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Challenge accepted, Bender! I raise your Little Red Riding Hood with one of my own!

Baby Bonnie Hood (Darkstalkers)
Speed: 7
Armor: 5

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B.B. HP: 100
Roll To Hit: 20 (Double Damage!)
Roll To Damage: 11 x 2 = 22 - 1 = 21 (Severe Injury, and a hell of a start)

Team RWBY had found themselves with quite a handful. While on a recreational trip to a rural village out in the middle of nowhere, a swarm of Grimm just oh-so-happened to roll into town. Thus their vacation time was shelved, and they focused now on the twin tasks of protecting civilians and beating back the onslaught.

Although they could watch each others backs best sticking together, doing so would have left the general populace at the mercy of the Grimm, so they ultimately decided to split up and cover different parts of the city. This was how Ruby Rose found herself alone, and ultimately fighting for her life against a foe both so much different and yet so similar to her usual enemy.

It began typically enough: With an ear-piercing scream for help. Hours deep into the slog, Ruby had already saved several citizens from the claws of monsters, and thus sprung immediately into action to home in on the source.

The agile Huntsman-in-training leapt from rooftop to shingled rooftop as she neared her target, the shouts growing stronger with every bound. Soon she was there, and looked down at the sight below.

A little blonde girl in a red cloak and with an almost comically large picnic basket on her arm trembled in fear as Bear-like Grimm circled in on her from every direction. Her sparkling blue eyes were shimmering with tears, and her knees all but knocked against each other with how hard they were shaking.

Even with Ruby's speed, there would be no time to take them all down before one dug into the girl. The clearest solution would be to get her out of there altogether.

Ruby was a blur of black and red as she leapt down in front of the girl, only to grab hold of her by the waist and bound back off again. The blonde girl -- as soon as she parsed what was going on at least -- was overjoyed at this change of fate.

"You came for little ol' me? Oh, thank you! Thank you thank youthankyou!"

Ruby was only half listening to the gushing, having been given similar praise by other villagers she had saved multiple times today. Most of her attention was instead focused on finding a safe area to drop her off. In hindsight, this probably was the first big mistake of the day.

"I'm so happy that you got here..." the girl continued "...because it saves me the trouble of huntin' ya down!"

The apprentice Huntsman's face burst into a surge of agony, causing a flash of white to cross her vision as she almost passed out then and there. Trying to regain her bearings she turned back to the girl she was holding, and suddenly everything clicked into place.

This little girl had pulled out a large, serrated bowie knife, then embedded it into the side of Ruby's cheek. She could feel the blade pressing up against her tongue and the jagged reverse side sawing against the roof of her mouth. The confused Huntress could only begin to gargle a confused asking of 'why' before the girl she had "saved" pulled the knife out only to plunge it into the other side.

Having now lost all control of her airborne momentum in the confusion, the two plummeted back towards the ground as the blonde girl continued stabbing away at her 'savior'. They were forced apart as they clipped a shingled roof, and both eventually came to tumbling halts in a cobblestone intersection.

Ruby pushed herself up to a sitting position, and with shaky hands felt out the damage done to her face. Her cheeks were in ribbons, herself easily being able to touch her own teeth through the gaping holes. She supposed it was lucky that she still had almost everything else intact; it wouldn't have been hard at all for the girl to...

...That GIRL.

Looking up, Ruby once again caught sight of the little blonde lady. But this time, she was almost a completely different person. Her once-teary eyes had taken on a sadistic gleam, and she hopped from foot to foot seemingly in anticipation of the coming bloodbath.

"Now *usually* I don't take bounties along your lines..." the girl started, wiping her knife against her cloak before dropping it back into her basket. "...but for the amount of cash being put up here, I'm willing to make an exception."

The girl stopped her bouncing for a moment to pull a cigar out of her basket, which she chomped down on with her teeth and lit with a match.

"The name's Hood. Thought you'd like to know before you got buried. And some ponce with a fancy cane sends his regards."