Novel & Cerita Rwby Atlas Soldier

Strong hands still gripping the unconscious attacker. The farmer from the garden. Jacob. Atlas felt something strange twist in his chest again. Jacob looked up. Their eyes met. For a moment, the battle around them faded into background noise. Jacob stood slowly, breathing hard. “You alright?” he asked. His voice was deeper than Atlas expected. Atlas nodded slowly. “Yes.” Another bandit rushed toward them. Jacob grabbed the fallen attacker’s sword and swung it with surprising skill. The clash of metal rang through the air. Atlas was surprised because farmers didn’t fight like that.

his eyes flicker to me briefly before they return to his son who looks even more curious. Atlas tilted his head again, studying him like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. His small nose scrunched up slightly before he asked bluntly. “Are you a warrior too? Is that why you were sparring with my mommy?” A soft wave of laughter moved through some of the warriors around us and that eases the tension just a bit. A faint smile tugged at Ryan's lips. “Something like that.” Atlas’s eyes lit up immediately. “I'm going to be the strongest warrior when I grow up so I can protect mommy!” He said proudly as he puffed his chest out a little. “I train all the time. Mommy says I’m getting better.”

Even God Grade beasts ran away after a while. When the bird finally arrived, Selene shuddered. Logan scanned them and felt giddy. One of them was Chrysopoeia Grade 3 and the other a Grade 4. If he could obtain their orbs, he could complete his own. "Who are they?" "The left one is Atlas from the Michin Order. The right is Master Twight from Hymn Valley. They used to learn from the same master, and both became famous. "Atlas was considered a prodigious swordsman using something called the Balance Sword. His master had even been targeted by assassins for this technique. The master later died protecting Atlas.

I question out loud, although I thought I said it in my head. Atlas swivels his head to look at me, shock spreads across his face, followed by a toothy grin. He's wearing dark blue workout shorts and a black muscle tank that shows off every single tattoo on his arms. His hair is damp, small droplets of sweat fall into his eyes. "Sabrina? How are you?" He asks, walking towards us. I look over at Dylan who is starstruck, his jaw literally hanging open. I shoot him a look to tell him to pull himself together.

I get up and quickly grab Atlas's shirt before putting it on Red. "Thanks girl" Red whispers to me. I smile at her as the guys try to calm down Atlas and say "Girl I think you just got claimed by a Rhodes. His name is Atlas. He's quiet but nice. Go talk to him before he goes at that guy again" She nods as I help her up. "Atlas" I hear her say quietly but it still gets his attention. Red smiles and holds her arms up to him. He walks over, picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist and neck, before walking them over to one of the empty couches.

Atlas looks down at me with a smile in his eyes, winking, before putting back on his hardened Alpha’s glare. “We will take our leave now,” he states, kneeling next to me and lifting me in his arms again. One of his warriors slips through the door, retrieving the suitcases and retreating. Brady roars in a rage, eyes flashing between his blue and his wolf’s dark eyes, staring at me with murder in his eyes. “If you do not move from the doorway and allow us to leave without disruption, I will be forced to make one of two choices,” Atlas snarls.

I met the first wave with a snarl, ripping through flesh and armor like parchment. “Tyla!” I shouted above the noise. “Get back—” But she wasn’t listening. She held Ash in her arms, her glow merging with his, silver flames swirling around their bodies like a shield. “Arthur!” Lucas yelled, blocking an attack from two warriors. “They’re targeting her!” I cut down another soldier and leapt toward Tyla—but something stopped me. A wall of silver light surged outward from her and Ash. It didn’t attack me. But it didn’t let me through.

blood spluttered from his neck, his eyes rolling backwards as he spoke. Alpha Ryu gazed at the body, lying before him, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Rest on." The sight of a body without a neck sent waves of fear through me. Blood spilling continuously from the neck and a sharp sword by its side. “Poor Timothy, he should have acted like a man and done what was supposed to be done. I’ll just add his head to my collection of personal assistants..”Ryu said, holding Timothy’s head in his arms. I stared at Timothy’s head, which had slowly begun to disintegrate. I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness.

Except this time, I wasn’t alone. Atlas was already there. His silhouette moved like a shadow against the faint glow of dawn, his fists slamming into the padded post with a rhythm too controlled to be casual. He’d been here for a while, I could tell by the way his shirt clung to his back, drenched with sweat. “Couldn’t sleep?” I called out as I approached, rolling my wrist and testing the stiffness in my knuckles. Atlas glanced at me briefly, his expression unreadable, then returned his focus to the dummy. “Sleep’s overrated,” he muttered, his strikes never slowing.

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.