RWBY: The Legend of Nameless

CHAPTER 6

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Arrows rained from the sky as they decimated the creatures of Darkness that were coming in waves.

Gunfire sounded as screams resonated around the village in the middle of nowhere between the Kingdom of Vale and Vacuo, a village with no name.

Citizens, human and faunus alike, ran for their lives while arrows covered their retreat, forming a line.

And when they looked back behind them, only a single back covered by a red shroud stood between them and the Grimm.

A single archer of red.

In a flash of neon blue, more arrows appeared on his off-hand before he started razing the horde of Grimm. With fire rates equal to a machine gun with only just a bow, countless Grimm gets shot down before they could even move.

By the time the village heads formed a strike team of former and trained residents to help the lone archer, the battle had ended.

The Grimms that tried to invade them, based on their strike team's review, were Threat Level 3, which would have weeks or even months to fight back, were not there anymore due to their numbers and species.

Even after dealing with most of the Grimm herd, the archer kept watch and sniped any remaining Grimm that came due to the surge of negative emotions that was caused by the invasion, with such speed that the creatures of Darkness didn't even realize that they had fallen before they faded into black mist.

Standing on top of the bent gateway, he perched with his bow on his left hand, and arrows on his right. His red shroud that surrounded the figure, billowing behind him from the winds that blew.

As if everyone was hypnotized, they kept staring at his back, the back of a hero.

Once he was certain that the Grimm would not come close to them, he looked back, silver eyes shining from under his hood.

Not only did he saved them from an incoming invasion, but he started to fix their broken gates and fences, taking hours upon hours of time to meticulously make sure that they were at peak condition. He even recommended additional defenses that they sorely lacked, with strategies and tactics in case something like this happened once more.

"I'm just a no name archer."

The man said, the eyes of silver glowing under his hood, as the village mayor asked for their saviors name.

And one day, he left, without any reward. Without a trace, as if everything that happened in the past few days had been a lucid dream.

That was the first recorded legend of the Nameless Red Archer.

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"Achoo!"

Colt sneezed as he rubbed his nose, snorting slightly. Someone was talking about him recently, he had been sneezing a lot lately. Maybe it was the weather, the news did say that it was close to pollen season.

Returning his focus to the Scroll in his hand, he simply sighed once he started rereading the contents of his current mission, his ears trying to deafen out the loud spinning blades of the Bullhead he was in.

He shouldn't have been so curious, dammit.

He blames Archer's luck. It always leads him to somewhere where shit's going down, like that village that he was in a few days ago. This E rank luck is so weird, he doesn't know to thank it or to hate it.

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A Week Ago...

Reaching the front door to his hotel room that he was staying in for the past year and a half, Colt breathed a sigh as he rolled his right shoulder. All the firing he has been doing for the past few days was slowly but surely taking a toll on him.

Unlocking the door, he opens it wide, ignoring the pair of familiar shoes on the ground just before the living space as he walked to grab a bottle of iced water.

"Yo, Archer. I took a beer from the mini-fridge, just send it to my tab."

The voice of a rough-aged man sounded as Colt turned to glare at his bed.

Lo' and behold, Qrow Brawnen, S ranked Huntsmen, nicknamed the Grimm Reaper, was lying on his hotel bed drinking a can of beer while watching his Scroll.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he takes a deep breath before downing the ice water.

"What do you want now, Qrow?"

He met him when he was busy saving a village in Mistral, who was hanging out there for some reason. They've met, fought together, and ever since then ended becoming friends somehow. Once in a blue moon, they go out for missions, which usually were C to B ranked, but will 100% turn into A rank missions due to the man's Semblance.

He'd never met an unfortunate soul other than him until now. And what bad luck this guy causes, a bootleg Wonder of U, to be precise.

His Scroll vibrates in his pocket. With some interest, he opens the message.

"... Qrow, you just sent me a video... of a crow hunting another crow."

"Oops, my bad, was watching that."

"... That's kinda weird."

Qrow cracks open another beer before chugging it.

"Please, it's not weird, it's similar to your obsession with watching archery tips."

Colt just stares at the old man.

"Qrow, I watch them because it would help with my archery."

"Exactly, I do the same to hunt crows. Especially ravens, they're fucking bitches."

... Seems like being annoying shits were in the Brawnen blood.

Another vibration. He opened the Scroll to see the message.

"An escort mission... A covert escort mission. By the Headmaster of Beacon himself?"

Scrolling down, he scanned the mission details as Qrow had a smug look on his face, reaching out to grab another beer.

"Told you I had friends in high places."

"Then return my 500 Lien that you used that day."

His hand freezes just before the can of beer before retracting his arm.

"... Oh, I've seemed to have accidentally deleted the contact. I'd say that I'm sorry, Colt, but 500 Lien is a lot."

Colt just sighed before flopping onto the bed, pushing the Tier 2 Huntsmen away as he looked at the mission.

Escortee: Amber Autumn.

Oh...

OH...

'And the mission is off the books too. I see what you're doing, Ozpin...'

Trying to drag him into this shadow war of theirs? Fine then, he'll play along. The group's resources of being the top leaders of their respective Kingdoms would be quite the advantage to him.

"Alright then, tell the Headmaster that I'll be accepting it then."

With this mission, he could kill 4 birds with one stone. 1; he would get to see the potential threat levels of Salem's goons and access their tiers accordingly. 2; he could see the powers of a Maiden first hand. He was curious on how strong they were if normal Huntsmen were already on E rank Servant levels. 3; if the Fall Maiden did use her abilities, he could work his way into Ozpin's group even if they changed their minds with evidence and the threat to be vocal about the "Semblance" of the Maiden. 4; he was wondering if a main plot point could be changed. For all he knows, their fates were sealed even if he tried.

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That was a week ago. About an hour after Qrow left with a flask filled with beer, he received the first part of the payment straight into his bank account along with travel costs since Amber was currently on a world-wide trip around Remnant.

His mission was simple. Keep watch of the girl as she travels around Mistral and Vacuo without being seen or known. The mission ends when she enters into Beacon grounds.

And here he was, watching the brown haired girl eat her food, out in the woods, alone with only a horse to accompany her. 

Since this was a covert escort mission, he couldn't blow his cover, meaning he had to walk silently from a far distance away to stay stealthy, with significantly fast speeds during travels since she was sitting on a horse.

And not only that, his senses were peeled around his surroundings to try and catch movement of Cinder and her gang of misfits, but moreover, he had to clear out the nearby Grimm.

This was a harder mission than he thought, he'd never gone on an espionage mission before. His missions were simply either patrol the area around a village and kill bandits and Grimm around it, or to deal with emergency alerts from villages that were being raided by bandits or being overrun by villages.

Espionage was not his forte, hell, even Archer couldn't give much information about the subject too via the arm. 

Watching her enter her tent to sleep for the night, Colt simply keeps his eye open as he sips on a cup of coffee. Caffeine doesn't do much for him, considering that he had the body of a pseudo-Servant, but the taste keeps him awake, especially when he had to constantly focus his senses in case an illusion attack hits him.

He swears, if Cinder attacks at night, he would riot.