High Noon Ranger

Trailer fanfic written by Sebi99cl for Tierhalibelbrylle.

High Noon Ranger
The sun itself appeared to have had enough of the planet, scorching it under heats strong enough to melt the soles of people's shoes. Many a passerby have fallen victim to the treacherous beams, save for a large group. Men who exuded pain, whose very presence contradicted the thought that peace was an agreeable concept. Hidden under hoods that no sane person would wear in weather such as this, they were part of a group everyone knew, yet no one dared to confront. They were the White Fang, and their destination, a supposedly abandoned factory, was in their sights.

The group entered the factory, removing the coats. Finding their item of value, and leaving more than a few guards unconscious, they set up in the middle of the room. Soon enough, an airship landed outside, and more White Fang personnel entered. About forty total were there, going after one thing, an item of unknown value, likely one to bring power to these radical terrorists. They believed they were alone. They could not have been more wrong.

Outside, by the door, was the one for the job. A young woman had her back to the wall, looking inside through a window at these events occurring. She was certainly sweating in her almost all-black attire, consisting of a black jacket, black vest, black pants, and grey boots. Her red ponytail shook slightly in the wind, and her face was contorted into a frown.

"Gotcha, fellas."

A plan had already been set, by her of course. Get in, knock some, or rather all, heads together, get the item, get out. Easy as momma's pie.

Except this time.

"Hey! What are you doing there?!"

Crap.

The voice came from a patrolling guard directly behind her. Moving quickly, she delivered a blow to the front of his face, feeling a nose break and a man sleep. She stood there, sighing, thankful that she wasn't found out. That is, until the alarm went off.

Double crap.

"No point in shenanigans, then."

The girl huffed once, then kicked the door open, blowing both sides clear off their hinges and instantly KO'ing two more guards. Then the others opened fire.

Triple crap!

Diving behind some crates, the woman could feel the bullets pinging off the metal on the top. Looking around for something to use, an idea popped in. Reaching for one of the other crates, she felt around for a good hold, then grunted as her Semblance kicked in, allowing her to pick it up, to the awe of some of the White Fang. She grinned.

"Sorry, everyone, party's over."

Heaving the crate, the woman dived once more, this time for a fallen gun left by the guard newly acquainted to the door. Hearing a variety of grunts, screams, and thuds, followed by a loud CLANG, the woman smiled, then turned, heading for the group of grunts with no ranged weaponry. She had the upper hand here, and raised the trigger to fire.


 * click*

"Oh, come on!"

Tossing the gun far, the woman looked up to see that the other grunts had surrounded her. A few had clubs or katanas, but most were unarmed, and itching to pick a fight. She counted twenty, one with a katana and two with clubs. She scoffed.

Bring it.

Swinging her arm sideways, her Semblance in full gear, the woman caught the katana wielder on the cheek, sending him flying into the ones with clubs, as well as two others. Without missing a beat, she delivered a roundhouse kick behind her, leaping as she did so, decimating another batch of soldiers with a kick to one's ribcage. Landing the jump, she looked at the other grunts standing around. She smelled a peculiar scent, and noticed a mark slowly forming on the pants of one grunt, shortly before the majority turned and ran for the airship.

"Thought so. Let's have a look at this item, shall we?"

The woman, walking over to the crate, wonders about the contents. Some special dust? A weapon? A bomb? The possibilities were endless.

Reaching the crate, the woman known as Austin Schwarz places her hands on the cover. With a grunt, she lifts it up, dropping it off the side, before taking a look at the contents. Her eyes widen, a grin spreading across her sweat-ridden face.

"Oh yes, this will certainly help."