Knight of the West

This is the trailer fanfic for Tanner Arthen. Made by Sebi99cl.

Knight of the West
A lone figure stands in the desert. Holding a brown and gold repeater over his shoulders, the figure wears a fringe jacket, cowboy chaps, and cowboy boots over a suit of chainmail. Surrounding the figure are multiple beowulves, all clearly hungry. Unbeknownst to these creatures, the figure smiles.

FLASH

The same figure is kneeling. His weapon, now transformed into a brown and yellow sword, is being held in his hands, point on the floor, both hands on the handle's bottom. He has added a knight's helmet to his clothing, and removed the fringe jacket. The figure is inside an ancient castle, and appears to be performing a ritual. Outside the room, two Ursas are sniffing around, hunting for their prey. The figure looks up, and there is a fire in his eyes.

FLASH

The figure in the desert readies his weapon. The leader of the Beowulf pack howls, signaling the others to charge. The figure begins firing, hitting the beowulfs one by one, hitting vital areas. Running towards them, he delivers killing shots to the creatures. Flipping his gun over, holding it by the barrel, he smashes a beowulf's head with the stock, then ram the barrel into another's stomach before pulling the trigger.

Finishing with the Beowulfs, the figure turns and looks straight at the pack leader. The Leader howls, a long, piercing wail towards the sun. The figure reloads his repeater and charges.

FLASH

The Ursas look up towards the broken moon of Remnant, seeing a lone figure jumping through the air, bringing the sword in a slashing motion. As the two creatures of Grimm jumped backwards, the figure hit the ground, releasing a shockwave that stunned both beasts. Before theycould understand what occured, the figure grabbed the sword and sliced at the first Ursa, slicing its head clean off.

The second Ursa, seeing its partner fall, gave a loud roar, loud enough to strike fear into the hearts of normal men. The figure leaped into the air, flipped his visor down, and stabbed downwards using the sword.

FLASH

The Alpha Beowulf lay dead, peppered with bullet holes, as the figure stood on it, one foot in the dirt, one on the slain beast. After a few moments, the figure begins walking towards the sunset, his repeater slung over his shoulders.

FLASH

The figure takes his sword from the Ursa's head, where the killing blow was struck. Flipping up his visor, the figure holsters the sword on his back. Turning from the deceased Grimm, the warrior leaves the castle grounds, walking straight out the castle's gates, towards the distant city of Vale.

FLASH

A lone figure stands in the city of Vale. He is wearing a fringe jacket, cowboy chaps, cowboy boots, a suit of chainmail, and a knight's helmet. Looking over the city towards a castle and a desert, he stands for a few moments. Eventually, the figure flips his visor down, turns, and heads towards the city.