Blake dodged a few shots from her opponent. Drawing her blade, and retreating to a better position on the stairs, she looked down at the guards around her. The armed men were there to provide peace for the speech, but she wouldn't allow that. No, the white fang wouldn't allow peace. Not this kind of peace, at least. There was no peace to be found in the oppression of a people. All that Blake and her people knew was hatred. No one that could quite love them outside of their own family. There was a lot of civil battles between different clans of the faunus', hatred breeding more hatred. The humans here too, preventing the young faunus from being at peace, both with herself and with the world. She leapt in.
They were at the capitol, a two story building right in the middle of Vale, mostly for bureaucracy and what not, but not where the governor sat. It was a beautiful courtyard full of flowering plants and trees of many fruits, to symbolize diversity. Right. Blake and her fellow protestors had bene there to protest a meeting between Ironwood and some other officials in the talks of militarizing Dust, of all things. This matter wasn't even known to the public, and it took some of the fangs' best spies in order to make this day a reality. Ironwood had been traveling light in terms of security, but Blake and her Partner were still caught off guard.
A guard fired a shot, whizzing past the faunus' ear; she merely recoiled slightly at the sound as she whipped the gun out of his hand. Grabbing the weapon, she shot a few rounds, effectively disarming a couple other guards, and threw the pistol towards another, knocking him down.
The battle went on for several minutes. More guards trying to stop the faunus, and Blake dodging and disarming to the best of her abilities. Many rounds were unloaded, and Blake had a few scrapes from bullets that grazed her. Even with her reflexes synonymous with being a cat faunus, there were just too many bullets and they were moving too fast.
Crouching, she released her full strength on the ground as she soared skywards, aiming to land on the top of the building behind her. A small advantage of her faunus heritage would be her ability to leap quite high. She could never hop over a skyscraper, but her training afforded her the hope to scale a couple stories. Upon steadying her balance, she looked down at the dying deer faunus lying in pain.
"I haven't given up" she whispered gently to Blake, as the dying girl smiled a last, faint smile, and her eyelids rolled down over those sky blue eyes.
"Don't you dare go anywhere!" Blake was beginning to tear up. "We can still get you to a hospital! We can still…" she trailed off as she saw Sky's breathing stop, and her arms went lax from over her wound to the ground next to her. Blake wanted nothing more than to jump back down and give those guards exactly what they deserved, but she couldn't. There's no way Sky could ever approve of vengeance, and she didn't want that saying on her conscience.
Blake woke up panting, gasping for air as she ran to drink a glass of water. Her apartment looked fuzzy, and she felt as if she wasn't quite real. Her senses slowly returned as she lapsed down in the corner, staring at the ceiling. Why now? She thought, eyes pacing left and right trying to make sense of everything. Why is she coming back now? The girl finally struggled to her feet, and poured some tea to try and wake her up.
Things have never been the same since she left, but this is no reason for me to be thinking about this. Blake stared at the etchings in the table. The wood had scratches consistent with normal wear and tear, and a few heat marks from her constantly drinking tea without use of a plate. Sky was the one person I could turn to no matter what, and now I can't even have a moment of peace. Her eyes watered as she looked toward the ceiling. Trying to compose herself, her tears flowed heavier, and she shoved her face into her palms as she collapsed into the corner.
All it was, was a protest. She began to think to herself. We were there at the capitol, and one of the members of the white fang was getting a bit on edge. The guards told him to step to the side, and he yelled back. Blake began to sob louder as her thinking became speaking. "Why….why couldn't he have just stepped aside?"