RWBY: The Next Class

Minutes earlier...





A man stood,towering over his seated pilot. The standing man was armoured,head to toe,resembling an ancient knight with a more modern twist. The armour was big and bulky,and flashy to boot,being silver and gold with a blue visor. Hell,the pauldrons alone could probably stop an artillery shell.


The man thumped the pilot's headrest. "How far out are we?" His voice crackled through a speaker,and was obviously distorted through software so it would be impossible to run a vocal match,but it was obvious his voice had the rumbling quality of distant thunder. The pilot checked a screen on the console,and replied curtly, "One and a half clicks. Hitting the jammers." The feline Faunus flicked a few switches,causing a notice to light up amber on the dash. "Now they won't be able to hit the broad side of a barn. Gotta love those automated systems." The armoured man nodded. Such an action would be seemingly impossible with the bulk of his armour,but it happened. A testament to the cleverness of the design. "Good. We'll remind them why it's a bad idea to push people around,today..." And with that,he clomped into the back of the craft.


The aircraft was a marvel of modern engineering. It was a tiltjet design,much like the ships employed by Beacon,but this thing's engines were a fair bit larger than the average model,with larger,external fuel tanks. Careful examination would reveal numerous hatches and pods all over the craft,containing flares. With the push of a button,they could throw off every heat-seeking missile within a kilometer for a good two minutes. The craft was carefully painted,and lacked markings. The belly of the craft was a kaleidoscope of blues and whites,a reflection of the sky above,while the rest of the craft was painted a similar blue,making the jetcraft a deceptively stealthy target.


In the rear hold of the craft,the armoured behemoth looked at his team of seven. They all wore armour,and looked ready to get their hands dirty. "Today we strike a blow against the people who deride us." He clomped to an inlet in the chamber,and stepped into it. The floor under his feet sank an inch,as it was a pressure pad,and the wall behind him opened up,and a mechanical system got to work on the back of his armour. "We'll raze Beacon to the ground. It'll take them a year,at least,to rebuild. During this time,the enemy's ranks will stall,while we grow,and operate with impunity." The machines at his back were now attaching something...Enormous to his back.


His troopers roared in unison. Their armour had an identical colour scheme to his,but bulk and overall design varied from soldier to soldier. Hell,one of them wore what could only be described as a thick Kevlar catsuit. When the machinery stopped,the armoured leader stepped forth,with a massive jetpack on his back. "Today,the Cabal will make its mark." At that moment,the intercom crackled to life,just as explosions could be heard outside. "It's getting dicey out here,Chief! I think they started aiming manually! I'm setting you down here!" The armoured man nodded curtly.





"You heard the woman! Get ready to make your brothers and sisters equal!" A roar of assent thundered through the enclosed space as they began their descent. The armoured giant of a man opened a drawer under the starboard bank of seats,and withdrew a lance. The weapons was beautiful. Graceful. The long,tapering shaft leading to the bodkin point,the intricate handguard and the haft,all concealing a Dust operated propulsion system. It was truly a magnificent weapon.


The hatch opened,letting in the roar of the outside wind. With a wordless howl,he ordered his troopers to disembark. They complied with gusto,and they all leapt from the craft as it buzzed the surface,a mere five feet was all that separated the craft from a fiery crash. The leader himself leapt out,and leaned forward. Just as he began his descent,his pack roared to life,carrying him far,fast.


Now...





The Cabal's footsoldiers moved swiftly through the Academy's halls with all manner of incendiary weapons and explosives,doing the best they can to level the building without harming themselves. The group of seven troopers made amazing progress through the building,crushing all resistance they encountered.


Outside,the lancer jetted around the campus,using little bursts from the jets with every step. His lance was held under his one arm,the other hand empty,as if ready to do something. He observed the chaos around him,seeing his little minions making the perfect smokescreen for his team's efforts. Although,the orbiting jet would honestly be a big giveaway...
 
Prism placed her hands on her hips as Sabrina's snarky comments brushed her ears. Who does this girl think she is? Prism thought, not givin a care why kind of breedin she had at the moment.


"Look, we don't have time and this is what I've deci-" she started, feeling her self tense with frustration when suddenly Jeremiah's words stopped her mid sentence. Her underwear? Prism's face grew red along with Sabrina's. Was something going on with them that Prism was unaware of? They didn't seem to get along very well so perhaps it was purely sexual? Prism's face grew a deeper shade of red and she cleared her throat nervously and stepped out of the way for Jeremiah to get a clear shot at the Beowolf.


She watched as he charged into the beast, sparks flew from his weapons empty canisters as his fist connected with the beasts nose, then Sabrina took over and Jeff called her lace. Lace? Prism thought for a moment as she watched the who exchange happen rather quickly. As Sabrina's yell ran out though, prism caught the connection. "Oh boy..." She breathed and watched as Jeremiah was thrown into the air like a chew toy for the Beowolf.


Before Prism had the chance to roll into action and help catch Jeremiah though, this other student came flying out of nowhere and caught him.
 
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Both his burdens shouldered, Jorg began on his way back to Beacon, though he couldn't go back quite the way he'd come, passing through the fire once had proved near-fatal, and he didn't particularly want to take another go at it. The giant glanced about, trying to decide which route would prove safest, and settled on traveling directly South, straight back to the launch site. If nothing else, it would be the shortest, and reviewing his good fortunes so far, Jorg figured the shortest trip would at least have less time that bad things could happen in.


Left with nothing but his injuries, unwellness, and his thoughts, Jorg of course reflected on the topic that had crossed his mind twice already. So far, the student had only seen this one fellow initiate, and he'd begun to grow worried for the others' safety. Even as slow as he was, Jorg was pretty sure he'd have at least seen a couple of the others, maybe on their way back. Judging by the pieces missing, the giant could tell that several had at least arrived here, though he had no idea where they may have been. Between raging forest fires and berserking grimm, he couldn't have heard cries for help unless they were practically on top of him.


Southward bound, Jorg quickly arrived at a cliff, at the bottom was a startling amount of rubble, like some great creature had slammed into it perhaps, though he couldn't see where it had struck, the face was sheer, and lacked noticeable handholds. Taking advantage of his current location, Jorg decided to map out the route he would take, at least as far as he could, though as his eyes became closer and closer to parallel with the ground, he realized that, Beacon was burning.


Time seemed to slow, no, stop, as the third blaze Jorg had seen that day consumed the proud structure. There was no way, there must have been systems, procedures, something to prevent a fire, but as the student considered what may have caused the problem, he saw the vague outline of an airship, hovering over the grounds. The ship was unmarked, and painted to make them difficult to spot, though the fire's glow highlighted its silhouette easily, an attack on Beacon!?


What he could only assume was an organized attack drove Jorg to some pretty stupid ideas, forgetting about the cliff's dangers, the giant leaped over the edge, keeping grip on both his charges, and firing the Holy Roller directly downward, just as he had as the test began, slowing his momentum enough to make the fall manageable. Hitting the ground, the young Quigley took off at a dead run through the forest, all thought of a planned route forgotten, he only hoped that he could still be of some use, that something besides ideals still stood by the time he arrived.
 
Ruka's foot could barely be heard as she made her way,swiftly,through the forest.She had been abandoned by her partner who was a thief,which is what she half expected to happen.Her soul held no grudge because she knew that holding one against some random person would not pan out well for her.Ruka had turned back to go check on the relics but they were all gone.Her thief partner must have placed them back in her bag when she was looking,and took off as soon as Ruka's mind wondered.


Ruka cold still hear the flapping of the Nevermore wings in the distance,"I have to stay out of clearing as much as possible.I can not take that thing on by myself..."The end of her sentence went quiet as her blue eye started to glow,"I can feel the distress of many aura,most in the heat of battle,others scared for their lives...and its coming from Beacon!What could be happening!?"Ruka's was propelled forward by the motion dust.


The relics were pretty far out,but they were still in the center of the forest,meaning the cliff would be south west from Ruka's current position.Ruka looked at on of the trees,"I wonder....Maybe if I can build enough momentum I can force the tree to bend then it can launch me forward.The young girl jumped on the tree opposite of the one she planned to use.Using the motion dust she propelled herself into the tree,forcing it backwards into the perfect position she need.The motion dust was used one more to launch her like a rocket toward the starting cliff.


Once she landed she looked up and down the row of launch pads,with the scent of smoke wafting up to her nostrils.Ruka took off from the launch pads to find a scene of Beacon on fire,only a gasp escaping her mouth.Ruka placed her eyepatch over her red eye once more and was off to help end the chaos.
 
Cole lay in his room, being late had put a damper on his day. Half of it had gone already, the Headmaster however had told him he wouldn't be able to get to the Emerald Forest in time so he'd have to figure it out. His stuff was packed into the trunk at the foot of his bead, the dorm room had few empty beds and trunks so Cole took it upon himself to choose one for himself. Outside the sun shone over the school bathing it in yellow light, it's warmth pervading his room with a soft orange glow as the sun began to descend from atop its zenith. He surmised that it must have been 2 or 3 in the afternoon, there weren't any clocks in the immediate vicinity and he was too lazy to go and retrieve his scroll from his trunk. He sighed his frustration and looked out the window just as a shadow streaked across the light. It was a bird, black one, by the look of the beak Cole could tell it was a raven. Not a good omen.


Minutes later the academy shook with explosions, just outside his door there was a scream followed by many heavy footsteps. Cole's first reaction was to roll to the end of his bed where his trunk lay. He opened it's lid, in the center sat an odd looking grey blob. He took up his weapon by the Grip and slung it to his back. Then he took his scroll, collapsed it and then slid it beneath the hem of his bracer. A boy appeared at his door, his face was contorted in fear "Hey! You gotta get out of here man, there's some guys. They're blowing up the academy and I think we're being attacked by Grimm. Come on!! The teachers are evacuating the students through the back halls." Cole looked and nodded at the guy before following him out of the door.


Outside his room was chaos, there were flames to his left and screaming kids to his right. Smoke was crawling along the roof, it's soot grey tentacles reaching out like some dark Grimm from the bottom of the sea. Over the fire's roar Cole got hear something different, suddenly he was pushed back into his room by a mob of kids screaming to get. To his right he managed to see the silhouette of men, accompanied by the thump of marching. Cole tried to fight off the panic but it was getting harder by the second, succumbing to mass hysteria was the lest of his problem. In all the fuss the young student managed to get to the window of his room, below the building curved on a soft incline "Convenient" he thought. He swung open the window and directed people to jump out of it, at first they were all skeptical but the muffled shouts of soldiers in the hallway spurred them forward. Two by two the students jumped from his window to slide relatively unharmed to safety.


Cole was the last one inside his room when the soldiers busted in. Without hesitation he drew Black Storm and growled menacingly at the intruders. The lead soldier barked out a laugh before raising his weapon and firing it at Cole. Cole immediately lifted up his sword to block, unfortunately the attack's power rocketed against the flat side of his blade sending it back into Cole's face throwing him out the window. With a loud 'humph' Cole landed on the soft incline his sword following dangerously after. Both the young warrior and his weapon careened down the side of the boys' dorm rooms.


Eventually Cole came to a halting stop at the bottom, the group of kids were all standing there watching him. Seconds later his sword came whistling down to plant itself into the ground uncannily close to the tip of his nose. For a moment his eyes widened as he realised how close to death he was, just a few more inches and he would have come down with a bad case of sword in the face. Wasting no time the soldiers appeared in the window he had just fallen from, there were a few inaudible shouts. Black billowing smoke began to issue from his room and soldiers were pushing to get out of the room. With no hesitation Cole rose to his feet, retracted his sword and simultaneously called "RUN!!!" To his fellow students. Panicked and afraid they all ran in the opposite direction of the fires and the explosions, little did they know, they were running in the direction of more dangerous enemies.
 
Alman barely had time to recognize the Grimm's presence when it's massive claw connected with his body. The powerful blow catapulted him out of the encompassing steam and towards the surviving trees. Alman struggled to gather his thoughts, the hit leaving him dazed. His disorientation continued as he grew even closer to the trees.


As he soared through the air, Alman attempted to focus his vision and clear his head. His moments of seeing double came to a close as his sight merged together again. When his eyesight returned to normal, he had no time to relax as he saw himself nearing a large tree at high speeds.


Thinking quickly, Alman took his scythe and twisted it in his hands, the winds making it difficult to maintain his grip. Turning the blade in the opposite direction, Alman mimicked the movement and attempted to move his body into an optimal position. It was difficult, but he somehow managed to do it.


In order to avoid the collision, Alman sunk his blade into the thick bark. His momentum caused him to spiral around the tree, the blade marking the spiraling pattern into the wood. Large amounts of shed bark impaled themselves into Alman's skin as he gritted his teeth. Ignoring the pain, Alman's spinning slowed with each full rotation, until he eventually stopped moving. The blade was firmly planted into the tree, all movement having stopped. Alman hung onto the handle with his right hand, his body swaying a bit as he clung to the black material.


When he had settled, Alman removed his scythe from the tree and fell down to the forest floor. Alman winced as he connected with the ground, now feeling the injuries with the adrenaline gone. Moving his jacket away from his side, Alman gripped the large splinter embedded in his flesh. With a quick yank, the wood was out and he threw it to the ground, blood dripping and staining the forest floor red. The bark in his skin was painful, but that was the least of his worries. The Beowulf had left a large injury on his side, not to mention his head.


When he had gotten his bearings, Alman used the scythe as a cane and brought himself up to walk. The diamond-like pommel dug into the ground with each step, giving Alman a bit more leverage. He shouldn't have been walking at all at this point, but Alman refused to rest. The Grimm was still out there and he wouldn't let the rampage continue.


Making his way out of the remaining the thick brush, Alman stood in the clearing. Upon retuning, the first thing Alman noticed was the Beowulf continuing his assault. Worse than before, students were now trapped in its vicinity. He attempted to rush over, but his injuries deprived him of that movement.


Alman struggled to think of something. He absolutely hated feeling useless and that was the feeling that the situation he was currently involved in gave him. He would never be able to make it over there in time and the situation was becoming more dire by the second. Time ticked by as Alman wracked his brain for a solution, determined to think of something. His efforts paid of as his mind graciously reminded him of something that he had forgotten due to the recent events.


Alman twisted his scythe in his arms and held it horizontally, the pointed end of the blade facing the direction of the floor. He dug the scythe's blade into the ground and made sure it was firm. Alman removed the pommel and in turn set forth another chain of events. The mechanisms within the scythe expanded, increasing its size. The larger handle opnened, revealing multiple chambers. As the row of chambers grew, Alman removed his belt and the ammo along with it. Most of his rounds had been used except for the amount of heavies he had left, but it would get the job done. Alman took the belt of ammunition and stuffed it into the chambers, the barrel locking itself soon after.


When the scythe stabilized itself, Alman aimed it at the Beowulf. He would only have one shot at this and then it was over. If he missed, there was no telling what would happen. He had to be careful with this shot, its destructive power large.


Alman's finger curled over the trigger between the blade and the top of the handle, the metal giving off a cooling sensation. His eyes narrowed as he pulled the trigger, the rounds withing the chambers releasing. As the weapon fired, the injury in Alman's side flared with pain and the recoil became too much, throwing off his aim.


Rather than hitting its intended target, the shot landed only close to the Grimm. The round resulted in a hole withing the ground, debris scattering and a large amount of dust kicking up from the thunderously loud collision. Thankfully the blow hadn't harmed any of the students, but the same applied to the Beowulf as well, only the connecting chain having been removed.


With labored breath, Alman fell to the ground, the pain refusing to subside, rendering him unable to move. 'Damn...' The scythe fell along with him, overheated and incapable of firing once more. He had failed.
 
"This is what I get for being late." Athalia told herself for so many times that even she couldn't count anymore. It seemed that, ever since she had gotten to Beacon, she was already lecturing herself like this, in a very angry manner. "Everybody's already at the Emerald Forest doing their stuff!" She continued to scold herself, oblivious to the fact that a few students were already looking at her out of confusion, and remembering that she wasn't the only student in the dorm room that she was in. "...Well, probably not all, but still." She corrected herself, her voice barely like a whisper, and pouted. For now, all she could do was lay down on the rather adequate bed that she just jumped onto after hours of travel, excitement, and the disappointment the followed that.


She forced her stale body to sit down on the bunk, and glanced at the hefty yet convenient trunk at the foot of the bed she was temporary staying on. Athalia bent to her right, and opened the trunk in a very lazy way, right before digging nonchalantly on the pile of clothing, Dust vials and crystals, which were once as organized as ever. "Ah," she gladly exhaled breath as she found the one she was looking for. "My lovely Scarlet Devil~" She hummed comfortably to her weapon, which was covered in a normal cello case, as if the Scarlet Devil was merely a harmless musical instrument. Not wanting to make people think that she wanted to boast or anything, even if she wanted to play her cello so bad, she just hugged the plain-white strapped case while lounging on the bed once more. Seconds passed, and so did minutes...


It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted to rest, she just couldn't doze off.


Several minutes already passed, and after doing her best to ignore the mumbles and sounds from everywhere, Athalia decided and admitted that she couldn't even rest like this. Letting out a sigh, she rolled off from her bed and flattened away creases from her battle clothing, and placed and wore the straps of the cello case behind her as if it was a backpack. She also took a variety dust crystals and vials and stuffed them into little pockets embedded on her beige-colored three-inch belt. Just for fun and a little more confidence, Athalia also tapped the ember-embedded key pendant that was hung on her neck by a silver chain. She slowly, but not too slowly, walked towards the hallways, and decided to have a little exploration in the academy. After all, it was a better thing to do than lying down without even being able to sleep.


Looking around, Athalia noted that it was really nice and neat, for a great academy like this. "That was well expected," she chuckled as she continued moving forward. A smile crept onto her face as she noticed that there were also students like her, but they seemed to be having fun, rather than getting mad and scolding themselves like little freaks. "Well," Athalia mumbled to herself with a little grin, "I guess, I did go overboard." She laughed, while thinking, Sorry self. Her eyes widened as she noticed and observed the students' weapons and battle clothing. A few females even had battle dresses, but it wasn't just her thing. Everything was so peaceful, and the day was awesome. That was, until a loud sound of an explosion thundered around the school. Athalia looked behind her. "Was it some an experiment fail?" She asked herself, and the scene approaching her left her mouth wide agape.


Nopenopenope.


There was a fire. A fire in Beacon! Would any student go that far? No, it wouldn't. And Athalia realized it the moment that she was pushed away by the mob of panicking students into another open dorm room, but this time, smaller than the one she stayed in. Now, the doorway was useless. The hallway was completely occupied with students, teachers, everyone and everything seemed to be fleeing. She closed the door, in hopes of not finding another student that would be pushed in the room just like what happened to her, and after a few minutes of trying to calm herself down, she partly opened the door again and peeked outside. She saw shadows, figures of people, who certainly didn't belong to Beacon. She was crouching, and as she looked slowly above, a big man who looked like a soldier was staring right at her. "You think you can hide, huh?" He asked as he mercilessly punched the wooden door, his armored hand and arm making a hole through it.


"Oh ship!" Athalia stood hastily and started walking away from the door, which was soon kicked away by the soldier and left to be what looked like small pieces, after getting hit on the wall. She looked around hurriedly while removing her arms from the cello case's straps, and jammed it onto the glass window that she spotted behind her. She threw her cello case first, which fell on a grassy pasture that surrounded Beacon while making a not-so-loud but quite crunchy thump. And when she tried to climb onto the window as fast as she could, the soldier took hold of her left foot, trying to pull her back in. And boy, did it hurt like hell. The metal armor clutched her flesh, along with the two layers of cloth and leather that reduced the damage only in the smallest way. She grunted, a mix of anger and pain getting released from her throat. Fudge! I have to get out of this, or I'll lose a leg! She screamed in her mind, And my freaking life! Afraid for her thoughts to happen, she reached for a random dust vial from her pocket and threw it on the man's metal headgear, not caring, and even hoping, that the glass vial would break. Athalia shielded her face with her hands, as a little explosion resulted from the dust thrown on the man, and she successfully jumped off the room. The man, on the other hand, flinched and fell on his bottom, surprised with the small assault.


Athalia made a front roll on the hard floor, which was sure to hurt more than her leg. Grabbing the cello case, she shakingly tried to stand, and she did, while looking above her. Fortunately, the dust vial that she picked to throw on the soldier was a red one, and she smiled anxiously, as she observed the red powder mix in a little with the gray smoke that resulted from the fire. From the room above her, she heard the same familiar voice of the man that wanted to kill her, but he seemed to be still picking himself up. "I'll kill you!" He screamed his obvious intents, and Athalia panicked more. Crab crab crab... I have to get outta here before he even sees me! She made her way as quietly as she could, through a random direction, and she was quite suspicious and curious as to why it seemed that none from the bad guys saw her limp and make her way into a big area where there was a whole lot more green pasture, and trees. But she dismissed that thought. At least I'm safe right? temporarily. She told herself, and nodded. As she progressed, the trees were more than from where she last was, making the whole area really look like a forest now. She could see also a few gray lumps that looked like mountains from afar, but she wasn't so sure what it was, so she continued to head there.


(I hope this is okay now... She will be heading to Beacon Cliff I:)


 
10 years, 1 month later....


Ozpin arrived, after running, jumping, and fighting his way to this very spot he now stood before a ruined street. The crumbling remains of the buildings and shops now stood before him, water sprung from severed pipes, and light only came from the sparse fires that littered the rooftops and cobblestone. His look was one of shock and horror, his thoughts were much more complicated. His mind raced, his eyes darted from place to place trying to locate his battling students. Suddenly a giant crash broke the monotonous flickering of fire.


A glyph appeared, and a resounding burst of ice tore through a nearby building as Jeremiah came tumbling into the streets. Of course Jeremiah was far from beaten. Streams of aura broke his fall, tearing at the streets and fracturing the cobblestones below. He rolled for a moment before spinning and leaping to his feet, there Jeremiah stood. His fists raised, his breath ragged as his left fist burned with an intensity unmatched. Ozpin was about to speak, about to ask Jeremiah to flee when Jeremiah's words cut him off.


"Hey Ozzy, looks like we'll have to reschedule. Go on, a teacher should never have to choose between students" Jeremiah muttered as he wiped a bit of blood from the fresh cut on his cheek.


Suddenly a white clad woman graciously leaped from the building from which Jeremiah was thrown. She landed on her white glistening heels, and brushed herself off before turning to address Jeremiah, her rapier held straight and ready for another assault.


Ozpin nodded, turning just in time to catch two suited individuals approach him. The first wore dark sunglasses, despite the night, he was a callous and had already begun to draw his weapon as he appeared from the darkness. The other was a woman, her face seemingly confounded, and stuck in a fixed stare. The two walked closer to Ozpin, as they did the White Fang emblems on their suit jackets became apparent.


Jeremiah's eyes darted, noticing the two emerge from the shadows, he glanced toward their weapons, making note that they were no doubt preparing to enter the fray. Jeremiah closed his eyes, cringing a moment before he said the thing he was dreading, "No, get Ozzy out of here and head back to base, Oh and pick my wife up some milk" he said with a weak smile as he turned to give his comrades a halfhearted thumbs up.


The black haired faunus that approached from the shadows froze, "What!? Get it yourself!" he shouted indignantly. To which Jeremiah responded with a simple, "Please" before the faunus reluctantly bowed his head. "Alright, but don't die...not yet anyways" he said reluctantly.


Jeremiah smiled, "Count on it , afterall a city street is no place for a hero to die" he said confidently as his red eyes suddenly glowed with a new found intensity.


The two suited faunus suddenly escorted Ozpin away, disappearing in a dark flash, the night enveloping the group as they fled the war torn scene.


Jeremiah turned his attentions back toward Weiss grinning with renewed enthusiasm. "Where were we?" he asked gruffly, as he tightened his left hand into a fist of roaring flame. Weiss responded in kind by revolving her active dust canister within the confines of her rapier.


"You should be ashamed, you terrorist, you unfeeling fool" she callously called out. To which Jeremiah replied bluntly, "Yeah a fool you're not the first person to call me that"


Weiss cringed at his response, "You'll pay for what you did to my chosen" she said with an unbecoming anger.


Jeremiah winced, his eyes growing wide before he responded . "That was an accident. I didn't I mean I..." suddenly Jeremiah was cut off by a glyph, the resounding crash of ice suddenly filled the cool night air as the glyph burst forth with its punishing payload.


The daggers, the spires of ice were empty, no blood lay in their place. Weiss glanced around hoping to catch Jeremiah, "Where did he g?" she attempted to continue her out loud thoughts when, Jeremiah appeared behind her.


"gotcha!" he shouted in a savage unfeeling rage, as he gripped her fur lined hood with his right fist and threw her back, into the building behind them.


Weiss's eyes widened before they narrowed, her mind calculating every factor as her back broke the hard brick behind her. She fell through the first layer, her aura barely protecting her before her feet made contact with a wall within the structure. She leaped from the structure two glyphs appearing before her slender frame.


Jeremiah, brought his left fist forward, a violent explosive flame bursting forth to meet the spears of ice that seemed so intent to skewer him. As his fist met the ice, a massive cloud of steam erupted, obscuring the two in its embrace.


Weiss looked around for Jeremiah, her blue eyes piercing the screen of hot steam. Her brow began to furrow as beads of sweat started to fall. Her beautiful white hair blew in the currents of the hot moist air, and she sighed as a minute went by without an onslaught.


"Like Chosen like chooser I guess, eh Lace?" rang a very familiar voice. Weiss suddenly glanced down, her gaze suddenly fixing on Jeremiah, who lay beneath her. His head between her legs and staring straight up her battle-skirt as he lay on the cobblestones below.


"You dog!" she cried in outrage, her face flushing as she brought her rapier down to stab Jeremiah through the skull. Though as she did she was grabbed by Jeremiah's right hand on her ankle.


What came next happened in a flash, Weiss's eyes grew wide, her strike interrupted as Jeremiah's aura surged, his arm pulling Weiss down and causing her to collapse. She yelped in shock, her blade missing its mark as she toppled onto the cobblestone. Meanwhile Jeremiah leapt to his feet and approached her, his right arm glowing with an unmatched intensity. "No, you killed the dog, I'm the wolf..." he muttered in an unusually cold tone as he dropped his left leg and brought his right arm down as hard as he could, hoping to crush Weiss with a blow that'd burrow its way through the very earth and reduce the pompous b-tch to shattered fragments.


Though he wouldn't be so lucky, as a glyph appeared, icicles shot up and into his arms, then his legs, then his stomach. His eyes widened, they quaked, the red light from his iris glowed with dimming intensities as his fist stopped a mere inch away from Weiss's face.


The aura nonetheless still whipped about, crushing the earth beneath the elegant woman. A crater burst forth, the shattered glass was reduced to powder, and dust blew forth in clouds that intermingled with the steam. Jeremiah winced, "You...." he muttered as blood leaked from his wounds. The red rain slowly leaked out, falling onto Weiss's regal attire in drips and drops.


Weiss cringed at the sight of crimson, and the fist that was so very near her. Though she cringed most of all due to the deepening cut that appeared between her eyes, a direct result of the wild aura that whipped about so recklessly. "Yes? me? I'm the justice of this land, and you have been sentenced to death by the black fang alliance and the Vytal World Government" she said spitefully. She raised her rapier, a very different dust chamber loaded on the reciprocating mechanism. Suddenly Jeremiah's eyes went wide, as a massive burst of flame propelled him up and into the floors above.


He crashed upwards, bursting through the ceiling of the small bakery. He fell with a resounding CRASH, his body still bleeding out from the piercing ice as he began to pant heavily. As he did the wounds began to heal, albeit somewhat slowly. Jeremiah's eyes glanced about, looking for Weiss as he forced himself to his feet. "No...Not today, not now" he muttered as blood leaked down from his hairline, out onto his face. Jeremiah's wounds healed ever faster, though suddenly Jeremiah's aura began to spike. The leaking aura, the aura that resounded and pulsed from his being began to burst forth at ever faster rates. Jeremiah winced, grabbing at his heart with his right hand a moment before the watch in his pocket began to shout in protest.


"WARNING HEART FAILURE IMMINENT....30 SECONDS REMAINING" it rang out. To which Jeremiah merely grunted, glancing about for Weiss a moment before a glyph appeared beneath him. Suddenly Jeremiah was frozen in a pillar of ice. His arms, head, and bits of his chest remained unfrozen, though the rest of him was now locked in an icy embrace.


He glanced about, the ice beginning to crack, as Weiss approached. "We can't have you dying here Jerry, that comes later" she said spitefully as she reached into his exposed pants pocket. Her face grinning, as she stared up and into his eyes. Without warning she smiled, producing his watch and placing it on his glowing right forearm. The watch beeped, suddenly clasping itself and flashing green, before speaking once more.


"...5...4...3...2...HEART FAILURE AVERTED, AURA LEAK CONTAINED" it spoke in its usual monotonous, resoundingly digital tone. Weiss smiled as she stared up at Jeremiah, "You'll answer for what you did" she said confidently as she turned heel and began to walk away.


Jeremiah was then met with the sight of black clad men, who surrounded him and moved in, closing the gap and nearing his half frozen form. The last thing he'd see would be the backside of Weiss Schnee as she walked into the dark night before he was struck in the head by the butt of a rifle and knocked unconscious.


10 years, 1 month earlier......


Jeremiah woke with a start, his face covered in dirt and bruises, his vision blurry he began to look around in an attempt to get his bearings. As he did he realized his legs wouldn't move, and his torso seemed to be trapped. "What the..." he muttered in a dazed and somewhat tired tone. He suddenly began to flex, trying to feel what was containing him so. As he looked down of course he was met with the sight of razor thin wire, that wrapped around him and...wait a second, he was attached to a girl!!?


Jeremiah glanced around, frantically trying to see who it was, though unfortunately his neck wouldn't turn the 180 degrees required to do so. He sighed defiantly, and groaned against the wire. Without warning Jeremiah finally gave up, after realizing that he was cutting into his own flesh with his needless movements. "Hey, um...whoever you are...nice to meet you and all but is that Grimm gone?" he asked, not actually being able to see the thing he began to worry. His back to Rasia making his predicament all the worse as she was no doubt facing the monstrous white beowolf. Suddenly a resounding roar pierced the day, answering Jeremiah's question for him. "I'm gonna take that as a no" he muttered with a defeated sigh, his head hanging low for a moment before he perked up just in time to hear what came next.


A resounding BOOM broke the relative silence, Alman's massive heavy shot, missed its intended target but the crater it left behind was staggering. But the sound caused Jeremiah to wince, he gritted his teeth and brought his hands up to his ears in order to quell the ringing. Though as he did he suddenly realized he had somehow freed his arms, if only his arms from the razor wire.


Meanwhile the beowolf roared, it's ears perking and it too seemed to be pained by the loud echoing BOOM of Alman's shot. Suddenly and without warning the beast turned tail and began to flee quickly into the tree line, dragging with it Sabrina, who was still attached to it with a line of chain. "Eeeeep!" she yelped out, in a shocked voice so different from her usual refined tone.


Den Jin of course was along for the ride, having leaped onto the beast's back mere moments before it began to run wildly into the burning forest.


Sabrina suddenly began to shout, her leg tied in chain and her body dragged across the rough dirt. For the first time in her life she saw no other choice than to rely on the strength of others, "Someone do something!" she shouted out as she was pulled through a thistle bush by the beast. It would only be a matter of time until she was pulled into the burning bits of forest and roasted by the flaming foliage.


Jeremiah's ears of course perked up, hearing Sabrina's pleas, he sprang into action. "Okay mystery girl I'm attached to, this is gonna be rough so work with me here" he announced as he struggled to free his last dust canister from his belt. Tugging at the canister in hopes to free it from the razor thin wire. Blood began to seep from wounds, started from his struggles as he finally finagled the canister loose. After ejecting the previous one, he slapped the new one into place, smiling as he was greeted with roaring flames.


"Okay super rocket rescue go!" he announced rather suddenly, as he brought his hands forward and released a massive burst of flame. The flame quickly became thrust, driving Jeremiah and Rasia blasting forth at an outrageous speed. "Hey! you steer!" he shouted, unable to see what was hurtling at them as they flew at breakneck speed after the beowolf.


Meanwhile....


Ozpin dodged another oncoming blow, leaping out of the way of two CABAL soldiers. As he did, a massive shield came crashing into both men, knocking them back. Ozpin glanced over to see the chain bound shield return to the arm of its owner. The young student merely nodded in reply to Ozpin's look of gratitude. Ozpin glanced over, eyeing over the seemingly cohesive team of students that stood back to back fending off the Grimm and soldiers alike. His eyes locked onto a more eccentric member a moment, a small framed faunus with childish attire, whom bobbed around and joyfully reduced her opponents to ribbons with a hail of burst fire from her tonfa-like weapons.


Ozpin was astounded as he too engaged the enemy, who were these students!? He'd be sure to check their files as soon as the battle cleared, but for now he was thankful for their help. Though despite this gratitude, he knew that they wouldn't be able to hold on for too much longer, after all stamina only lasted so long, and these Grimm seemed to be coming in ever increasing waves.


Ozpin turned toward Kaine, the student who was now bludgeoning a man with a shield and slashing a Grimm with the same strike. "Get toward the treeline, and meet with the others, you students need to hold a line, but don't get yourselves killed" he cried out as he leaped into the air and left the students behind.


The group's leader nodded once more in response, his cold calculating eyes measuring everything up from behind the dark lenses of his glasses. "move back to the tree line, cover the student retreat" he muttered in an seemingly unfeeling voice, his body tensed to deliver another blow to a series of Grim that were stampeding from the tree line, hoping to rip apart the students and faculty alike.


As Ozpin dashed across school-turned-battlefield, his eyes catching glimpses of the grizzly scenes that unfolded as he ran across the burning campus. Who did this!? The CABAL here!? Why? What were they after!?


Ozpin leapt over a particularly large pile of rubble, suddenly finding himself standing before the craft that ferried these fiends to his campus. An armored man stood before him, his face obscured by a metallic mask, and his hand gripped tight around a massive lance. "I take it you're the one responsible for my school's current level of disarray?" Ozpin asked in as calm a tone as ever, as he neared the man. Taking slow, calculated steps towards the rather imposing figure while the flames around him ate away at his precious school.


Meanwhile...


Den Jin was holding onto the rather large white grimm, her hands tight around her bracelet turned lasso she thrashed along with the beast in an attempt to stay firm. Though as the beast thrashed and ran, it suddenly came into the sights of a single CABAL terrorist. Who was shocked to see a student riding a grim, a massive grim, a grim that was savagely charging towards him.


In panic and outrage the CABAL soldier took aim, his eyes narrowing as he took aim. Then it came, the shot, the single resounding bullet that would change the lives of every student on campus. The CABAL terrorist looked up from the scope of his sword turned gun and began to flee as the Grimm roared and stopped.


The true target of his shot now lay on the forest floor, blood pouring from a fresh unsuspecting wound that lay right between her eyes. Den Jin's body twitched, her nose began to leak with the same bloody crimson that adorned her brow, as she quaked in the grass. There would be no time for words, no time for final goodbyes, only the quick fade of electric signals, the last impulses of shattered gray matter from a girl that mere seconds ago was a stunning example of youth.


The white beowolf clawed at its throat, trying to free itself from the lasso that now hung limply around its neck. Meanwhile Sabrina still lay in the grass, her body now right beside her fellow student. She rolled over quickly removing the chain wrapped to her leg and crawling over to Den Jin's body, her eyes were lost, so very lost. It was like the time and place just didn't add up, as if she was seeing something and yet not the same something that existed before her. She began to shake a moment before she calmed herself with a deep breath. She hadn't known this girl, why should she cry? Why should she care? She thought to herself, yanking back the traces of tears that attempted to form. She bit her lip drawing blood to distract her from the memories, from what she felt.


Her eyes narrowed as she pulled her scythes back to her, grabbing the chain and wrapping it around her left arm. She was now no longer in the mood to win a meager game, to be some contestant in some trivial test. No, Sabrina was now the resolute, so very ready to own up to the name Lafluore. She marched forward, ignoring the Grim and heading for the man that took the shot. Her eyes glowed with that same white, that same passionless stare with which she regarded everyone. Though now that stare seemed even more distant, even more intense as her grip tightened around the chained scythes and she calmly marched towards the man whom had fled. She ignored her wounds, her legs so very bloody and tattered from the obstacles she'd crashed into, her arms scratched, and her short elegant dress torn to shreds. Though she wouldn't think of that now, right now she had to avenge a death, an insult on her, on this establishment, and on mankind.


As Sabrina marched forward and as Ozpin did the same a new figure would appear at the gates of Beacon. A slender young woman adorned in a simple red cloak stopped, her eyes glaring at the burning school and forest. "hm? This can't be the welcoming ceremony Professor O asked me to speak at........" The woman paused a moment, her head lost in thought. "...Could it?" she asked quizzically as she reached behind her back, grabbing what would transform into a long, dull red scythe. She then disappeared in a flurry of footsteps, her speed unmatched as she raced for Beacon.....
 
The armoured giant turned to face the voice of his opponent. A man with gray hair,dressed in a green and black suit,wielding a cane with a blade made of his own Aura. He smirked under his helmet,and laughed. Over the speaker,it sounded inhuman,thanks to the filters that concealed his identity. "The great Professor Ozpin. How convenient." For the briefest of moments,the armoured behemoth disabled the speakers,and spoke to his pilot. "Malik,start the exfiltration. Our job is done,here." The mountain of man and armour re-enabled the speakers,and said, "Do you know how many of your toadies I've killed? How many others I've converted?"





The mighty man gripped his lance with both hands,and presented his right shoulder to his opponent. The pauldron was positively enormous,like a shield in it's own right. It bore the emblem of the Cabal,a wolf skull superimposed on a claw mark. This one seems to have been etched on manually. "It's people like you that force my hand." The enormous man's backpack flared to life,and with a single mighty belch,the armoured terrorist was airborne,just as the jet was flying off the campus.


All over the campus,the engaged Cabal soldiers disengaged,and began to fall back,torching everything they can while doing whatever they could to discourage pursuit.


At the apex of his jet-assisted leap,the armoured monster threw his weight forward,pitching to the jets were pointed up and back...The perfect angle to charge into Ozpin. He pulled his arms back,tucking the lance in close,and the pack fired off again,driving the warrior towards the ground and Ozpin like a stone from a sling.


Ozpin leapt backwards,narrowly avoiding being smashed into by the lance-wielding armoured meteorite. The meteorite in question used a flare of the jets to pull his weapon from the ground,and upon landing,rushed forward with the help of his jets once more,throwing his entire weight into the thrust,going so far as to let go with his right hand to turn his trunk,and get a full extension thrust,helped along by the tiny thruster in the lance's grip.


This,too,Ozpin avoided,this time with a deft roll to the side. As he regained his feet,the headmaster rushed forward,putting the lance behind him. "You're spry for a senior citizen,Ozpin." With a chuckle,the armoured giant fired off his thrusters,rising above Ozpin as he swung his weapon,striking nothing but air. "But you're still too slow." With that,the armoured behemoth fired off his jets,crashing down to the earth,fist first.


Ozpin,once again,avoided the crushing blow. No use trying to block his strikes. He simply has too much energy behind him. Ozpin glared at his opponent,who was just now extricating his armoured fist from the crater he had just spawned. "You come to my school,injure my students,and then burn it all to the ground. Why?" The armoured commander straightened up,gripping his lance in two hands once more,and replied. "Because freedom needs a little push,slaver." With a guttaral roar,the presumably Faunus man charged forth once again.


The thrust was the same as before; one had few options with a lance,after all. This time,however,Ozpin ducked under the lance,and stepped to the side,giving the massive weapon a very firm shove as he straightened up,just as the micro-thruster was fired off.


The force of the shove and the force of the thruster caused the armoured man to be launched well off course,landing on his side,after flying briefly in a curve. Using the momentum,the armoured fighter rolled to his feet. In actuality,it bore more similarities to an inelegant flop. "If that 'little push' is the harming of innocent children,then I'd rather not see your vision of freedom." The armoured lancer growled under his helmet. He knew exactly where this fight was going,and he didn't like it. It was a stalemate for now,but Ozpin had more options available to him. Things would change,and soon. Still,he needed to stay for long enough to serve as an adequate distraction.
 
Stampeding through the Emerald forest, crushing anything before it underfoot, was actually a student, or technically two, one slung haphazardly over the shoulder of another, who seemed enormous by comparison. A sheen of sweat was quickly making itself apparent on Jorg's face, streaking the ash he'd been covered in, revealing the flesh below, flushed red in strain. The large student sprinted with everything he had, occasionally stumbling over some unseen obstacle, though often it came along with him, he just needed to be there, he had to do something. After every other time he'd only arrived just a moment too late, Jorg couldn't accept being late to this one thing, this was important, it really counted today, and there were no do-overs.


Even if he wasn't officially a student at Beacon yet, there must be something he could do, he couldn't let so many years of proud history just go up in smoke. Breathing ragged and burning its way through his throat, the giant finally came upon the cliff he'd been so desperate to reach, though now came another problem, how to ascend...


As humiliatingly slow as it would be, Jorg spotted one of the forest's many ancient trees near the cliff face, though it didn't quite reach the top.


Slowing down as he approached the tree in question, Jorg took a moment to catch his breath, trying to climb exhausted never went well for anyone, and he had another life in his hands right now, he couldn't let that happen.


While the tree was little better, it still was, to some infinitesimal degree. Thankfully, since no one was near enough to witness Jorg's clumsy ascent, he never needed to recount the event in great detail. Climbing the tree, then leaping from one of its branches, the youngest Quigley used his weapon like a glorified hook, and pulled himself up onto the ledge, though in reality it was nothing so dignified.


Picking up his slightly worse for wear charges, Jorg looked back at the tree he'd just climbed from, somewhat surprised that he'd managed to toss the pair up this far, then make it up himself. Quickly taking inventory, the still unconscious student was still breathing, seemed to have all of his things, the Holy Roller was still perfectly functional, and Jorg still had his relic, still ready to pass, still ready to help.


Cross and classmate on his shoulders again, Jorg was about to set out, though he decided that it would be safer to leave this unconscious student here than to bring him into the midst of an attack on the school. Laying the cowboy near their original launch-site, Jorg got back to worrying about Beacon. Weapon resting comfortably back on his arm, the giant slowly lurched back into a run, feeling every muscle protesting against the sudden motion, though an ironclad will kept them in check.


Almost there, just another minute longer, just one more minute, and he'd be there to help, he wouldn't be too late this time. Outside his tunneling vision, Jorg failed to notice CABAL soldiers gradually jetting up into the air, boarding the airship they'd come in on, they were starting to leave...
 
"Hey! Watch it!" Students filled the school halls of Beacon, screaming and running towards safety. In the midst of all this chaos was Senren, arriving late, as per usual. Imagine his surprise when he was greeted with flames burning down the school. He trained harder than he ever had in his entire life to get here and now it was being reduced to ashes? He knew he had bad luck, but this was just ridiculous.


With a big push, Senren managed to shove his way past the barrage of students, now leaning against a wall. "Man...is this what they call...a welcome ceremony?" Senren took in deep breaths, attempting to regain some energy. He felt like he was running with the bulls, his body having been crushed against those of other students.


After regaining his breath, Senren looked through the hall, students still running for the main entrance. "In any case, I need to find a way out of here." Looking from side to side, Senren searched for a way out of this madness. He definitely wasn't going back into that crowd.


When it seemed like his search would prove useless, Senren felt a breeze on the nape of his neck. Turning his head, Senren's eyes lit up when he discovered an open window. "Jackpot!" Rushing over with a grin on his face, he approached the window, glad to have found a means of escape. However, upon reaching the window, Senren's grin dissappeared and was replaced by his gaping expression.


Rather than the short drop he was hoping for, the distance between the window and the floor was several feet. He should've expected that, he was on the second floor after all. The only thing between him and breaking his neck was a small bush, the distance making it look even smaller. Senren looked at the bush, sweating a bit, gulping as well.. "I-Is it worth it?"


"Move it!" Senren quickly pulled his head out of the window at the sound of the booming voice, almost smashing his head. Currently moving down the hallway was what appeared to be a soldier. This was no ordinary soldier, however. This man was at least seven feet tall and his armor made him look like some sort of robotic super soldier.


Sweat beaded down Senren's neck as he watched the man travel down the hall, large weapon in hand. As he looked on, the man raised his head from where he was previously looking and faced Senren. In that moment, the two were directly locking eyes.


Senren stared for a few more seconds, still sweating and his mouth curved slightly, eyes wide. Quickly, he tore his eyes away from the soldier and placed his foot on the sill of the window. "WORTH IT!" Senren jumped out the window without a second thought, wind pushing his hair back. "AAAAAAH!" He knew the first day of school was always the hardest, but this was just rediculous!


Remarkably, Senren didn't break his neck and managed to land on the bush. "That wasn't as soft as I thought it was going to be." Climbing out of the greenery, Senren stretched out his stiff back, giving a satisfying pop. "That's gonna hurt sometime tomorrow." Brushing the leaves out of his hair, Senren began to search for safety. He needed to figure out just what was going on here.


From the bush, Senren walked along Beacon's walls. All seemed to be going well so far and he hadn't ran into anymore soldiers. He had no idea what was going on yet, only aware that there was some sort of attack. Well, he would probably find out soon enough.


As he was about to round a corner, Senren heard the sound of voices. Were they other students that made it out? Senren griped the edge of the wall and peeked around the corner. Rather than students, Senren was met with the sight of more soldiers, their varying sizes in armor the only difference from the previous one he saw in the halls. Just who were they?


Senren continued to observe from the corner, trying to think about where he might've seen these people before. As he thougt about it more, the smell of smoke hit his nostrils. 'Smoke?' He assumed it was just the school, so he paid no mind to it and continued watching. As he did so, he felt a tingling sensation from around his arm, the arouma growing stronger. Turning his head, Senren panicked upon seeing his sleeve aflame.


"FIRE!" That may have been a bit redundant, considering that Beacon was on fire, but he was referring to the flames currently trying to consume his body. In an attempt to put the fire out, Senren threw himself to the ground, rolling his body back and forth.


Eventually the fire was put out and Senren let out a sigh of relief, glad he wasn't burnt to a crisp. With a small grin from his Achievment, Senren rose from the ground. However, the grin vanished upon seeing the soldiers converging. Apparently, rolling on the ground and shouting wasn't very stealthy.


Quickly rolling backwards, Senren made distane between him and the soldiers, returning back to his feet. His eyes narrowed at the soldiers, who were currently brandishing their weapons. "Bad move, Kid." Senren's panic was gone, now composed in the face of combat. "Sorry, but I'm not that easy to beat." Senren stood his ground and reached into his clothing. Rather than removing his hand, it remained there for a few more seconds.


Senren's composure began to fade as he patted at his body furiously. "Where is it! Don't tell me I lost it!" He searched every part of his body, but his weapon was nowhere to be found. Looking back at the soldiers, Senren rubbed the back of his head. "I don't suppose you'd allow me to check my room, would ya'?" Senren received an answer when the soldiers charged. "Attack!" Metal armor clanked against the floor as they approached. "Guess not.."


With no weapons at his disposal, Senren's only option was to run. Quickly, he ran at the soldiers, closing in on them as well. Of course this was risky, but so was a lot of the things Senren did. He wasn't the type to think about what to do next, he just did it.


As he ran, one of the soldiers swung a claymore in Senren's direction, the blade threatening to chop of his head. Rather than the feeling of his sword cutting through someone's neck like butter, the soldier was surprised to feel a weight on top of his blade. Senren kicked off the ground as hard as he could, launching himself into the air and landing on the flat of the man's blade. Before, he could register what had happened, Senren planted his sneaker into the man's face, kicking off once more.


Rolling onto the ground, Senren dodged two incoming daggers heading straight for him. He spun his right leg in a circle, kicking the blades out of the soldiers hands with his heel and delivering a roundhouse kick with his left. Seeing an incoming whip, Senren brought his hands down on the disoriented dagger-wielder and performed a vertical flip. Upon descending, he wrapped his legs around the newcomers head and brought him to the ground.


The last of them came when a pair of dual guns were revealed, prepared to fire. In an attempt to dodge, Senren placed his palms on the ground and spun himself like a top, reminiscent to a dancer. His foot knocked the first firearm out of his hands before rising back to a standing position. With the momentum, he took his hand and delivered a back-facing punch. He knocked the second one down to the floor with his elbow, quickly bringing his hands up to grab the back of the soldier's head and connect it with his knee. He continued the movement by flipping over him, his back curving to complete his landing. The soldier fell with a grunt, defeating the last of them.


All the while, Senren had been continuously moving forward, never once stopping. He ran north, pacing his breathing. "I think that was the last of them." Looking behind him for safety, Senren was shocked to see one of the previously fallen solders chasing after him....on a jetpack! "Give me a break already!"


The solder got closer and closer...and closer. 'Isn't he gonna stop!?' Senren got his answer when the soldier collided with his body, the jetpack still thrusting on. Senren's arms clung around the man, attempting to avoid any attacks that were made on him and falling to the ground. "Hey! Watch out, idiot!" The soldier moved Senren's arms away from his face, thrashing about as he did so. "Move! I can't see, you damn brat!" Senren came close to falling, but managed to grip onto the man's armor. "This is your fault in the first place! You-! Watch out for the tree!"


As the two thrashed about, the thrusters were on a clear course into a field of trees. Unable to hold on any longer, the soldier's grip failed, descending back to earth. Determined not to meet the same fate, Senren tightened his grip and attempted to stay straight. "How the hell do you work this thing!" Unfortunately, Senren would never find out, as the device began to smoke, an annoying beeping sound emitting. The thrusters pointed straight down, setting course for the ground below. Senren's shouts grew quieter and quieter as the descent furthered. "WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"


Birds fled from their nests as a teenage boy came crashing through their homes. The multiple branches broke his fall, but the way down sure was painful. Twigs scraped his cheeks and some of the tougher branches knocked against his bones before he ever stopped moving.


Senren now hung upside down from one of the branches, thoroughly stuck. He released a soft grumble, the journey leaving him a bit disoriented. Shaking his head a bit, he was met with the sight of an orange-haired girl. He hung upside down, staring down at her, trying to look like he hadn't just fallen front the sky out of nowhere. "Hey there.." Not the best first impression.


As he hung upside down, small rod, colored both red and gold, fell from his pocket. Looking to where he heard a soft thump, he could clearly see the object lying on the forest floor. 'Oh, there it is...'
 
The moment Duffy loosed the arrow she felt her heart clench in her chest, almost wishing it had missed the man.


The faunus had just watched him take a life with a single shot, and yet she did not want him to meet the same end. The second the noise caught her ear, her aim shifted and when he moved, she fired; too used to shooting for the kill in Ursae or Beowolves. She heard the strangled cry as it pierced the man, and quite literally shocked his body to the ground in the convulsions of the electricity. Originally, the arrow had been meant for the massive grim, and was charged so, but her instinct had taken over.


Her first human life taken, without so much of a second thought.


Duffy knew this was a bad idea, she knew it was a bad idea the minute she got the letter in the mail but was afraid to speak up. How could she? With a family of supporters for all activist movements, whether violent or not, she was quieted every time it was brought up. Duffy didn’t understand why she was here, but it made her very anxious and her attitude since she got on the ship reflected that. Yesterday she gave everyone who talked to her the cold shoulder, and if they got too close, she would threaten them with her bow. During the sleeping hours she chose a secluded corner, and avoided the large group at the television… as well as groups in general.


The Emerald forest was a different story. A teamwork moniker was forced in this situation, and although she had been launched at the same time as the rest, she still had yet to find a teammate. Tree-tops were her perfect bird’s nest and every time she had heard or seen something her bow was quick to draw. Quickly she realized they had all paired off with each other, and despite being against the rules, she was fine with being alone. It seemed the group of people in her year were a lot harder to deal with then they first seemed. Starting forest fires, flying in on Nevermores, and fighting more with each other than the Grimm themselves.


It was lucky enough, as this white Grimm had certainly been putting up a fight; so close to the altar, too, it would be a shame if they didn’t acquire a relic. Although she had found the altar pretty easily, Duffy still hadn’t taken a chess piece; felt it wouldn’t be right without a partner. Making the decision to help them instead has led her to killing a man in cold blood. Her hands reaffirmed the grip on her bow and she turned her sharp eyes on the group. It looked as if the silver-haired girl was going to go after the assailant, making Duffy curse to herself.


The brunette had revealed her position but the group had yet to finish off the Grimm, making her vulnerable if she moved in. Adjusting her hat, despite it obviously being tight and secured, she made her way around the long way, sliding down a tree behind the group. She was still the furthest away from the monstrosity, but she was still nowhere close to comfortable. The girl wasn’t sure what to say, given she didn’t know if they saw her shot or not. Her eyes met squarely with the silver haired girl, fidgeting uncertainly before turning and looking at the rest of the group.
 
If Prism wasn't confused enough by all the action all around her that was happening with her team mates and Jeremiah and this new student that burst from nowhere that now that she thought of it, she hadn't noticed before now and then suddenly a shot rang out and Prism hit the forest floor and instinctively covered her head. When she looked up the Beowolf had been shot, or so she thought, and Sabrina was siting next to Den Jin.


Prism who decided to just chase and swing after the beowolf that was carting off two students, landed from a swing off a high branch and ran, sliding on one leg to a stop next to Sabrina who actually looked rather shocked. "What happened??" She shouted through all the noise and when she looked down she saw the bullet hole right between her classmates eyes. Prism gasped and covered her mouth as she turned away from the scene. No, this couldn't be happening, what sort of test was this? Students weren't supposed to be shot! Prism looked up as Sabrina also turned from the corpse and pulled her weapons out, aiming her direction for what looked like soldiers of some sort. Did they do this? Why? She noticed that the hcase had lead them closer to Beacon and from where she was she could see chaos reigning through her school.


What was happening, why was this happening? Where was Arnold and Jeremiah? Prism looked behind her over her shoulder in the direction she came from and saw the Beowolf attempting to pick it's exhausted bones up. She considered quickly finishing the job but she felt that perhaps following Sabrina was the best thing to do right now, she couldnt just let her go in to this shit storm alone. With a tired and frustrated grunt she readied her straight edged rope-blade and ran after Sabrina.


"Wait up, you're not going in there alone." Prism called.
 
Rasia stood still awaiting the Grimm's next Flurry of attacks. She wouldn't allow a limp body to hold her back, and refused to be caught off guard by the White Beowolf that stood before her. Its gaze virtually boring into her soul, as it gauged its next movements.


The Grimm went onto all fours and launched itself forward at lightning speeds Heh, isn't that the cliche used in the tales my mom used to spin?? Rasia humoured herself she shifted sideways out from the center of the attack. In that moment she dropped the Aura shield for only half a second and pushed it towards the Beowolf to fling it further off course. Finally swinging the spine of her Scythe blade into the beasts arm, narrowly missing her target yet again.


Rasia heard Jeremiah mutter something, followed by him shifting. The distraction was enough to hold her back from continuing her attack on the large white creature. She wasn't going to risk being set off balance from the boy. He began make noises of complaint, his struggle finally ceasing as he caused the razor wire to successfully cut both of them slightly.


Jeremiah proceeded to question his current situation, as well as the condition of the Beowolf they had been fighting for this short time. Rasia had no time to respond as she dodged to the left and flicked the Aura shield again. It roared loudly in frustration, answering the boys question for her. “I'm sorry, the Pole Semblance user refused to aid us.” Her apology filled with just as much guilt, as it was genuine.


Rasia was about ready to push toward the Beowolf, now that her new found acquaintance was no longer struggling. She switched her Scythe to its Pike form and barely crouched, thrusting her right arm forward with Libitna and dashing forward herself.


Rasia assumed this fight was finally over, or at least that was until a deafening gun shot wizzed by her and striking a tree near the Massive Beast. She flinched, just as did the Beowolf, and Jeremiah who managed to loosen his arms out from the Razor Wire with a combined help of unknown forces and her own Aura Shield.


The Beowolf was, of course, startled by the loud sound and began fleeing. Though not without unwanted passengers, one willing, the other not, Sabrina proving her disapproval of the situation from a squeak and a cry for help. The unfortunate part, to Rasia, was that the Beowolf fled through the burning portion of the forest. She was not to privy to this chase, despite her hatred of such beasts.


Jeremiah spoke to Rasia, suggesting they work together. She was unsure how that would work but nodded needlessly in reply. She had begun running forward to give chase knowing she couldn't just let those two girls be killed, she could never forgive herself otherwise. With only two steps completed and her third in the process, Jeremiah yelled out something about rockets while a Whoosh sound quite literally flared up behind her. Before she could ask what he meant they were quickly launched feet off the ground and were moving many meters a second.


Rasia looked at the ground, everything seemingly slowed around her and her breathing quickly shallowed. She shifted her gaze from the ground to the Beowolf and the girls, to the trees and fires in her way, back to the ground. Though she felt the fires around her she hadn't completely paid them attention, only acknowledging their existence.


Rasia's Heartbeat began to raise dangerously. Her vision turning grey scale while her eyes changed to the lightest of perceivable greys. She shifted her now Pike form Libitna to the ground to begin balancing and stop the two of them from crashing into it. Next she shifted her gaze back to the White Monster as her Aura began pulsing around the two, as well as ski like platforms under her feet. As they hit the ground, she began to lean in a direction to avoid one of the oncoming trees.


Rasia was but a second away from reaching the Beowolf and the girls, sliding to the left then. Suddenly one of the girls jerked her head backwards, a spray of something that seemed grey to Rasia flying from her... from a hole in her skull. The smile that had crossed her face was now gone, the chase no longer a game to her. She sped past the original target to her left and the dead girl and Sabrina to her right.


Shifting her weight to her right, Rasia was trying to rebalance herself. She noticed the Soldier, thickly armoured yet surprisingly mobile in the large suit. She pushed herself to the left again to avoid a burning tree. She knew she couldn't turn back towards the Grimm even is she wanted to, it was fleeing to the left, spooked by so much happening; a fire, combatants pursuing it at a speed not even it could match, and even more adversaries that it probably did not wish to deal with. Rasia chose to reorient her targets in a new order for the time being.


Rasia was finally ready, or at least was until Jeremiah noticed Sabrina and shut off the thrust his arm was providing. The action would have been fine had they not been turning to the left at that very moment, instead they slipped, flipped, and began tumbling. First impact was with the back of her right shoulder, forcing the limb to jut outward to her front for all to see its new resting spot. What followed was the two spiralling a quarter of a foot above the ground, only to have Jeremiah impact the ground this time. They finally stopped, with Rasia face down.


Rasia screamed in pain during the tumble, even with her focus and adrenaline, the pain pushed itself quite noticeably through her mental blocks. Not only was her left arm dislocated, but now too was her right arm, and much more visibly. The cuts were a minor annoyance, though they bled.


Rasia still fought back the pain, lifting both the boy on her back and herself with her left arm. She used her right arm and Scythe to keep her balance and lift as well. Gritting her teeth she began to slide her right leg forward, preparing to stand. Her breathing was much more of a pant, her thoughts very much disorganized.


Meanwhile...


Despite her minute stature and her cutesy outfit, any who saw Lapis would know she was not to be taken so lightly. She wore a a pink button up hoody, hood up and with with long pointed ears in the shape of a fox's ears. They ears occasionally flicked as though they were real, then again, the girl really did have Fox ears of her own that fit snugly within the hoods pockets. Her pants only exaggerating her childish outfit, both white and pink in colour, and quite light in material as well.


Her fiery orange hair flowing with her moves, one arm up against the strike of another Grimm. The Blue Tonfa blocking what seems to be a Beowolfs claws, Lapis jabbed the Barrel of her Tonfa into the creatures solar plexus like area only to let loose yet another rain of ammunition into the unsuspecting creatures.


A Cabal soldier shot in her direction, though his weapons fire hitting the Grimm rather than the little girl. One bullet coming close, only to be ricocheted by the Red Tonfa which had begun to spin rapidly. “Oh no, that won't do.” she had practically sung, as she spun herself behind Kaine to parry the attack of a Boarbatusk. The creature quickly being dispatched of by Izzy with a hail of Machine Gun fire, another member of these Hunters to be.


Lapis was about to continue killing the Grimm with her deadly dance, Kaine however ordered the entire team to move to the treeline to deal solely with the Grimm. They would help the students, and not need to worry about their human opponents.


The four people moved swiftly toward the Treeline, despite the nearly endless waves of Grimm pouring out from the forest. Even at that time any stragglers from the fleeing students were being hunted and some killed by the many Grimm. Even some of the larger more dangerous Grimm emerged from the forest. The Teachers were not sitting idly by, instead trying to grab the attention of numerous Grimm and being swarmed. Frightening only when the Larger Grimm also joined the hoards.


While the students ran away, the Teachers kept fighting. This was until Kaine, Lapis, Izzy, and Roth joined the fight, helping the teachers. First the teachers with “bigger” problems, if you will, prioritizing the smaller targets to free up the teachers hands for the real threats. Kaine dealing punishing blows, Lapis getting in close and clearing her opponents quickly, Izzy shredding many newly approaching Grimm into pieces, and Roth dealing with the Grimm in the immediate fray as the Ranger he was.


The students fleeing for their lives began to take notice of these four particular individuals. While not directly working together at the time, they had already managed to clear up a couple of the teachers. The group also managing to still put a lot of hurt on the Grimm, and helping each other out as needed.


While the battle had not really turned at that point in time, the students began helping more and more with the Treeline assault. Finally swaying the balance of the battle; younger and less seasoned students fighting with teachers, and older more experienced students aiding any who could not help themselves or others.


The battle raged on, injuries still common while death less so for the side of Beacon. The Grimm no longer pushing forward and sustaining many loses. And yet, despite the chaos, the sky still remained its brilliant azure blue with a side of light fluffy clouds.
 
As the Cabal trooper fell to the ground,felled by a javelin of lightning,his armour and weaponry started to emit a piercing screech. Almost like a warning. Five seconds later,he exploded. Although,that description hardly does the event justice. His armour exploded,his weapons exploded,his body exploded,hell,the contents of his pockets exploded.


And all that was left was a smoking crater. It was as if he never existed in the first place.


Meanwhile,at the gates of Beacon,the fight between the Cabal commander and Ozpin was intensifying. Ozpin,now knowing his opponent's weaknesses,was moving in and around the unwieldy lance,delivering strike after strike into the armour,digging deep gouges each time,but never quite penetrating. The armoured behemoth was reduced to swinging his weapon around like an oversized club. He couldn't even jet away,as Ozpin was just on top of him in a heartbeat.


This isn't good! I need a plan,and I need it now! Just as he finished the thought,an idea struck him. The commander swung his lance again,knowing that Ozpin would duck under to get a strike in. However,this time,the commander snapped his right arm out,snatching Ozpin's weapon as it made impact. With a triumphant roar,the commander heaved upwards,pulling Ozpin off the ground with his cane. In the blink of an eye,Ozpin was airborne,before he could relinquish his weapon.


The armoured giant pulled his lance back,almost like a gigantic baseball bat,and gave his best home run swing at Ozpin as he came to eye level. Ozpin saw this coming,and did the only thing he could do: He erected a barrier with his Aura. However,he wasn't anchored to the ground,and the swing still sent the old man flying through the air. Ozpin tumbled along the ground,and regained his feet,but before he could get his bearings,the lance flew mere inches past him...But the commander wasn't gripping the weapon.


The lance was screeching. Just as this fact penetrated into Ozpin's consciousness,it exploded in his face,the force knocking him away,and sprawling him all over the ground. Once again,as Ozpin regained his feet,something was hurtling his way. This time,it was the Cabal commander,thanks to his jetpack. Before Ozpin could think,he was slammed into by the self-propelled cannonball,and the two of them kept going for many feet before they came to a rest,the commander in a full mount atop the beleaguered headmaster. "THIS ENDS NOW!" With that statement,the Cabal commander raised his left arm,hand balled into a mighty armoured fist.


As the fist came down,Ozpin brought his cane to bear,as he had miraculously kept hold of it. The Cabal commander's fist struck the object,and it held. Barely. "No. You don't get to survive,Ozpin." The brute opened his hand and gripped the weapon,and with a mighty heave,he tore it from the old man's hand. "Not while your thralls hunt down people guilty of nothing more than demanding their freedom!" With a mighty roar,the armoured giant flung the cane away like a child would an offensive branch,and began his assault in earnest.


Ozpin,with a dead weight of nearly a tonne on his chest,was helpless. All he could do was erect an Aura barrier to keep his head from being smashed like potatoes under the titan's fists,and hope that someone would come to save him. "Children and helpless old men? And you call yourself the hero."





Meanwhile,all over the campus,the sounds of conflict subsided,at least in part. The remaining Cabal troopers fled the scene,as abruptly as they had arrived on their jet. Beacon was in ruins. The defense grid nothing more than mangled metal. It would take months,at least,to rebuild. Six footsoldiers got away,and their commander stayed behind to complete their secondary objective.
 
Cole had been running for at least twenty minutes, his head was a dull ache; a remnant from his earlier tumble down the side of the boys dorms. His attention otherwise occupied he hadn't noticed the screaming up ahead until he came running head first into something solid but furry. The young student looked up to find a pair of scarlet read eyes leering at him from within the marked white of a Grimm. He gulped his anxiety down just before the monster roared it's vehemence right in his face. Cole wiped the Grimm's saliva from his face before he turned tail to run.


At first it seemed as though he had escaped his fate and relief began flooding his fear riddled body, but he was not free yet, not by far. Behind Cole could hear the heavy thumps of the Beowolf's paws gradually building up speed. In front of him though were another group of students fighting off other Grimm. Suddenly his mind snapped into order; he couldn't lead this beowolf into their flanks, it would catch them off guard and create an opening for their own foes. Cole whimpered his frustration and came to a skidding halt. In seconds he was confronted by the beowolf chasing after him. He fell from his feet and landed with a thump on his back. The collision jarred his head and he looked dazed into the towering Grimm standing above him. His sword lay in the crook of his back and made him roll over . His sword somehow automatically unfolded itself and rocketed straight into the beowolf's face. Caught off guard the creature took a few steps back while Cole came to his addled senses.


The young boy hefted his Greatsword up and while the beowolf was nonplussed and scratching at its nose. Cole ran forward, his blade brought to bear upon it. Cole charged haphazardly his blade unsteady, his heart pumping and his hands shaking. Within the last three feet the beowolf regained itself and reared to attack. Cole's sword bet the beast just as it bore down upon him, his eyes shut out of fear. There was a sickening -shikt- and a howl, who ti belonged to Cole did not know but when he opened his eyes he was confronted with those same red eyes. They stared malevolently at him even as they disintegrated.


Cole got to his feet and took his bearings. The students behind him had dealt with their adversaries and it seemed as though the destruction had ceased, though what was left behind left him heart broken. All his life spent trying to get into Beacon and it was blown into rubble, all his dreams were crushed into the dirt and he couldn't help sob his sadness into his dust encrusted hands. A girl came by and grasped him by the shoulder, she picked up his sword and led him to a tent where the wounded had bee gathered. He thanked the girl as he sat down and waved away her worrying, he was neither injured or dead, she had other people to attend to.


Minutes later he could hear the shouts of other students, they were looking for Ozpin; the Headmaster. Curious he rose from his seat, picked up his sword and followed the growing group of students in their search for the headmaster. At least if he was alive their was still a chance he could live his dreams. It was selfish and he knew it but that was all that drove him forward.
 
In the Present:


Jeremiah's eyes went wide as he passed his comrades, Oh crap! he thought frantically a moment before he cut the thrust from his gauntlet type weapons by closing his open palms into fists. Hopefully the girl he was currently tied to could find a way to stop them graciously. Though in a mere moment those hopes would be resoundingly dashed, as they veered left rather than straight and began to careen, rolling over one another until Jeremiah's body finally collided with the ground, sending them into a devastating tumble. He gritted his teeth, as his head, arms, and chest collided with the hard dense earth below. He grunted and groaned, his voice crashing out of him in hoarse guttural tones that marked the pain that shot out within him. He knocked his head during the roll, the cut beneath his hair reopening and blood pouring out in steady strands, he let out one more slight cry as the two bound students finally came to a halt, their roll finished and their bodies broken there that sat. Jeremiah's mind was gone, having fallen unconscious, his head began to hang limply, as Rasia lurched and hesitantly stood.


As Rasia did so she'd notice that the massive Grim was now gone, having chosen to flee given loud gunshots and wounds it had received in the last trying moments. The forest now began to crash around them, branches crumbling, trees shaking and falling as the fires spread.


Meanwhile...


Sabrina stood before the dead Cabal soldier, watching with shocked eyes as the man fell to the earth, an arrow firmly placed within his sternum. She locked eyes with the girl, not sure what to feel, of course she had planned to do the same thing to this man, but now, where was that anger to go? What was she supposed to feel now that this man, the man that had killed one of her classmates lay dead? She moved her lips as if to speak to the new girl, though as she did she was shocked to see a light on the felled man's armor begin to blink in quick succession. Her eyes went wide, Oh sh-t! she thought frantically as she swung her chains at the last possible second, using her semblance to wrap her chains around a tree that would hopefully be out of the blast range, she tried to pull herself back from the blast that erupted from the faunus man's armor.


Though perhaps she had realized a mere nanosecond too late, as the resulting concussive wave, crashed into her, causing her breath to be knocked from her body, exhaled harshly, her eyes wincing as pain shot out within her body. Her chains went limp, knocked askew by the blast, thus she crashed into the tree she had aimed for rather unceremoniously, her back crashing into the tree and causing her to yelp in pain. She winced, panting as soon as she could manage, and trying to regain her breath as she fell to her knees. She returned her gaze to what was now the ashen remains of the deceased man that had stood there only moments before. Next she glanced up toward the mysterious bow wielding girl, her vision blurring in the wake of the fires as she did. What would come next!? How would they manage to escape this hellish landscape!? And what would come next!?


Meanwhile...


Ozpin cried out in anguish , his face pounded by this armor clad man that stood before him. He brought his left arm up to subvert the next blow though it was soon broken by repeated assaults. He gritted his teeth, before crying out in pain as his aura was knocked away and pierced by the bludgeons of his overwhelming attacker. Suddenly the man seemed to slow his assaults, punching Ozpin with one last resounding punch up and into his gut. Ozpin flew back into the nearby wreckage, a pipe scraping away at his left arm and shoulder as he crashed into the pile of concrete and jagged metal. Ozpin fell to his knees, coughing up blood into the blackened earth below as he glanced up at the massive figure before him. His vision blurred as he finally spoke, "So, this is your solution? War? The death of children, faunus and human alike?" he wheezed, his breaths coming in heavy ragged breaths when suddenly his eyes widened, and his ears perked at the sound of gunfire. This sound would be easily discounted as the far off firing of guns being used in the battles that surrounded them, though Ozpin knew, he knew that sound, that gun, that student, all too well.


He smiled ever so faintly, "You're so wrong Beacon doesn't end with me , it lives on with every student, and in those students you will face the very thing you fear" Ozpin splattered up a bit more blood before wiping the crimson from his lips with his right hand, and shakily taking to his feet to stand before the massive armored man.


The man laughed slightly, so very amused with what he thought to be the last words of the illustrious Ozpin, "And what is it that I fear?" he asked as he bridged the distance between Ozpin and himself, now standing above Ozpin with clenched fists.


Ozpin stood with that same unfazed expression, peering up at the man from behind the broken lenses of his glasses. He glanced over momentarily to his left, in the direction of the forest and gates of Beacon, catching a slight glimpse of red from far off in the darkness. His ears perked up as he heard the same familiar shots, three shells this time if he wasn't mistaken. He smiled oh so faintly this time, his grin barely noticeably over his casually apathetic demeanor. "Acceptance" he said rather poignantly as three massive shots collided with the massive man, sending him flying back, and caving in his armor as they collided with it.


What came next happened in a flash, a flash of red to be exact. As a red cloak suddenly appeared, the hooded figure beneath moving at a speed unparalleled, as they stepped effortlessly from loose pieces of rubble and pole-vaulting themselves up into the air with a massive scythe. The figure landed on the massive man's shoulders, before falling from them sliding down the mysterious man's back and hooking the scythe around the front of the man's neck. The hood fell back now, revealing the long curly auburn hair and silver eyes of Ruby Rose, "So Professor O, I take it this isn't the Welcoming Ceremony?" she asked in the same cheery tone as ever.


Ozpin watched as the man was forced to arch his back in order to keep from being decapitated by the scythe that now held his neck in its firm embrace. "No, your about a day late for that" he announced with a sigh, of course Ruby's clumsiness had worked in his favor, but...


Ozpin rolled his eyes a bit, and tried to laugh without hurting himself, Oh how his students never changed. "But your right on time for the end of the exam" he said in as cheery a tone as he could manage, trying to meet Ruby's own enthusiasm, though he knew he never could.


Ruby merely nodded, "Right then" she said with a grin as pulled a trigger sending a bullet flying from the barrel of the scythe and into the earth in front of her, sending her flipping backwards off the throat of the man, her feet met the ground, as she twirled her weapon with fervor. Her eyes narrowed, "After this your baking me another plate of those cookies okay?" she asked as she locked onto a certain spot on the man.


Ozpin froze, of course Ruby was after some sort of food during her visit, he sighed once more, coughing a bit as he attempted to do so. "Of course" he said with the same tone as ever, though he paused a moment, "Ruby be careful, this man is resourceful and he..."


Ozpin was cut off as Ruby nodded and charged without listening, her speed causing nothing but her red cloak to be detected as she dashed about the war torn rubble that now defined Beacon. In a resounding slash she cut a hose on the man's thruster assembly and turned to face him once more.


Meanwhile...


Kaine slashed away fervently, eviscerating a boarbatusk a moment before another collared beowolf charged. He began to tire, though he wouldn't show it as he brought his shiled up to meet the beast's jaws, a series of blades burst from the borders, spinning around the shield and shredding the face of the offender before Kaine glanced towards his team. "Lapis, let's close the gap! Bring it in close! We gotta take a defensive stance, defend these students until help arrives!" he shouted, calling his team members back into a closer knit so that they could assure no stragglers. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a group of student's beginning to falter, beginning to stray off in search of Ozpin. "Hey! Hey! Get back in -line! This is a war! Not a f---'n field trip!" he shouted after them. "Roth contain the stragglers! " he shouted as he brought his shield up to face another collared beast, this time the center of his shield opened in an aperture, revealing a wide bore barrel that began to glow. "I'm gonna clear it, get down!" he shouted loudly toward the foward fighting teachers that began to leap away from their respective foes as a series of massive shots burst from the glowing muzzle. The cannon like shots erupted into explosive bursts, sending shrapnel and fiery payloads high into the air. Kaine panted behind the shield, glaring through a small slit that allowed him to view what lay beyond. What he saw didn't look good, no more grimm were on their way, and they'd need everything they had if they were to survive the next few hours, in the shattered remains of Beacon...
 
The Cabal commander was momentarily mystified by the old codger's response. Acceptance? Acceptance is what I fight for. Immediately after that,however,he was assaulted by three high-impact shots. The first bullet slammed into his left pectoral,causing him to spin in a quarter circle. The second shot struck his right pauldron at an odd angle,and deflected outward,straight into his flailing elbow. He was lucky that it didn't deflect a few degrees more,or the elbow would be mush. Instead,the bullet crashed into the thick plates surrounding the joint,embedding itself quite firmly,while caving in the plates around the joint,effectively locking it in place. Finally,the third round thundered into his right thigh,and although it was a graze,the round had the force of a rampaging rhino behind it,caving in the plates around the right side of the codpiece,effectively locking down the entire leg.


Even if he wasn't hobbled so,the commander would never have been able to react in time to a young woman rushed him,seemingly from a spontaneous explosion of rose petals,and had him at the blade of a scythe. It only taken the most fleeting of glances for him to know exactly who this was. "Ruby Rose..." He know that his gorget,as thick as it was,would be nothing more than cotton in the face of the woman's weapon. He cursed his backpack at this very moment,as it was the only thing keeping him from driving an armoured elbow into her ribs to get away,leaving him no choice but to endure their insufferable nattering.


During their conversation,the commander disabled his speakers so he could call up his pilot. "Malik,I need a hot pickup. Red's on the scene. I repeat; Red is on the scene. I'm crippled,so I'll need a medevac." Two blasts of static is what he got back. He re-enabled his speakers,just as Ruby vaulted back over his head,and made a show of cutting one of his thruster pack's fuel hoses,spraying a mixture of powdered Dust dissolved in solution with nitro-enriched jet fuel all over the place. Ozpin tried to warn Ruby against a charge,which,in all honestly,was the soundest piece of advice to come out of the man's mouth,as far as the armoured giant was concerned. One spark would reduce all three of them to ashes on the wind.


The Cabal commander met the woman's charge with his head,bizarrely enough,with a left hook feint. His armoured head,now thoroughly soaked in volatile fuel,collided with Ruby's forehead,thanks to the staggering height difference,and his hobbled leg. "One spark and we all die,Red." The headbutt didn't have much force behind it,again due to his leg,but all he needed was time. And time it bought him,as it knocked Ruby off balance. He used this time to disengage the jetpack. Release pins fired off with resounding P-TING! noises,dropping the byzantine contraption from his back with a thunderous crash,just as his opponent regained her balance.


Just as Ruby was about to begin another assault,the Cabal craft rose up the cliff face behind him,engines roaring,with a woman declaring over the intercom, "Called for a pickup?" The Cabal commander pointed at Ruby with his good arm,and the jet swiveled the nose-mounted rotary cannon to point at her,spinning up with a mechanical whine. The jet drifted in the commander's direction,and the port side door opened,revealing a lightly armoured man on a large turret,and a heavily armoured woman with a scoped rifle,sporting two bayonets; one on the barrel,and the other on the bottom of the stock,both pointed down.


The commander cackled as it suddenly started raining lead in Ruby's direction. "I'm leaving! I've made my point! This is just the beginning. Have a good day." The turrets reduced the ground to an ever-deepening gravel pit around Ruby,and the markswoman was attempting to get a good shot in,but the constant movement was making fine aim impossible. A winch reeled down a harness on a cable,which the commander stepped into,wile wrapping the cable around his hand.


As the commander was reeled in,the ship barely moved. The reason was made alarmingly clear when the armoured man relieved the markswoman of her sidearm; A massive revolver,with an equally massive scope,and pointed it at the jetpack,which he made a point of abandoning,and was sitting in a large puddle of Dust and nitro-enriched fuel. He cocked the weapon's hammer back,and fired,not even bothering with the scope. The bullet struck one of the thrusters,creating a cascade of sparks,igniting the whole mess,creating a large fireball that would put any action flick to shame. He handed the woman back her sidearm,and limped into the ship as it peeled off,door closing behind him. The jet passed over the ruins of the academy,the cinder strewn Emerald Forest,and circle around to fly back over Vale,giving everyone on the campus time to realize exactly what had just happened. Or presume worse.
 
"Okay... Okay... I got this.." Athalia muttered, her words having a little pause on every step of her pace that she tried to do faster every time. For the past few minutes, she was just trying her best to be stealthy and less nervous at the same time but it pretty much, still didn't work. Her relief from a few seconds ago, from when she just found this forest and escaped from that soldier who gripped her leg so hard, was now gone.


She bit her lip while still running, finally deciding that she was not to make a peep or another action, except for running of course, being that other actions would most probably only make her more nervous, and panic more. One step, two steps, three steps... She said in her mind quickly and quietly, trying to make her running just as quiet and fast as that.


Shouts and screams from different tones of male voices and different sounds of metal--most probably the clinks and clanks of their armors--boomed against the forest, leaving all creatures in it--and her--disturbed. In her mind, it wasn't really impossible that soldiers were to turn stupid and try to fight one another, but for now, she was convinced that she was being chased, yet once again.


"Nopenopenope!" She finally announced while trying to run faster than she would already. Normally she didn't really have to run just like in her trainings in Signal Academy, and everywhere else where she would fight bad guys, also known as Grimm. All she did was stand somewhere, play her cello, disorient Grimm, and kill them. But now, even her weapon which she minimized in size from the real cello, was being so heavy that she didn't want to run, and she didn't know what to do anymore.


"I'm not... a runner." She stopped in her tracks for nothing more than a short while, panting and gasping for regular breathing once again, as she heard the noises aggressively go towards her way. She knew that she could always try to confront those bad-ass soldiers, but she doubted that they wouldn't hesitate to attack her with all different kinds of weapons that she never even saw and knew of before, bringing her down even before she could put her weapon in place. Plus, she was more exhausted than ever, but she figured that all the best she could do for now, was run anyway.


To her surprise, Athalia found a soldier, and a guy, seemingly hugging themselves above her. But that wasn't really the case. Apparently, that fully-armored man had a jetpack, and that other guy seemed to be a late newcomer in Beacon, just like her. She wasn't so sure, but she didn't really want to get in their mess, so she ran, to another direction.


It pretty much, didn't really work. Just a few trees in front of her, was that same young man, probably around her age. He was obviously hanging upside down, unable to move further because of the large branches restraining him, even if he was doing his best for what's happening to not be what it seemed. Athalia knew that she needed to help him, so she sprinted a bit towards the tree where he was stuck. A thin rod of gold and red fell from the guy's pocket, which almost hit Athalia on the head and gave her such pain, if she didn't have time to dodge it and jump backwards.


Finally accepting that she couldn't really escape from this devastation, she took the rod gently and smiled at the guy who seemed to be needing her help. "Is this yours?" She asked, picking the rod gently and mentally facepalmed herself. "Of course it's his. It fell from his pocket!" After a few minutes of thinking and letting him hang there, she said loudly, "This is all I got!" She aimed the rod towards the branch where he was stuck, and threw the colorful rod, hitting the branch successfully and making it fall, along with the male. "Sorry, but I better be going now!" She yelled apologetically, knowing that she'd probably get caught if she wouldn't continue in her tracks again.


"Now, if you'd excuse me." She muttered, hoping that the male didn't have such a great fall, as her eyes followed the sight of familiar silhouettes running towards Beacon academy once more. "The first was definitely professor Ozpin." She said to herself as she saw another presence, which was more like something red, dashing towards the way where Athalia remembered coming from. With a sigh, she ran again towards her goal. "I suppose nothing would go better if I just kept on running... Change of plans." She panted, hiding behind a tree before continuing. It seemed that those few soldiers were going back rather immediately, and Athalia just kept going seconds after their big figures were gone from her sight.


And the academy faced her, yet once again. The bad thing was, it was a whole lot worse than what she just saw earlier. She quickly scanned the place, and fortunately, those bad people were going away now. There were also a few people who she had not seen earlier, and she spotted the same to figures that ran through the forest by her. She sprinted up to them, seeing an exhausted and seemingly beat up Ozpin, and a very familiar lady, who was now fighting someone who seemed to be the strongest there. Or at least, the commander, probably.


"Professor Ozpin!" Athalia yelled worriedly from afar, whilst trying to dodge the rubble and mess that was caused by this chaos. This is probably the worst day ever. She thought to herself, ignoring all the other things that were going on. From the looks of it, it was professor Ozpin who suffered the most in this. I mean, look at that blood! She yelled at herself mentally, trying to run faster with her tired legs, and also trying to not even take a peek at the wounds and all.


(Mind blocked~ Sorry for the terribly late post! My character was totally useless tho xD )


 
The shots had scared the big mass of the Grim away, wounded, but still lumbering easily through the forest that was burning down before them. Duffy could see that it wasn’t the only thing burning, Beacon rising in the distance, only a pillar of smoke now. Thoughts raced through her head; had the White Fang done this?


Immediately her eyes went back to the soldier she had killed, not only because it had begun beeping, but because the thought crossed her mind to examine him. The flashing light and the beep threw her off and she immediately, much like Sabrina, took haste in escaping the blast zone. There was another girl with them, Prism, carrying ropes of different calibers that Duffy shot a warning glance at. No time for warning the poor girl, she could only hope she caught on quick.


The explosion that blew up the man came a second later, after the Faunus had made some decent ground, but unfortunately not far enough. A blast wave came with the explosion, and threw her, much like it did with Sabrina, except her tumble was a lot more gracious. The force itself knocked the air out of her lungs, but she used her bow's angled nature to help her roll into her landing. Still, because of her aura, she felt the landing tenfold and kneeled for a moment, hissing in her pain. She noticed that the ivory-haired girl landed close by and Duffy forced herself up. First adjusting the hat that had dishevelled itself on her head, but not fully fallen then checking to see if she had all of her quarry.


When she made her way over to the girl, she only offered her a hand up, as she was a stranger after all. “Would you like some help?” Duffy asks, eying the girl carefully before turning her focus to the surroundings. A ways away, the carcass of the man’s body lay in a burnt crisp, some of the trees in the closer vicinity snapped from the force of the explosion. Duffy wasn’t sure where her friends were, but she could probably find them if she tried. “Or would you like me to help your friends?” she wondered, remembering that one of them was passed out when she arrived there.
 
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Sounds had dulled to a muted echo as Jorg practically stumbled around the bend, finally coming into direct view of Beacon, ablaze as it was. To the student's left were several of his fellow classmates, fighting a losing battle against the Grimm that came pouring from the forest, while to his right was a battle he had arrived just late for, Ozpin, and, if his memory wasn't failing, Ruby, a graduate from the academy.


Breath burning its way up his throat, and pulse thundering in his ears, Jorg realized that he may have been late, but not too late this time, he could still help.


As the airship began to turn tail, Jorg took a knee, dumping his weapon to the grass, already flattened by the widespread confusion on the grounds, now left with a deeper imprint, that of the Holy Roller. Sweat continued to roll down the young man's face, leaving ruddy tracks through the ash which had still not entirely been cleared from him, leaving a patchy grey and red spot plainly visible in the field, with a massive silver shape beside him, the normal metallic sheen dulled by the same ash marking its wielder.


Colours began to drain away as time seemed to slow down, every second stretching into minutes. Carefully lining up the muzzle of his gargantuan weapon, the young Quigley fingered the machine's trigger through the locking mechanism, into his all-or-nothing gambit. Only one shot, no do-overs, this was it, his only chance to be the hero.


A heavily armoured silhouette clambered its way onto the airship, pausing only to turn and fire a weapon of some kind in the direction of Ozpin, followed shortly thereafter by the eruption of an enormous fireball. As the ship began to lurch away across the sky, Jorg knew that his window was rapidly shrinking, and he just needed to fire. Fingers twitched a moment before seizing the trigger proper, and hauled back with a slight click before the world came crashing back into real time with a savage roar that echoed across the valley, a solitary gunshot that seemed to mute out all other sound for several seconds as it echoed back again and again, sending birds scattering from their treetop homes. A veritable wave spread from Jorg as the shot was fired, the world seemed to hesitate a moment as the sound crashed over everything in its path, pounding the grass flat all around, and halting the gentle breeze as the shot streaked through the air like the spear of a vengeful god, a trail of condensation in its wake.


His shot taken, Jorg knew that he'd just launched the entirety of his dust stored in the weapon, and the cannon would now be useless. The boy prayed, not to any higher power, but against himself, he prayed that he hadn't failed in this time of urgent need, that his shot had found its mark, and then, opening his eyes once more, he could see that it hadn't. A boulder of crushing regret slammed between the young man's shoulders then, his one chance to prove that he wasn't a useless failure, and he'd blown it, just like he'd been late to save the cowboy, how he'd fallen short before, the way he'd failed his written exam for Beacon, and was accepted anyways, simply for legacy's sake, the way he'd always been, shadowing the accomplishments of others, never managing to step out into the light on his own except to show everyone what a devastating failure he'd proven himself to be.


Despite the student's lament, and the fact that the airship remained airborne, it had been at the very least knocked off course, the enormous dust payload grazing the starboard side of the vessel, tearing the door clear from its housing in an instant of rent metal, silenced by the cacophonous report of the weapon that had done it. The sonic boom that followed also left the ship reeling as the difference in air pressure left one engine less effective than the other, and the friction alone turning the metal beast on its nose, sending it into a horrendous spin. Despite the damage he'd caused, Jorg felt he'd failed everyone, the one chance he'd had to blow the offenders from the sky, and he'd barely grazed them.


Remaining on his knees, probably a few more moments than was truly necessary, Jorg pounded his fists once to the grass before forcibly dragging his feet beneath him, though when he tried to heft the weapon which he normally had no difficulty with, his arms strained, muscles twitching, skin flushed red from exertion, the student had reached his limit, and he slowly slumped back to his knees. Still struggling to rise, Jorg refused to accept that he could collapse of exhaustion so soon, there was still work to be done, there were still people that needed him! Once more, the young man got both feet beneath him, and began to rise, slowly, shakily, but rise he did. Halfway back up, Jorg's stomach tightened, he felt a familiar sourness rise up the back of his throat, and he heaved, retching black muck into the grass.


His vision tunneling back in again, cold began to claw its way inward from the boy's extremities, he was done, even if he didn't want to believe it. Struggling to stand once more, this time Jorg's vision went entirely black, and he collapsed forward into the puddle of his own vomit gracelessly.
 
Prism stopped and stood next to Sabrina as they stared at the dead Cabal solider, the one who killed Den Jin. Prism only gave him a once look over, confirming him to be dead but, more important to her was, who killed him? She lifted her eyes and strained her sight around until she froze and her eyes locked onto the stern warning look from a girl she's never seen before. Prism only had a second to react as out of her peripherals, Sabrina saw what the threat was and dodged to the side. Prism jumped back but before her feet could touch the ground again, the explosion happened.


Prism screamed but it was cut short as her breath was stolen from her lungs. The impact was unimaginable pain as the shock wave hit her and then threw her into thorny bush. Her vision blurred and she tried to lift her head but only felt the scrape and needle like pricks of a thistle vine across her forehead. "Ahh... fu..." She breathed, testing out her lungs and vocal cords. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that when she was able to look down at her body that she would still have all her limbs. She was content for the moment to just lay in the thorny bush and not move but, her mind flickered and shot to the thought of Sabrina and the girl. At the same time, she heard the sound of the girl speaking, speaking to Sabrina.


"Ey, in a bush...! ugh..." She coughed and weakly lifted an arm wrapped in prickly thorns. She got a good look at it ant winced. Her arm was dirty and little beads of blood gathered where every thorn dug into her flesh. "I-I'm gonna need assistance..." She croaked.


At that moment she knew the logical thing to do was to probably hide, she had no idea who this girl was. She had no idea who's side she was playing on, sure she killed the CABAL solider but, had she also planted the explosive? Was this white fang's doing? Was any of this right? Prism's head pounded.
 
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In the forest,the jetpacker that was entangled in a tree regained his senses,and heard his helmet radio going crazy. A retreat order,it seemed. The Cabal trooper disentangled himself from the branches of the tree,paying no mind to anyone nearby. He knew he'd be able to disengage from the students if they picked a fight,or use his mobility and armour to his advantage and come out on top,anyways. He dropped from the tree,and used his jetpack to scream off into the Emerald Forest,where he'd be nearly impossible to track down.


Meanwhile,on the exact opposite side of Beacon's campus,above the courtyard by the main gates,the Cabal commander's escape wasn't as clean as he'd hoped. Apparently,one of the kids on campus had a flak cannon,to his best approximation. The tiltjet spun and rolled,and the pilot,Malik,shouted over the intercom,suddenly too occupied to flick it off, "Just what the Hell hit us!? A Nevermore!?" The occupants inside,however,couldn't respond. They were too busy holding onto anything bolted down for dear life.


The markswoman and door gunner were belted to the craft,but nonetheless,they held onto nearby grip bars during the violent impact. Their flailing caused the door gun to be kicked clean from the bracket,and sent tumbling to the ground below,guaranteed to critically injure any it landed on. The four other soldiers were strapped into their seats,but only one of them had the presence of mind to pull down the crash brace beforehand,causing the other four to be cast about the hold,holding onto anything they could.


Meanwhile,the commander,as crippled as he was,felt that he was having a very unlucky day,and felt it appropriate to be cursing like the proverbial sailor at this situation. With his one good hand,the giant of a man gripped a handbar above his seat,cursing everything that went wrong,up to and including the obliterated starboard door.


After a terrifying few moments,Malik got the bird under control,by some miracle,and gunned the throttle as far as it would go,anything to get away from the AA gun she had convinced herself the students had. Over the ruined building,over the Emerald Forest,and back around to fly over Vale she took the bird,accelerating all the while.
 
*Rasia's View – To those who are near Sabrina


**Everything Else – To those in the battle with Grimm or going after Ozpin


Rasia's View


Rasia was barely capable of sustaining her consciousness, her adrenaline fading. Her vision darkening, her aura pulsing slower, her breathing shallowing, and her thoughts slowing to a single thought Sleep. She slid to the ground, head facing to her right, eyes shut and darkness enveloping her vision.


A sudden flash of colour. Rasia opens her eyes shifting her arms back to the ground and pushing herself back to a stand. “No, never!!” she spoke in a loud and quite serious tone. Having not actually noticed the explosion of the Cabal. She slowly stumbled towards the other girls, Duffy, Prism, and Sabrina.


Upon reaching the others who were slowly standing from their own most recent injuries, Rasia looked at each of them, her eyes slitted and somewhat blue in colour now. She smiled, they looked fine and still ready for battle, well... mostly. “Let's go” she began, not waiting for a reply as she continued to hobble forward.


“I need to speak to Proffesor Ozpin” Rasia continued, her pace quickening and steadying, no longer relying on Libitina for support. “I still need to show him the message, and I'm sure you all need to speak to him. Completing what seems to be a test and about the death of that girl...” she added still having not entirely noticed what just happened and was happening at the time.


There was protest amongst one of a couple of the girls, the words weren't entirely clear to her in her current state. Rasia continued moving, only closing her eyes and shifting her head slightly downwards. “Listen, I don't care if you stay here and fend for yourself!! I need to go, and not to mention needing get help for this guy on my back.” she snapped without even facing those who were against her suggestion.


Despite mentioning getting help for the boy on her back, it seemed almost as if he'd already healed, probably from his Aura. Rasia, on the other hand, still had blood leaking from every cut on her body. Both her arms remained dislocated, the right well worse off than the left. If her Aura ever helped her healing before, it certainly wouldn't this time.


Rasia could never climb the cliff side without her Scythe, let alone being in her current condition. Luckily there was a hill, steep hill, but a hill nonetheless. A tough climb indeed, but she had no other choice, she pushed forward, often using Libitina as a grip by slamming it into the ground with her left last and pulling herself up higher.


It was still almost like climbing a cliff, but the incline helped greatly. What was waiting at the top would be a shock for anyone, however, as Rasia climbed herself and the boy up she saw what seemed like a nightmare. Had she collapsed and fallen unconscious?? The pain all over her body would disprove that, If she felt any of it that is.


In front of her and those who followed were the students and teachers fighting for their lives, almost surrounded by a hoard of Grimm. Bodies were strewn everywhere in the opening. Not to mention Beacon itself was falling a part and covered in a giant all consuming fire.


Despite their distance from the action, some Grimm had found Rasia and the others. A few breaking away from the large circle of darkness, charging the group.


General Battle Report


The battle had been going back and forth for a long time, but that had no longer been the case. The Grimm finally began to surround the students and their teachers. The battle began to seem dire, and to make matters worse, many students began to run for their lives. A few regretting it seconds later as the Grimm took every opportunity they had, which was many then.


Roth's and Izzy's View


“Roth Contain the Stragglers” Kaine ordered


Roth had no choice but to push through a wall of the Grimm. It was all that would help those stupid students. He rushed into a fray where a teacher was trying to reach some of the students. “Izzy!! Lift me up!!” he shouted while still running toward the first line.


Izzy was running back to her group of friends when Roth asked her help. She waited until the final moment before spinning around and grabbing Roth by the scruff of his jacket's neck. Throwing the boy several feet into the air, barely clearing a Deathstalker that was once in the way.


Roth took this opportunity to unload a volley of purple Dust Bolts which split into a large number of smaller high velocity bolts. His new height advantage maximizing the damage and clearing a tiny portion of the black hoard.


Izzy kicked up some dirt as she stopped her spin, letting another volley of rounds fly loose. Her target the Deathstalker, and her objective to keep it still for a moment longer. She was more than successful, having it stop, but also raise its tail for Roth to land nicely, feet first, on.


Before landing on the giant scorpion's tail, Roth switched ammunition to the Orange Explosive Dust Bolts, breaking the massive creatures natural body armour. Following up with landing and launching a couple of High Impact Yellow Dust Bolts, which quickly finished the job. Having shredded to ribbons the Grimm immediately around the Deathstalker, and then lobotomizing the huge arachnid.


Roth continues on with a giant grin crossing his face as he slices through the Grimm. Ranger or not, he would enjoy the battle, whether from close or afar.


He approached a few students defending them while convincing them of the benefits of staying in the large group. Most would agree, and those who didn't would quickly be convinced by their friends or the site of someone falling in battle, or even worse than that... dieing themselves unintentionally convincing others. Roth would repeat this multiple times until arriving at a group who was specifically leaving to find Ozpin.


“I don't have time to explain much, just get back into the circle and help the other students and teachers.” he spoke clearly as he cut down yet another Grimm. “Ozpin can handle himself, and I'm sure the teacher could do well themselves, but there's too many Grimm even for them. Ozpin's got one opponent.” Roth continued, switching between melee fighting and shooting off various types of Dust Bolts.


Roth wore a large white jacket with orange detailings and a black strip crossing the collar and down the arms. While his shirt was a vibrant an orange and his eyes a glimmering iridescent anomoly. Atop his shimmering golden hair sits a beany hat with a bright orange number. While he sports a simple pair of black jeans with additional pockets.


Lapis' View


Lapis was rushing back and forth between Grimm, spraying bullets every which way. While she would halt a beast for a moment Kaine would quickly crush or slice it. She would continue to wreak havoc, moving in close only when she had to protect Kaine, and possibly others.


Kaine just finished a Boarbatusk when Lapis began a dive, quickly turning her manoeuvre into a somersault over a beowolf. Such was when she noticed another Grimm behind Izzy, she shouted out a warning.


Izzy had just thrown Roth up into the air and was mid spin when she heard the warning given to her by her comrade. Using the momentum of her spin she brought her right arm back, quickly slamming her arm and gun forward. Just before making contact the barrels of her machine guns retracted to prevent damage to the system. As contact was made, a spiked piston quickly jutted forward into the beasts skull. Her spin was reversed, which she quickly stopped and continued on to attack the Deathstalker her friend was about to land on.


Moments later Lapis could see Roth returning with several students, some having chosen to aid Roth with saving the others. Quickly they all began fighting in tandem with others. Everyone having someone behind their back ready for what must have seemed like their final battle, even if it was in fact their first. Kaine, Lapis, Izzy, and Roth were finally back together, only to be separated yet again.


Lapis was in the midst of a flurry of attacks, being supported by her friends, when she noticed a student standing up near the cliff side. It was difficult to see, but through the crowds seemed to stand another one or a few. She couldn't be too sure, but they would need help, especially as the first one seemed injured.


Lapis lands atop a beowolf, only to have it finished off by Kaine. As the beast fell, she told Izzy and Roth to go aid the people in the direction she pointed, telling them of where exactly she meant. It was going to be difficult for any to make it into the line, let alone through it.


General Battle Update


The side of Beacon's fighters may have steadied and bolstered their defences, especially when everyone finally began working together properly. The battle, however, would look as though it was already a lost cause to any outsider who would view it, with no holes in which a single child could escape unharmed. The fighters were now entirely surrounded, with only the sky above them letting the air and light reach them.


Izzy's View with Roth and Lapis


Izzy nodded “Gotcha!!” she confirmed as she began her slow acceleration towards the wall. She made it to the line at about half speed, having shot her entire way to it. Upon reaching the first Grimm in her way, Izzy slammed one fist into the beast in front of her, and then another straight into the other monster that tried rounding its dark brother, or was that sister?? Izzy couldn't tell.


Meanwhile Roth was right beside the girl, sending Purple Bolts forward, and quickly prepping for a close support role for his friend. Putting forth a rapid flurry of blades. His movements seemingly a dance of blades covering just behind the girl with a large metal back.


Finally Lapis further disoriented the thinning sliver in the line with many rounds. Many having turned to chase their prey, others choosing to continue to the center of their bubble, both equally as riddled with holes.


Quickly Izzy and Roth push through the remainder of the way, and close the gap between them and the group that just emerged. Making it mere seconds before a beowolf could strike the girl wrapped in chains?? A wire?? “Wait, Razor wire!?” Izzy shouted in confusion. She shook her head, “I don't understand your fashion, but it gives me ideas~” she half squee-ed as she punched another beowolf clean off the cliff side.


Roth cleaning up the rest of the beowolves quickly cut off any conversation about to start “I'd love to chat, but we need to get back. We can still hold off inside the bubble.” Izzy looked towards him then her weapons system. “Bubble??” Roth shook his head running back.


Izzy motioned to follow, and began her trot to full sprint back into the crowds. Kaine and Lapis were more than ready to lend hand to their returning teammates.


Rasia's View Again


Rasia couldn't do much more than accept what just transpired and follow what she assumed to be more students. They were offering help, and proved to be allies with their actions seconds prior. She wasn't going to waste time to get help, and then join back into the fray.


As they reached the wall, a sickening series of strikes from a number of students and some of the faculty helped open up the wall of Grimm. It was astounding just how organized they were here. Just like back h... home. Rasia's heart rate rose again and her eyes widened.


Rasia was finally near the center and she fell to one of her knee's, her mind racing every which way. So much was happening, and she barely had a chance to make sense of it all. As the circle tightened, the Grimm not wanting another escape.


Rasia looked around, still with blurred vision, she cried out for someone to help the boy she may have hurt. For someone to unwrap him from her so she could rest her Aura, and so she could rejoin the fight against the monsters of the world.


Someone aided her, unwrapping the pommel from the razor wire. She assumed they used their aura to not lose a finger. She let the boy down softly to the ground before finally retracting the wire and pommel. “Now... I... can... get back.” she pushed out between breaths.


Rasia yelled out loudly, her eyes now shimmering Orange with black specks polluting it. “You have caused enough suffering, and we aren't letting you wreck beacon!!” a new found personality trait showing in Rasia as she raged forward slamming her left shoulder into the side of a boarbatusk, pushing it painfully back into place and sending the dark boar running to the side only to be killed by another student. She grabbed her Scythe with her left hand, swinging it swiftly through the throat of a Beowolf.


Rasia turned to another adversary, ready to fight... until her turn didn't stop, or rather her head felt like it was still spinning. She stumbled to the left, and then back to the right, pain tearing its way throughout her entire body. She stumbled a few more feet, though backwards this time, ending her movement with a fall onto her back. Landing next to the boy she still hadn't learned the name of, “I didn't actually get anyone's name... did I??” she questioned herself out loud as things went quite lucid for her.


Rasia shook her head, feeling as though the movement was done underwater. “I won't-” go to sleep she finished her sentence within her thoughts now. Still barely conscious.


Grand Battle Report Finale


Suddenly a loud sound would be heard by all, even those who were no longer conscious could somehow perceive it, though that sound came after this one. The first was that of a near Vytal Shattering Explosive Sound, as it tore its way through the skies, and also partially through the exterrior hull of the ship that only a few saw.


Those who had noticed it, and those who saw it now, would see the ship smoking and spiralling out of control. A part of the ship flying off and hitting the ground. The pilot somehow managed to regain control and speed off before another shot could reign them back towards the hard ground bellow.


The battle continued to rage, what was minutes felt like days by this point. Those far too weak to continue fighting rested in the middle hoping for a miracle, or to simply recover enough strength in time to replace another. The student and faculty were completely surrounded, including some smaller airborne foes above. The circle was as tight as it could get.


Suddenly was the second sound, the one that shook those in their dreams, and sent chills down the spines of all in the area surrounding Beacon, perhaps even down into Vale itself. Even the Hostile Grimm were not spared the sudden chilling sensation that came... that came from the howl that was only rivalled by that of a howitzer!!
 
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