Jaune, with his legs failing him, stumbled out of the locker pod and onto the cracked asphalt. The second he was able to sit up on his knees, he pulled his Scroll from his back pocket and brought up Weiss' contact. Within seconds she answered with, "Where are you?" She seemed rushed and slightly out of breath. And still, even with everything going on, Beacon in ruins, friends dropping left and right, and her voice still remained even and slightly annoyed, the way her voice always seemed like to Jaune. Any other conversation with her, Jaune would usually marvel especially at her voice. But now was an urgent time. Something more important than a woman's voice, something more important than himself, he would think.
"Weiss!" His voice almost cracked, "You have to stop her!" Weiss could barely comprehend his sentence before he added in, "Pyrrha! She's going after that woman... at the top of the tower! She doesn't stand a chance!" Jaune nearly broke down in tears at the thought. He didn't care anymore if he did, he knew he couldn't help at all. It crushed his heart. Weiss had taken a moment to think.
"Jaune, what are you talking about? Where are you?"
At that moment he lost it. Why couldn't she just follow his order, he thought. Jaune was trying his absolute best to force Weiss. "Don't worry about me!" He got up onto his feet and leaned against a nearby shop's window for balance. "Please... You have to save Pyrrha."
"We will." Weiss replied solidly. "Are you okay?" Why was she wasting time? These few seconds could be crucial in Pyrrha's survival. He threw his Scroll down onto the ground, then breaks down into dry tears to the sound of his Scroll shattering.
"Please..." He said once more, falling onto his hands and knees. Jaune's head dropped. The distant sound of a loud, screaming Grimm filled the air. Jaune was officially head over heels for Pyrrha after the kiss. The thought that kept running through his head was the thought of irony. How ironic would it be that their first kiss, would also be their last? The line kept on playing in his head like a broken projector. He had already prayed a million times for some kind of intervention, be it godly or worldly to save Pyrrha.
Jaune had spent many days and nights with Pyrrha and knew exactly what she was capable of. Pyrrha would always be miles ahead of Jaune in combat, but he knew that she wouldn't last forever against Cinder. For all he knew, Ozpin was dead. Jaune was always around Ozpin at random times. He somehow knew exactly what to say to give Jaune courage. And now, he was possibly dead under the tower. All thanks to Cinder. Jaune regained his posture and breathed in deeply, knowing that he couldn't let another person he cared about die. Not today. He turned around, the way he came from in the pod, and began to run. He ran as fast as he could towards the distant tower with his sword now drawn and his shield out.
"I'm coming!" He called, tears welding up in his eyes. "I'm coming Pyrrha!" But something bright forced him to close his eyes. It came from the top of the tower, a bright white light that blocked out everything but the hand he used to block the light with. Jaune slowed to a stop, and knew whatever it was, it wasn't good. he hid behind a nearby wall and prayed that whatever it was, was on his side. Was Pyrrha alright? Jaune closed his eyes tight, and as he felt the warmth take over him, every single moment he shared with Pyrrha flashed in his mind.
Starting with the first time he truly felt something for the redhead who stole his heart.