Iron Arc

A/N – Honestly, I didn't expect such a positive response to this but hey, I'll take it! Anyway, I think you guys do know that characters in particular for the RWBY cast, such as Yang Xiao Long and Nora Valkyrie, don't really have a hero in For Honor with their choice of weapon… So, I was thinking of just creating two heroes that fit their description anyway then put them in either of the three factions that I see that represents their fighting styles. If you have suggestions then please, by all means leave a review or PM me.

Thank you all for the sudden support and enjoy!

The sunlight upon the horizon in Ashfeld was always a sight to behold and for one person with golden locks and bright cerulean eyes, it was something he would always love about the world. A small breath was taken in from the boy, who looked no older than ten years of age, his eyes staring into the distance.

'I wish the world could stay as peaceful as this…'

"Jaune! Where are you?"

The young boy was quickly brought out his thoughts as he saw a young woman below him, who seemed to be the ripe age of fifteen and Jaune knew exactly who that was… His second oldest sister, Jeannette Arc or Jeanne, for short. Her long blonde hair swayed against the light breeze of the sunny morning, braids were on either side of her head while the rest of her hair flowed down her back like a waterfall.

Jaune sighed lightly but couldn't stop the large grin from appearing on his features as he watched his sister franticly look around for him, when clearly, he was above her. He was sat on the branch of one of the many oak trees that were sprawled over the courtyard of their home though he decided to calm her nerves since it seemed she had something important on her mind.

"Hey Jeanne, I'm up here!"

At the call of her name, Jeannette Arc looked back to the tree she had just passed before looking up to the branches, seeing her little brother grinning sheepishly at her. She sighed in relief, placing a single silk gloved hand on her chest a moment and moved towards the tree he was in.

"Get down from there Jaune or you will ruin your clothes again! Honestly… You are such a handful sometimes."

A little laugh was heard from the young boy as he quickly jumped down from the tree into a crouch before straightening himself out, dusting off any bits of dust and little remnants of bark that may have stuck to his clothes.

"Aw, come on! I wanted to watch the sunrise, is that so bad?"

A light huff was heard from his sister, who quickly sighed and shook her head, knowing that the boy reminded her so much of their father… She placed her hands on her dress and lifted it up a little, so she could walk once more without ruining it or tripping on it by accident, just like her mother taught her many years ago.

"Yes, it is, now come, Father wishes to speak with you about something important."

"He does? Oh! Do you think he will finally teach me how to hold and swing a sword?"

A light giggle escaped the golden-haired girl, her eyes easy to catch the excitement in her little brother's tone but she decided to tease him about it.

"Perhaps… Or he may just tell you about how you are going to marry one of the other powerful families in Ashfeld again? He may actually go through with it this time…"

"What? No! Jeanne, that's disgusting!"

"You never know little brother!"

Jaune proceeded to make sounds of displeasure for a moment as they walked back to their home, the Arc Manor. The young boy found out by his grandfather that the Arcs came into power by becoming incredible warriors and knights of honour, by proving themselves on the battlefield many years ago… He loved listening to his grandfather's stories and how he would tell him about famous battles the Arcs had been in. Though ever since then, the Arcs were respected amongst the Iron Legion as well as all of the other families that laid down their lives for their country.

The land had lived in relative peace for the past few decades now and it didn't seem to be changing any time soon as far as he was aware either since the united force of Ashfeld was immense to say the least. However, he had heard from his Father by mistake that there could be a potential force within the land that wished to do more harm than good… And it seemed his Father was not pleased at all.

Valkenheim, he had learned was the land of the Vikings and the Myre, the land of the Samurai, were at somewhat peace with Ashfeld, though there was the odd scuffle or mishap when trading goods with one another or even when one of them was found in the outskirts of Ashfeld without authorization or at least, a reason to be there.

As they made their way through the long halls of the Arc Manor, Jeanne quickly turned to her little brother and smiled sweetly as she folded her hands together in front of her dress.

"Jaune?"

"Hm?"

"What do you wish to be when you grow up? Would you like to be like Father and go into politics? I know you are really good at coming up with strategies, especially when you play with our younger sisters… So, you could become a tactician perhaps?"

The offers his older sister had given were tempting in some respects but Jaune knew at heart, that he wanted to be something more than just a politician and stay behind closed doors, working on papers and only saying things that could lead to either prosperity or destruction… So, for the first time, the blonde-haired boy decided to share his dream.

"I… I want to be a hero."

Jeanne suddenly stopped when she saw that her brother had stopped walking too. She turned to look at him in bewilderment, knowing exactly what he meant by his answer but as soon as her own pair of blue eyes met his cobalt? Jeanne could see the determination and seriousness in her little brother's eyes… It almost made him look more mature and somehow, like a completely different person to the one she and the rest of the family had come to know and love.

Her bewilderment turned to stun as she felt herself becoming smaller under his gaze but decided to clear her throat and nod gently with a smile. After a moment, Jaune turned to look forward and see nothing but red… In that single moment, did his life change forever and his eyes opened to the world before him.

Ruby Rose was many things when it came to being a warrior. She was calm, collected, fast, quiet and calculating… She was only like this when she was faced with danger and her duty as a shinobi. But a socialist, she was not. Her silver eyes glared daggers at the scribe who had asked her to join the Iron Arc which somehow, miraculously, she said yes to. Her cheeks flushed slightly in an angry manner which easily contrasted with her red tinted short hair, which surprised the silver haired scribe in front of her.

"What? Why do I need to work with others to do my job?"

"Because Miss Rose, it is important that when assigned a mission, you will be acquired to be in teams of four to make sure the mission is successful. Having a team and working together is what leads us to victory."

Ruby couldn't believe what she was hearing. A team? Her fighting style allows her to work alone! She can't do that if she has a team with her for crying out loud.

"I can work alone, Ozpin."

"I know you are more than capable Miss Rose but unfortunately, it is under regulations that you join a team that suits your strengths as well as cover your weaknesses."

"And who made such a thing a 'regulation' within the faction?"

"Why our leader of course."

The red-haired shinobi rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, clearly showing that she was not satisfied with the scribe's answer.

"And who is the leader?!"

Her features quirked up into one of confusion and obliviousness as she saw Ozpin give her a knowing smile, easily putting her on edge almost instantly.

"… Our leader is-"

"Sir Ozpin!"

The robed scribe was quickly cut off as he and Ruby watched one of the guards wandered into the great hall of their faction's home base, using the faction's salute which consisted of their right fist over their hearts before kneeling down on one knee.

"My deepest apologies for interrupting your discussion Sir…"

"What is it soldier?"

"Sir, he has awakened."

"Ah… Thank you, soldier. Summon our second in command to his chambers, she would like to see him."

"Sir!"

And with that, the guard soldier quickly retreated from the room to do his task. However, for one Ruby Rose, this whole ordeal was just making her even more confused. Before she could even utter a word to the scribe beside her, he had already began speaking.

"You desire to know our leader Miss Rose? Then follow me. There is still much to discuss."

By the time Jaune opened his eyes, he couldn't stop himself from lurching up and forward but as soon as he made that sudden movement did a searing amount of pain run straight through his entire body. His teeth gritted, and jaws clenched against one another, a deep and painful groan escaping his throat as he slowly lay back down in the bed he was in. Wait…

"Bed?"

The blonde-haired man looked around and saw that he was most definitely not in the Myre… Oh no, he was back in Ashfeld. And he knew exactly who was responsible for this cause of action.

"That slimy robed bastard…"

It was a silently muttered curse that passed his lips before he managed to slowly sit up and swing his legs round to the edge of the bed. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde locks before looking down at himself. Bandages were wrapped around his abdomen, right bicep and shoulder, though he felt as if his right arm weighed a ton considering that an arrow was put into the back of his shoulder.

He looked to his right slightly and saw a clean set of clothes on a small table as well as his pair of brown shin high boots on the floor. His armour wasn't here and he couldn't help but frown at that but dismissed for the moment as he saw his sword leaning up against the wall with his scabbard… He thought he actually lost that back in the Myre. The sword itself was rather simple but to Jaune, it was something that he would hold dearly to his person and heart.

The sword itself was a longsword, one that had seen battle more times than he could count but this sword was special, since it was a family heirloom… The only piece of home he had in physical form. The hilt of the blade was simple; iron metal wrapped in blue leather and single iron ring around the middle of it. (A/N – Gardakan Hilt)

The guard of the sword was something he didn't expect on an heirloom such as this, but honestly, he couldn't bring it in himself to change it. It was an iron band that was thick near the hilt but thin out the further away it got before sprouting into three iron hoops at the end of either the middle was a block of iron which was decorated with what looked like a fanged arc with mini blade tips sprouting from the arc. (A/N – Bellius Guard)

And finally, the blade itself seemed to be the simplest part of the design but anyone could tell just by looking at it, that it seemed so sharp that one could cut themselves just by looking at it… At least, that is what the soldiers say. The blade was moderately thick and the perfect length for a longsword, with a single valley going from the base to right near the tip of the blade. Even after all this time, it still looked to be in pristine condition, as if it just came out of the forge mere minutes ago. (A/N – Rogan Blade)

Jaune found himself smiling lightly yet fondly at the blade that had saved his life more times than anything else in this world. However, he shook his head slightly as thoughts seemed to want to seep into his mind and after that dream he had? Well, it seemed he had enough time remembering them anyhow.

Slowly rising to his feet, the blonde-haired man moved carefully over to the small table to grab the fresh set of clothes and proceed to put them on carefully without disturbing his recovering wounds. Just as he put on his pants and went to do his belt, Jaune heard a knock and footsteps stop at his door.

"My Lord, are you awake?"

A quick sigh escaped his lips, his head bowing slightly as he was once again reminded of the position he didn't want nor deserve.

"Yes."

"Would you like some assistance in helping you get dressed for the day My Lord?"

"No… No, thank you. But can you notify the Scribe that I'm awake please? I need to speak with him."

"Right away My Lord."

And with that, the feet behind the door that held the womanly voice was gone. He waited a moment until he knew for sure she was gone before continuing to get himself changed. He put his boots on next before carefully putting on a rough cloth long sleeved shirt, pulling lightly on the small strings at the top of it so it didn't unnecessarily fall down.

Jaune then placed his sword, Crocea Mors, into its sheath before beginning to bring the belt around his waist and buckle it up. However, as he was doing this, he heard multiple footsteps down the hallway coming straight towards his room… A sigh was quick to pass his lips.

A sudden knock was given against his door and all he could do was run his hand through his hair once more as he turned his back to the door, his hands now leaning on the small table and his head bowed and eyes closed.

"Come in."

In an instant, the door was open and a total of five figures wandered into the chambers. The blonde-haired man didn't even need to turn around to know who they were, but he knew he couldn't keep his eyes closed forever.

"Your Grace…"

"I'm not a damn leader Ozpin, let alone a Lord or King."

"The laws of fate seem to think otherwise, Your Grace."

Jaune scoffed before turning around and standing up to his full height, his features hardening a moment as he stared down at the silver haired man before him… Then he looked to the right to see a bunch of faces looking directly at him. Mostly ones of displeasure or even disgust for that matter. However, there was one who just looked confused…

"So, he recruited the shinobi?"

Jaune looked over to the other faces again, seeing three people with three different coloured hairs… One was pure white, one was pure black and the other was a crimson red. He sighed under his breath, his shoulders sagging some before he raised his left hand up to rub his eyes. Today was definitely going to be a long day.

"Now then, I think introductions are needed. Everyone, this young shinobi right here, is Ruby Rose. She will be joining our ranks to help fulfil our duties and order to our world."

Ozpin stepped back as Ruby turned to the other four faces in the room, silently bowing out of respect. She could recognise one of the other women in the room, however only by attire… Since that attire belonged to the Samurai.

Said Samurai was quick lift her chin and give her a slight nod, their hand going around the hilt of their katana.

"Weiss Schnee of the Orochi."

Ruby's gaze slowly turned itself over to the black-haired woman beside the white-haired woman now known as Weiss. The black-haired woman's amber eyes were piercing straight into her silver, like a cat would before snatching their prey.

"Blake Belladonna. Peacekeeper."

The red-haired woman smiled slightly before turning to the taller woman beside the black-haired woman now known as Blake. Ruby could clearly tell that this woman was of Viking origin considering their furred and leather attire as well as the lean yet muscular build they had. But somehow, despite her intimidating appearance, she had one of the beautiful faces she had ever seen… And that red hair and those emerald eyes seemed to enhance that beauty she held.

"Pyrrha Nikos. A former Valkyrie of Valkenheim."

Ruby nodded gently before finally turning her gaze to the blonde-haired man, who she now had only just noticed had a light stubble on his face. And that sword… She recognised that sword a few days ago when she was in the Myre, when she watched that lone knight wander in…

"Wait, you are that knight from before!"

Jaune could only go wide eyed a moment, his cobalt eyes suddenly going over to the red-haired Valkyrie who looked about ready to have more than a few words with him. A light chuckle was heard from the scribe beside them and Ozpin couldn't contain himself any longer.

"That he is Miss Rose… This man here, is the legend known as 'White Lightning'. A single Warden who takes on the mercenary forces and the main forces of the Blackstone legion alone. But here, he is known as Jaune Arc, the leader of the Iron Arc."

To say Ruby Rose was shocked, was an understatement. How could a man who was barely a few years older than her become a legend in such a short amount of time as well as look like a complete and utterly reckless fool?

"Now that we are done with introductions, how about we eat and… Discuss our leader's actions recently?"

Without hesitation, Weiss, Blake and Pyrrha were quick to leave and heads to the great hall with Ruby slowly following behind them which left Ozpin and Jaune in the room alone.

"I'm going to die, aren't I Ozpin?"

"Perhaps Your Grace… So, let's just hope your excuse is a formidable one."

And with that, both men made their way down to the great hall.

Thanks for reading.