The Mad Bounty Hunter of Remnant

Chapter 20: The Seeker

"Oh please Traya my dear. I only want to talk."

"You and I have nothing to talk."
Traya snapped back.

"You see, my grace sent me to try and recruit your little apprentice. Quite the killer if I do say so myself heheh."

"I don't know who you are but you will not be taking him. He's on a set path now." Traya said to the man who was only slowly getting closer.

"My apologies, I am Tyrian Callows. And what path is that? Murder? Then my grace's plan and yours line up quite well. I am looking foward to learning about how such a young man like himself can pierce through aura and not have a soul himself."

Traya then gripped her swords upon hearing about Hector's condition. How did he know? How did he find out?

However she saw this coming, she knew it would only be a matter of time before more unsavory individuals wanted to recruit Hector to their side. If one thing that was clear to her was that Hector was already taken.

"I care not what you and your grace have planned. The Bounty Hunter is mine. He is my apprentice."

"And what makes you think that he won't just leave you when he realizes that you're simply using him?" Tyrian said while tilting his head to the side while giving a wide smile.

"He knows I'm just using him like he's using me to get stronger." Traya snapped back.

"And what will happen if he no longer needs you? He'll just throw you to the side and go on his little murder sprees."

"He wouldn't get far without me."

"Maybe maybe... but he doesn't neccesarily have to wait any longer to get rid of you."

Tyrian then whipped his arms foward to show his weapons. Traya then pointed one sword foward while she used a reverse grip on the other.

The two began to circle one another waiting for the other to strike first.
Letting out a maniacal laughter Tyrian lept foward with a right hook which Traya swiftly stepped to the side.

Tyrian then used the back of his foot to recuperate his missed attacked which Traya used the tip of her sword
When Tyrian flinched his foor back in pain she hit the side of his face with tip of the handle of her sword.
Falling on the ground before rubbing the side of his face Traya said,

"Perhaps your grace should teach you on how to fight properly."

Gritting his teeth in anger as this woman insulted his goddess. Flicking up his tail he coild his tail back ready to once more charge at the old woman.

One hour later...

Tyrian fell on the ground with two large horizontal slashes on his chest. He scurried back with his tail coiling in front of him while he tried to stop the bleeding.

Traya still stood tall albeit exhausted. She was frustrated with herself as in her peak she still would've had energy to continue fighting.
But with age and a years being out of action she has become more complacent which angered her.

"She'll forgive you... she'll forgive you." Tryian whispered to himself before running away leaving Traya who had scratches on her face, dirt on her robes, and holes.

She then collapsed on one knee before heading out to Mistral where she would meet back up with the Bounty Hunter in two months. If one of them was at the village Traya had told Hector she would be at, it meant the other was caught... or killed.

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"That mad lad actually did it." Qrow said before taking a sip of his flask while Glynda pinched the bridge of her nose.