Hey guys, just to let you guys know, this is actually my FIRST fanfiction that I have ever written. So if you could maybe give me some tips to make my stories better, and maybe even some ideas for more fanfictions, that'd be great!

-R3DV5B1U3F4N

It's the Vytal Festival. That time of the year. The competition is almost ending, and the fighting has grown more intense every fight.

But now, it is sundown. About 8-9 PM. Team RWBY were in their dorm, playing Remnant: The Game. The four girls sat around a board, holding cards. As the girls observed what they had, with Ruby, having a look of determination.

"Weiss Schnee," she declared, "prepare your kingdom for battle!"

"Very well," the heiress replied,"make your move. I'm ready to defend the good people of Atlas!"

"I deploy my fleet of-"

Ruby, suddenly, gets cut off by the sound of a loud boom, loud as an airplane breaking the sound barrier. Blake got startled, hissed, then crawled under the bed.

"What in the world was THAT?!" Yang asks in worry.

Another boom is heard, then two more. Ruby, Weiss, and Yang head towards the windows, only to see several craters, with smoke and fire pummeling out. Suddenly, the intercom screeches, then the girls hear the voice of Glynda Goodwitch.

"All students! Please evacuate to the ampitheater in a nice, ordely fashion! This is NOT a drill! I repeat, NOT a drill! Please bring your weapons with you!"

Ruby opens the door, only to see about fifty students already flooding the hallways. Team RWBY squeeze out of their dorm, and catch up with Jaune, and his team.

"Jaune!" Ruby exclaims. "What's happening?!"

"Didn't you hear?!" Jaune replies in shock. "Vale's under attack!"

"WHAT?!" Weiss shrieks.

"Yes, it's true," Pyrrha pipes in. "We saw several missiles hit the courtyard. Several students ran inside, and now we're here."

"C'mon. Let's head to the ampitheater," Ruby said.

All the students piled into the Ampitheater. Loud chatter can be heard echoing through the room, with the teachers trying to calm everyone down. Ozpin is seen at a microphone, clearing his throat. He then taps the microphone twice, and the feedback silences the room.

"Students," he begins. "I regret to inform you, that what you may have heard, has now been confirmed. This threat, the White Fang, has been brought right to our doorstep."

Another boom is heard, shaking the entire room.

"We have trained you to fight back against the Grimm. But now, it seems that this threat is far more than simple Grimm. I wish you good luck, and fight back. We will fight alongside you."

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS WAITING FOR," some student screams. "LET'S GET OUT THERE, AND MAKE BEACON PROUD!"

The students began running outside, weapons free, charging against the enemy. The war has just begun.