"Okay, hands up!" One thug of many in the dust shop walked up to a girl in a hood. She browsed through some magazines; clearly she didn't hear him.

"Hey!" he jammed the point of a gun into her shoulder. The girl turned around and raised an eyebrow. The hired thug motioned for her to remove her headphones.

"Hands up!" He repeated. The girl wasn't impressed. "Are you robbing me?"

"Yes!" He missed the twinkle in her eye.

A quiet scuffle alerted Roman Torchwick to a fight. 'Probably someone resisting.' He puffed out a smoke ring and sighed. 'It should be over soon.' He was right.

SNAP

His eyes widened; he didn't expect the thugs to be this brutal - that sounded like an arm! 'It takes, what, six, eight weeks to heal.'

"ARRRGGHHHH!"

'Wait a minute. That sounded like one of the guys I hired.' He motioned to his hired help. 'If someone other than the thugs broke someone's arm, then we need to leave.'

Two of the fedora-wearing men rounded the corner and paused. A gothic loli was standing on top of their unconscious college, leg firmly pushing into his elbow. It was bent the wrong way and clearly she was the cause of it. What made them paused even further was the evident excitement in her silver eyes. She blushed and giggled perversely. "Go on, scream for me more!" She then noticed he was unconscious. "Oh." With a disappointed sigh, she let the broken appendage flop to the floor. Her eyes appeared to dull in sadness. She looked up.

"I have more toys!" She regained the sparkle in her eye. The thugs looked at each other uncertainly. That moment of uncertainty was all the time for the sadistic girl to kick them through the shop window.

The untrained thugs in the shop saw a red blur fly past them but Roman was different; he had better kinetic vision and so saw the red-clad girl's expression in mid-air: Pure ecstasy. He also saw the girl had a weapon on her, but that was a moot point. 'Oh great; a huntress.'

The girl landed on top of the two guys and her weapon unfolded itself: a large scythe. She looked up to see several more thugs coming out of the shop to face her. "Get her." Torchwick waved the men forward.

The girl began to laugh. It wasn't the kind of laugh you hear when someone's laughs at a joke. No, this was a full-blown joyously cruel laugh. The kind of laugh that people not-right-in-the-head make when they're pulling insects apart.

This only made on guy pause 'Maybe this isn't a good idea.' The rest were too angry at being thought of as insects and ran at her. Roman, on the other hand, had already messaged his boss for pick up.

The six thugs ran, raising their weapons menacingly, though the girl in front of them was not at all intimidated. When the first thug stepped within kicking range, her leg shot out, her aura-enhanced kick cruelly smashing into the man's crotch. He went down with a loud scream. The destroyer of what makes men; men just blushed harder and continued giggling. Without looking, she felt two more poor bastards within her swiping range.

Without as much as a grunt of effort, the girl sent them flying. It was fortunate that they had aura protecting them. If they didn't, they both would be headless corpses.

A lone goon swiped at her with his red machete but this was quickly deflected with the shaft of the girl's scythe. The girl spun around and trapped him within the arc of her scythe. Using a sniper round to give the spin some kick, she spiralled in a circle and flung him away with the blade of her weapon.

The final standing thug opened fire on the girl meters away from him. Her eyes didn't lose their sparkle as she darted left and right to dodge the enemy fire. Using the recoil of her sniper rifle as a means to gain speed at quick intervals, she easily blindsided the thug, using her momentum to punch the guy, who went flying at the supposed leader of the little troupe.

Roman ducked underneath the man as he passed overhead and casually stubbed out his cigar with butt of his cane. The girl stopped laughing and stood, smirking at the man.

"Well Red, we can both say this has been an eventful evening." He raised the cane and pointed it at her. "But this where we have to part ways." Roman pulled a trigger on his cane and a flare exploded out the end.

'Red' used her scythe to shoot herself above the explosion and landed gracefully. She looked around and could see the man climbing a ladder. She licked her lips. "Oh I just love it when they run." She glanced at the old shop keeper. "I'm going after him. Take care, old man!" With a casual wave, she ran to catch her prey.

She started to chuckle, and it soon became a full blown laugh of sadistic pleasure as she reached the building. She jumped up and reached the roof with the help of a few sniper shots. Landing with grace, she twirled her scythe before slamming the handle into the ground. "Heyyyy there mister!" She twisted the shaft of the scythe and this activated a mechanism that gave the scythe a little… surprise.

The large blade from her scythe split slightly, allowing for a blade with serrated metal teeth to fall through. She grinned sadistically.

"Persistent." Roman muttered. Ruby laughed and swung her scythe, ready to dart forward and finally catch her entertainment, but the roar of bullhead engines interrupted her. A bullhead appeared out from behind the building, throwing 'red' of guard.

Roman clambered into the bullhead and withdrew a large fire dust crystal. "End of the line, Red!" He threw it at the bewildered girl in front of him and shot it.

"Shit!" The red clad girl brought her scythe in front of her in an effort to protect herself. An explosion rocked the roof of the building. Roman laughed. A scythe wouldn't protect even a little person like her from an explosion of that size… 'Wait a minute.' He stopped laughing. 'Where are the screams of a burn victim?' He peered into the dust cloud and sure enough, the two people were unharmed. 'Wait. TWO?!'

A stern-looking blonde woman pushed up her glasses and dismissed her shield. She waved her riding crop and pieces of the roof flew at the flying bullhead. The impacts forced Roman to stumble but he still managed to make it to the pilot seat. "We have a huntress!" He shouted, trying to get heard over the noise of the aircraft.

The shadowy female pilot left the seat, forcing Roman to try and steady the aircraft. The woman confidently faced the huntress, her high heels clicking against the metal deck. Her clothes lit up momentarily and the hidden woman let out a stream of flames.

The blonde huntress spun her weapon, shielding the two of them from the fire. With another twirl, she counterattacked, sending shards of concrete at the flying bullhead, causing the aircraft to tip and the red-garbed woman stumbling. The blonde used her semblance to create a rumbling storm cloud, which would down the bullhead.

The woman on the aircraft noticed and quickly banished the cloud away with an expert use of her flames. She quickly used her chance to attack the roof. Three glowing circles around their feet alerted the huntress to the danger. She flung both herself and the girl away from the blasts.

The bullhead started to pull away, and she could only watch helplessly as it flew off. 'Who was that woman?'

She was interrupted from her musings by a shout of "You're not getting away!" The girl sprinted forward, seemingly fully intent of latching onto the escaping bullhead.

She almost made it there. A sudden force pulled the young huntress in-training back onto the hard concrete floor of the rooftop and as she looked up to see the stern green eyes of the huntress, Ruby Rose knew she had somehow displeased her.

"Oh fuck all kinds of duck."

Glynda Goodwitch paced back and forth in front of the teenager. Said teen did not seem to be at all concerned about her situation, looking quite bored at it all. This fact just enraged Glynda further, and she continued to berate the girl further.

"Your actions have put the lives of many in danger today. I hope you realise the consequences of your actions today."

"But what about you?" Ruby spoke up.

"Excuse me?!"

"You shot hail at that aircraft, but I recall many of them missed. Do you not care about the people or the buildings below?"

Glynda stared incredulously at the teen as she held up her fingers and counted them down.

"You also created a storm cloud I the middle of a city. Forces of nature such as storm clouds cannot differentiate between civilian and criminal. What would have happened if an untrained civilian that didn't have their aura unlocked been struck by your lightning, eh?" Ruby and Glynda blushed, one in embarrassment and the other in sadistic pleasure. She continued.

"You also flung me away from the blast which, sure it saved me from the explosion, but I could have been gravely injured if the roof didn't have a wall to stop me from falling." Glynda was shocked once more.

"And then there's the big question: What were you expecting would happen once you downed the bullhead?" Glynda furrowed her brow at this. "Let's say you do manage to destroy the engines. They're on fire and a bullhead carrying dust crashes into the street. What do you think would happen?" Ruby started giggling as she saw Glynda's expression morph into one of horror. "A big BOOM; that's what would happen!" Ruby laughed. "All that death and destruction; all of it - it would be your fault!"

The door opened and a grey haired man walked in with a plate of cookies in one hand and a cane in the other. He looked at the expressions of the two females In front of him. One was white with abject horror and the other girl's expression was that of sick glee. "Is this a bad time?"

The seated girl looked at him and immediately brightened as she saw the plate and what it was carrying. "Cookies!" As soon as Ozpin put the plate in front of her, Ruby lunged forward, intent on eating all of them.

"Ruby Rose… You have silver eyes." Ruby eyed him quickly, but caution was thrown to wind as soon as she ate another cookie. "You have brown eyes." She quickly replied, stuffing another cookie into her mouth. Ozpin chuckled. "You have a lot of skills for someone so young, Miss Rose." Another cookie disappeared into Ruby's mouth. "You have to, to survive in a world such as this. Isn't that right, Mr Ozpin?" Ozpin smiled amicably and sat down in front of her. Not a lot of people knew about him, and even less recognised him. "Where did you learn such scythe skills? The only other scythe wielder of such calibre is…a dusty old crow." Ruby gulped down the last cookie.

"That's my uncle! I used to be total garbage before he took me under his wing, heh." She chuckled at her own pun before continuing.

"I've always wanted to be a huntress and even though some people didn't want me to train to be one, I still persevered!" Ozpin hummed in response to her story. "Well there is also the thing about how you handled the thieves."

"What about them?"

"One broken arm, five broken ribs, two concussions and one man almost died when you flung him into the side of a building."

"Don't forget about the guy whose balls I crushed!" Ruby chirped.

Ozpin cleared his throat uncomfortably and instinctively closed his legs as he spoke. "Why-why did you do that?"

"Oh I just decided to get rid of them as quickly as possible. They interrupted me whilst I was busy."

"And I suppose you were so busy you decided to try and leap onto a flying bullhead?"

Ruby chuckled. "Well, I was rather caught up in the moment so… yeah." She giggled. Ozpin sighed. She was a lost cause, but there was something he wanted to see.

Ozpin tilted his head slightly. "You can take off your hood, Miss Rose." Ruby blinked in surprise. "No need to fret, Glynda here doesn't discriminate against faunus, and neither do I. Besides, it must be uncomfortable having them flat against your head all the time."

Nodding, Ruby cautiously slid down her hood, exposing her black and red wolf ears to the world, which was currently in a police cell.

"That's better." Ozpin expression turned slightly more serious. "Well then Miss Rose, I suppose you know I am the headmaster of Beacon academy. The age of acceptance is 17. You're too young to enter," Ruby's wolf ears dropped adorably. "But if you decide to apply in the future you will be put on the priority list. The faunus' ears rose slightly but were still drooping. The sight of such a small and adorable Ruby being sad almost made Glynda and Ozpin want to hug her to comfort her.

Ruby put her hands to her face, almost as though to cover tears. What they didn't see was the smirk behind her hands. 'One more attack and they should crack.'

She uncovered her face to reveal a pouting tear-covered face. "Pwetty Pwease, Mr. Ozpin… Sir?"

Ozpin felt his resolve crumble. Glynda put her hands to her face to conceal her blush. 'She's…so…damn…CUTE!'

"Welcome to Beacon."

"Thank you so much!" Ruby smiled, blinking away tears. 'Nailed it.' She thought deviously.

eviously. ' blinking away tears. ng,'hough to cover her tears. WHat er. ist. _

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