jacket with almost unperceivable motions, his right hand dipped inside. The Grimm was mere feet from him now.
The Huntsman should be moving right now, he knew that, he should have grabbed his weapon and immobilized the creature, protected the boy. But something about the way the faunus stood, the way he moved, fascinated him. He wanted to see what the boy would do next.
He crouched, eyes still closed. Pulling his hand out of his jacket, he revealed a well worn gun, green and silver, dented and faded. His eyes flew open as he leapt at the Nevermore, grabbing onto its wing with one hand. The boy shot with his weapon as he pulled himself up. Riding on the Nevermore’s back, he crouched down and held on as the monster bird took off into the stratosphere.
Squinting, the huntsman saw the two figures fighting in mid air. The smaller one, the boy, jumped off the Grimm’s back, firing shots as he circled midair to land on it again. The bird tried to shoot its feathers, but they missed as the boy swung around. Landing on the back of the creature again, he grabbed the wing and pulled it back. The grimm twisted, beginning to fall. The boy shot at the monster's head as it fell, then the shots stopped. The huntsman couldn't see what was happening, until the grimms wing exploded into black smoke.
The boy had cut it off.
The Nevermore fell, screeching in pain. The man could barely make out the redheaded faunus crawling towards the eyes of the monster. Seeing the danger he was in, the man took a step back as the monster landed on the floor of the clearing. The rest of the body disappeared quickly, leaving only the boy, who called out.
“Ok,” he said, looking around, “you can come out now.”
The huntsman panicked. Was he talking about him? Suddenly another boy came out of the clearing. This one had blonde hair and blue eyes. He wasn't a faunus, at least not that the man could see. He wore a similar outfit to the first boy. But without the jacket. He sighed as he saw the rising smoke, then spoke.
“I don’t know why you make me hide,” he said. The first boy glared at him. “It’s for your own safety.” The blonde haired boy sighed. “But why? I can fight a Grimm.” he argued.
“I wasn't just talking about the monsters. Besides, you were the one that screamed like a girl.”
“I did not,” the first boy argued. The Huntsman stepped out of the clearing, breaking the boys concentration. The second boy pulled out a bow and arrow and aimed it at the man, who held up his hands.
“No threat here.” he said. The blonde boy didn't move.
“Who are you?” he said. The huntsman took a step back.
“Joseph Chars. You?” he said. The blonde boy looked at the faunus, who nodded. He put down the bow.
“Gregory Curtis.” he said. The faunus looked at the rising smoke one more time, then spoke.
“And I am Daniel Samuels.”