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The assassin quietly crept among the crates surrounding him, full of dust and ready to be unpacked. Or, in the case of the White Fang grunts in front of him, ready for transport, as they loaded several large crates of dust onto the waiting bullhead. Reinforcements were expected soon. He'd have to be quick. He couldn't see his target yet and slowly crept toward a lone grunt who'd taken a break out of sight of the others. Seriously, this guy had only moved one wooden crate so far. How was he already out of breath? 'Well, his loss, my gain,' thought Amaranth as he slowly approached from the side.
The grunt panted slightly from exertion. He was quite obviously not a prime example of physical fitness. He was far more used to guard duty in warehouses where he could play dice and cards with his companions. Or guarding human hostages for ransom. He finally let out a sigh and peeked from behind the large stack he had hidden behind to look at the workers and missed the hidden blade headed straight for his throat.
A choked gurgle came from the guard as he died and Amaranth grabbed him before he could fall out of the cover of the boxes. He gently set the body against the crates, then perked up due to a commotion near the other grunts.
His target, Roman Torchwick, was currently being held hostage by what seemed to be a cat faunus. It seemed luck, good or bad, was on his side, as he moved, circling closer to the bullhead before racing behind the white fang grunts to the cover of the vehicle, just as the sound of reinforcements from overhead reached him.
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Blake Belladonna looked up in surprise as the bullheads descended, giving Roman just enough time to shoot the ground under her and send her flying with Melodic Cudgel. Blake shook her head to clear it and looked up just in time to dodge the volley of flares he sent her way, rolling, flipping, and generally parkouring her way behind a large shipping crate. Roman strolled forward, mocking, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty-" before a banana dropped on him. Following the banana came a monkey faunus, Sun Wukong, who leapt onto Roman's face and behind him before turning, "Leave her alone."
A half dozen White Fang reinforcements dropped from the newly arrived bullheads and surrounded Sun. Roman grinned, "You're not the brightest banana in the bunch, are you kid?" Sun prepared to fight as the grunts charged, slamming his fist into the first's face then spin kicking two more, before using a fourth as a platform to launch himself forward, pull out his collapsible staff and spin it to knock away the rest. Roman shot a flare at Sun who deflected it with his staff and Blake rushed forward once more with a cry of, "He's mine!"
Blake used her semblance, shadow clone, to dart around and confuse Roman, but he still deflected her attacks, landing several hits and knocking her back. Sun leapt forward and switched his staff to gun-chuck mode, using the swings and the blasts it let out to push Roman back. Blake smacked Roman back as the coup de grace to the volley. Roman glared at the two kids then smirked, firing at the crane above them and dropping a shipping crate on their heads. Blake jumped backwards and Sun dove forwards, right into the waiting gun point of Roman.
A "Hey!" from above stopped Roman from pulling the trigger and made him look up. Ruby Rose, wielding her giant sniper scythe that she really shouldn't have been able to handle, looked down. "Well, hello their red! Isn't it past your bed time?" Roman called back. At which point Ruby made the dumb decision to turn around and motion someone away from the oncoming fight. Roman raised his cane and-
It blew up in his hands, the explosion from volatile dust crystals in the cane throwing a screaming Roman back, as he cradled his damaged and burned arm. Everyone else turned to the direction the gunshot that had caused said explosion came from, revealing a grey cloaked figure, a hood hiding his face, twin curved short swords at his waist and a smoking high power revolver in hand. Amaranth stepped forward and aimed at Roman again, but dozens of White Fang appeared, standing between the two. The figure sighed and started to walk forward until another figure, one Penny Polendina leapt from the crate Ruby was on and landed in front of the grunts.
Ignoring Ruby's pleas to retreat, Penny readied herself, her backpack opening to reveal a collapsed sword that floated behind her. The one split into ten and she threw the floating blades forward, breaking through the Fang. Amaranth grunted in appreciation and aimed at Roman again, but the sound of machine gun fire from more bullheads made him jump back. He jumped up onto the nearest shipping crate, climbing on top and firing a grapple hook from a wrist launcher to the nearest bullhead as it turned to fire at him. Amaranth reeled himself onto the wing of the vehicle and, grabbing the edge, leapt over it and off the other side, leaving the grapple wrapped around the wing.
Pressing a button on the grapple launcher, the thin wire suddenly glowed orange with the effects of fire dust, slicing through the wing and bringing down the bullhead. Penny had finished up the others using her blades and a laser cannon, which somehow came from the swords? Amaranth looked for his target and saw him boarding the first bullhead that had dropped the first grunts off originally. The bullhead took off and turned away from the scene, moving out over the water before blowing up.
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Amaranth sighed again. He'd hoped to use that to get away if all went according to plan, but he'd planted the bomb just in case. He looked back at the now surrendering White Fang and the group of school kids who he'd helped before ducking into the nearest alley between crates. He was not looking forward to running all the way back to base.
Before he could continue that train of thought, Amaranth sensed a presence behind him and turned. The girl, the cat faunus, was there, looking at him, as if unsure what to do, whether to stop him, thank him. Amaranth, sensing the hesitation, nodded to her then turned and ran, leaping over the fence that divided the docks from the rest of the city before climbing the nearest building and disappearing over the rooftop. Amaranth ran, jumping across the roofs of buildings and sincerely hoping that the order would allow for his disobedience of their orders of keeping a low profile as he had saved that girl with the too massive scythe.
Blake watched the odd boy run, scale the building easily, then vanish and, having seen his face even in the shadow of his cowl, wondered who the boy was, since he truly couldn't be any older than herself and her team. Then turned back as she realized that everyone would likely start panicking that she'd run off again.