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Jaune Arc Expelled: Settling Scores – Part 2 [A RWBY Fanfic]

Jaune Arc Expelled: Settling Scores – Part 2

(A RWBY Fanfic)

Author’s Note: I don’t think anything I can write will trump Volume 3 Finale. Why you gotta kill my ship, Rooster Teeth?


The Past

Jaune’s breath ran ragged as he sprinted across the hard-packed forest ground. It was uneven, cluttered with trees and undergrowth that threatened to trip him up if he made a misstep.

Trailing behind him by only a few steps, Noyuu struggled to keep pressing forward as his ears caught the sound of a motor steadily approaching. “They’re catching up!”

Jaune struggled to hear over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. They hadn’t even finished restocking at the last village before the White Fang sent pursuers after them. Another town filled with sympathizers and spies in a long list of them.

Their hearts pounded and lungs burned as they ran blindly ahead. It was a good thing there weren’t any clearings around for them to be lured into; otherwise they would have been entrapped again. They had gotten lucky the last time, when the rain was falling and they had gotten their hands on that Lightning Dust, but he doubted they could continue to be that fortunate.

“Jaune, I can’t run for too much longer!” Noyuu warned. His face was flushed from the exertion to a greater degree than Jaune. Made worse was when the tree near his head exploded in a spray of splinters and wood dust from a round of heavy artillery punching through it and he tripped at the suddenness of it. “Ahh!”

Jaune gritted his teeth as he doubled back, gun in one hand and shield in the other. He moved to the front of Noyuu and held the shield in front of him, only to feel the rounds hammering away at his Aura-infused heirloom and breaking upon it into shrapnel. He returned fire, pulling the trigger thrice and sending three explosive rounds ahead to intercept the two four-wheeled ATVs housing four White Fang members. Flame, smoke, and dirt went up in a spray and obscured their path, forcing them to swerve around as Noyuu got back onto his feet.

Layering his Semblance upon his drawn blade and swinging it around, the crescent wave of power smashed into the trees between them. It broke them, shattering them into pieces and carrying them along its path, causing them to collide into others. The net result was something like dominoes, toppling one over another, sending both small twigs and thick limbs scattering about and into the four pursuing them. A second swing and wave added a cloud of dirt and leaves, further obstructing their view.

Both ATVs ended up crashing as their drivers were hit and blinded by the makeshift veils until they ran into a fallen tree, and he moved in while they were briefly dazed. He held his shield held out in front of him to catch the gunfire before he was in striking distance. The point of his sword cut through the air before finding the chest of the first driver, their Aura shielding them from fatal damage at a subsequent loss. He followed up with a shield bash that sent them tumbling back onto the ground and then brought the shield to his rear to intercept another round of gunfire, sweeping his sword upwards to catch the third Faunus before he swung down his axe.

Viridian chains coiled around the one who tried to get around his shield to fire his rifle at Jaune’s forehead. He disappeared into the mess of trees while Jaune slammed the pommel of his sword into the mask of the Faunus that had weathered the point, shattering it to reveal the face of a woman. He introduced it to the flat of his heater shield before jumping out of the way as the fourth descended from above with a spear.

There he stood, shield at the front and three opponents trying to flank him. He spun as he used his Semblance on his sword, creating an expanding ivory halo that slammed into each of them and repelled them backwards as though they had each been hit by a sledgehammer. Viridian chains once more emerged from the rear, coiling around the neck of the woman and pulling her backwards fast enough that it was only spared from snapping by her Aura. One of the White Fang soldiers called out her name and turned his back to Jaune.

He used the opening. Kicking off the ground with his Semblance layering his foot, he was repelled forward as the immovable ground cratered instead. His shield met the spear-using Faunus’ body and followed him as all of Jaune’s weight and speed carried them into a tree that buckled. The tale-tell flicker of a dying Aura signaled for him to bring his sword around, felling the White Fang soldier as it painted the blade crimson and filled the air with the coppery scent.

“You damn human!” shouted the one that had been spared his blade so far. He pulled out a small tube-container that was housing a Fire Dust Crystal and twisted the top before throwing it at him. Jaune’s eyes briefly rose and he braced himself as the mechanism in the top sent a charge through the crystal and caused it to erupt in a billowing explosion that ate the space between them.

The force of it swallowed him whole and spat him out, sending him airborne until he met an abrupt end at the base of a hearty tree. Pain blinded him, a groan of agony leaving his mouth as he rose to his feet. Then he heard a scream and looked towards the source.

The White Fang member had brought his axe around and slammed it into Noyuu after seeing the two others strung up and dead. Noyuu wasn’t much on offense, but strangulation was an easy way to bypass one’s Aura, and those two bound to the trees by their throat were most certainly dead. Unfortunately, Noyuu wasn’t suited to front-line combat and would be killed if he was caught in a second strike of that axe.

Jaune snarled as a dark fire briefly flickered within his body and heart. He was before the White Fang member and lashing out with his shield in mere rampant heartbeats, putting all his strength into knocking the Faunus away from Noyuu as everything went red. The impact was strong enough that it tore through whatever protection his Aura gave them, the brief flicker of fear dancing on Jaune’s tongue with its salivating flavor until the body crashed and broke against the tree like an old doll.

‘A calm soul and a straight head are the keys to survival. A calm soul and a straight head are the keys to survival. A calm soul and a straight head are the keys to survival,’ Jaune chanted to himself, over and over, desperate to quell the dark fire within until it was smothered for the moment. Iria had always said it, had him repeat it as a calming technique for the battlefield. It had its uses even now, driving away the ruinous taste of fear.

Noyuu slowly stood up. There was a somber look in his eyes, and his ears slightly drooped. “Are you okay, Jaune?”

He nodded as the darkness dissipated. “I’ll be fine. Let’s loot the corpses for their Dust and Credits and get out of here. We don’t want to be around when more show up to look for them.”

Noyuu consented with a slight nod and slackened the chains that held the other corpses up, letting them fall gently to the ground. “I really wish they’d stop coming after us. We’ve already had to kill so many of them.”

“We have to put up with it for a little while longer, until we get close enough to the kingdom.”Jaune pulled out his Scroll and brought up the map. “We’re not too far from the next town. If the White Fang had a tight grasp on it, I suspect we’d have been ambushed from both directions.”

That being said, he could only hope that was the case. There was no telling if there were sympathizers lurking there. They would have to be careful, and work to get what they needed as fast as they could before getting out. They couldn’t sit still if they wanted to be safe—or if he wanted to keep the promise he made to get to Vale….


The Present – With Pyrrha

“The food was delicious,” Noyuu said as he finished his plate. He and Pyrrha were in the Beacon cafeteria, after dropping off his cloak to be washed. The various scents that clung to it had been bothering him and she had assured him that they would get it cleaned quickly, before the next airship arrived.

“I’m glad you like it….” Truthfully, she was trying to think about how to broach the subject of Jaune’s nightmare on the airship. There was a lot about him that was a mystery from what she knew, but she was hoping that if she could understand it better, then maybe she could do something about it. “Do you know how long Jaune has had nightmares like that?”

His expression shifted, going from elated at the meal to somber.  “Ah…” He set down the fork he had been using and sighed. “I suppose since we were in the Dust Mine.”

That wasn’t the answer she was expecting.  “Dust Mine?”

“There was a recently discovered Dust Mine found near the desert town I lived in,” he explained. “An untapped mine, not in control of the Schnee company, naturally drew the wrong kind of attention. A couple of Huntsmen took over our town and put us to work in it—Faunus and Human alike.”

“That’s horrible.” The notion that someone would abuse the profession of a Huntsmen, a protector of the people, to grab power and lord it over people didn’t sit right with her.

Noyuu nodded. “A lot of bad things happened in those mines, but then they dragged Jaune into the camp after finding him in the desert, near a wreck. His scar was bleeding, so it had to be shortly after the ship he was on went down. They figured he would make for another pair of hands to work in the mines, so they didn’t kill him.”

“Excuse me,” a female voice said. They looked up to see Velvet there. She looked a bit concerned.

“How can I help you?” Pyrrha asked.

“I just wanted to say that I saw that friend of yours with Cardin’s group,” she said. “They were heading to the training room. I figured it was strange given what Cardin was saying about getting him expelled last year, and thought I should tell you since he was your teammate.”

Pyrrha felt a sickening sensation lurking in her stomach as Noyuu rose out of his seat and asked, “Did he have something with him? A cloak?”

“Um… yes, actually.” She nodded. “It smelled a bit fresh at a distance, like it had been washed.”

“He’s baiting him,” Pyrrha realized almost immediately. “Probably to get even with Jaune for earlier when we parted.”

“His pride could be the death of them if we don’t get to him,” Noyuu said. “Jaune’s told me a bit about them, and from what I’ve heard they’re a lot alike some of the Huntsmen that ran the mines and along the way here. That won’t end well.”


With Jaune

Jaune kept the dark fire within him in check as he stepped into the training room while Cardin shut the door and locked it.

“Looks like your friend managed to weasel his way out,” Cardin said as he stepped forward, mace in his hand. “Shame, but now we have the room all to ourselves.”

“You can drop the act,” he said as he took up his shield and sword. “You’d have to get past Pyrrha to get to him. That’s something you’re not capable of. You just bought me out here to put me in my place, right?”

He gathered his Aura and shifted his footing, deciding on which one to go after first while he ignored Cardin’s follow-up. The only reason he’d gone with it was because… well, frankly he had been in a bad mood on the way down. Perhaps he was projecting a bit, but everything he’d lost could be traced back to Cardin getting him expelled.

Had he remained at Beacon, he would have remained lackluster, but he would have been happy. He would have certainly had less blood on his hands, and likely would have been able to pursue a relationship with Pyrrha. It was a flimsy justification, but ultimately he was just pissed off after everything he’d learned in Ozpin’s office and Cardin’s group was the nearest punching bag. As far as he was concerned, they bought it on themselves and he could justify it if he got in trouble by saying that they mentioned kidnapping Noyuu.

When they finished talking and started circling him, Jaune picked out the first target to deal with and turned towards Russell Thrush trying to position himself behind Jaune. He kicked off the ground with his shield raised to his chin, layered his Semblance to his upright foot while Russell was preparing to try and avoid, and then stomped.

The abrupt acceleration beat out Russell’s expectations when it came to dodging, causing him to take a trip into the air and into the back wall with Jaune crushing him between it and his shield to break through his Aura shielding. For a moment, he was tempted to swing the blade and end him, but he couldn’t justify murdering students—and he didn’t want to be someone who would even try. So he pulled back.

Uuhhh…” Russell collapsed, sliding down to the ground.

“Russell!” Jaune heard one of them yell as he reached into his pouch of supplies and pulled out a coarse cloth housing Fire-Dust and an adhesive on one end. He rubbed it onto the metal of the blade fast and hard, causing it to spark. Fire erupted and clung to the blade, as it would until it burned up the adhesive or he used his Semblance on the sword.

“That’s one down,” Jaune said as he tossed the expended cloth behind him to land on Russell’s downed figure. “Who’s next?”


With Pyrrha

The door was locked when Pyrrha and Noyuu arrived at the entrance to the training room, so they opted to go to the stands instead. The barrier between the arena and the stands was up and the lights were off, obscuring them from view of the four still fighting and leaving them to watch.

There they watched as Jaune drew the firearm housing Ice Dust rounds, aimed for another of Cardin’s entourage, and pulled the trigger thrice. Cardin blocked the shot that came for him, shattering the thick ice that coated his weapon by slamming it into the ground, but Dove Bronzewing wasn’t so lucky. The brown-haired boy was caught at the foot and head, anchoring him in place and encasing his head in a block of ice. Unable to breathe and caught off-guard, he tried desperately to break the ice with the pommel of his sword to no avail.

“Dove!” Sky Lark called. He moved to help him, but Cardin immediately grabbed and pulled him away. It was all that saved him from losing his arm as Jaune closed the distance with a Repulsion Step and swung the flaming sword between them, the flames promising to cleave-off and cauterize his arm should his Aura give out.

Another broad swing forced the two back, allowing Jaune to layer his Semblance on his shield again and mercilessly bash the pinned member of Cardin’s team in the chest. The blow pulled his foot free with a twist, and his muffled scream from within the ice died when his head hit the ground hard enough to shatter the ice. It knocked him out.

“That’s two,” Jaune said as he brandished his flaming sword towards the surviving pair. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, whether from the heat of the flames or nerves of dealing with him. He locked eyes with Sky Lark and then swung the sword, releasing a flaming crescent that smashed into the ground and flared bright enough to claim their sight for a scant second.

In that moment, Jaune closed the distance and delivered a trio slashes upon the grey-haired body’s armored chest to send him staggering back, the four that followed slamming the butt of his sword into his face before Jaune turned to block the overhead blow that Cardin brought down. The strength behind the blow brought Jaune to one knee, but he leapt off to the side with his planted foot and rolled back into a fighting pose as the two re-orientated themselves.

He pushed back further, expanding the distance between them as Sky Lark twirled the halberd in his approach. Jaune reached into his cloak and then pulled out a pouch that he tossed at the gray-haired boy. He immediately hit it with the end of the halberd as Cardin rushed behind him to get to Jaune.

The impact scattered a mixture of powdered Fire Dust and herbs that immediately exploded when it came into contact with the lingering flames from his earlier attack. The two members of CRDL began to scream, stopping their advance to cover their faces, with Sky Lark dropping his weapon entirely.

“Ouch,” Noyuu said with a wince.

“What was that?” Pyrrha asked.

“It’s a hunting trick that we picked up in one of the out-of-the-way places we visited,” he said. “Basically, you take a slip of fabric, pour in a little Fire Dust inside of it, and tie it into a ball. Then you bundle that into another cloth with a lining of some dry or powdered plants that acts as an irritant and stops it from going off easily. When something hits it hard enough it, you shoot it, or place it near an open flame, the Fire Dust combusts and the explosion makes the pouch burst open, at the same time burning the dry materials to create a smoke screen that irritates the senses—it’s especially bad for animals that have keen senses.”

“That’s an improper method of handling Dust,” another female voice abruptly noted, causing Noyuu to jump. Somehow, Weiss had gotten next to them, along with the rest of their teams. “You’d be fined for that since it presents a clear and present danger to the public.”

“Where did you come from?” he asked, looking to the rest. Nora waved at him.

“We ran into Velvet,” Blake explained, before turning to Weiss. “And that’s only in the Kingdoms, where there’s someone who’d be likely to enforce the law. Remember, most smaller villages don’t have that sort of luxury and are self-governing or self-sufficient. If I had to guess, it’s used to make hunting easier for anyone who lived on the outskirts, and they would have gotten out of range before it went off.”

Noyuu nodded. “It’s not very useful against Grimm since they can sense your fear, but it’s been useful for dealing with… other problems.”

“What kind of problems?” Pyrrha asked.

He fidgeted slightly under her gaze. “I didn’t finish telling you that the White Fang was ultimately the ones who put an end to the mines… Most of the Faunus who were enslaved ended up joining their ranks and the Humans there….”

“Ended up becoming sympathizers, right?” Blake finished for him. He nodded. “The White Fang were originally for equal rights between Humans and Faunus, but they can’t operate on Faunus solely. Either the Faunus who are in high positions in society aren’t members or they cover their tracks well, but the authorities rarely look at another human with suspicion when it comes to their crimes. They’re beneath notice.”

Noyuu looked crestfallen. “The ones in the mines continued to work in the mines at the promise of better treatment—their way of saying that even if their fellow man treated them like animals, the Faunus themselves were better than that. It made the White Fang feel superior to the downtrodden, which only feeds further into their behavior. They had nothing left, while Jaune only had a promise he made to get back to Vale keeping him going and thoughts of all of you. He was barely out of the town before they tried to kill him so word didn’t get out, and I… did what I had to.”

“You helped him escape,” she realized. “Even if that meant you’d be seen as a race traitor?”

He nodded. “He was broken, but I would have died down in those mines if he didn’t help me during a cave-in.” His fingers tightened into balled fists. “And when I couldn’t work from the injury and they cut my food and water, he offered up half of his own until I was back on my feet. So I helped him and then we fled together ever since.”

The conversation died there as ivory light clung to Jaune’s blade and he released it with a mighty swing. It smacked a stumbling, pain-laden Sky Lark hard enough that he went tumbling into the air and slammed smack against the privacy barrier hard enough that he lingered there with his face pressed against it like a glass pane before sliding down with a groan. He didn’t move when he hit the ground.

“And then there was one,” they heard Jaune say.


End Note: Had to split it up again, but Part 3 should be out a lot sooner with the end of the fight. I originally wanted to incorporate a bit of Volume 3 into the story, but then the finale came on and ruined my happiness. I mean, first Penny, then Roman, Ozpin, and Pyrrha. Roosterteeth got darker than anything I could write.

Incidentally, I did get an idea for a fic that would be a sort of ‘Bad End’ where Pyrrha inherited the powers of the Fall Maiden and Jaune became the next Progenitor (that dragon thing from the finale would fall into the same category), leaving them opposites one another. They would meet on the battlefield alone, engaging in a sorrowful battle to the death as Jaune is overcome by the darkness, knowing that the true role of the Maidens are to wipe away the Progenitors that spawn them—four Maidens to nurture the world and humanity, four Progenitors to wipe them away.

In the end, it’s a mutual kill. Jaune’s blade cleaved her open from hip to shoulder while her spear gouged out his heart. He dies after thanking her with a smile on his face, eyes wide open as he was finally freed of the darkness. Pyrrha struggles to crawl next to him as the blood loss robs her strength, only able to barely grasp his hand and tearful states that she won’t let him leave her again. When the others find them, the two are holding hands on the ground and dead.

Beautiful and tragic at the same time….

Of course, after the Volume 3 Finale, I’m fairly sure that would get me a lot of pissed off PMs, so it’s there for anyone who wants to take a swing at it.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 12 (Season Finale)

Season Finale Here

(Fair warning, I’m going to be swearing a bit in the review. It warrants it.)

Okay, so the episode has Cinder currently god-moding and going against the Big Good that is Ozpin. It’s like 30 seconds of badass before we see the evacuation of the students. Ruby learns her sister lost her arm, Blake’s apologizing to an unconscious Yang, Ren and Nora are injured and can’t go after their friends, leaving Ruby to go and bring Jaune and Pyrrha back.

Pyrrha finally kisses Jaune, only to shove him into a locker and then send him to Vale before trying to go against Cinder. Jaune calls Weiss and Ruby, begging them to save her. Cinder basically tames the giant ass dragon Grimm when Pyrrha comes to throw down. It’s a beautiful fight until the dragon shows up to try and save the former, when Pyrrha goes Magneto on Cinder’s ass until she loses her aura.

Ruby arrives just in time to see Pyrrha get killed and then goes super-mode, whiting out the screen until she wakes up several days later. Communications are down around the world, Ozpin is presumably deceased, and shit’s gone bad. By the time she’s woken, she finds her father waiting at her bedside. He reveals that Vale has been saved, but Beacon is fucked since the dragon Grimm is frozen but keeps attracting more Grimm.

Qrow then shows up and reveals that Ruby has a bloodline/magic power that her mother had, a trait from their silver-eyes. He then reveals that he has to pick up where Ozpin left off, and their enemy has gone to Haven. Ruby then goes to see Yang, who’s so dejected and detached that the life seems to be drained from her now that she’s lost everyone. Atlas has lost their credit, Weiss’ father took her back, Blake ran away without telling anyone, and Yang just wants to be left alone.

Time passes, and Ruby heads out with the remainder of JNPR to Haven without telling her father. The narrator then says some depressing crap, revealing she’s the Big Bad, Salem. Also Qrow can turn into an actual crow.

Okay, review time.

So, about the final episode of Volume 3. *Takes a deep breath* WHAT THE HELL, ROOSTERTEETH?

First you kill off Penny. Then Roman. Then Ozpin. And then you take away Pyrrha. Goddamn, you don’t cram that all into a single season! You space it out. And then there was the fact that Roman gets goddamn chopped all of a sudden and Ozpin just disappears. That’s fucking weak for major characters! At least Pyrrha’s death was a natural consequence of fighting a sociopathic bitch.

On the subject of a technical review, I can’t complain about anything, even the reveal about silver-eyes. That should have had more foreshadowing though. 5 out of 5.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 11

Season 3, Episode 11

Okay, the chapter starts with Ruby kicking ass and taking names, only for Neo to show up. Blake fights Adam, who is creepy and intends to make her suffer, and the rest of the teams fight against a bunch of Grimm and rogue robots and get their asses kicked. Velvet gets her chance to shine by showing off her Semblance, which allows her to copy the abilities of the people she takes photos of, until she gets blindsided by a paladin and Weiss manages her summoning of a knight’s arm and sword.

Back with Ruby, Roman and Neo are beating her senseless until Neo screws up and gets her parasol opened, sending her flying away while a Grimm suddenly eats  Roman. Qrow and team Cardinal work with Ironwood, who is a cyborg as it turns out. Jaune and Pyrrha head to the vault while Adam continues to beat down Blake until Yang shows up. Then Cinder kills Amber with an arrow through the heart, Adam stabs Blake and cuts Yang’s arm off, and Ozpin tries to deal with an empowered Cinder.

Okay, review time.

Well, damn. It’s gotten really dark. Adam is a yandere, like Beast from Beauty and the Beast turned into an abusive asshole driven mad by his love abandoning him and can apparently cut through Aura like fucking butter. Ironwood is basically Robocop, and Cinder won. On the negatives, Roman shouldn’t have died by being eaten of all things, Jaune had one job and he failed at it by not looking towards the entrance, and while I liked the reveal of Velvet’s Semblance, I don’t really like that she was blindsided because people were just staring at her and not the giant robot next to her, or the fact that Weiss got her power-up by saving someone she hardly knows. It should have been one of team RWBY or Neptune.

Episode gets a 4 out of 5, because despite the negatives I liked it.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 10

Season 3, Episode 10

It’s gone down. White Fang and Grimm are attacking Beacon and Vale, with the heroes needing to act. Blake and Weiss are in disbelief, Yang is worried over Ruby, and Ruby is depressed over Penny as much as Pyrrha is at the notion that she killed her. So much so that she doesn’t fight back when a Nevermore comes after her and Ruby has to save her. Then it gets massacred by about a dozen rocket-launchers as everyone arms up to do their jobs.

Ironwood gets his moment to shine and then gives them their marching orders, while Roman causes more problems by hijacking the androids and making things difficult for everyone else. When he  possibly killed Ironwood, Ruby goes to deal with him and Neo while Weiss defends the school and Blake goes to deal with Adam.

Cinder and her posse, meanwhile, continue to be assholes by broadcasting as a fucking dragon of all things emerges and spawns Grimm. As Pyrrha goes to see Ozpin, Cinder is watching and planning on making her next move.

Okay, review time.

Holy balls! This is everything I ask for. I… I have no proper words.

5 out of 5. Watch it.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 8 and 9

Okay, running late for this week (Again) so I thought I’d cover last week’s episode on top of this one.

Season 3, Episode 8

This episode starts with Yang arguing her defense against what happened, but because Emerald’s Sembalance is OP, everything thinks she just hallucinated the entire thing. Her friends are quick to back her, though Blake has reservations considering she believes Adam went down the same route (how these two things are related eludes me) and then learn more about her mother from her uncle, who invites her to help chase her down.  Pyhrra, in the meanwhile, is stressed over the situation with the Fall Maiden’s power and Jaune tries to cheer her up. The two get close, then things get bad and she loses control over her power and runs off. Ruby begins looking into what happened to her sister after Velvet mentions Coco thought she saw something as well and sees Emerald and Mercury, who were supposed to have left, before the match between

So this episode was most set-up and exploring the fallout of the last chapter. We learned about how Raven is perceived from the others and see why Arkos was slowly forming… now for it all to go to hell….

Episode gets a 4 out of 5, because I’m an action-junkie and it was distinctly lacking there.

Season 3, Episode 9

The episode begins with Penny and Pyhrra’s match announced while Ozpin watches on. Ruby tries to get past Mercury in order to stop the match, but the asshole stops her while the two fight. It’s a good match, with Penny actually putting up a decent fight until Emerald tricks her into making her attack seem more deadly and Pyhrra ends up cutting her in half. The Grimm promptly go rushing towards the town as Cinder stops the broadcast from being cut and then proceeds to give a “Reason You Suck Speech” about the different governments, stating her own had fallen. It starts going bad then as every Grimm attacks and Atlas’ ships are getting wrecked because Neo slaughtered an entire crew and freed Roman. And, to top it off, the White Fang show up with more Grimm.

Okay, review time.

Darkest hour folks. Penny’s gone, Atlas is humiliated, the White Fang are attacking, and all it took was a few people placed in the right places. Credit where its due, Cinder knows what the hell she’s doing. But screw Emerald! She’s caused more problems in the last three episodes than anyone else! She’s shamed Yang and Pyhrra! If she makes it out of this season in one piece, I swear….

Oh, episode gets 5 out of 5. Watch it.



RWBY Season 3 – Episode 7

Season 3, Episode 7

This episode starts with a flashback to Cinder recruiting both Emerald (a thief with the ability to influence minds into hallucinations) and Mercury (who it turns out had an assassin father and prosthetic legs), with Roman being briefly heard before they go to see Adam about getting some men from the White Fang. He refuses, so they go and attack the Fall Maiden. Credit where its due, this probably was the best showing I’d seen and if not for the fact that she kicked up dust when she attacked, it would’ve ended a lot sooner. Anyway, she gets shot in the back, drained by some sort of bug Grimm linked to Cinder, and Qrow, once more, comes to the rescue by severing the link between her and Cinder, the latter of whom fled since she got most of what she wanted before going back to the White Fang and making her offer again… under threat of death.

In the aftermath of the last episode, we see that Yang’s attack and the resulting panic ended up luring in enough Grimm to start a mess of problems, it was a set-up by Cinder and Emerald, and Mercury is doing just fine. Bastards.

So, I liked the episode. I figured Mercury had some abuse issues by his comment with his dad before, but I didn’t know he killed him. I liked short-haired Cinder pulling that bow and sword accord act. The only thing I hate is that Yang and Ozpin’s reputations are going down the tube because of this, and hope that she kills Mercury and Emerald for it.


Jaune Arc Expelled: Settling Scores – Part 1 [A RWBY Fanfic]

Jaune Arc Expelled: Settling Scores – Part 1

(A RWBY Fanfic)

Outline: Asked to come in to speak with Ozpin by Professor Port, Jaune Arc returns to Beacon for a few hours in hopes of learning more about the Grimm that wiped out the group he traveled with and a shorter trip to Vale. A follow up to Jaune Arc Expelled: A Different Path.

(Part 1 -0o0- Start)

The Past

The desert sun of Vacuo baked the grains that shifted below Jaune’s feet as he walked, numerous small wounds leaking crimson blood over his breastplate and jacket. His jeans and sleeves were torn, stained red around the edges where the twisted metal had bit into the flesh as he dug through the wreckage of the Vanister in hopes of finding others who had survived its sinking. He had survived his fall at the expense of his Aura, leaving him without its protection as the sun mercilessly glared down—almost as if it was offended by his desperate effort to cling to life.

He carried on while carrying on his back his mentor, who stirred with a rasp. She had been the only one he could find who survived the fall. “Iria,” he said. “Are you awake?”

Jauney-boy?” she said. The blood in her eyes rendered her blind, sticking stray strands of her hair to her face like glue. “Y-You survived the fall?

“Yeah.” He adjusted his grip on her as he pressed forward. “Somehow, I made it.”

The… others…?” she asked in a haggard voice, raw from pain and dehydration. The question brought to mind the twisted wreckage that still smoldered in the distance, acrid smoke rising to the sky in columns that slowly vanished into the cloudless sky. He’d only found half the bodies, impaled or buried under the steel airship they had been aboard. He’d called that ship home for months now and, just like the comrades who he had trained and fought alongside, it was gone.

“No one else made it.” The words stung as they left his mouth. “It’s just the two of us, but I’ll get us somewhere safe so… so save your strength.”

Her bloodied arm, exposed with patches of raw and blacked flesh from the flames, wavered as she weakly held out an envelope and necklace. “Ge… get these to my sister. Ta…take my guns too, always said you needed a set, but kept putting it off.

“Stop,” he begged, shaking his head in denial. “Please stop talking like that.”

Y-You live, hear me?” she continued. “Y-you live and re-remember us. Rem…ember who we were. B-Be our legacy.

“We’re gonna make it!” His voice cracked as he kept pushing onwards, ignoring the sun above and the aches in his body. “Together. You’ll get to your sister alive.”

She chuckled. “You’re a good kid. Makes… make m-me wish… I had…

Jaune stopped walking as her voice trailed off. His lips trembled, fresh tears stinging his eyes as his breath caught in his throat. Her arm had gone limp, the letter and necklace falling to the sand, and her weight had shifted backwards, no longer supporting itself.

She was gone. They were all dead. Every one of them was dead.

Jaune fell to his knees and set her body down as gently as he could. His tears fell unbidden and were greedily drunken by the arid sand. He pounded his fist against it impotently, only able to wail in misery.

A dark chill ran up his spine as his anguish and despair served as a beacon, frost and rime seemed to eat at his soul as a slowly thickening brume of darkness overlapped the sand. He looked up and ahead, staring into the distance at the source. There, wreathed in the darkness like a cloak blanketing its form, was the Grimm that shifted within the nebulous darkness.

It did this.

Something in Jaune snapped upon seeing it and the tears stopped. He gave his fallen mentor a final glance as he put away the necklace and letter. He’d survive and get them to her sister, but first….

He drew Crocea Mors, letting the sun’s rays shine off the steel of the blade while the sheath remained at his side. A deep breath filled his lungs with the dry desert air, aggravating his body that ached from the pain of cuts and bruises from the fall. He exhaled with a thunderous scream and kicked off the sand.

He charged. He charged with his sword raised, screaming with his throat raw and dry. The cry itself was pure at its core, primal anger and sorrow forced out from the depths of his heart as he ran towards the figure wreathed in the darkness. Fear was forgotten, lost in the roiling sense of loss he felt, drowned by the need for justice—for vengeance!

The last thing he saw as he approached the Grimm shrouded by abysmal darkness was the blade-tipped tendril coming towards his face.

And his cry of anger and sorrow became one of pain and agony before darkness consumed him utterly.

(Jaune -0o0- Arc)

The Present

Jaune shot awake, lurching forward in his seat only for his forehead to smash into something equally hard and elicit a minor grunt of pain.

Oww…” Pyrrha leaned back, a hand held to her forehead and one eye closed as she rubbed the sore point.

Jaune quickly apologized. “Sorry, I—”

“Its fine,” she said, sitting back in her seat next to him.

“Was it another bad dream?” Noyuu asked from the seat opposite him, next to their bags.

“Just remembering something from the past,” he said. No matter how much he wished it was a dream, it was a memory. It was something that happened, a regret he looked back on bitterly. “I’m fine now.”

A lie, but not one they pressed him on when they were nearing Beacon. He looked out the window to see the Forever Fall Forest below, a perpetually red canopy that shifted with the winds as they passed overhead. Professor Port had told him that Ozpin wanted to talk to him, and the ride would make getting back to Vale faster with their supplies intact and guarantee their safety—no more ambushes.

He was still hesitant to go for a multitude of reasons. But Ozpin had tolerated his forged transcript and allowed him the chance to enter in the first place. It would’ve been rude to refuse.

Noyuu at least seemed captivated by the sight of the forest below. It was his first time seeing it. The faunus had been living around a desert town until he was made a slave when that group moved in to tap a dust mine there, just like Jaune had when they plucked him out of the desert. Things got worse before they got better after that, so anything that helped him get over it was good. Jaune wished the same could be said for himself, but the memories were just as everlasting as his scar.

“It was last year when we were last here, gathering Red Sap,” Pyrrha said, a note of nostalgia in her voice. It turned sullen as her eyes dropped. “Right before—”

“I had to leave,” he finished for her in a flat tone. “I stood up to Cardin and he took the information to Miss Goodwitch, the one person he knew would see that the rules were followed. It’s old news now.”

“Even so, I should have known that he had been blackmailing you,” she said. “I was careless on the rooftop and he overheard us. I never expected he would have gone to her even after you helped him with that Ursa.”

“You saw that?” She nodded, but didn’t say anything more. “It doesn’t matter now.”

He took a moment to change the topic. Cardin was the last person he wanted to think on right now. “So, what’s new with your team—besides the new guy?”

“Nora and Ren are dating now.”

Jaune blinked in surprise. “They weren’t before?”

“It took her a while to just admit to him. Then it was a little awkward when she tried to mimic other couples instead of being herself…” She looked over her shoulder to the couple in question, Nora keeping her voice low but moving excitedly while Ren smiled. When he said something in response, she blushed and then slapped him on the shoulder.

“Looks like it still worked out though. Good for them.” Jaune put on a small smile at the sight. Then his eyes wandered to Aladdin, quietly fixated on a Scroll with headphones attached. “What about you?”

Pyrrha followed his line of sight and then shook her head and hands. “No! I’m not seeing anyone, especially not Aladdin—our relationship is purely professional and he’s involved with someone else… what about you?”

“Not a lot of time for dating when I was with the group.” Or afterwards. Between being put to work in the mines, then running from the White Fang, and then everything else, romance and relationships were put as far down on his list of priorities as possible. “I was one of the younger members and most of my time was eaten up by Iria, our leader. She was constantly trying to make sure I was up to snuff and didn’t slow the others down—running around the deck of the airship, pull-ups using pipes, practice with wooden sticks before moving onto actual swords… I’m surprised the bruises healed, actually.”

He could suddenly feel the weight of the pendant necklace in his pocket. He withdrew it and held it tenderly in his palm, showing the chipped and worn exterior. It had been through a lot, some of the nicks were there before it came into his possession.

“She died on my back,” he continued with his tone measured, hiding the deeper feelings of cold hatred and sorrow. “I promised I would get this to her sister in Vale. That promise held me up for a while now, and gave me strength when I needed it, along with the memories of our time in Beacon.”

Pyrrha carefully placed her hand over his palm and the pendant, meshing the warmth of her body against the cold surface. Her other hand supported his from below and she smiled gently at him. “I’m sure that she’d be happy that you made it this far. I certainly feel that way after going so long without knowing where you were.”

His eyes rose from her slender hands to her emerald eyes, framed by the soft and inviting curves of her brows. The soft scent coming gently clinging to her slipped down his throat with every breath he took. His head drifted closer, allured at her gaze but cautious still. When she made no effort to withdraw, he leaned forward a little more and closed his eyes—

The darkness eclipsed the sky, spearing down and through the Dust-Mage he was supposed to protect with spear-tipped tendrils. Theia looked into his eyes in confusion, fear fogging her pupils before death claimed her. The glass dome shattered as she closed them and fell onto the cold, metal hull of the airship, and Iria screamed for her best-friend to respond over the ear-piece.

—he pulled back, turned his head downwards, and removed his hand from her grasp. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I… just can’t.”

“No, I get it.” She turned away, a minor crimson hue on her cheeks as she stared down at her lap. Her brows fell slightly in what could have been disappointment or shame, either one.

Silence hung between them for the rest of the trip to Beacon.

(Pyrrha -0o0- Nikos)

With Pyrrha

Escorting Jaune and his friend into the Clock Tower while the others parted ways to deal with their reports, Pyrrha couldn’t look her former teammate in the eyes after what almost transpired on the airship. She couldn’t put it into words what she was thinking at the moment. It was just that, when she was around him, she felt like she could drop her guard and be her.

Maybe that was why she was disappointed when he pulled back. Not that she didn’t understand why he did it—he had clearly lost people who he had gotten attached to, a pain that wouldn’t go away as the one who survived when the others didn’t. It was like he was standing on a mountain of corpses that he recognized, only able to look down and see how high they stacked to keep him propped up.

Pyrrha was blessed with fortune and talent, refined by training and tempered over time. But it put her on a pedestal of a different sort for so long that she was often alone, made worse that she was now their team leader and thus in a position to command her teammates, naturally putting her a level above them in terms of the chain of command and responsibility. Jaune had handled it well somehow, despite his lack of knowledge or training, but it only served to prop her up further on the pedestal.

She struggled to connect with people as she did with Jaune from the moment they first met, something that she desperately missed. And, even though she was truly happy for her other teammates, there were moments when she admitted to herself that she was a bit jealous of what Ren and Nora had. The dance in the second semester had certainly been a depressing event on her end, though she hid it well.

Jaune and his companion had different expressions as they entered the building. Jaune had a soft, nostalgic look in his eyes, no doubt remembering when he was there. Noyuu seemed amazed at the decorum and architecture. Then again, it was kind of grand if you weren’t used to it.

“Look who it is?” said a grating voice that immediately shifted the atmosphere. It was Cardin Winchester, strolling in from one of the corridors with his team in tow. His lips were turned up in a smirk as he came to a stop in front of Jaune. “You look like you’re doing well, Jauney-boy.”

Pyrrha frowned. Of course he would show up now. Apparently having his legs broken and taking a beating during the sparring rounds wasn’t enough to stop him from showing up when Jaune did.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Jaune said with an undercurrent of barely bridled rage just beneath the plain tone he spoke in. “And I don’t ever want to hear you call me that again. Use my proper name or not at all.”

“Well, excuse me for being friendly to a pal I haven’t seen in a long time,” he said, not hiding the sarcasm in his tone at all. He pointed to Jaune’s scar. “I like that look you’ve got going on there.”

“Look, he brought his pet mouse with him too.” Russell reached out to grab Noyuu’s ears. “I wonder if—”

Jaune stuck his dominant hand out, with a finger chambered by his thumb, and flicked Russell on the forehead. Pyrrha assumed he layered his Semblance onto it, because there was a flash on contact. Russell’s head was knocked back, his body following it on an unexpected trip to the marble floor.

Cardin and the rest looked stunned at the act, but their leader quickly regained his composure and cracked his fists. “So you think you’re tough enough to go around picking fights just because you got a scar on your face?”

“It’s called self-defense.” Jaune told him, tilting his head slightly as his eyes met Cardin’s… no. They were going past him, to the Glynda Goodwitch walking up right behind him. “We aren’t here as students, but as guests on the Headmaster’s request. Harassing a guest speaks poorly of his self-control. Don’t you agree?”

“I most certainly do.” Cardin stiffened as he heard her voice. “Though retaliating in such a manner speaks ill of yours to a degree as well.”

“Given how the last time we met it wasn’t on the best of terms, I did my best to keep calm,” Jaune said unflinchingly. “However, I’ve lost too many comrades to let one of them being harassed for their race in front of me slide by. I used minimal force.”

“Next time, find a member of the staff and report it instead.” She turned to Cardin and his team. “Your conduct here has been noted and your punishment will be determined later. For now, I would suggest if you do not have business here you go elsewhere.”

Cardin glared at Jaune. The look Jaune gave him in return sent a chill up Pyrrha’s spine, and she felt as though something passed between them. Fortunately, Cardin and his team left the way they came.

Then Glynda turned to Noyuu. “I’ll be escorting Mister Arc alone from this point,” she said. “You may wait for him here, or in the cafeteria. I would recommend taking the opportunity to sample some of Beacon’s fine dining.”

“Oh, thank you.” He gave a small bow of his head as Jaune boarded the elevator with the teacher and waved before the doors closed.

“I’ll accompany you,” Pyrrha told him. Perhaps that way she could ask him more about that look Jaune gave Cardin near the end. It… didn’t seem like him.

(Jaune-0o0- Arc)

With Jaune

“Cardin still hasn’t change from the look of it,” Jaune said as the elevator lurched upwards. “I get it, you need everyone possible to fight the Grimm, but I’ve seen how people who act like him become when they get into a position of power outside of the Kingdoms. If you don’t rein him in, he’ll meet a very ugly and well-deserved end.”

“He will be reprimanded for his actions today,” she said in a disciplinarian tone. “We can only disciple him for the actions that we monitor and have conclusive evidence towards. It is up to him to change his behavior in private.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Riding in the elevator felt strangely nostalgic, though he couldn’t be certain if that wasn’t an omen instead. He stared up at the light on the ceiling of the elevator car, thinking back on that time. “You weren’t wrong when you said that I wasn’t ready back then. If you hadn’t, who knows how things would have turned out?”

“And yet you chose to become a mercenary without the necessary training.” Her hair swayed softly as she shook her head slightly. “I can’t say that you are fully-qualified now.”

“One path was closed to me, so I took another to get the training I needed to return.” His shoulders rose and fell casually. “I’m alive at least, and I did help people.”

“Regardless, it is… a welcomed sight to see a former student alive and well,” she settled on as the elevator came to a stop. “Many aren’t so fortunate.”

The doors to the elevator opened. Jaune stepped out to see that Ozpin was at his desk, gesturing for him to come forward. He did so and, to his surprise, Glynda took the elevator down, leaving them alone.

“It is good to see you again, young man,” the Headmaster began as he sat down. “I had hoped you would have returned for the Entrance Exams and was disheartened upon not seeing you. And then I received a call from your mother.”

Jaune winced. When the ship went down and all of them were listed as KIA, their final pay must’ve been sent to those listed on their registration information. That meant his mother and sisters received a notice of his death and the money that had been earned for the Vacuo assignment, revealing all the lies he had told then.

“How mad was she?” he asked.

“Very,” Ozpin said in a dull tone, using a stirrer to slowly swirl the contents of his cup. “It was through her that I learned of your presumed death.”

He was not looking forward to that discussion, but he owed it to them to tell them that he was safe now that they were in Vale, and not being chased anymore. He’d probably leave out the brief slavery stint and spending the last few months on the run. “I had every intention of coming back, but there were complications—”

The Nevermore circled around, only for a streaking shadow to appear from underneath while their eyes were focused on it. Krist pushed Theia aside and ended up caught in the Grimm’s talons as they clamped shut. Jaune’s blade came around to cut it down, but it beat its wings and twisted body to dodge while flinging him far over the ledge of the ship. A ball of searing flames struck the Grimm in retaliation and immolated it, but the damage was done.

Jaune spared a moment to stare at where the man had fallen. He wouldn’t survive the fall, not with how much of a beating his Aura had taken in the continuous fighting. They’d lost another one, a jovial and lighthearted man who never stopped talking about his family and newborn son.

“—of various kinds.” He took a moment to breathe and then nodded. “I couldn’t go home and let my family know that I forged my transcripts to get into the school only to be kicked out. So I figured I would train to pass the entrance exam and saw that they were recruiting. I got in and stuck around for half-a-year until the airship we were on was attacked.”

“The Vanister was the name of the ship, correct?” The Headmaster brought up a menu on his Scroll and then searched through files to bring up a holographic display of it. The Vanister was an Atlas-made military model, rendered obsolete by a generation or so and bought by the company the group was a part of. “Used by the Fifth Division of the Iridescent Sabers, a group that specializes in Grimm Extermination—”

“Led by Iria Dores.” Jaune finished for him. “That’s that ship I served on before it was attacked half-a-year ago, over a desert in Vacuo.”

Ozpin took a sip of the fine coffee he had and then set it down. “The Kingdom of Vacuo received a distress message from there, and shortly after experienced a surge of Grimm attacks roughly six months ago. Forgive me ahead of time, but I need you to listen and confirm what you are about to hear.”

Ozpin pressed the button. The audio file played and—

Gun, cannon, and dust-fire thundered in the sky. The air was filled with various elements and ammunition as the group let loose every ranged option available. Flaring stars that shot forward like comets blossomed into explosions of fire and smoke on impact. Coruscating tails of icicles spread like an infection and covered Grimm in a thick layer of hoarfrost, invading their bodies from the inside out and dropped them like stones from the sky. Crackling and streaking bolts of lightning speared through entire hoards and then spread out to catch nearby Grimm in an electric web until they burst from the inside out.

Many Grimm died. More took their place, even as turret-and-cannon fire further thinned their ranks. Nevermores and other assorted aerial Grimm were closing in, led by a truck-sized Stormraven.

—Jaune shook his head, trying to not to recall the call for help as he listed the recording. But the desperation in the voice of the operator as—

A formation of elder Grimm closing in as the cannons and turrets tried to blast them out of the sky. Younger Grimm became shields for them and soaked the damage as they closed in. Everyone was put on defense as they performed a strafing run with their various abilities. Blinding and searing streams of flames, spear-like feathers that could pierce steel, and forked tongues of lightning, all rained down upon the surface of the airship.

Jaune was nearly blinded as a dense, diamond-like dome encompassed him and several others courtesy of Theia. The entire ship shook as something exploded and the bulwark cracked as the sharp plume of the Elder Nevermore penetrated it to the extent they stopped just short of their heads and raised shields.

—he could recall the entire ship shaking from the attack and screams being cut short by those who couldn’t mount a defense in time. Tears stung his eyes as—

Jaune rose to his feet, coughing as the heated air choked his noise with smoke, ozone, and the scent of burning bodies. His sword nearly slipped from his grasp in horror as he looked at the unfolding Hell of bodies that had been split in half and impaled upon the deck by the spear-like feathers or charred until they were blackened and twisted replicas of people. He could barely make out Blair’s body and the slag that her weapon had become once her Aura had been overwhelmed and no longer reinforced it.

—he couldn’t listen anymore. “Enough!” Jaune demand with his voice haggard and rough, strained. He covered his ears. “I’ve heard enough. Turn it off. Turn it off now!”

Ozpin did so. “My apologies, but I had to make certain that was the ship you were aboard and that you can confirm what occurred there. The information we are about to discuss is of the utmost secrecy and not a pleasant topic.”

“I was there, okay?” He struggled not to throw himself out of the chair and throttle the man for making him relive that battle. “Stormravens, Nevermore, Whirlcrows, Blightareials, Duskwyrm—hundreds, if not thousands of flying Grimm were there. We tried to get away, but a number of them broke off and came after us. We fought back, used everything to survive, and just when we thought we had taken care of them, when so few of us were left, it appeared.”

“A Grimm that was draped in darkness?” Ozpin offered. “Wreathed in it like a veil of night that chills you to the bone, and blades tipped on its ends that can pierce armor and Aura alike. It shifts forms within the shroud, sometimes that of a beast and other times that of what appears to be a man, but otherwise its form is obscured.”

“That’s it.” Jaune’s heart sped up at the first lead he had towards it, after going months without any sort of clue. “I searched every catalog of Grimm I could get my hands on during my journey here, but there was nothing like it there.”

“I’ve seen it once,” he said. “You will not find it in the catalog because it is registered as classified information and a mere tale of fantasy to those who have not been in its presence and survived. Part of the reason I am telling you this is so that you understand the consequences of divulging this information. It cannot be made public that something we aren’t capable of killing can exist or it would lead to fear—and that fear would attract more Grimm.”

“What was it?”

“A Progenitor,” the Headmaster said, rising to his feet and walking over to the window. One hand rested on his cane, while the other held his cup. “A Primordial Grimm, among the first in existence that served as the bane of mankind by spawning the soulless monsters that we face even today. Most Huntsmen and Huntresses never encounter them, and those that do usually don’t survive. While my team was fortunate at the time to make it out alive during one such encounter, it was not without its cost for the others with us.”

“How do I find it?” Jaune asked next.

“So far we haven’t been able to track the movements of such Grimm. At best we have a hypothesis that whenever an area outside of the Kingdoms looks to be on the verge of being reclaimed by humanity after a number of their kind is killed, they appear briefly to spawn more. The fact that the group you were a part of ran into it could simply be considered bad luck.”

Bad luck?” He couldn’t keep the heat out of his voice. “That thing sent Grimm after us by the hundreds over a desert! Nothing we did could hurt it! Our Auras were paper-thin to it! Everyone I had fought alongside died—and you call that mere bad luck!?”

Ozpin, for his part, remained passive. “Luck often plays as much a part in victory or defeat as skill. For example, your survival at the Entrance Exam and having your Aura unlocked by Miss Nikos could be considered as such… as is the fact that you are still alive in the wake of what transpired when no one else survived.”

Jaune clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “They had dreams, goals, family—and they died so suddenly, far away from everything they cared about. Being the only one that lived just to watch them die can’t be considered good luck.”

“It is the reality of the world we live in,” the Headmaster bluntly said. “The world itself is cruel and merciless. Otherwise, things like the Grimm would not exist. We endure and survive. That is all.”

Jaune trembled, negative emotions stirring within him. “I can’t accept that. I’ll hunt it down, no matter how long it takes.”

“I implore you, Mister Arc,” he said. “Do not let the need for vengeance consume you like so many others I’ve seen in my lifetime. Vengeance against the Grimm is pointless by itself, but against this one it is ultimately an act of self-destruction. Just having an obsession towards it could cost of you everything.”

“It already cost me everything,” Jaune said. “You said your team managed to get out alive, but would you have been able to let it go if they hadn’t?”

“Yes,” he said bluntly. No hesitation in his words. “Because, I know that it is a meaningless way to die. Instead, I came into a position at an institution of learning where I could guide others so that they would hopefully make fewer mistakes and survive where many of my peers didn’t to lesser threats, let alone this one. I believe firmly that one day we will find a way to deal with the Progenitors, but we must survive to that point.”

“… If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way then.” Jaune rose from his seat. “Thank you for your time, Headmaster.”

“The next airship to Vale will be here in an hour. They’ll take you into the city, if that is what you wish.” Ozpin said. “Just keep in mind, Mister Arc, you haven’t lost everything. Not yet.”

Jaune paused at that, standing before the elevator as the doors opened—

Explosions from the engines made the entire ship violently shake as it lost altitude, and the world seem to slow as one in particular jostled Jaune from the top of the bridge and over the side. His body twisted as he reached for the rail, only for his grip to slip from the sweat and he spiraled out of control, slamming his head against the metallic surface with a loud thud.

His consciousness grim dim and he thought he heard someone screaming his name as the blaring sirens of the Vanister grew distant. Then even that scream was drowned out by the thunderous sound of a final explosion that blew away his lingering thoughts and awareness.

—he shook his head slowly and then boarded the elevator. Once the doors shut behind him and it began its descent, he slammed his fist against the side. His mood only continued to worsen as the ride down came to an end and he found Cardin at the exit with his team.

In his hand was Noyuu’s robe.

Jaune’s fist clenched, unaware of the nearly imperceptible and ethereal shadows that clung to it as his scar ached.

(Part 1 -0o0- End)

End Note: This is basically a ‘What-If’ scenario that I came up with because things weren’t really settled between Jaune and Cardin, and people wanted to know more about what happened. I had the idea nagging at me for almost half-a-year now, but I was too busy so putting it into words wasn’t so easy. In the end though, I had to split it up to get the Xmas release ready, so this is Part 1 with Part 2 about a fourth of the way done.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 5 and 6

Okay, running late for this week so I thought I’d cover last week’s episode on top of this one.

Season 3, Episode 5 – Never Miss A Beat

This episode starts with Penny and her teammate (who honestly doesn’t have much of a personality beyond being a strictler for rules) stomping two minor members of Cardin’s team before Penny tells Ruby she wants to go to Beacon, which Ruby notes isn’t liekly with the leash Ironwood has on her. Then Weiss and Yang go against a pair from Atlas, one of whom has a minor grudge against Weiss for her father’s actions, and the others who is a basically a troll. The two work together to harass the pair until they split Yang and Weiss apart, with Neon Katt being too quick for Yang to land a decent blow and the Jazz magician using a sentienal approach to handle Weiss. Ultimately, Weiss has to throw both herself and the Jazz dude into a Lava Plume to weaken him enough for Yang to take him and then Neon out. As the Episode ends, Cinder gets her hands on Penny’s schematics and possibly control over her, while Ozpin has called Pyrrha up to his office to be the next guardian.

So this episode was… mostly set up for the next. The fight was subpar, but I did like the music. The real meat comes at the end, where we see two different plots unfolding, which I will go into next.


Season 3, Episode 6 – Fall

The episode starts with Pyrrha being called to Ozpin’s office. To summarize the entire thing, there are four women who have so much power they embody the seasons and the current Fall Maiden, Amber, was attacked by Cinder and had half her power stolen. Pyrrha is who they want to replace her before she dies, but to do so they’ll have to literally shove her Aura and Semblance into the younger woman, which they admit they don’t know what will happen to her.

Then we get to the first round of the finals and have Mercury vs Yang like the openings have been promising forever. These two go at it hard right until Yang goes Super Saiyan on his ass. Unfortunately, after she stomps him, Mercury cheats like a little bitch and makes it seem like Yang broke his leg unprovoked with either Neo or Emerald’s help and get her arrested.

I liked the exposition in the chapter and foreshadowing, but screw you Cinder and Mercury. She earned that win and you took it away… and if all it takes is a little panic like that to incite the Grimm, it’s a miracle these kingdoms hadn’t been overrun by now.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 2

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The Match starts and once again we see that Pyrrha is in top form as she manages to fend off her attacker while the rest don’t fair as well with a sniper in the trees. Ren gets shocked by a cattle prod (which is easily the most surprising weapon in the series from being so bland, if practical) and when the guy tries to do the same to Nora he learns that her Semblance lets her absorb and use electricity so he was screwed.

Jaune then sent her to the mountain to do a Thor impression while Ren distracted the Sniper and Pyrrha blocked a shot meant for her before she pretty much destroyed the section of the forest the sniper was in and then came down to knock the rest back. Unfortunately, because they didn’t agree on a team attack name they get bogged down by the conversation until Jaune just has Nora hit them with her hammer and wreck all of them at once.

We then cut to Qrow getting sloshed and jaded before we get an all-girl team against Sun’s all-guy team. Neptune’s flirting gets Weiss angry and then he retreats to the enemy side because he’s afraid of the water. The fight starts and one of their teammates gets immediately thrown out of the ring by a tornado before Sun puts that bow staff to good use and take one of team Indigo down.

Then the pirate-looking dude not only swashbuckles on top of a mast but has a hookshot in his gun that he uses to rope the girl he knocked down and use her as a counterbalance. Then he gets hit in the nuts and goes down, so Sun tells Neptune to stop being useless. Neptune electrocutes the water they were standing in and Qrow leaves as someone important to Weiss arrives, probably her sister.

So, Team JNPR has improved but they’ve still got kinks they’re working  out, Pyrrha is still MVP, and Nora is the Mighty Thor. Team SSSN is basically all fun and huge dorks, though the fact that someone named Neptune is afraid of the water is just hilarious and sad at the same time.


RWBY Season 3 – Episode 1

Even with Monty Oum’s tragic passing, the folks at Rooster Teeth were still able to continue the RWBY series thanks to the notes he left behind. Once more, I’ll do simple a simple summary on the show and give you my opinion on it, but I recommend you go watch it on their website.

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To begin, the video opens with Ruby at her mother’s grave and telling her about all the adventures she’s gone through at Beacon to this point before returning in time for her team’s match. Needless to say, they win it and decide to get a meal to celebrate, only Weiss’ credit card was declined for some reason. Luckily Jaune’s team showed up and decided to eat with them, where we learn that Ren and Nora are apparently orphans and Jaune still has some self-esteem issues, but they wish them luck regardless.

Emerald’s team also passed their match, with Neo in disguise and curb-stomping some poor chump, and because of how the Tournament is structured Yang and Weiss will be heading to the next match instead of all four of them. With that information in mind, we come to a close as Team JNPR takes the stage for their next match.


RWBY Season II Episode 7

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A ninja in black…

The episode starts off at the party with Ozpin and the others, as well as Ironwood. Jaune and Ruby share a moment of being socially awkward until Ruby reveals Weiss is without a date and he tries to go ask her out, until he saw Pyrrha looking down and followed her to the balcony. Pyrrha couldn’t get a date, much to Jaune and my shock. She basically states she’s been placed on a pedestal so she’s seen as too unattainable and she wishes she came with a guy who was like him, who saw him for who he is.

Neptune comes out after she leaves and Jaune tears into him until he reveals he can’t dance. It does wonders for Jaune’s ego, but he ultimately tells Neptune to go tell Weiss if he really likes her. He sits by her and chat while Ruby and Yang watch as Jaune puts on a dress and dances with Pyhrra  and Nora takes Lie onto the floor and they do a really good dance routine.

Team CRME, on the other hand, watches from above. Ruby, however, goes off to the balcony and sees Cinder dressed like a ninja. She decks a guard and the straight-up kicks the rest of their asses like no-one’s business. Ruby calls for her locker rocket and gets Crescent Rose when she sees the the knocked out guard and the fighting starts util General Ironwood arrives and Cinder vanishes back into the party to dance with Mercury as the episode ends.


I was expecting something drastic with all the foreshadowing, but time will tell. 4 out of 5!


RWBY Season II Episode 6
Too much feels…

The episode has Ruby still in a slump over Blake not coming to the dance, but Yang assures her that she’ll be there. Sun and Neptune arrive then and ask about the dance, with Sun asking if Blake will be there. Dude has it bad for her. Yang, once again assures them that Blake will be there and proceeds to taunt her with a laser pointer in the library to get her attention.

We then go to a shirtless Lie Ren who gets dragged out by Jaune before he can get dressed. Jaune apparently really had it bad for Weiss, for some reason, and asks Lie for advice about girls since he’s apparently with Nora. The two deny it but, they’re not fooling anyone. Pyrrha arrives and tells him to tell her how he feels while being honest and he leaves to do so. You see, this is why Pyrrha can’t get him to notice she has feelings, she’s too nice to everyone. How’s he supposed to notice she like him? Nora agrees with me and tells her to practice what she preaches.

Meanwhile, with Yang and Blake, Yang tells Blake about how Ruby’s mother was killed and her father lost both her and Yang’s mother. Yang wanted to find her mother, who went missing, and then took Ruby with her to search for her. Note this was where Ruby was a toddler, so they were screwed if Qrow didn’t show up. Yang learned to take it slow after that, even though she still searches for her mother and tells Blake to slow down, not stop, and if she comes with her to the dance she’ll save her one.

Then we go to Jaune looking for Weiss, who is asking out Neptune out. You can see the exact moment his heart breaks in 10:02. He’ll get better I’m sure…

Anyway, night of the dance we have Ruby struggling to stand up in heels, Sun going with Blake, Blake dancing with Yang (yeah, Bumblebee-ship is going to go nuts), and Ozpin showing up to talk with Ruby about how moments like these are the memories you treasure. The video ends as Emerald and Mercury arrive.

Well, we learned more about Yang and Ruby so it answers much for me. Still can’t wait for next episode. 4 out of 5.


RWBY Season II Episode 5

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So much awesome…

After the week off for the Podcast, the main show returns and opens with the lovely Pyrrha Nikos in all her glory kicking the collective asses of Team CRDL. It was glorious, showing that Pyrrha is the stuff of legends and earned her last few tournament wins on sheer badassery. Don’t get me wrong, those guys showed they were rather decent at fighting too, but she completely wrecked them and Cardin got it worse than the rest with that finish.

Then Mercury decides to give it a go. He’s okay in that he managed to actually disarm her, but he quits after she starts getting into it and cites she’s a renown fighter, to her ire. Blake, on the other hand, has been neglecting sleep to in her hunt for everything going on and even reject Sun harshly for a date. The others want her to take a break, but she brushes them off.

Then we have Jaune, who tries asking Weiss out with a Serenade. It fails epically, considering that she has Neptune in mind. Then we skip to him sparring with Pyrrha. He still doesn’t know what his semblance is, but the bigger issue is that we see beneath the cracks in her armor in that her skill has isolated her and Jaune is a clueless moron and innocently insensitive.

As it ends we skip to Team CRME discussing her ability and she gets added to the list and that Cinder can apparently take her in a fight.


5 out of 5, and a perfect continuation of the last one!

Jaune Arc Expelled: A Different Path [RWBY One-Shot]

Jaune Arc Expelled Challenge: A Different Path

(A RWBY Fanfic)

Outline: Cardin Winchester took his information to Glynda Goodwitch, leading to Jaune being forced to leave Beacon after the events at Forever Fall. But just because that avenue was closed to him, it didn’t mean he couldn’t find another way. When he and his former friends meet again, Pyrrha see he’s a changed man. [One-Shot].

In Ozpin’s Office

“You had much potential here in Beacon,” were the first words out of Headmaster Ozpin’s mouth as he stared out the window of his office, part of the grand clock that overlooked Beacon. The gears churning above and below gave a low and continuous groan as the cup of coffee he held by the handle slowly swirled its contents with a simple motion of his wrist. “I am truly sorry it came to this, Mister Arc.”

Jaune Arc sat on the other side of his desk, the blond hair that fell over his downturned face covering it in a shadow. The expression on his face was one that was crestfallen, his dreams dashed. How could he be a hero now that Cardin had exposed him to Glynda Goodwitch the moment they got back from the Forever Fall?

It had been a choice, he knew. Protect his team or betray them. He’d chosen the former with no regret, but….

“Your dismissal will be kept quiet, for the most part,” Ozpin continued. “Merely unforeseen circumstances have led to you being unable to continue your studies for the time being. That should avoid the news getting out through official sources and prevent anymore fallout than there already is.”

It couldn’t be helped. He forged transcripts. It was unacceptable to the other students who entered after years of training, a level of dishonesty unbefitting of a Hunter and illegal. Professor Goodwitch had made that clear: No matter how good his intentions were it wasn’t proper.

“What will happen to my—” he cut himself off abruptly. He never once led them properly since they were formed. They had never been his team in reality, never the team of a liar and failure. “What will happen to the other members of the team?”

Ozpin took a sip of his coffee. The taste was unusually bitter with the flavoring of the atmosphere. “There are other future Huntresses and Huntsmen who are lacking partners. Some had lost their teammates to unfortunate circumstances, while others weren’t placed due to an irregular number of candidates. It would be for the best if one of the latter joined a team that has already formed, under the leadership of Miss Nikos.”

“I see.” It was for the best. Pyrrha was the most talented and skilled. She would lead them right.

“There’s nothing barring you from returning next year,” Ozpin told him. His cane clacked against the floor as he walked towards the disheartened former student. “So long as you qualify during the entrance exam, we will have no problem with welcoming you back.”

“I’ll consider that then,” Jaune said. “I’m still thankful for everything I’ve learned while here for such a short time.”

Ozpin nodded to the woman loitering in the distance, her expression stern. Glynda approached them as Ozpin set a hand on Jaune’s shoulder. “Then, this is goodbye for now, Jaune Arc.”

Jaune stood and followed Glynda to the elevator, catching a final glimpse of the Headmaster before the doors closed. The lift lurched to life and descended. Silence hung between the two for a brief moment.

Then the witch spoke. “This is for the best, young man. You aren’t ready for this level of combat. It has been a miracle that you’ve lasted this long without a serious injury.”

He didn’t argue with her. There was no denying that the truth was she was right. He’d only made it this far because of the people who had been at his back. It wasn’t fair that they couldn’t count on him to do the same.

Glynda took his silence as a sign to continue. “While you will make a wonderful addition to the Hunters one day, I’m afraid that isn’t now.”

“I understand,” was all he said as the lift stopped and the door opened.

“The airship will be departing in thirty-minutes,” she told him. “It will escort you to Vale. Please be aboard it or there will be ramification.”

“I will.” He took three steps off the elevator and into the corridor before turning back to the huntress and asking, “Will Cardin get away with everything he’s done?”

“Absolutely not,” she stated. “His actions will see him into an appropriate punishment by my hands. I assure you, he will not go unpunished, nor will his team.”

It was all he could ask for. He made his way down the corridor and then out of the building. In the courtyard, by the statue that stood at the center and would lead to the main avenue and landing platforms, he saw a student wearing their formal clothes and waiting for him. Her gaze was cast towards the cobblestone, arms around her waist.

Pyrrha,” Jaune muttered with his throat dry. She was one of the last people he wanted to see at the moment. After the last time they had talked, he had said a lot of things that he wasn’t proud of. She’d offered to help him and he’d taken that offer and cast it aside rather than suffer the blow to his ego that came of it. He looked around to see if there was another path to take, maybe if he circled around the courtyard and behind the pillars…

“Jaune,” she called out, her face still out of his view. “Can we talk?”

There was no running away now that she had spotted him. He sighed and then tried to put a smile on his face, for her sake. Waving his hand as he approached, he tried to slip back into the role of the loveable idiot one last time. “Hey, Pyrrha. How’s it going tonight?”

Her emerald eyes rose to meet his blue ones. There were a number of things that were nestled within them, emotions that she tried to tamper down on: Guilt, Sorrow, Anger, and Regret. “You’re leaving.”

“Well, you know I didn’t get here on my own merits,” he said, making a gesture with his hands that said it was no big thing. “It was only a matter of time.”

She shook her head. “If I hadn’t taken you to the roof where Cardin’s room was—”

“It would have come out anyway,” he said, brushing her arguments aside. “Besides, maybe it’s good that I’m leaving now, y’know. One day it could have cost us our lives, and it would have all because of my… my pride.”

The last words were choked out. His pride ended up being his downfall, hubris reaping its toll. What right did he have to be proud when he had cheated his way in rather than taking the effort to rise to the same level they did, through years of hard work? He really had no right to even be there or had met people like her.

Clearing his throat, he looked away from her. “If that had happened then I would have never forgiven myself…. No, even if it was because Cardin was a jerk, this way was at least less harmful. Besides, what’s done is done and there’s no changing that.”

She didn’t find it in her to argue. There was no changing the Headmaster’s mind. “Then, we’ll have to say goodbye here?”

“I might be back next year if I can pass the entrance exam properly.” He rubbed the back of his head. “And it’s not like we can’t still talk, or send letters, or messages, or something like that. It depends on where I go from here.”

From there the night air whistled as it passed between them, cutting the silence in two. The short locks of his hair rustled, while her long flame-colored ponytail was caught in its fickle sway.

“I’d better get going,” he finally brought himself to say, stepping around her. The longer he dragged this out, the more painful it would be.

She reached out to grab his hand a final time, only to falter at the last minute. Instead she held it her chest and looked aside. “For what it’s worth, Jaune, you were a fine partner.”

“And you were the best,” he replied in kind, glancing over his shoulder a final time to burn into his mind the future huntress. “Tell the rest of the team that I’ll miss them. And do the same to Ruby, Weiss, and the others.”

He left down the path and boarded the small airship that was waiting, the metal lurching as the dust-powered lift-off began. Everything he’d brought with him had been packed onto the plane, not that it was much to begin with. The things that Beacon itself supplied were taken back, including the custom Scroll.

As he watched Beacon grow small in the distance, he could only think to himself that even if by some miracle he managed to pass the entrance exam the next year, it wouldn’t be the same as it was before. Even though the time since they had become a team was short, he’d felt closer to them than he would have thought possible. By next year there was a chance they’d never remembered he’d existed as anything but a clumsy fake… then again, that was to say if he could pass the exam in the first place.

The years of schooling needed to be able to match people like Ruby or even Cardin weren’t something he could invest in. If he could then he would have done so in the beginning. It was most likely a hope spot offered by Ozpin to make him not feel so bad about being a failure.

Realistically speaking, going to Beacon and becoming a Huntsman, his original path to being a hero, weren’t on the table for him as it was. But he couldn’t go home and face his family after this. Not after he vowed on his soul that he would become a hero.

If one avenue was closed to him, he would find another…

One Year Later

The airship housing the second-year class members of Beacon had touched down on the small town bordering the Jawenn Wilds. Pyrrha was amongst the first off the ship, her team falling behind her. Team PNRA (Pandorea) was still an intact and efficient unit.

Nora was still excitable and energetic, although Pyrrha suspected she was having some conflicting turmoil with her feelings regarding Lie Ren. Speaking of the intellectual of their group, they had been trying to do something about his stamina and endurance but only time will tell if that panned out. And their newest member, Aladdin, proved himself to be a suitable and capable partner.

While he wasn’t the same as Jaune, that was to be expected and compensated for. The team didn’t treat him as they would Jaune and accepted him for who he was… well, Nora did for a time but grew out of it. But the question of what could have been occasionally tip-toed on the edge of all of their minds, more than a little guilt and concern about his dismissal and subsequent disappearance for Pyrrha in specific.

Maybe that was why she didn’t exactly chastise Nora when she ‘accidentally’ broke Cardin’s legs. After all, while they all received consecutive detentions, it was never proven intentional.
Regardless, she didn’t let her emotions become influenced by those thoughts while in the middle of their training. For Hunters, in the battles against the Grimm and other forces that threatened the peace, causalities were to be expected and occurred even in Beacon and Vale. While they were fortunate enough not to have suffered any losses after last year’s Vytal Festival, there had been a number of them. It was a harsh reality of their lifestyles and careers.

So she put it away and merely hoped for the best as she armed herself for the training exercise, where they would survive in relatively hostile wilderness for a few days as part of survival training…

At least that had been the plan, until the initial training exercise had been postponed by Professor Port.

Apparently, rather than just the usual Treehopper, Beowolves, and Ursa variety of Grimm in the woods, a Timber Wyrm that was passing through had taken up residence shortly before they arrived. The professor wanted to wait until it had passed through to continue, as the training exercise was supposed to be a three-day one and at this time of the season it would be getting ready to advance south. There was no need to risk their lives when the fight could be avoided without anyone being harmed.

But complications abounded when children had gone missing in the forest and the locals had asked for help. As they weren’t full-fledged Hunters, a Timber Wyrm was the equivalent to the Death Stalker and Nevermore, and the terrain was laden with hostiles and ran the risk of starting a forest fire, Professor Port made it clear that it was an unfavorable fight. Then he announced he was going and asked for volunteers since, as future Hunters were there for the good of the people at the risk of their own lives, there would be many such encounters throughout their lives.

Now her team and few others were inside of woods with orders to find the children, only confronting the creatures of Grimm if the fighting could not be avoided. They synchronized their Scrolls for constant communication and spread out, with orders to notify the rest when the children had been found dead or alive. They could ping the signals from there and track them across the map.

Team RWBY’s leader called in first, right after a shrill and hoarse roar that rang throughout the forest and was followed by gunfire and explosions.

We’ve got the kids in custody,” Ruby started out. “The good news: They’re safe and mostly unharmed, they just came across the Grimm while it was sleeping and one of them sprained their ankle over a root and the other couldn’t carry them both—

Ruby was briefly cut off by the clicking of mandibles and then an explosion as it caught what sounded like a mouthful of Ember Celica’s explosive rounds. “The bad news: It just so happened to have woken up by the time we got there and stirred a nest of Treehoppers. We’re managing a fighting retreat while they hold the wyrm off, but there’s so many that we won’t be able to get back to help them in time!

No other Scrolls are registered in the immediate vicinity are near your coordinates,” Port spoke over the line. “The closest are those of Team PNRA to assist. Who exactly is it that’s fighting it then?

Uh, it’s a funny story really. I mean, really what are the odds of— ” A scream came from a young girl close to the Scroll, followed by the sound of ice parting the air and leaving an exoskeleton run through with a nasty splash of ichor. “Agh, let me just put it on the screen! How do I do the remote viewing… here we go!

The screen transitioned from the audio and map to a video on the top of the screen, with the map being pushed off to the right and the details and markers made smaller. In the video they saw a clearing that was on fire in the distance, slowly being closed upon and clarity increasing as three figures came into view.

The flames that shrouded the clearing resembled a pond of fire that was slowly spreading, spilling out in all directions and would eat into the forest to create a bigger blaze. Standing amongst those flames that danced over the surface of the grass were two people and the massive creature of Grimm.

Pyrrha almost stopped her sprinting towards them in shock when she saw the first figure, the video capturing those same blue eyes she recognized instantly at a side angle. His blonde hair was longer than she remembered, but it had been a year. He also had a pair of firearms affixed to his lower legs by holsters, as well as a cloak that had seen some use. But, even if those allowed her fleeting thoughts of the young man being someone else, she couldn’t think of anyone else who was wielding that all-too familiar shield and sword: Crocea Mors.

Then there was the pure white, untainted outline that surrounded him, the aura shrouding the beige cloak that was being hefted by the hot air, rebuking the flames that tried to lap at his flesh and devour him as eagerly as they were doing the clearing. While his aura could shield him from the heat, the flames would be a constant drain as long as he stayed within them.

Is that…” Lie Ran started, only for Nora to blurt it out.

“It’s Jaune!” she exclaimed, leaning over Lie’s shoulder to watch the video.

Aladdin raised an eyebrow at the news, the large curved sword in his hand still held upright as he cut through the brush. “The former teammate who left?”

Nora nodded. There was a grin on her face as she poked at the corner of the screen. “Oooh, and he’s brought a friend to help slay the dragon!”

The view expanded to reveal another figure wearing a similar cloak, a blonde-hair Faunus that had ears that looked to be that of a ferret’s. He had some type of gauntlet-device, sleeker than the ones that Xiao Long used with a carousel filled with different colors of dust. With it, however, he cast a violet-blue bolt into the sky and it ruptured into a glyph.

The moisture in the air was drawn in by it, a dark cloud enveloping the glyph completely. It brought rain with a gesture of his fingers. Heavy drops of water came down to smother the flames, drowning the hungry tongues and quenching the parched earth.

The rain caused the third figure to move. Obsidian scales that ran uniformly along its body seemed to bulge as the clawed toes of its hind legs dug into the hearted earth. They sprung forward and upturned the soil and grass they held, the pinions on its back flexing as it lurched for the Faunus. The light gleaming off of the jagged claws of its left arm made it seem like the blade of the Grim Reaper as it sought the neck, carrying enough force to take everything below it off in a single swipe and spray it over the landscape.

Jaune intercepted. Taking to the front of the Dust-Mage, the Knight stood with his left leg forward in a solid stance, his shield angled to parry as his aura contorted to the front to reinforce both him and the white heater shield with golden trims. The jagged claws came down to rend the metal only to be rebuked by it and the Knight brought his longsword around to carve a bloody furrow through the scaled-palm between the claws, the blade biting into it with a faint tail of light following.

The blood that clung to the blade was then smeared across the shield rather than flicked onto the grass, across the emblem emblazed on the front. It served as a constant reminder to the wyrm that he had been the one who drew first blood, a puny man with only a blade and shield to oppose it for all its size. He was literally painting himself as a target.

The Grimm snarled in pain and rage, the antithesis and bane of its existence shrouding the blade causing the wound to froth as if poisoned. The black slits of its jade eyes, hidden behind a white-mask of bone as its skull protruded out of its head and the points formed what looked to be a frill, fixed narrowly as it lurched back, arching its long and serpentine neck in the process so its head was angled towards the Knight clad in the pale light. Small columns of acrid smoke then emerged from its nostrils as fire swelled within it.

The Knight dropped his shield hand from its rigid posture and used it to grab the shortened, triple-chamber, revolver shotgun (STCRS) in his left holster. He raised it towards the wyrm’s head and pulled the trigger thrice. Three shining darts of crimson light with thinning tails streaked forward like fireworks and exploded when they made contact with the head in a rush of heat and force.

With a flick of the wrist the chambers were exposed and the crimson casings of the spent shells were ejected, replaced by arctic-blue ones instead as he closed it and then sheathed the gun to holdfast the shield again. With careful motions he edged away from the Dust-Mage, tapping his heater shield with his sword to keep the Timber Wyrm’s attention focused on the one that hurt it.

“We have to hurry,” Pyrrha told her team, tearing her gaze away from the video as her pace doubled. The others followed suit, well aware that facing off against an enemy of that caliber with just the two of them alone was suicidal. She sped the thick of trees, crossing arching roots that jutted out of the ground trying to trip her up.

As they were the closest to the site besides Team RWBY, they made it first to a steep overlook with the clearing at the bottom. It was there they witnessed the battle still raging on, small pockets of fire that refused to be quelled by the rain still flickering in place now that the downpour had stopped.

The fact that the large Grimm now had a few weeping red lines over where black scales should have been showed that the Knight had opened it up several times when she had last checked. Just by watching the way Jaune moved she could tell he had improved in the last year. His movements were sharper, calculated and stable. It was a far cry from the memories she held to, when he was a clumsy and lovable idiot—his choice of words, not hers.

The wyrm let loose a deep and shrill rasp as its head came around from the left, maw with scorching flames pooled. It exhaled and spewed forth a blazing stream, hungry flames seeking to devour everything caught in their path greedily. And Jaune was right in that path, his shield upraised to intercept it.

There was a flare of white, blinding as it met the aura-reinforced shield. Even from the overlook they nearly took a step back as the meeting of the two created a crashing wave of force, leaving her heart to lurch at the thought of him being point-blank. She managed to pry open her eyelids and squinted at the sight of the flames washing around the shield and leaving the earth beneath him scorched black as his sneakers slid back. The sheer force of the controlled breath of flames was trying to knock him down, grounding him and then enveloping him in its fiery embrace until his bones were charred and then scattered into ashes.

She noticed he gritted his teeth. The strain to hold on must’ve been staggering. For an instant his legs seemed to buckle, only adrenaline and sheer determination straitening them out. They became marble columns, pillars of stone that would not fall. She knew from the look in his eye from behind the shield, visible if she struggled to look beyond the flames and between the gaps as the tongue tried to lick at his flesh, that he refused to collapse.

However, the Grimm was not merely a mindless beast. It had a feral cunning befitting a predator that was not to be underestimated. If the Knight wouldn’t fall on his own, then it would take away the legs he stood upon. The flames continued to pour out while its elongated tail snaked around like a serpent, hidden by the glare as it sped towards his legs to take them from under him.

Pyrrha could see it coming from her vantage point and screamed for him to notice, but his focus was on barring the flames from bathing him and the roar of the blaze drowned out her voice. Thus she watched as the tail came around like a sledgehammer to knock down the pillars that wouldn’t bend…

A flash of green appeared between the Knight and the sledgehammer tail, a viridian glyph that held a circle within a circle that had numerous hexagons within the outer ring and a pentagon within the inner one that had a second glyph woven into it. Defensive in nature, the first acted as an unyielding bulwark to stand against the sledgehammer while the second softened the blow by applying reverse vectors upon impact, discharging the aura in it to rebound the tail so that it didn’t by some change breakthrough using sheer physical force.

The Dust-Mage was still there. He had always been there, silently preparing for the counter-attack. Watching the Knight’s back as he held the front-line, the Faunus flicked his hands out like he would if water were on his fingers and then brought two digits together as he used them to mark invisible symbols into the air.

The flames were pushed back by a reddish glyph that appeared in front of the shield, a second layered behind it. Naval-blue in hue, it drew in moisture and created a stream of water that was ejected through the first glyph and met with the flames. The resulting steam created a veil that obscured them from the Timber Wyrm’s view.

The Grimm stopped heaving fire at the target it could not see. It spread its mighty wings, black pinions with leathery skin between them, and then began to beat them. The gale it called up washed away the steam to reveal the Knight standing where he had been, only with his aura built up around the tip of the sword, swelling as it took the shape of a wedge of light.

The wyrm lunged with its maw opened. Charcoal fangs dyed the color of blood in patches held strands of thick saliva between them. It would devour the Knight whole.

Jaune thrust the blade forward and the coalesced wedge of aura was launched and slammed right into the gaping jaws of the Grimm. Its head snapped back, the long neck whipping around and into the ground from the force. The wyrm warbled as it tried to stop the world from spinning and the stout yet short hind legs stumbled back as it tried to correct itself sloppily.

Pyrrha wondered if that was his Semblance. Some sort of repulsion effect that turned the defensive nature of his aura from a shield to a sword. It must’ve been a drain to fire it like that, given he was now huffing, even with the amount of aura he possessed from when she pulled it out of him. It was more proof that he had been training his usage in it as he looked like he was getting ready to do it again, strings of light drifting off his body and slithering along the length of his sword.

Not that the Grimm would let him charge for another strike. The Timber Wyrm was flapping its wings and kicking up a gale again, this time readying to take to the skies. From there it could rain fire down on them with impudence if it got high enough.

After that last attack and series of glyphs it was possibly their combined auras were depleted enough that there was a chance they couldn’t defend against that sort of assault. Or it would set the forest ablaze and catch the rest of the teams inside of it. That thought snapped her out of the trance she had been in watching them do battle.

“Nora, get ready to bring it down before it gets too high,” Pyrrha ordered, shifting Miló into its rifle form and taking the Grimm’s eye in her crosshairs. Aladdin and Lie’s ranged weapons couldn’t cover the distance. The excitable heroine, who had been enjoying the fight between the Knight and Dust-Mage against the Grimm, saluted with a wide grin on her face before readying her Magnhild. “On my mark…”

They needn’t bothered.

No sooner than it achieved lift did a glyph, more complex than Pyhrra had seen before and large enough to encompass the girth of the Grimm, appear on the ground beneath it. It shone with a twisted-dusk light that created some sort of downward force that made the air around it shift. Localized gravity manipulation if she had to guess, meaning it would alter the trajectory of the missiles and gunfire depending on the strength and throw them off.

A defiant hiss escaped the maw of the Grimm. Muscles straining beneath the scales as pinions struggled to flap against the gravity well. It was possibly too big to bring down so easily. More than that, it refused to bow to the two of them of its own accord.

The Faunus refused to let it continue to hold its head high above them. Like it had tried to knock away the pillars that held the Knight upright, he would clip the wings that held the Grimm aloft. The discharge of dust was heard thrice from both the gauntlets of the Dust-Mage as he extended his right hand forward and braced it with the left.

Smaller glyphs of the same design at the one pinning the Timber Wyrm encircled it in a square-design, multiplying the force drastically. The ground strained and rumbled as it gave way under the pressure, small fissures running from the center and spreading out as the depression beneath the glyph grew deeper. The atmosphere itself seemed to be shifting in the clearing, drawn into it like a black hole.

Pinions became lead and dropped down, the mass of scales buckling under the assault. With a mighty crash it deepened the depression and would have thrown up a cloud of dust if the gravity didn’t keep it anchored. The Dust-Mage made the Grimm kneel, its head low to the ground with a muted, bubbling growl as the columns of smoke from its nostrils were flattened as well.

Jaune said something that was partially drowned out by the Timber Wyrm’s furious cry at being bound, tethered to the ground by the glyphs that acted as localized points of intensified gravity. The Dust-Mage heard, however, and nodded. A gesture of his left hand was all it took for a glyph that was angled skyward to spring into existence in front of the Knight.

He rushed for the glyph and jumped through the luminous design. The moment contact was made he was accelerated skywards, the g-forces pulling at him like thick chains that bound him to the earth. At the apex of his climb he raised his sword and light gathered into it, swelling like before into a newborn star shining radiantly and casting aside the shadows below.

He swung downwards. Caught in the gravity well, the blow bore the weight and force of his entire aura was backed by the intensified gravity. The dazzling daystar fell to Earth in the form of a crescent blade.

Pyrrha saw it for what it was as the mighty Grimm laid helpless, with its neck outstretched. If the blade followed the same theory that it carried the repulsion of his aura then, concentrated in a point, it would repulse against both sides of the blade as it moved down, forcing them apart. With the gravity ensuring it would come down hard, the end result would be…a guillotine, of course.

The impact was thunderous, snuffing the flames as a fierce wind and dust was kicked up with the destruction of the glyphs holding the Grimm down. By the time it cleared they could see that the Timber Wyrm had been beheaded, black steam rising as it began its slow evaporation of decay. The skull-masked head was in the distance, eyes dim without the crimson light of life within.

Jaune had landed at some point when the dust was still lingering in the air. He whipped the blade sharply to the side, flicking off any remaining life-blood of the Grimm from the blade and onto the scorched and depressed grass. He used his cloak to clean the shield, revealing the emblem once more that had been emblazed upon it.

Shifting it into a scabbard, he sheathed the sword and slung it over his back. He then turned towards the Faunus and walked towards him. He was leaving again, back to her without noticing them.

Pyrrha wanted to call for him, but a thought occurred after watching that fight. He and the Faunus made an excellent team, partners she even dared to say if she could speak. The role she once held with him and lost. What if he didn’t need them anymore? What if he didn’t need her anymore?

“JAUNE!” Nora yelled with all the force she could muster, waving with the hand that didn’t hold the grenade launcher at the ready. If she had any doubts like Pyrrha did, they didn’t show at all. She honestly admired that about the hammer-wielder.

Jaune turned in a swift-motion, one hand reaching to his side for a firearm and the other reaching back for his sword, until his blue eyes fell upon them. It was then Pyrrha noticed his once unblemished face had been permanently marred, a large scar running diagonally from the left side of his forehead, past the bridge of his nose, and then down to his right cheek. His expression was one of surprise, before he relaxed, put on a smile, and waved back.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the sound gunfire in the distance reminded them that this was a battlefield. He nodded towards the direction of the sound, tapped his partner on the shoulder, and then drew his firearms to confront the excess numbers that remained. Pyhrra motioned for the others to do the same and assist their comrades still performing a fighting retreat…

An Hour Later

“Excellent hunt, my boy!” Professor Port told the young Knight after every team had gathered back in town and the children were tended to before being reunited with their parents. “Why, back when I was in my prime…”

Jaune listened with half-attention as his gaze fell to the distance where his friends, or former friends depending on how well they remembered him, were.

Nora seemed like she was ready to jump up, always the bundle of energy that she was. He couldn’t help but wonder how Lie Ren, who was keeping her in check at the shoulders, managed most of the time. Ah well, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Ruby, the first friend he’d made during his time at Beacon, had a giddy smile on her face and was waving at him with both hands above her head. He noticed that her hair had grown somewhat and she’d gotten just a bit taller too. Her sister, Yang, was also waving, only with much less enthusiasm. Blake just hung back next to them, although she gave him a welcoming nod.

Weiss, the Snow Angel, seemed content to strike up a conversation with Noyuu. The Dust-Mage had been his partner for a few months now as they made their way here. They were gesturing and bringing up small glyphs, so he guessed they were exchanging notes or something.

There was someone he didn’t recognize leaning against the wall. The new guy was tall; dark with tanned skin behind a vest and thick pants, and possibly handsome if Jaune had to admit. He wore a Scimitar on his back with an abnormally thick blade that had a hinge halfway through. Given what Jaune knew from his travels and time at Beacon, the blade probably folded down to reveal the barrel of a gun hidden in it.

His eyes stopped roaming when they fell on Pyrrha, the flame-haired warrior who he’d been partnered with by pure chance. For a moment he noted that her taut figure seemed even more alluring than before while draped in her combat armor. But he brushed the thoughts aside when he saw how close she was to the new guy.

Once the professor had taken his leave to report the situation to Ozpin, they approached him. Nora ran up to him and slammed into him with an open-arm hug alongside Ruby. It was almost enough to bring him down when the Grimm couldn’t.

His excitable teammate promptly started to ramble. “You were practically like one of those knights in the fairy tales who had to slay dragons to rescue princesses and—”

“—that was so awesome how you just stood there, with the flames rolling around your shield and then you jumped and then—” Ruby, also seemed to be just as excited now that the fighting was over. Apparently her Scroll had caught the entire thing.

It was this atmosphere that he’d missed since his departure from Beacon. The weight of their lives on the line sinking down and impressing upon them absent, knowing that there was safety in numbers. Not just allies, but friends.

“Where’d you get the cool scar?” Nora asked, snapping his attention back to her.

Ruby added hastily, “Not that it looks bad or anything. In fact it kinda makes you look cooler, and—”

“Okay, you two give him some space,” Yang said, lifting her sister with one hand easily by the hood of her cloak. “He just got back from fighting a wyrm. Give him some time to breathe.”

“Nora, that’s not polite to ask someone,” Lie Ren chided his childhood friend while he managed to wrest her free.

Freed of the other two, he managed to scratch the back of his head. He didn’t want to bring up exactly how he got the scar since it would sour the mood. So what he said next was a carefully measured lie, the truth buried within it to an extent. “It’s no big deal. Just ran into something I wasn’t expecting. It’s a risk when fighting the Grimm.”

“Those are an interesting choice for firearms,” Lie Ren mused as his gaze fell towards Jaune’s legs. “May I?”

He pulled out the STCRSs and handed them over so Lie could inspect them. “They were a gift you could say. I know they’re nothing special, probably even relics, but at the time I needed a ranged weapon and they’re easy to use. On the positive-side, they’ve been modified so they’re dust-cartridge compatible as well as being able to use regular rounds. I usually keep those in the right one while the left contains the dust ones.”

As Lie turned them over and noticed the age and wear on them, the new guy approached and stuck his hand out for Jaune to shake. “Name’s Aladdin. I joined up after you were gone.”

So that makes him Pyrrha’s new partner, Jaune guessed. He looked like he knew what he was doing and could keep up with her. That was more than what he was capable of back then. That was probably the case even now.

The Knight shook his hand earnestly. “Jaune Arc. Thanks for looking after them. All of them.”

“Al’s all sorts of fun!” Nora told him. “Not that we didn’t miss you too, right Boss?”

Eyes turned to Pyrrha, whose head snapped up from being deep in thought. “Huh? Oh, um… right. Yes, we missed you very much, Jaune.”

The smile that formed her face at the end almost drew him in, but he turned his head and gestured towards the Dust-Mage. “Well, since we’re doing introductions, let me introduce Noyuu Arcys.”

The short-haired blonde Faunus bowed his head, obscuring his green-eyes. “It’s nice to meet all of you. Jaune told me a bit about you when we were traveling.”

Blake then spoke up for the first time. “So, what were you doing in the forest? It’s not the sort of place we expected a reunion to happen.”

“We were passing through the forest to get here to restock on supplies as we made our way to Vale,” Noyuu began. “Jaune had some business there, a delivery to make I believe, and I’ve been following him for some time. We’ve been on foot for the most part, passing through small villages and such.”

“It was just a coincidence that we all met this time…” Jaune trailed off as Lie handed his guns back.

Yang then popped up between the Knight and the Dust-Mage and slung her arms around their necks, bringing their heads towards hers in the center. “Well, since you two seem to have some interesting stories to tell, let’s go find some place to sit and talk about them.”

She then dragged them off, the rest following…

Later On

Night had fallen, draping the sky like dark satin, as Pyrrha excused herself from the others who were leaving to get ready for bed. The training exercise would begin in the morning and they needed to be well-rested. Likewise, the Faunus accompanying Jaune had left to get them a room for the night.

That left the two of them alone, Jaune sitting at a booth with his eyes staring into the half-filled cup. The flame-haired huntress-in-training steeled herself, before taking a seat next to him and asking. “Are you okay, Jaune?”

He looked up from his cup and tilted his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Your stories,” she started. “They were measured, the words carefully chosen to leave out some details. When no one was looking and your friend had their attention, your expression changed too…”

He acknowledged her points with a nod and then took a sip from his cup before addressing her. “Some of the others probably noticed too but didn’t want to bring the mood down when we’ve just gotten back.”

Pyrrha looked towards his scar and asked. “Jaune, I know I don’t have any right to ask this now, but… what is it that’s happened to you?”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Pyrrha, it’s been harder than I ever thought possible. The hazardous terrains, dealing with monsters other than the Grimm—Human Bandits and Thieves, Rogue and Corrupt Hunters, Racist and Extremist Faunus…”

Blue-eyes opened and stared coldly at his hands as the fingers slowly closed into fists. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of to survive, from scavenging from corpses to having to kill in self-defense. I’ve lost the people I fought alongside against some Grimm that we’d never seen before, been stranded in hostile territory without my weapons, and betrayed by others I thought I could trust. I didn’t want them to know, so I lied and put on the same mask as before—the lovable idiot.”

“If it’s hard then you can always come back to Beacon,” she offered, slipping his hand into hers. She felt how calloused the tips of his fingers were from all the fighting he’d done. “I’m sure that Professor Port would give you and your friend recommendations for a belated entrance examination for the second semester in a few months, and I could tutor you so you could pass the written portions. You’ll be with people you trust, comrades who’ll fight alongside you, and when you graduate you won’t be alone handling everything out there.”

“I… I don’t know if I want to,” he admitted, his head low as he gently removed his hand from hers.

She seemed taken aback by the admission. “Why not? If it’s about Cardin—”

Jaune laughed a bit at that. “No, he doesn’t even rank as a threat anymore. Not after all the stuff I mentioned. I’ve dealt with people much worse than him. If anything I’d be afraid that I would hurt him too badly.”

“Then why?” she asked again.

“Pyrrha…” He turned towards the window facing the direction of the forest and just stared into the Grimm-laden territory. “Those children… would you guys have reached them in time before the wyrm seared their skin and turned their bones to ashes?”

“There’s no way of knowing,” she admitted. Her team probably wouldn’t have at least. “I’m just glad we didn’t have to find out.”

“The thing is, in the villages and towns outside of the four kingdoms they would have given the children up for dead because they couldn’t risk losing more people looking for them in that sort of terrain. All of you being here and willing to help was a fortunate coincidence, but normally Hunters wouldn’t even be on the table since there simply aren’t enough of them around to look for one or two people or the people can’t afford the services of those willing to take that risk.”

“That’s why we need more people like you,” she reasoned. “When I think about everything that happened this last year, I think about how things would have been different if you were around. If you were leading us….”

“I know, but you’re still three years away from being certified Hunters,” the Knight said. “What about the people who can’t wait until then? Someone has to do something to keep them alive until that point and, for all of the problems, pain, and suffering, I’m making a difference out there….”

At least I’d like to think so, he tacked on silently.

Pyrrha let a soft sigh flow from her lips and looked down at her hands on the booth table. She stayed like that, quiet in thought with only the sound of Jaune sipping his drink and the chatter in the other booths as ambient noise. What was she supposed to say to convince him to at least try and come back when his point was valid?

They could only reach so far from Beacon and Vale. Would it be better for the world to just leave him to continue what he’s doing? Even if it meant she wouldn’t see him again, just knowing that he was out there, doing good and being a hero like he wanted… that should make her happy, right?

“I thought about all of you,” Jaune said abruptly, breaking the awkward silence. “During the especially rough times, I remembered all of you and the fun we had. It was all that kept me going at some points. I would always ask myself: What would Pyrrha do?”

“… When I have to make decisions for the team,” she started, in admission to his confession, “I can’t help but wonder if you would have done something different. Better than me. Like, one time Nora had gotten really hurt and I blamed myself for weeks because it was my call that led to it happening. I asked myself what it was that you would have done too, so I understand.”

She stood up, set her hand on his shoulder, and looked into his eyes softly. “I won’t try to convince you to come back if you think what you’re doing is the path for you, Jaune. Just know that I’ll always be there and, no matter what has been said and done, I was proud to be your friend and partner. I still am.”

“Pyrrha…” He lowered his hand into his pocket and pulled out a Scroll, using it to send his contact information to her. “Use that to contact me, for any reason. If you just want to ask me what I would do, or talk, or… anything really…”

She nodded and left, her ponytail drifting gently from side-to-side as she walked away.

After his former partner left, Jaune turned his attention back to his drink and noted he was almost out. He called for a refill. While he waited, he reached up and touched his scar, running two fingers across the marking from forehead-to-cheek as he thought about the offer to return.

Once he’d finished what he was going to Vale for, he didn’t have much of a destination in mind. He’d thought about wandering around outside the kingdoms where they needed it, but truth be told there was only so much ground he could cover. Any people he helped like today would be more chance than anything, but there were those who needed a chance at the very least. A small part of him wondered if he was just using that as an excuse to run into the mysterious Grimm again by pure chance and avenge the dead.

Maybe he should at least try to get entrance to Beacon again? In the last year he’d learned a lot and gained a lot of combat experience. What seemed like a mere hope spot before was a real possibility for him now. More so if Noyuu followed….

Once the drink had been refilled he figured they’d been in town for another day or two and he could decide then…

End Notes: As of right now this is a one-shot. I was looking around for stories where Cardin followed through on his threat and Jaune got expelled because I saw potential in the story. Take this one for example. If I were to expand it there are a few ways I could do it:

1.) With Port vouching for him having exceptional skills (like Ruby did) he could be allowed to enter into the same year as the others if he passed a combat and written exam, which Pyrrha could help him study in Vale when not in class. If he got back in, he could try and reconnect with his old team while still dealing with the losses he went through prior, or join with a new team.

2.) He could act on his own or with his companion to deal with Grimm surrounding the continent as an exterminator. Maybe he discovers a plot involving the Grimm or faces off against the mysterious one from before that scarred his face and cost him a lot of people he knew.

3.) He could end up getting swept up as a bodyguard for some official and end up as a key figure against Cinder and Roman for whatever plan they have.

4.) The story could flashback to after he left and chronicles the events that happened to the point we’re at.

See, plenty of potential from that alone and, if you’re willing to tamper with the time of how long he was gone rather than a full year, you can find more.

Also yes, the Faunus helping him was an expy of Yunno Scrya from Nanoha series. Because the man doesn’t get enough love…