Weiss had been around for a while in these new worlds, long enough to learn how it worked, and of the numerous other worlds connected to it. Her home and others, accessed through a meadow of flowers However, she found most comfort in the main hub, clinging onto some semblance of normalcy. Coffee in one of the small shops was often her downtime hobby, reading a book or just relaxing in general. Still, something didn’t seem right to her, something big.



She was alone here. Nowhere in this new land had she found any of her friends, teammates, teachers, even acquaintances. And in Remnant, things were too quiet, and everyone was gone. It worried her greatly, and as such she kept Myrtenaster at her hip at all times.



She hadn’t expected a day of relaxing to be interrupted by Grimm, however. Suddenly, from down the road, burst a black beast, and she recognized the traits of the Grimm. People scattered as it attacked, ursine roar ringing through the streets as it knocked a bystander aside. The helpless stranger was about to be its next victim, as a paw surged towards them, claws extended. What they didn’t expect, however, was the glyph to form between the Ursa and them, blasting it away with a pulse of magic.



The middle Schnee child stalked forward, cartridge of Myrtenaster clicking as she selected which Dust she felt appropriate. The metal pistol grip became cold to the touch, and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Two heartbeats, and then she lunged. Her glyphs appeared underfoot, keeping her forward momentum going, and as she passed the beast, her left arm swung out. Ice blossomed forth, encasing the front leg of the beast. It cried out, but she gave it no time to escape. It was silenced as she ran it through the beast’s throat, and with a gurgled choke, it faded back to darkness.



She straightened, fixing her dress, but more cries caught her attention, as well as the sound of gunfire. There had to be more, Grimm didn’t travel alone. Without a second thought, she took off after the sounds.



Her focus was so honed on where she was going, she failed to recognize the Grimm waiting in ambush, until she had already passed them. The large shadow burst out from an alleyway, landing behind her, and stood tall. Instead of an Ursa or a Beowulf, this one was gorilla-like, and large.



She didn’t dare to fight. Instead, she ran. She would need help, and whatever had fired off those gunshots would have to suffice. Turning from the Grimm, her glyphs helped her dance from its pursuit, darting and weaving away from its strikes. She was close, just one more corner and-



Why was that bike familiar? Why was that blonde familiar?



She skidded to a stop as her enhanced speed wore off, and she turned, having blown past the other. A hand went to her mouth, and she saw her. It was Yang. There was no mistaking it, she was there, and she was fine. She pressed her hand to her mouth to hide her smile of relief, but had no chance to say anything as a loud crunch caught her attention. The gorilla Grimm had torn a piece of a nearby building off, and she watched as it threw it.



“Yang, watch out!”



She reacted instinctively, her rapier’s barrel changing form ice to fire, and she felt the heat at her fingertips. One swing of Myrtenaster, and a wave of fire burst forth at the chunk of rock. They met with an explosion, and stone burst forth, but smaller, not lethal. Weiss covered her face as fragments pelted her.