Team PERL 'Blue' trailer

Part 1
In the world of Remnant, cities were safe havens for the population. With monstrous Grimm that wandered about the countryside looking for humans and faunus to kill and eat indiscriminately, it was dangerous to live beyond the protection of the four kingdoms. But each year the population was ever growing, which meant the largest cities kept needing to expand. But growing cities required a growing need for resources such as food, fresh water, electrical power, and so on.

Hunters were in constant demand, but they were too few in number to be everywhere they were needed. Even the military found itself overwhelmed as its services were required in all corners of the globe. As the need for construction projects outside city limits grew, so was the need for them to be defended from the Grimm. Hence, the Watchmen's Guild was born.

Comprised mostly of trained mercenaries, academy dropouts and those with no better opportunity for work, Watchmen became an alternate option of defense for construction companies that needed to venture deep into the wilderness of Remnant. One such venture was several days journey south of Vale, an escort of at least fifty Watchmen assigned to guard the perimeter walls of the construction project of an electrical dam.

In their ranks was a young man named Perry Penstemon. 17 years old, Perry had been with the Watchmen since he became a teenager, having learned the hard way how vicious Grimms could be.

The construction site of a new water dam had been going rather smoothly for the past two weeks, with only occasional Grimm appearing. But halfway through the third week, that all changed.

Patrolling atop the north perimeter wall of the construction compound, Perry was enjoying the quiet late afternoon scenery of large, snow capped mountains stationed on either side of the river where they were damming, when movement caught his eye westward, towards the setting sun.

Removing his scope from the magnetic plate on the left side of his belt and peering through it, Perry made out three Grimm, large Ursas, heading straight for the perimeter.

"We got incoming from the west!" He called out, getting the attention of his fellow Watchmen on duty. "Three uglies, nearly two miles out."

"Where's our sharpshooter?" Cried out the shift captain, a middle aged man with bright yellow hair. "Where is Sikel?"

Another watchman answer. "Taking a leak sir!"

"Tell him to finish in his pants, we need him here NOW!" The captain yelled, causing the other man to run in the direction of the bathrooms. "Perry, how much time do we got?"

"They're in full charge, captain!" The blue haired teenager replied. "Maybe three minutes!"

The captain yelled a curse. "Anyone with a gun get to the top of the wall and get ready! If they breach the wall it will take hours to repair and the construction workers will be vulnerable. Perry, give me your scope!"

Perry handed his spyglass to his captain. As the older man was peering through it, the young man said quietly, "Sir, what about the Hunter that arrived here yesterday? Maybe he could help?"

"This is what we were hired for, watchman!"

"But sir..." Perry began

"Where the blazes is my sniper!" The captain demanded, shoving Perry's scope back into his hands, ending the conversation.

"Here, captain Leymon!" A rather shaky, overweight Sikel said, climbing the ladder and getting to the top of the wall. "W-what can I-I do for you, c-captain?"

Captain Leymon stared at the white haired watchman in utter amazement. "Are you drunk Sikel?!"

"No s-sir!" The hefty man made a feeble attempt at a salute.

"That why won't your hands stop shaking !?" Leymon spat, grabbing the man by the collar and pulling him in so close they were nose to nose. "Now you're going to take that sniper rifle of yours and kill those three Grimm before they get within a hundred yards of the walls or I will personally put you on the return train to Vale City tonight without pay !"

"Yes sir!" Sikel hurried to do his job. He cocked his gun, rested his elbow against the railing and closed on eye as the other looked through the crosshairs of his scope. "Erm...where are they sir?"

"West!" Leymon yelled, grabbing the man face and pointing it in the right direction. "Now shoot!"

Sikel aimed, blinked the sweat out of his eyes and pulled the trigger.

Blam!

"Missed." Perry confirmed, looking through his spyglass. "Five meter too far to the left."

"I know, I know." Sikel said defensively. " Who's the sniper here?"

Sikel fired again.

"Ten meters too far to the right." Perry said.

"Are you even aiming!?" The captain yelled.

"I can't w-work under this pressure!" Sikel whined.

Red faced, captain Leymon snatched the sniper rifle away from the drunk and took his position. "Perry, you tell me the corrections I need to make."

"Aye, captain."

Leymon fired.

"Two feet too high." Perry informed him.

Adjusting, Leymon fired again.

"Direct hit!" Perry cried, causing the other watchmen to cheer. "The first Ursa is limping and breaking off, only two left, sir."

A grin on his face, Leymon aimed and squeezed the trigger...only for it to jam.

"What the...?" Leymon checked the rifle. "This thing hasn't been cleaned in months! Sikel, you soft bellied cow patty, just how lazy are you?!"

"I-I...I..." the poor man stammered.

"I need another sniper rifle! Regular guns won't have the range! Where are our sniper guns!?" The captain yelled.

Perry looked again to the approaching Grimm. They were maybe two hundred yards away. Not enough time to find another long range weapon! They would reach the wall in seconds, and these Grimm were old, armored and powerful enough to punch right through the perimeter. They had to be stopped! Or...at least slowed down.

As the captain was yelling, Perry took a deep breath and jumped off the wall.

"Captain!" One of the watchmen cried out, pointing down at Perry as he ran to meet the Ursas.

"What the blazes? Perry! Get back here!"

But there was no turning back, Perry was committed. And soon he would be fighting for his life.

In moments Perry almost fully closed the gap between him and the two Ursas. They roared at the sight of him, foaming at the mouth, eyes bright red in blood lust, muscles rippling with power under their impossibly black fur. They tore up the earth itself as they charge full speed at the frail looking human.

Not slowing down, Perry raised his scope with both hands as he unfolded it into a four foot long broadsword, its razor sharp edge catching the last of the sun's dying light.

He met the first Ursa as it howled and took a swipe at him.

Perry dropped to the ground and slid beneath the Ursa's deadly claws, passing right underneath the Grimm, dragging his sword across its belly, cutting in deep. The first Ursa collapsed heavily in the dirt as Perry sprang to his feet behind it and jumped at the next Grimm, bringing his blade down on its head while still in midair. The Ursa's face was knocked into the ground at full speed and fell forward, its large body flipping over itself. It roared in pain and frustration, rising back on all fours and flashed its giant fangs in anger.

Perry's sword slashed downward across its face, but its bony head-spikes kept the blow from being fatal. The Ursa took a fast swipe at Perry, catching him in the chest and sending him tumbling back. Picking himself up as fast as he could, Perry instinctively dashed to his left as the Ursa brought its full weight down on where he had been a second before, bashing its two front paws unto the ground with enough force to crush rock.

Using his semblance, Perry created an orb of blue light the size of a cannonball in the palm of his hand and fired at the Ursa's rib cage. The impact sounded like a small explosion, knocking the Ursa on its side. Wasting no time, Perry ran forward and rammed his sword into the soft flesh under the Grimm's jaw, the tip of his sword going deep into the brain, if Grimms even had brains. With a shudder the monster died, its limbs twitching away whatever life it had left.

Holding the hilt of his sword firmly, Perry gasped for breath, staring wide-eyed at the Grimm he had just killed, unbelieving. He had done it!

But a sudden roar behind him caused Perry to realized he hadn't confirmed he had killed the first Ursa! Turning his head around, Perry was just in time to see the Ursa he had wounded leap at him, eyes bight in rage, coming in for the kill, leaving him no time to attack!

Suddenly one of the Grimm's eyes burst as a high caliber bullet entered the eye socket and into the Grimm's head half a second before Perry heard the gunshot. Like a rag doll, the Ursa limply fell at Perry's feet, lifeless.

Breathing heavily, it took Perry a moment to realize he had just avoided death thanks to someone's quick thinking. Looking back at the compound, Perry could make out a man with graying black hair and a cloak standing atop the west wall of the compound, holding a large, red scythe in sniper mode.

It was the Hunstman that had arrived the day before, Qrow Branwen.

Perry gave a thankful wave. The man nodded back.

"You still in one piece?" Yelled captain Leymon from the wall.

Perry took the time to check himself before calling out. "I-I think so."

"Good." The captain sounded relieved. "In that case, YOU GET YOUR PASTY WHITE BUTT BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

To be continued...