Chapter #3: Unfamiliar land part #3 – CNYRN

Cardin

The elder man who'd approached him and to a great extent intimidated him, asked Cardin only a few questions. If he knew who he was, the answer was no. If he knew where he was, the answer was no. If he knew what continent he was on, the answer was no. If he supported the king, to which the answer was, "There is no King in Vale. A government rules over the people and the military protected the boarders".

The man then told Cardin who is was, where they were, what continent they were on, and that he was sworn to serve the King who sat on the Iron Throne and ruled over the Seven Kingdoms. Cardin knew there were only four on Remnant and thought the man lying to his face, he ended up laughing, thinking it was all someone trying to play a joke on him. But the man's hard face and unyielding gaze soon made it clear he was being dead serious.

Cardin was escorted into the castle known as Casterly Rock which was located near the edge of a cliff on a rocky promontory overlooking the Sunset Sea. Cardin sniggered at the name of the sea. They named it because the sun sets in the west. Morons. The castle overlooked the major city of Lannisport, a seaport city also ruled by the Lannisters as Cardin had learned was the family name of the old, stern looking man.

He was made know that a major goldmine was located under Casterly Rock. Gold made Cardin smile, even on Remnant it would still bring in a lot of money, but as he thought about ways he could go about exploiting it he was led to what he felt was a training area. The man leading him was referred to as Lord Tywin Lannister.

The old man is a Lord? Then he's rich, right? Cardin asks himself as the men around the Tywin seemed to be both fearful and respectful. Even though he was older, he stood tall and slender, his green eyes flecked with gold held that stern gaze Cardin had first seen him with. Swords and shields were handed around while men in red and gold armour surrounded the place.

Golden lions were painted on the red shields and certain men were pointed out by another who seemed to hold some authority. He wondered what was happening for a short time, before the man revealed to be the master-at-arms instructed his men, one by one, to fight and defeat, test the unknown boy's ability since he'd already injured two other Lannister soldiers.

The soldiers took the challenge with delight, focused on injuring the boy and avenging their injured comrades. Cardin stood at an amazing six feet six inches tall, he towered over all of the soldiers like he'd done to his classmates at Beacon Academy. He could see the fear that some of the soldiers had as he slowly began working his way through the first enthusiastic fighter, then another, and another.

His mace was oddly made and the soldiers looked at it with interest and fear. He'd already broken bones and drew the blood from several soldiers. Another loud crack marked the sound of an arm breaking .Even those with shields weren't much better off as the tall boy would sometimes hold his mace with two hands and swing it with great strength.

Tywin was watching the boy eliminate man after man with ease. It got to the point where his master-at-arms asked for the testing to stop as they'd already lost over a dozen men. Tywin just ordered them to attack in twos, then threes. Tywin even added a few silver stags as more incentive to beat the boy. It gave the men more confidence if only for a time, and did reveal something interesting to the Lannister Lord.

The boy started to take hits in the places where his silver-grey armour didn't cover, which was a fair amount of him. And every time, Tywin noticed that there wasn't a scratch to be left or any small amount of blood. It was like he was protected by some sort of magic. A smile came to his face as he started to think of ways he could use the boy who could either be a great ally, or annoying and potentially dangerous enemy.

"That's enough. Thank you men, but your assistance will no longer be required". Tywin dismissed the soldiers who were still ok and the master-at-arms ordered them to take the injured to the infirmary to see what could be done to help them recover. Cardin watched from where he finished, his mace resting over his left shoulder as he met eyes with the Lord of Casterly Rock.

"Had enough of me breaking your men. I thought they'd give me more of a challenge". Although Cardin was considered a fool by some of those at Beacon, he'd been quick to realise none of the men he'd fought had an aura to protect them.

Tywin now moved closer, even he at six feet three inches tall was made small. Cardin's shoulders were broader, his head larger, not to mention he was much younger and still had growing to do in terms of strength, skill, and knowledge. Something that Tywin would use to his advantage if the boy chose to follow his orders.

"How would you feel about swearing your fealty to house Lannister? I can promise gold and eventually a title and land if you prove your worth". Cardin slowly started to smile and thought about it for a moment. Remembering when he'd denied knowing anything about where he was or his situation, Tywin had been serious about letting him know that he hadn't heard where Cardin was from and informed him of where he was now. Cardin started to struggle, he didn't completely believe the old man, but the sound of being paid and receiving land had him interested.

"And what would I need to do after swearing fealty? Do I become your servant and fetch your meals and tidy up after you?" He snorted and shook his head. The answer would be a resounding no if that was the case. Luckily for him, it was not.

"You'll become a Knight, follow my orders without question and earn honour for both yourself and my house". Tywin didn't really care about honour too much, so long as this boy Cardin helped him to make sure his legacy was remembered all the clearer and that his family name remained feared and respected.

"And you'll give me gold and make sure I'm fed?" Cardin asked back, his lack of respect was noted by the Lord.

"You'll buy your own food and armour. And you will refer to me as my Lord. I will have another knight train you so that you can speak and respect your superiors the proper way". Tywin waited and for the boy who eventually agreed to swear fealty. Although he didn't know the words or how to go about being knighted.

"A fellow knight will teach you the words. Be ready to swear your fealty to me when I call for you next". Cardin watched the old man walk away. I suppose I should wait for this knight fellow. A smirk came to his face as he waited. It's going to be easy to make a name for myself against these weaklings. Laughing to himself a few of the soldiers looked at him with concern before he glared back at them.

Neptune

Fighting off several of the men and women while taking a few hits and injuring many of them, Neptune soon had them hesitating to strike. Each time they though they landed a hit the blue-haired boy with a trident just reeled backwards or sideways without a scratch on him. Some accused him of being dead, others that he was cursed, one called him a God and was slain by his fellows for such blasphemy.

The people of the Iron Islands worshipped the Drowned God for the majority, and calling the boy a God was a great offense. Neptune was shocked that they would cut down one of their own with no apparent question about it. The men and women were still focussed on killing him, he could see the murderous intent in their eyes and it frightened him.

He'd dealt with members of the White Fang, but these were people who he'd already discovered didn't have aura. I could just shoot them all, then I could… Looking around he remembered where he was, an island with naught around but rocks, ships, and water, so much water that he already felt queasy.

Transforming his weapon into its rifle form he lines up one of them. "I'm warning you! I'll shoot! Don't come any closer!" His voice wasn't very threatening, it was clear confused about actually doing it. He'd never killed anyone before, even in self-defence. The closest he'd gotten to killing anyone was a sparring match with other students at Haven. And just before when he'd witnessed them kill one of their own, his stomach churned.

"Shoot? What in the hells does that mean boy?" A man shouted at him from the left.

"I reckon he's a mad man. But I want that thing he's got". A woman spoke to his right.

"Give it 'ere ya little cunt!" Another man said as he stepped forwards, his sword raised and his eyes, dilated black. Neptune froze for a second before pulling the trigger. A bluish spark shot forth and hit the man. The sword hit the stones beneath him and the man convulsed briefly before falling to the ground, his blood beginning to seep onto the rocks and flow do the shallow crevices before pooling in an indentation.

Three more rushed Neptune and as he fired of round after round, the hesitation he felt earlier had given away to his will to survive. In the end four people, three males and a female were sprawled over the rocks that were the battlefield they'd chased Neptune on. Their arms and legs twisted in strange ways as they fell. Their now lifeless bodies already beginning to weigh on Neptune's mind.

The others who were fighting him before took a step back now. The fear they showed was clear enough for anyone to see. Neptune's dark blue eyes showed the repulsion he already felt for what he'd done. He'd taken four lives and would have taken more if they'd continued to press him. Dear Oum… What have I done?... T-They made me do it…. I-It's their fault! She tried to tell himself internally.

His hands and arms, his whole body was shaking as he looked at the corpses he'd created. He felt like throwing up, he felt like running away. But he couldn't leave, he was trapped on this island along with people that wanted to kill him. The ironborn took a further step as he slowly met a few pairs of eyes. His weapon causing a few to flee, crying out that he wielded magic that killed me without touching them.

They were wrong in a sense, He had killed them without physically touching them, but it wasn't magic. To Neptune it made perfect sense. The bullets had hit their targets and the shuddering the bodies did was because of the electrical discharge his weapon applied to the bullets. Still he hadn't expected it to do that, to drop them each in a mere couple of shots each.

He was held in place by those who remained behind while one ran off to fetch someone to deal with the situation. None spoke to him, but they all whispered to one another at some point. Swords, axes, maces, shields, and even a couple of bows. All at the ready, all waiting for him to move. Neptune could tell his Aura had fallen a little. Their attacks caught him by surprise and several hit him because of how they mobbed him at the start.

He licked his lips tasting the salt that the waves had been throwing at him. He hated water, he feared it and being surrounded by it and people who wanted him dead. It was a feeling he'd never felt before, a feeling that had him covered in a cold sweat as he waited anxiously for the unknown to come. Death or life, pain or pleasure, the latter of both seeming more probable.

Gulls flew by yet Neptune didn't follow them. He could hear their squawks but had his life under threat. Then after a time, minutes or an hour he didn't know. To him it felt like he'd been frozen in place while everything around him moved slowly. A horse came into view and on it another warrior, another female who approached with without a hint of fear.

The woman had long legs and black hair cut short like a man's. As she got close Neptune raised his weapon in gun form to which there were cries of anger and worry. Yet the woman with wind-chafed skin didn't react at all. She wasn't here… she didn't see what I did to those… her friends. He assumes they were, not knowing this woman was the heir to the island he was on and those around them.

"So you're the kid who killed my men." She looked at the unknown object Neptune had pointed at her. "With this thing right? I called the man who told me he was mad. Let's see if it can…. Move into different shapes and I'll consider what he said true". Neptune notes that her nose looked too big and sharp for her thin face, which even though looked a little worn from the salt of the seas, was still attractive.

Yatsuhashi

Yatsuhashi found himself surrounded by guards wearing breastplate armour, pauldrons cover the shoulders and armpits, vambraces covering the forearms and elbows yet still allowing for movement. The armour was a shining steel, yet the sigil that was sown into the green banners was a golden rose. He found it odd, but many of the families and students at Beacon had emblems, sigils themselves.

Velvet his teammate had a heart with wires wrapped around hers, while his team leader Coco had a crosshair. He figured the emblems there belonged to whoever owned the fine castle he was seated in front of. It was warm yet not so hot that it made him uncomfortable, but he could see many of the guards sweating beneath the armour and gambeson.

They all had swords strapped to their hips. Not big one's like Yatsuhasi's, but smaller and lighter ones. He couldn't help but thinking how many of them he could take out, although he quickly decided not to underestimate them since he'd never seen them in action.

The sound of heavy footsteps made him turn. Towards him flanked by several guards a man was walking. The man was much shorter than Yatsuhashi, and much rounded in the mid-section. Yatsuhashi stood at seven feet tall, athletic-looking with shaved-short black hair and tanned skin. The plump man walking towards him was a little under six feet tall and was visibly much older, the greys that speckled his spade shaped beard giving it away.

The man in his lavish green tunic and golden cloak that was ill fitting stopped before him. His brown eyes looked over the towering young man before him while Yatsuhashi's own brown eyes gazed over the smaller man before taking more interest in the men in armour. He had no idea this fat man was in charge and in fact owned the castle before him.

"Good gods, look at you. How old are you my giant brown guest?" Yatsuhashi just looked down at the man who had red cheeks and was sweating slightly. He considered himself tanned, not brown.

"Nineteen." There was a pause as the youth of the giant before him only served to amaze the round man. "Who are you anyway? And where am I?"

"Nineteen." He looked around to his guards, some of which wore very sceptical faces. "My boy, or rather, young man. You are in the Reach, the most fertile lands of Westeros and I am Mace Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the South". Yatsuhashi nodded, taking in what he was told and wondered, where the hell he was.

The next few minutes they remained standing, Lord Mace Tyrell answering questions and then asking some. Yatsuhashi learned much of what the others had, while Mace Tyrell learned that Yatsuhashi fancied himself a competent warrior. A student of the sword for many years, yet he longed to test the towering boy in a trial against some of his finest men, potentially even his second and third sons.

"How would you like to test yourself against some of my men? I would like to see your abilities for myself." Mace offered with a smile, he was already giving orders and the names of the men he wanted assembled.

"No. I will fight when I need to, or when I want to train." Mace looked agitated being turned down by such a young man.

"Do you not know who I am? Who the Tyrells are?" Yatsuhashi shook his head.

"Lord is title we did not have or at least that I am not aware we had in Vale. I would listen if you were one of my teachers of someone I respected." Mace puffed up, his cheeks going even redder as the boy disrespected him in earshot and sight of his men.

"Perhaps if you were even slightly educated about the ways of our world, you would have more than your intimidation to rely on." Yatsuhashi looked down with a frown that made Mace slightly regret his choice of words. The guards flanking him were quick to reach for their swords.

The gentle sound of tapping approaches. He guards knew to part and make room while Mace continued to glare up at the beast before him. Slowly but surely a younger man wearing similar clothing approached. He had a cane in his hand and Yatsuhashi noticed that he was using it to aid him in walking a great deal. An old man and now a cripple. This is a strange place.

"Father, why don't you leave our guest with me." The younger, crippled man said in a manner that showed his father respect. Mace huffed and nodded,

"Careful my boy, he's not very well educated. I suggest you have guards with you as his fealty has not been given or pleaded as far as I know." With that Mace departed with a small huff. Neither Yatsuhashi nor the cripple said a word for a time, only when faint singing was heard did the cripple introduce himself.

"Willas Tyrell, first born son to Lord Mace Tyrell, the man you were previously disrespecting." Yatsuhashi didn't give off any emotion. He just stared at the man who was holding and leaning on his cane. "My father called you uneducated. Do his words hold any truth?"

"Your father's words were ill-founded. Reading and writing skills are basic and provided for nearly every child from my world". Willas caught his reference to his world and questioned him. The two went into a little depth and soon Willas invited Yatsuhashi to his study where the two could talk more in private.

The entire way Willas didn't do anything to make Yatsuhashi feel threatened or suspicious of his actions. Although the entire way to his study was spent in silence with the guards they passed, staring at the giant following the crippled future Lord of Highgarden. He was lead up a small flight of stairs and into a room that was filled with books, maps, and other odds and ends.

A hawk sat on a wooden perch by a window. A hound barked as the Tyrell lead Yatsuhashi inside. He has a bird and a dog in his study? What an interesting man. "Please, take a seat." And so, he did. Taking a seat and testing it to be sure it could hold his much larger frame. "Feel free to ask for anything. However, in return I will be asking things as well and I expect honest answers".

"Of course. I am relying on your honesty to help given my current situation too." With both of them appearing to respect one another and expecting the other to be honest, they began to converse. Yatsuhashi asking for an accurate location in the world, Willas provided maps of Westeros and Essos. Having seen the world of Remnant and knowing there were no large landmasses like either of those let to discover, Yatsuhashi tried to accept where he was.

Willas tested his education and general knowledge of fighting. Again, like the others tested Yatsuhashi passed easily in reading, writing, and mathematics. The Lord Tyrell was clearly impressed with his knowledge and pressed him as to where he studied. Signal and Beacon Academies for Huntsmen and Huntresses.

Yatsuhashi found their exchange enlightening and after a long while Willas offered to have him tested and if he wanted, give him a place at Highgarden as his own personal knight. There would be a few trials he'd have to pass or at least prove he was able to learn, grasp the basics. Money and food will be necessary in a new world. Perhaps working… swearing fealty to one of these… great houses is the way to go about securing my future.

"I accept your offer and will participate in the trials." The man before him smiled and got to his feet. The trials would begin that day, the first of which was to be a test of arms against a few knights. Although Yatsuhashi had told his father no, Willas had given him an offer of support in terms of things he would need to survive, and he liked the son much more than the father so accepting and taking orders from someone he'd already started to respect would be easier for him.

Reese

A black stag on a yellow backdrop spread all over the castle Reese hand learned was Storm's end. The emblem, banner, sigils as the castellan called them, wavered in the winds on the outside of the drum tower. Or hung from high archways or high on the walls inside the tower. She already learned that is was the Sigil of the house Baratheon, the current ruling family on the continent called Westeros.

The castellan, Ser Cortnay Penrose was a bald man with red beard and an old weathered face, but he had taken the time to listen to Reese and her questions. He provided her with the answers she sought out and the maps of the word. He told her about how odd she seemed to him and everyone that had seen her.

A young girl with a fair complexion and strange clothing. Her hair the colour of turquoise made her stand out far more, even more so than the orange hair several people sported. The black markings on her cheeks and pads on her elbows and knees, laced up boots made of something else. He told her she looked funny, different, and unnatural. Her mauve shirt was longer than he short sleeved hoody and gave off the slight impression that it was a short dress. Of course it wasn't, and her black tights were again something the knight hadn't seen.

She just found it odd that many of the men around the castle, who escorted her everywhere she went, wore armour that would slow them down so much. It was a question she wanted to know but didn't know how to ask it. It wasn't until she watched a training session with real swords that she understood. And the understanding made her realise that the men, at least in Storm's End, didn't have any aura.

The man had been cut, even though he'd been stuck many times on his armour the first time it made contact with skin she saw the dark redness of blood seep out from the wound. Her eyes bulged and the guards with her spoke. "Little lady hasn't seen blood inflicted that way before then?" He laughed. "He'll be find. Stormlands men are tough and that is but a scratch".

Although they were telling the truth, Reese had learned something incredible that she could definitely use to her advantage. Although he hadn't been trained with a sword, her pair of revolvers that were her hoverboard did have blades protruding from the from of them. That's when a young boy approached Reese from the direction she was walking.

"Good afternoon Ms, I was told you are a guest of Ser Cortnay's, is that true?" The young boy asked, his jet-black hair reaching down to his shoulders. His blue eyes matched the blue button up tunic. He was short and young, yet there was something Ser Cortnay had informed her about. To treat the boy with respect as even though the child was a bastard, he could well be legitimised one day. And it would be best to keep his good side.

"Yep that's me! The strange girl with funny clothing and a weirder hair colour". She gave a smile. "There anything I can do for you little man?" She said with a wide grin. She wasn't going to address him differently than she would others in her world.

"My name is Edric, what is yours?" He asked, the simple question was a surprise. Reese had figured he name and description would have been made well known throughout the castle.

"Name's Reese lil lord". The boy Edric would accompany Reese, or maybe it was the other way around since he was a potential heir to the Iron Throne. He asked her many questions. Why her hair was a funny colour, what the board she was carrying was, where she came from and if she was betrothed yet. The last one had concerned her a little as she hadn't thought much about it ever. That and the one asking was rather young.

Her own questions were more to find out more about where she was and what the situation was in Westeros. He mostly echoed the words the castellan spoke, only Edric's words were easier to believe as Reese felt the old man had lied to her. Hearing it from a youth's mouth made it really hit home that she wasn't on Remnant.

From what Reese could gather about the boy's parents, his father was King Robert Baratheon and his mother was Delena Florent. He was recognised as the King's bastard, but that meant he had very little to no claim on the throne unless he was legitimised. His ears were rather large too, but Reese didn't mention that, she was too aware that she looked out and out of place in these times that she considered old.

There were not scrolls, flying was a dream, transport was by foot, horse, or ship. The weapons were all medieval, swords, bows, spears. She was sued to coming up against such weapons in her training at Haven Academy, but there were also guns she had to combat. Here in this world she knew she'd have the advantage over everyone, at least until her ammunition ran out and even then, her aura was a huge advantage.

Neopolitan

The return trip to Sunspear was an odd one. The prince who had revealed himself to be Oberyn Martell, had asked the strange girl several questions. Questions he had to repeatedly ask because of the complete silence the girl gave him.

Even with the gift of a horse to ride on, Neopolitan, or Neo for short, didn't answer. She had to have the stirrups adjusted so she could ride solo, at a towering four feet ten inches tall Neo had the least imposing stature he'd ever seen. But her calm and quiet demeanour made Oberyn very cautious. His time away from Dorne and travelling the world had taught him many things, one major one was that size didn't matter.

Short and dressed in a strange combination of black, white, pink, and brown, Oberyn thought she was from Essos where some people dressed strangely. He'd seen men with purple beards and green hair, men with paled faces and dark skin dur to the makeup they wore. However, this girl never answered a question. She just rode on and followed them to the capital of Dorne.

Neo was busy looking around the area she was in. Vast fields of sand, rocky outcrops, bones of long dead animals and very little in terms of greenery. Feeling the sun beating down on her poor skin she popped her umbrella open while she rode. The guards gave her strange and wary looks. Neo just gave them back a calm and confident smile.

Riding into the walled settlement of Sunspear was something new for Neo, she'd been here and there, all over Vale and to other parts of Remnant. But she'd never been to place quite like Sunspear. The housing pushed up against the outer wall confused her. There the people would be exposed to the Grimm, not only that but it would be the perfect spot to hide out for the White Fang and her partner Roman.

Yet they didn't stop at the wall, they rode through it and two more gates, heading straight for the more luxurious parts of the city. The smells were amazing to Neo, salt from the sea that was so close, the smells rising from the labyrinth of buildings below. The rancid smells and sounds of intercourse as they rode past many brothels, some of which the lead rider, Prince Oberyn would unashamedly wave at. This man doesn't seem to mind letting others know of his sexual desires. Neo thought with a small smirk.

As they reached the palace portion of the settlement, Neo swung a leg over and dismounted easily and much quicker than any of the men around her. They gave her a stern look as several of them take the horses to the stables. The soldiers, she assumed they were because of their swords and metal armour soon departed. Their brightly coloured flowing robes covering the metal parts of their armour was strange to her.

The decorated robes were coloured yellow and had emblems over silver, grey, and brown woven into them. Her attention then turned to the buildings around her. The main one taking her interest was the tallest in the city. It reached into the sky and looked like a spear. Soft footsteps sounded behind her, but Neo didn't budge, she just continued to look up as the sun glistened off the stretching tower.

"Marvellous isn't it." The voice said sounding less than proud of the structure. Neo just shrugged before turning on her heel to look up at the olive-skinned man with thin eyebrows and eyes like a snake. His hair black with a tiny amount of silver streaks indicating his possible age. "We call it The Spear Tower, over a hundred feet tall and is the first thing anyone sees when they come to Sunspear."

Neo let her admiration for such a building show in her eyes, pink and brown with black pupils. She glanced back to the tower now knowing its name and smiled before looking back to the man. She knew him to be a prince from when he introduced himself to her, and with the title Prince, she knew he should have some wealth.

But that trail of thinking was interrupted as woman with similarly coloured skin arrived. Her black hair trailed behind her as she strode towards them. She didn't even acknowledge Neo before she embraced the man. Oberyn and the woman shared a passionate kiss before they both turned their eyes upon the childlike Neo.

"Who's the kid?" The woman asked.

"Now now my love. She hasn't spoken a word yet". Oberyn informed her with a smile. The woman rounded on Neo trying to intimidate the short girl. Neo smirked, and relaxed into a pose with one hand holding the handle of her umbrella and her other hand the tip.

"She's a pale thing. You sick or something child?" As she asked, she reached out to touch Neo. A slight touch is all the woman managed before Neo moved so quickly that neither of the Dornish had time to react. Hooking the handle of her umbrella around the woman's neck she pulled the woman forwards before stepping forwards quickly and letting the handle of the umbrella catch on the front of the woman's throat. Stopping the woman's forward momentum with a hard jerk.

There was a cough and groan followed by the sound of a mass hitting the concrete ground. Oberyn had his hand on the hilt of his dagger that he always kept at his back. He and Neo stared at one another while many guards and women ran towards the chaos Neo had already caused.

Yelling erupted, swords were drawn, threats were directed at her and only her for harming the Prince's woman. These people could entertain me for a while I suppose, but who first? Neo thought to herself. Her confident smile that was still shining brightly put some of the guards on edge. "She's crazy!", "Mad bitch!" Neo just covered her mouth with one hand and gave a soft, soundless laugh.

Oberyn himself was staring at her and telling his daughters… He has daughters. Which ones are they? Looking around Neo could only find a few females, all with various weapons pointed at her. Yes, they could entertain me for a while.

"Everyone stop. I'd like to converse with the girl. She demonstrated she is dangerous and I'd like to see more." Oberyn approached her carefully. He wasn't armoured like the others, she could tell he was mostly in leather, light and more manoeuvrable. He looked different as he approached, cautious and knowing. Her eyes narrowed on him and she nodded.

"How would you like to show me what you can do in a controlled environment. Not major injuries but there will be bumps and bruises." Oberyn offered the mute. None of them knew she was a mute but that didn't change a thing to Neo, people either got her or they didn't. Those that didn't well…

"Father? How can you let that short bitch go unpunished?" One of the woman called out. Black hair braided and resting on her chest, her eyes like Prince Oberyn's and a sword in her hand. She was obviously one of his daughters. The one next to her with a spear had brown hair and was larger, yet her eyes were closer than most peoples and her hair was tied back brown. Yet the resemblance to Oberyn was there, even as an outsider Neo could tell she came from him.

"She will not go unpunished. I'll be giving you and your sisters plenty of chances to make her suffer." At that the two girls next to one another grinned. Neo returned the smile, eager to see what these girls who the prince obviously rated highly would do against her. This place really will be fun.

Note: I could not find Cardin's exact height so I went from this reference. (It should also be noted that Cardin is very tall. He stands at least a head above the rest of his teammates.) Which I took from the RWBY Wiki, in case anyone wanted to know why. He was still taller than Jaune by a head. And Jaune is 6'1" tall.