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Finally. Summon me.
Fenrir's unmasked portion of her face lost color before her bottom got the chance to touch the leather seat. The staff that noticed the color loss moved to counsel their boss but was stopped before they even had the chance to take a step forward. Fenrir had immediately stood back up and asked everyone to leave the room including Sun and Penny on excuse of a sudden case of claustrophobia and needed some space.
Penny actions grew frantic at the sight of the paling CEO and literally threw everyone out the meeting room. As she turned around her eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sight before her.
Fenrir had her family heirloom pressed against her left palm.
The heirloom; a Curtana classed sword with its blade no longer than 25 inches in length and 2 inches at its widest point. An elegant language decorated the blueish-white fuller in white. The blade itself is pure white. The hilt forged from pure silver with four notches designed to protect the wielder's hand as well as catch the enemy's sword. So much blue dust was used to make the soft metal unbreakable, that it glowed a light tint of blue in the light. Crimson red leather wrapped the handle in a katana styled grip. The grip is held in place by the pommel, a wolf's head made of pure white silver with eyes made from ice dust crystals.
Before Penny could run to stop Fenrir from injuring herself, Sun threw her over his shoulder and walked out, slamming the double doors closed. Penny tried to break free from Sun's grasp, but stopped when Sun whispered into her ear. Even though she knew what Fenrir was doing now, her face still etched with worry.
Chanting in a foreign language, Fenrir slit her left palm open and smeared her blood across the flat of the blade. The white blade turned blood-red as it absorbed the blood through the glowing inscription.
As the chant ended her left hand miraculously healed. Holding the blood-red sword in her left hand, Fenrir summoned a black glyph with her symbol in red with a flick of her wrist. As quick as it was summoned, she slashed the glyph perfectly in half. Instead of dispersing, the edges of the glyph glowed and eerie light blue and slid apart as if it was a pair of sliding doors.
"Let the world say what the will. For you shall forever be my steed. Hear my call and rise once more, the chains that binds me to this world. Come forth Gleipnir!"
Throwing open the double doors, a frazzled Fenrir stormed her way to the elevator as she shouted orders. "Sun, mobilize the lupine division and have the infantry on standby with medics among their ranks. Penny, I need you in the central command room. I need visual and data on the inbound train. Meeting attendees, please continue with the presentations. You are to write reports about your decisions. I will make final decisions when I am back."
Done with the orders, silence filled the air and nobody moved. The employees were either stunned with Fenrir's outburst or wondering where the large wolf came from. The wolf definitely wasn't in the room before and not once had anyone seen their hyper energetic laid back CEO so pale and frightened.
Well all were silent, but one. Can you guess who?
"I'm reconnaissance ready!" Penny claimed as she snapped everyone out of their stupor. Unfazed by Fenrir's appearance she trailed after the wolf. All she cared about was her friend needed her, and help is what she's going to give.
Sun touched his ear and mumbled something incoherent to others as he chased after the small group. "The Lupine division will be ready to leave in ten. What happened Fenrir?" He informed the group when he caught up to them waiting for the elevator.
"Weiss. Have them follow my trail, I shall be leaving immediately." Fenrir said through gritted teeth after the group of four entered the elevator.
"Are we going to visit Princess Weiss?" Questioned an oblivious giddy Penny. She liked Weiss. Weiss makes Fenrir happy, thus Weiss makes her happy.
"No Penny. The White Fang had a vague idea where we are and Weiss decided the best route to us is by train with Silber as her only companion. A big mistake." Fenrir explained as her aura filled with anger, causing the wolf to whine.
"Princess Squad to the Rescue!" Restraining herself from mauling the monkey, Fenrir settled for a death glare. "Okay. Too soon." Squeaked the monkey as he cowered into the corner furthest away from Fenrir.
*ding*
Saved by the bell. "This is my stop! Bye!" As soon as the elevator doors opened, he scurried out into the hallway towards the armory.
"Is Fenrir not going to get combat ready?" Penny asked as the elevator doors closed. Fenrir, dressed in a red dress shirt, with black slacks held up by silver suspenders and donned a silver tie.
"Oh yea... Thanks Penny." Handing Penny her heirloom, Fenrir loosened her tie and unbuttoned her dress shirt, revealing a sleeveless and backless turtle neck shirt that stopped right under her chest, exposing her stomach. Snapping off her suspenders, she wiggled out of her slacks to show off her pair of black spandex. She removed her belt from the slacks and buckled it once more so it rested on her hips. Taking her heirloom back, she tucked it into her belt.
If a wolf can scoff, it would have made that noise but it barked instead. The innocent actions of Fenrir had been too much for the wolf and Penny, for both were blushing real hard at what just happened.
"I think Fenrir misunderstood what I meant. I did not mean the frick frack combat ready. But if Fenrir want..." Penny meekly said twiddling her fingers.
"PENNY! Wha...what makes you think that?!" Fenrir reeled back in surprise with her hands frantically flailing about.
"Is that not why Fenrir undressed in front of me?" Penny tilted her head slightly in confusion.
"No Penny! That's not...ugh. Wow. Just wow. No Penny." Fenrir buried her face into her palms.
"Is something wrong Fenrir?"
"No Penny, this is where you get off."
"So, no -"
"No Penny, just forget it and get me the information I need."
"Do no worry Fenrir. I'm reconnaissance ready!" Penny shouted as the elevator door closed once more.
The elevator door opened in the lobby and out strolled a half naked female Faunus, who looked like she just had sex in the elevator, with a wolf at her heel. A jaw dropping sight to for the employees in the vicinity. Too bad they were all too stunned or had fainted from blood loss to whip out a camera and take a picture or a few.
Upon reaching her mode of transportation, a black and red dustcycle, the Faunus popped open the storage compartment to retrieve a black sleeveless trench coat and a red obi. Throwing in her excess clothes she slipped out of her dress-shirt and tie and into the trench coat. The trench coat consisted of a red half-cape that draped over the right arm held in place by a pauldron, a collar of which she popped up, a large hood with red lining sat on the outside lining of the collar, and an excessive amount of buckles line the opening. Taking her sheathed heirloom, hidden in her excess clothes, she strapped it to the red obi by sliding the cloth through two slots on the underside of the sheath. Tying the obi around her waist, the heirloom sat horizontal across the small of her back.
Checking everything was strapped on correctly, wouldn't want to drop her heirloom, the Faunus retrieved her helmet and slammed the compartment shut. Jamming on the helmet, she straddled her beloved dustcycle once more as rose petals escaped from the space under the helmet. The wolf that had followed her had sprinted off the moment they left the building. "Let's ride, Black Thorn. We have a train to chase."
Sticking the key into the ignition, she rev the bike twice and skidded out of the parking lot.
Ahh, the ice's cracking. Flaring her aura Weiss forced what little aura she had regained and more to reinforce the ice. The crack mended, but she knew it won't hold for much longer. Got to think of something fast, anymore and I might just turn into Grimm. Reaching into her pouch on her belt, she searched for her scroll. Why did I not think of this ear- ah...that's why.
Weiss's scroll was in the inside right breast pocket of her cloak. The same cloak Adam had fallen into. The scroll probably broken by now or Adam, if he's alive, was up to no good with it. That's if he had the tech support to unlock the scroll.
I hope it's broken. Maybe Yang will check her scroll for once and come to my rescue. Who am kidding?...Ah... It burns... The backlash of exhausting one's aura supply was starting to hit Weiss, as she curled into a ball. Sheer willpower and the drive to survive kept her semi-conscious.
"Hey!" A voice rung out. "What's the hold up? We're not exactly the most inconspicuous bunch of kidnappers right now, so why don't you animals pick up the pace. Where's your leader anyways?"
"Roman." Weiss spat out in disgusted but pained voice. Roman was not able to hear her through the thickness of the ice, but Weiss heard him clearly. What Is he doing here? Are they work- ahhh.. The pain... Curling into a tighter ball, Weiss was lost in the world of pain. She focused on her breathing and staying conscious for as long as possible. Tuning out rest of the world, for the noise only caused her a greater amount of pain.
"Bbbb...Boss." A thug ran up to Roman and mumbled something.
"Speak up you nitwit."
"Yes boss, Adam Taurus was thrown off the train by the heiress."
"He truly is bullshit. Allow me to show you how things are done." Knocking the henchmen over the side with his cane he reached into his jacket and pulled out a red crystal and watched the henchmen scramble for his life. "You were worth every cent, truly you were."
"Boss!" The voice stopped Roman in mid throw. Lowering his arm he turned around to address the voice while he impatiently tapped his foot. He did not like being interrupted. "This better be good. Where's the mutt you were supposed to detain?"
"We struck the wolf one too many times with the shock lances. Sorry. But It dies just like the creatures of Grimm. "
"What part of kidnap the mutt did you not get you imbecile! Must I do everything myself?"
"Sorry boss, but the wolf refused to go-"
"Sure, sure, just kidnap and not kill the heiress this time please." He tossed the red crystal towards the ice dome. "Fire in the hole!" Not waiting for his companions to move, he shot the crystal as it bounced off the top of the ice dome and it went up in a large explosion. "Now that's how it's-"
"ROMAN!" A voice snarled out. The black cloud following the explosion lifted, revealing a black knight brandishing a whitish-blue spear mounted upon a red and black steel horse* outlined in a deep crimson red. Her aura had prevented her and her steed from the explosion.
"Why hello Sir Red, aren't you a tad late to save the princess?" The henchmen that were not affected by the explosion charged at knight brandishing their swords.
The knight dismounted from her metal steed into a crouch, sweeping the charging minions off their feet with a wide swing of her spear. Those who jumped to avoid the initial attack were knocked over the side of the train as the spear came back around.
"Give it up Roman and I just may let you live for what you have done." With the henchmen out of the way, the knight slowly stood up and reverted the spear back into its original form, a sword and its sheath.
"Sorry, no can -" more henchmen appeared as Roman shifted into a battle stance. Just to be knocked over by a large ball of fur before he even got the chance to take aim.
A howl vibrated from the beast above Roman. A multitude of howls chorused from a distance, indicating that reinforcements were not too far behind.
"What the-! Aren't you supposed to be dead?" With the loss of his weapon, Roman strained his neck to snuff his cigar on the wolf. The wolf yelped in surprised and reeled back onto its hind legs, freeing Roman from its hold. Quickly retrieving his candy cane he fired at the wolf before it regained its composure. Unfortunately the cigar burn did nothing but surprise the wolf. The wolf barely dodged Roman's shot before it was forced fight a incoming wave of henchmen with the villain taking shots at it.
Taking advantage of Roman's distracted state, the Knight moved to check on the heiress. A combination of fear and anger overwhelmed the knight as she turned around.
There lied the Schnee Heiress in her shattered ice dome, curled up tightly as if she was an armadillo. The prior explosion had sent an endless wave of pain through her tiny body. Her ice dome shattered from the sheer force of the vibrations.
The knight could only imagine what could have happened if she didn't arrive at the time she did.
An aura filled with innocence and warmth swept over Weiss causing her to unwound herself and search for the source. The smell of roses filled her nostrils as a blob of red and black filled her vision. Schwarz? She tensed as a soft hand cupped her face, but slowly relaxed and nuzzled further into the radiating warmth. The presence made her feel safe warm. It was lulling her into the world of unconsciousness and there was only one person who could make her feel that way with just a simple touch. No... it can't be... "Ruby?" Weiss whispered as two liquid pools of silver, one filled with anger and the other concern filled her vision before her world finally turned black.
The heiress felt cold to her touch and when she fell limp after nuzzling further into her hand, the knight feared for the worst. Weiss was cold. Oh so very cold.
Anger and concern turned into rage. The thin line of aura started thicken and spout off into violent whipping crimson tendrils. A deep yet low growl sounded from the crouching Knight.
Gently lowering the heiress's head to the ground, the knight stood up with her hands clenched tightly and her figure shoke with anger. "ROMAN!" She roared and quickly spun around stare down the white themed criminal who was still trying to land a shot on the silver wolf.
Strutting her way towards the criminals her body increasingly pulsates with bloodlust. Her canines elongates with each step as her claws itches to extend in search of blood. Roman's blood. Her tail unfurls from her waist and swished around in impatience.
"Run! It's a pureblood!" Shouted a White Fang member.
"One pureblood can't take us all down you imbecile! Take her down! Then capture the heiress!" Shouted another White Fang member.
If they could have seen the knight's face, the feral smirk that adorned it would have been a great warning. Blood rained from the sky. The henchmen tried to jump the knight all at once. Unfortunately, they forgot the knight was a master in wielding wide ranged weapons. She had taken less than a second to shift her sheathed sword back into spear mode and perfectly cleaved every airborne attacker in half. Not a beat missed as she stalked towards Roman. A faint voice was calling for her, but she ignored it in favor of revenge. Growls rumbled from deep within with every wave of henchmen that stood in her path, yet her advance ever faltered.
When she was just a spear length away from her target, a silver streak plowed her down. Two deep growls emanated from both figures. Silver eyes glared into icy blue ones."Get off of me you mangy mutt."
Her inner animal was talking and pressing for inside her, demanding to take revenge.
Fenrir you must control yourself. You mustn't let them know. The silver wolf had the knight pinned, but it didn't stop the knight from trashing around in attempt to throw the wolf off.
They killed Weiss! Gleipnir! I must-
Weiss is still alive. For now that is. Fenrir stilled.
She's alive...?
Yes. She-
But she's so cold... The knight shivered in remembrance and her anger began to rise once more.
Fenrir. Snapped the wolf. Damn Fenrir and her wandering mind. Her aura is almost gone and you know what happens a being with no aura. Forget the malice and go save the heiress.
Lucky for the two, the Calvary came just in time to allow them to converse.
Pushing back her inner animal, Fenrir refused to succumb to its desires. She fought for dominance, for the power of her body, for the need to save the heiress. Once the inner battle was won, the crimson aura knight let loose a howl filled with anguish. Her violent aura spiked into the sky with the howl.
With her anguish released, her aura settled back into the thin crimson layer. Then she dissolved into a flutter of white rose petals just to reappear next to the heiress with her hands cupped and brows furrowed in concentration.
A few minutes later she opened her hands to reveal a perfect white-silver rose, pulsating with power. Grinning at her accomplishment she carefully place the rose above the heiress's heart. Seeing the rose sink itself into the heiress's body as well as seeing some color coming back into the heiress face was when the knight finally let herself pass out.
The princess was safe. For now.
* I just wanted to say, Knights don't ride motorcycles. They ride metal 'horses'.
