Like fire and lightning did the two of them sweep across the field; leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The men and women, young and old, Hunters and Huntress watched in awe as the pair cut through the mass of Grimm like a sickle through wheat.
Like dolls were the soulless creatures of Remnant ripped, crushed, torn and tossed by the being covered in a pure white light, who roared and screamed with a burning rage that decimated what could be considered a heavenly visage; becoming more of a terrifying presence as it savagely attacked the Grimm like a wild, untamed beast.
Like paper were those enemies of men cut, sliced, diced and decapitated by that crimson blur; a trail of dead lying in its wake as it continued to flicker in and out of view; a ghostly visage on the battlefield who attacked with a hauntingly beautiful grace.
None dared to join the battle. None dare to interrupt. None dared to disrupt that terrifying, inhuman display of power. All they did was watch. Watch as they continued to kill. Watch as they continued to destroy. Watch as the battle drew to a close, as the being of white thrust its mighty fist through the head of the final Grimm; letting out one, final roar as the battle was done.
Then, just as quickly as those two had appeared, they vanished, leaving a stunned populace behind.
'Asura.' Adam asked as they sat around the campfire the red haired man had set up. 'Was it truly wise to get involved in that matter?'
Jaune grunted at his brother. 'What did you expect us to do Yasha? Simply sit by as that town was destroyed?'
Adam rolled his eyes under his mask. 'Of course not. However, we were not exactly subtle in our approach. Whether we wished for it or not, I am a wanted man in this world while you.' Adam smirked as he pointed at Jaune. 'Are the least impressive specimen of a Human I have come across.'
Jaune scowled, then smirked. 'At least I don't have to hide my face behind a mask. I bet you got the short end of the stick and ended up ugly as hell.' He snorted. 'I doubt you could find a wife like that.'
Adam frowned and touched his mask. 'I will have you know that you are mistaken in that regard.' He paused. 'Wait, are you implying that you could find a partner before I?'
Jaune's smirk still remained. 'Of course. As I recall, you couldn't even find a wife in your last life. I doubt you could even find one now.'
The usually calm Adam began to tap the hilt of his weapon, entertaining the thought of stabbing his brother repeatedly. He decided against it. 'That may be, but you weren't exactly a ladies man yourself. You didn't have women jumping at you from every corner.'
'Your sister did.'
The silence that followed, which under normal circumstances could be considered awkward or tense, was neither for the two of them. It was a silence of remembering what and who they had lost. Though neither understood how they ended up in this world, the fact remained that they were here. Which could mean...
'Yasha.' Jaune asked, his voice surprisingly soft. 'Do you...do you think she's out there?'
Adam shook his head. 'I don't know, Asura, but if we are here then there is a chance.' The masked man stood up. 'Which is why we should get back to training. I have no desire for my sister and niece to have to live in another world under threat from such ugly creatures.'
Jaune nodded and got to his feet. Cracking his knuckles and getting into his fighting stance, the blonde waited for his brother to do the same. When he did so, the two of them charged at one another, beginning another in a series of brutal sparring sessions.
Jaune and Adam continued to train till early hours of the morning, and still they didn't stop. So consumed where they that neither picked up the presence of the group that had arrived at their destination.
It was neither the gasps of surprise or the quick lowering of weapons that broke them out of their battle trance.
No.
It was a single name, uttered softly by a pair of thin, trembling lips.
'Jaune?'
The two stopped what they were doing, and the blondes head turned to see...