"RUBY! THIS IS THE LAST OF MY AURA! TAKE IT!" A burning yellow flame bursted around Yang, as she clutched her scarf, and yanked out several strands of aura-infused hair. "TAKE IT ALL!".
The fire quickly died, and Yang slumped. She was dead before the ceiling-stone hit her, crushing her completely.
Adam looked up, blood seeping from all over, exhausted. He got to his feet, and noticed a small, warm, aura-fueled fire. Within it, unscathed, was her scarf and the strands of her hair. Adam went to snuff it out... stepped back, and limped away.
"No, I am not the sentimental type. But I will allow you your dieing wish: to help your friends. This is my respect for you. As a warrior. As a hunter." Adam, feet echoing down the hall, left the room.
Ruby, Weiss and Blake bursted into the ruined room, but far too late. They gasped as they saw the flames of Yang's aura on the floor, her hair and scarf. As Ruby picked them off the floor, she grasped them in her hands, understanding what it meant.
She choked down sobs, as Weiss said they must grieve later, and that they must push on. Ruby held her tounge, and stood up to leave, tears in her eyes, not yet falling.
As they were about to move, the sun shone through, and lit up the room, falling on a large stone cross. Blake gasped - freezing in shock - causing the others to look around, and catch sight of the blood seeping from underneath the rock.
Weiss began to cry as she fell to her knees, her friend's death hitting her like a truck. "No... It c-can't be..."
Ruby's tears flowed freely now as a gut renching screaming sounded out.
"YANG!"
As Adam walked away, her lamented on the wonderful fighter that was Yang Xio Long. An amazing fighter, as fearsome, magnificent, and as temporary as an eruption.
It was an honour, at least, to fight her at her best.