Notes:

In TF2 canon, Spy is heavily implied to be Scout's dad.

Here's a full list of what the mercenaries' names are. Some of them have official names while others don't. Italics mark out unofficial names.

Soldier: John Doe (Goes by Jane Doe sometimes, but I feel like he just calls himself that cuz he heard some American soldiers say that for missing soldiers.)

Heavy: Mikhail (Misha for short) Cherinkov

Medic: Friedrich Heilburger

Pyro: Unknown (I am NOT going there!)

Scout: William Charleston

Sniper: Rick Mundy

Spy: Jacques Moreau

Engineer: Dell Conagher

Demoman: Tavish Degroot

I use Google Translate. Don't rekt me for bad German please.

Don't try to read the German portion unless you're like me and like attempting to read foreign languages. Don't rekt me cuz I'm American plz.

For those of you who don't know, in TF2 canon, Pyro does not see the world as you and I would. He thinks the world is full of lollipops and rainbows while in reality he is causinh death and destruction wherever it goes. And yes, I refer to Pyro as it, her, and him interchangeably. That's how it could be friends with Neo.

This last bit is completely unrelated to the story, but 'Mikhail' is the Russian form of 'Michael'. Got to say, Heavy don't look like the type of guy who's name is Michael.


Mercs' House, After Team RWBY left, The Basement

The mercenaries were all down in the basement, staring down Roman Torchwick, who was putting on a brave face, but we all know he is at least a little scared. Especially since the nine men before him are some of the toughest, ballsiest, craziest, and badass motherfuckers Remnant will ever see, in that particular combination at least. Also, if you don't count Saxton Hale, that is. The mercenaries had set up chairs and tables in the basement for their interrogation session with Roman. Scout removed Roman's gag, and they started questioning him.

"I'll do this alone gentlemen. I don't want you to break him so soon. Literally." Spy said to his friends before moving on to Torchwick.

"Evening Torchwick…" Spy began. "Those girls are gone now. Which means we can start asking questions now." Spy leaned inwards.

"Who are you working for?" Roman chuckled while Spy raised a brow at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing…" Roman said softly. "It's just that a few hours ago, I was the one asking questions. The irony, eh?"

"Yes, hilarious." Spy said unamused while putting out his cigarette. He looked back at his friends, who were honestly just relaxing in the basement as if an interrogation was not happening right now. Scout, Demo, Engie, and Sniper were playing a racing game on a console they set up.

"Now answer the question." Spy took out another cigarette.

"Oh, please. Why should I tell you anything? You're just going to send me to jail like any other huntsmen or cop would once you're done with me." He said smugly. "I'm not telling you a single thing." That statement caused a menacing chuckle from the mercenaries.

"Really now Mr. Torchwick? Well…" Spy lit his cigarette before continuing. "I will tell you right now, that if you keep up this act, we will be the ones going to jail." Roman looked at him confused.

"Provided that they find your body. And your families'." Roman's face got really serious.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying just that. We will kill you and your family." Spy said with a completely straight face. "Preferably in the most painful ways imaginable, if necessary."

"Ha! I'm calling your bluff, you huntsmen trash!" Roman said smugly.

"Besides, I cut all ties with my family years ago! I don't give a damn about any of them anymore!"

Spy's face did not change at all as smoke came from his cigarette.

"Pyro." He called for the pyromaniac. Pyro came running over from watching the mercs play to Spy.

"Mphm?"

"Give me the drawing." The Frenchman said. Pyro reluctantly gave over its drawing of her newest friend.

"Merci, you can go back to whatever you were doing now." Spy held the paper so that Roman couldn't see it. He took a moment to look at the crude drawing before talking to Roman again.

"You said you cut all ties with your family?" Spy said without looking away from the paper.

"That's right." Spy glared at him for a second before flipping the paper around to show him the drawing of Neo and Pyro holding hands with the word 'FrieNd' above them.

"Then what about her?" Spy said calmly while pointing at the crude Neo drawing. Roman's eyes visibly went wide, and his jaw dropped a little. He quickly regained his composure and looked at Spy.

"What about her? There's no way you guys can catch her. She's a sneaky one, that Neo." He said confidently. Spy stood up and put out the cigarette.

"We'll find a way." Spy said as he walked out of the basement. He called for all of the mercenaries to leave the basement with him

"And what if you don't?" Roman said loudly from across the room. Spy looked at him.

"I'm sure my friends would like a word with you then. Especially him." He pointed at Soldier who ran a finger across his neck at Roman. They shut the door soon after, leaving Roman to mope in the basement.

"Okay gents, here's the plan." Spy said to his team.

"No one lay a finger on him unless I say so. We will spend the next few days tracking this 'Neo' down. Until then, we need to restock on supplies and teach our class. Got it?" They all nodded their heads.

"Where do we start to find this girl?" Heavy asked the Spy. Spy shrugged.

"No idea, my Russian comrade. But, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually to come and find her friend we have here." Spy said as he started walking down the hall. The mercenaries went to bed


The Next Day, Afternoon, Mercs' House

They had spent the entire day finishing up the repairs on the house. By the time afternoon came about, the house was in mint condition. Everything was back where it was and whatever was broken was simply thrown out. It was mostly just paintings and vases anyway, nothing too important. The mercenaries were now chillin' in their living room, watching TV after a hard day's work. Currently, they were watching a VNN broadcast.

"Well Lisa, I feel like this year's Vytal Festival is going to be the greatest in years! Just look at the excitement of the crowd here!" The cameraman focused on the crowd behind the reporter.

The crowd was cheering really loudly, and at the front of the crowd were these shirtless guys. Each of the shirtless guys had a letter painted over their chest, spelling out VALE when they stood next to each other. They were chanting VALE! VALE! VALE! If you want a proper idea of what they look like, think of European football hooligans or American football fans.

"Wow! Are you seeing this Lisa? The people of Vale are absolutely pumped for the Vytal festival! Not only that, but- Hey!" One of the shirtless guys jumped forward and took the mic. He had a capital V on his chest.

"Whooo! Motherfucker! Vale number one!" He turned around to face the crowd while the reporter tried to get his mic back from him.

"I say 'Who's number one' you say Vale! Ready!?"

"YEAH!"

"Who's number one?!"

"VALE!"

"Who!?"

"VALE!"

"I can't hear you! Who's number fucking one?!"

"VALE!" The crowd screamed enthusiastically at the top of their lungs.

"Yeah! Vale for life, motherfucker!" Before the hooligan can say anything else, the news reporter decked him in the face, knocking him down.

"*Stupid shit*… Anyway! This is Cyril Ian, Vale news reporter, signing off. Back to you Lisa!" Before the camera switched back to the studio, the hooligan with the V can be seen coming up behind him with a folding chair raised above his head to strike him with it. It would have been hilarious if the camera showed it happening though.

"Um…thank you, Ian. Well you heard it ladies and gentlemen! Vale is absolutely ecstatic for the arrival of Amity Coliseum. Which should be arriving any time soon! In other news, reports from the frontier indicate a drastic drop in Grimm activity in that area. One witness from a local village claims that she saw Grimm running away from a muscle-bound, shirtless man with strange chest hair last night."

The mercenaries looked at each other and smiled.

"Hale." They all said in unison before looking back at the screen.

"…the legitimacy of the eyewitness claim is dubious at best, but unusually large numbers of huntsmen have been confirmed to be near the fringe of the frontier. Their objective unknown."


The mercenaries heard their doorbell ring, and Heavy left to answer it. He peeked out the little side windows that some doors have, and saw it was Team RWBY and JNPR in unifrom. Ruby saw him and waved.

*Door Opens* "Hello."

"Hi Heavy!" Ruby beamed.

"What does red hood and friends want here?" Heavy smiled.

"We decided to stop by and see you guys after classes. After all, someone's got to watch you guys! Being not from Remnant and all!"

"Wait, what?" Jaune said after hearing Ruby's statement.

"You heard correctly boy. Heavy and team are not from this world."

That made Team JNPR gawk at him, and there was a short pause

"Uh… why don't we go inside and talk about this?" Ruby said, trying to break the silence. They agreed and walked inside. The mercenaries were still watching TV when they got there, so they made room for the teens to sit down.

"Wow. You guys sure fixed this place up." Ren said, looking around at the clean interior.

"Yeah… sorry for the party by the way Mr. Spy." Ruby said slyly, rubbing her head in slight embarrassment. Spy exhaled deeply after remembering the events of the party and the mess they had to clean.

"It's fine Ms. Rose. Nothing we couldn't handle."

"Yeah, um… can we get back to how you guys are not from this world now?" Jaune asked. Spy raised a brow at Ruby.

"You told them?" Spy asked.

"Uh, not exactly. But didn't you say you didn't mind if people knew you're from a different world?"

"Yes, we did." Spy said as he looked at Team JNPR. He took a moment to truly look over the teens as he hadn't properly met them before.

"Why don't you introduce yourselves first?" They exchanged introductions with the mercenaries.

"Excellent. Now, like your red cape wearing friend said, we are not from this world." He looked at Ruby. "I would show them the presentation, but someone smashed it during the party. I don't even know how they got it off of me."

Nora jumped up. "Oh! So are you guys, like, aliens!? Oh, this is so cool! I'm friends with some super aliens who kick butt!" She started punching the air as she said that. The mercenaries laughed.

"Not exactly, Miss…um, what is your name?"

"Nora Valkyrie." She said proudly, fists on her hips.

"Okay, Nora. In a sense, we are aliens, but not the outer space kind." She seemed to be a little disappointed when he said that, but was otherwise eager to hear the rest of his story. Her team was also really interested.

A banging noise was heard in the basement, making everyone look down. The mercenaries panicked a little.

"What was that?" Weiss asked.

"Uh, zat vas just one of my inventions! Please excuse me, I have to go make sure it doesn't explode. Spy, would you like to help me move some, uh, stuff around?"

"Very well. I'm tired of telling everybody everything anyway. Engineer, you tell them." Spy and Medic went down the hall containing the door down to the basement.

"Alrighty then. So as Spy was sayin', me and the boys ain't from this world. As in we're from a separate universe." Team JNPR gave him a questioning look.

"Trust me, he's telling the truth!" Ruby said. "Just look at all the cool stuff they have! No one in Remnant has machines that could bring you back to life!" Her face went solemn right after saying that, remembering something from her past. "Unfortunately…"

"Anyways, the little miss is right. Have you seen anything like the machines we have?" Some scuffling noises and grunts can be heard downstairs.

"Uhm… so we're from this world called Earth, and it ain't got any of this dust stuff, or those Grimm y'all are so afraid of. People there don't got an aura either."

"What?! Then how do people survive their without an aura?" Pyyrha asked. Sniper joined in.

"They just do, mate. The people in our world survive with nothing but their wits and natural strength." Medic can be heard yelling out underneath them, albeit muffled.

"Are they okay down there?" Yang asked. Spy can be heard yelling something in a language they can't understand as smashing noises are heard below.

"Don't worry about it. If we can handle an army of Grimm by ourselves then they are definitely good down there." Sniper said.

"Much obliged Sniper, now kids, take a look at this if you're still skeptical." He pulled out a map of Earth and some photos from the Gravel and Robot wars.

Team JNPR scanned the objects, eyes wide at the sights shown to them. There was an image of Soldier braining Spy with a shovel, one had Scout running away from a Demoman with a briefcase on his back, another had Heavy facing down a bunch of robots that look like him in a 1 vs 28 boxing match, and another had an image of all the mercenaries holding back an unimaginably huge tide of robots.

"Why are you guys fighting each other in this one?" Ren raised a photo of the melee at Degroot Keep.

"Because, we were hired too. It's best not to question it young man."

"Wait, so you were hired to fight each other?" Jaune said.

"Ugh, I just said don't question it! But since you asked, yes, we fought each other for three years straight before moving on to the robots some of them other pictures show."

A loud crashing noise was heard below. Medic was yelling something and a voice they haven't heard before was yelling as well. The teens looked at the mercenaries suspiciously.

"They sound like they're in trouble. Is there someone else down there?" Blake asked as her bow twitched, her cat ears trying to tune in on the noises below. Ruby got up.

"Maybe we should go down there and…" She was sat right back down by the Scout.

"Yes! Uh, we should go down there! Just not you guys though, I'll go!" Scout said as he ran down to the basement.

"Heavy will go too!" Heavy said as he jogged after him.

"Right behind you, fellow patriots!" Soldier went with them too.

There was now only Pyro, Engineer, Sniper, and Demoman left in the room with the huntsmen in training.

"Okay, so in short, we're from a completely different world, we have no idea how we got here, and if you're wondering, we don't got any aura." The unknown voice in the basement gave a loud scream before it was silenced by a loud crashing noise that shook the house. The crash woke Demo who had fallen asleep during Engineer's explanation of where they're from.

"And, Spy forgot to tell you this, but we can pull stuff out of nowhere cuz' we have these personal inventories on our persons at all times. No idea how it works though, but damn is it useful. Can you imagine carrying all the weapons we have with just your hands?" Sniper added.

Some shuffling noises can be heard below as the mercenaries in the basement were ordering each other around. Weiss stood up.

"Okay! No more games! What's down there that would warrant five of you going down there just to deal with it?" The mercenaries in the room looked at each other.

"Uh, Medic said it was one of his inventions, remember? Damn German's new toys barely work half of the time." Engie said, trying to cover up their secret. The teens gave him a suspicious look. The basement door can be heard opening and everyone looked to see the other mercs return to the living room. Spy and Medic seemed really ragged.

"What happened to you guys?" Ruby said.

"That commie-" Soldier got decked in the face by the Heavy, slapped by the Medic, kicked by the Scout, and pistol whipped by the Spy before he could accidentally reveal their secret. He fell over, unconscious.

"Don't worry kids. It was just one of Medic's inventions getting out of hand, but it's all under control now. Engineer, I trust you finished explaining to them, oui?"

"Just about."

"Excellent." Nora raised a hand.

"What was the invention, hmmm? It sounded like it put up a fight!"

"It was just a, uh…" Spy trailed off.

"It vas a new healing machine! Ja, that's it! A new prototype that vould heal all of us in a small area!" Medic said.

"Cool. But who was that other voice down there?" Blake asked. She hadn't been able to identify who the voice was, but she swore it sounded familiar.

"I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about, mon ami félin." Spy said with a straight face.

"Um, excuse me? What did you just call me?" Spy smiled.

"It means 'my feline friend'." Blake and the other teens froze after hearing him say that.

"W-what?" Blake said sheepishly.

"Yes, yes, I know this comes as a surprise that I know you're a Faunus. But what did you expect? I am an expert spy after all. I'm trained to look over every single thing of anyone I meet." He put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Don't worry. I won't tell your secret if you don't want me too."

"Thank you." Blake said, still a little sheepish. Then Pyro came running in from the kitchen.

"Mphm! Mphm mphmmpmh mphm!"

"What's he saying?" Ren asked.

"He said the coliseum is here. Let's go have a look." Everyone went outside to see the massive form of Amity Coliseum approach the school, with airships of military and civilian origin alike flying about it.

"Wowie!" Nora yelled while sitting on Ren's shoulders. "It's so big!"

"I've seen pictures of it before, but I must say not a single one has done it justice." Weiss said, taken aback by the majesty of the flying arena. They took a couple of moments to take in the coliseum's arrival before Ruby broke the silence.

"I think we should go now." Ruby said. "Thanks for letting us come in guys!"

They exchanged goodbyes as the teens left while the mercenaries went back in their house. The four who remained in the living room asked the ones who went down there what happened.

"What happened?" Demo asked before taking a swig of his scrumpy. Spy held up a small pocket knife that was similar to the Big Earner.

"Somehow, that fiend down there cut all the ropes and picked the locks with this." He put the knife away. "He was surprisingly hard to put down."


Flashback, like 15 minutes ago

Spy and Medic entered the basement and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Versuchen Sie nicht, einen Ton zu machen, Freidrich." (Try not to make a sound, Friedrich.)

"Ja, aber warum sprechen Sie Deutsch?" (Yes, but why are you speaking German?)

"Ich will nicht diese Kinder etwas zu hören, wir sagen. Wenn sie uns überhaupt hören konnte." (I don't want those kids to hear a thing we say. If they could hear us at all.)

Spy and Medic reached the bottom of the stairs to see that the tightly secure sleeping bag Roman was in was now sprawled on the floor, along with the ropes and such used to keep him in it. They cautiously walked up to it when Roman suddenly came up from the sided and smashed a chain into Medic's face. He screamed as went down. Before Roman could rough up Spy with the chain, Spy pounced him and knocked him into a wall. He grabbed the chain and started wrestling Roman for it.

"Medic! Give me a hand! "Spy yelled out at Medic. Suddenly, an actual hand was thrown at Roman's face, startling him and stopping the struggle momentarily.

"Wirklich?! Ich meinte, Sie kommen hierher und helfen Sie mir!" (Really?! I meant come over here and help me!)

"Tut mir leid! Sie haben gesagt, wir sollten in deutscher Sprache zu sprechen bu dann sprachen Sie in Englisch! Ich wusste nicht, ob ich es ernst genommen haben sollte !" (Well I'm sorry! You said we were supposed to speak in German, but then you spoke in English! I didn't know if I should have taken it seriously!)

Spy growled and turned around to face Roman before getting slapped in the face twice. Once with the hand Medic threw at Roman, and once with Roman's own hand. Roman punched Spy in the face and made for the basement stairs, but Medic tackled him, making Roman yell out as he hit the floor. Medic got out a sedative needle and was going to jam into Roman's neck, but Roman caught it and was trying desperately hard to push Medic's hand away from him. He kneed Medic in the gut and pushed him away, and before he even took a step up the stairs, Spy pulled on his collar, making him crash right back down on the floor. Spy attempted to restrain him, but somehow, Roman got incredibly strong, and he was grappling, punching, and kicking Spy.

Roman kicked Spy off of him. It was at that moment that the other mercenaries came in and rushed him back down the stairs. Roman saw they were coming, and ran back down into a corner in the basement, the five mercs closing in on him.

"I won't let you hurt her, you bastards! She's the only person I care about in this world!" Roman pulled out the pocket knife he used to get out of his restraints and swung at Heavy. The giant easily got his arm before it hit him though, and raised him high in the air. Roman screamed before Heavy smashed him back down in the ground with enough force to shake the house. They quickly re-restrained him. This time, he was put in another sleeping bag, wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in bubble wrap, tied up with rope and string, chained up with chains, locked with dozens of locks, and tied to a support beam holding the basement roof up. Several chains and ropes kept him connected to the walls, floor, and roof. He looked like a cocoon stuck in a spider web.


Now

"By the way, how did you imbeciles forget to check him for weapons?!" Spy yelled at his companions as they spread about the house.

"Yell at yourself, you French shmuck! You're the one who brought him in here, so you shudda checked him!" Spy's possible Bostonian son said. Spy was not in the mood after nearly having their secret revealed.

"Scout! Your room, now!" The Frenchmen yelled.

"What?! You ain't my dad! Besides I'm too old for that anyway. 21 years baby! Right fellas?"

No one said anything as Spy glared at him, sending chills down Scout's spine the way only a father could.

"Ugh! Fine! But screw you though!" He stomped off to his room upstairs. Well, technically it was Heavy's room too. He didn't want to stay in the living room. Scout slammed the door once he got inside the room and sat on his bed.

"Little baby man has father troubles, yeah?" The Russian said as he was cleaning his miniguns.

"Not now Heavy! And screw you too! He ain't my dad! My dad died in an accident before I was born. Ma told me he went and backstabbed the wrong people." Heavy looked up from his weapon and back at Scout.

"Yes, he seems to backstab a lot of men these past few years…" Heavy got a pillow thrown at him.

"Shut it lardfat! We talked about this already, alright? My dad died in a horrible accident… Long before I was born… It was a very tragic and traumatic thing for me. He's dead, I swear!" Scout said hastily with a face full of anger and sadness, refusing the truth. Heavy looked at him and said nothing while Scout was laying in his bed bouncing a baseball off the ceiling.

Back downstairs, Sniper, Spy, and Soldier were sitting at the dinner table while Engineer and Demoman were watching an action move. Pyro was playing with the stove while Medic was in the garage working on an actual prototype of the lie he told the teens earlier.

"Gentlemen, I think I know a way to get him to talk." The Spy began.

"What is it mate?" Sniper asked.

"This 'Neo' girl." Spy raised the drawing of Pyro and Neo. He pointed at Neo.

"This is the same girl Soldier fought when we first arrived here. I think his connection with her is far deeper than previously thought. He said he didn't want us to harm her and he appeared to have gotten stronger from his resolve to stop us."

"Crikey, you think this girl's his daughter or something?" Soldier slammed his hands on the table.

"That girl is a communist and a hippy! I will personally find her and break her back across my knee for being an enemy of America!"

"Calm down John, we might not even need that girl." Spy said.

"What are you saying mate?" Sniper asked.

"Isn't it obvious Rick?" Spy said as he raised his disguise kit. He whistled as he performed that action.

"Ah, of course!" Sniper said in realization. "You gonna start calling us by our real names now, Jacques?"

"Only when no one's around Mr. Mundy. Don't get me wrong, I trust the people of this academy will keep us safe, but that headmaster, I suspect there's more to him than meets the eye. But that's not the point now. What matters is that we get information out of this Roman."

"So when do we begin?" Sniper went.

"Tonight."


Tonight (LoL)

Roman was really depressed right now. Not only did he fail to escape, but his failure might give those bastards all the more reason to hurt Neo. He was about to cry at the thought of his adopted daughter be tortured and beaten by these men.

Wait. Why am I even crying? Those guys won't really hurt her, right? They're huntsmen! They can't do that sort of thing.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when the mercenaries came in. Roman gave them all a glare before he realized there was a much smaller figure they were covering with their bodies as they were walking over to him. He failed to notice Spy was missing. Pyro was also not there.

"Evening mister." Engie said.

"What do you want?" Roman said with a growl.

"Oh nothin'. Just that someone dropped by and wanted to see ya."

"…what?" The mercenaries spread out to reveal a tied up Neo was standing amongst them. She gave muffled yells and her eyes welled up in tears upon seeing Roman. Neo ran forward and hugged Roman, but her tied up state only allowed her to sort of bump her tied up body with Roman's tied up body.

"Neo!" The master criminal yelled.

"How'd you find her!?"

"Does that really matter boy?" Engie said as he and the other mercs present pulled out pistols or their melee weapon if they didn't have a pistol.

"What matters now is that you start spilling the beans, son." Engie said menacingly as he raised his pistol at them.

"No! Please!" Roman yelled. "You're huntsmen! You can't do this sort of thing!"

"Do we look like huntsmen mate?" Sniper said with his kukri raised at him. "What could you have possibly thought that would have made you think we were huntsmen?"

Roman did not answer that question and just stared at them, face full of fear.

"L-look! I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt her! Please, I beg you!"

"Well, let's start with some questions then. Who are you working for?"

"Some bitch named Cinder Fall! I don't know who she is, but she hired me!"

"What'd she hire you for?" Demo asked with the Scotsman's Skullcutter resting on his shoulder.

"I'm her man out in the field! I'm supposed to manage the grunts in whatever operation she has planned!"

"What is this communist-cock-smoking Sally planning? You damn hippy!" Soldier asked.

Before Roman can answer that question Pyro had walked into the room. As Pyro was walking down the stairs, it saw 'Neo' right up against Roman, surrounded by his friends leveling their weapons at them. Pyro gasped an 'Mphm!' and ran over to who he thought was Neo. He shoved and beat his friends aside to give his bestest, giant bear hug. The hug was so strong that Spy's mask fell off, and he undisguised as he fell to the ground gasping for air. Roman saw this and was not happy.

"What the fuck!? You guys tried to trick me by turning into my Neo!? Fuck you guys!" Roman yelled madly as he thrashed about in his restraints. His efforts earned him a sedative to the neck, making him fall asleep.

"Pyro! What the hell?! You ruined possibly our only chance of getting information out of this man!" Spy yelled in anger. Pyro didn't seem too fazed by it though, as it seemed to be sadder that its friend wasn't here. His fellow mercenaries face palmed.


Somewhere beyond the Vale Frontier, Night

It wasn't easy traveling these parts. There was no wall or military constantly keeping watch over the land beyond the walls. Anywhere was prone to attack by the Grimm, yet some of the ballsiest, bravest people still venture out here to live in settlements free from the control of the kingdoms. They could have chosen to live within the kingdom's walls and be relatively safe, I mean there are still Grimm activity within the walls, but not enough to warrant that drastic of a threat. But no, they chose to live with their bodies practically tied to the Grimm naked while waving a middle finger at them. Fucking manly.

Two teams of professional huntsmen walked up to a small town to rest for the night. They had been searching for the man who fell out of the portal in the sky for about two days now, and they haven't come anywhere near close to finding him. It wasn't hard tracking him though, no, that was the easy part as this man left an easy to follow trail of broken trees and torn up ground during his battles with the Grimm. The hard part was actually catching up to him as he was incredibly fast. At least they encountered little to no Grimm resistance on the way here.

They were part of a larger task force of huntsmen Ozpin requested to come and find this man, six teams in total. They only needed so many since Ozpin discovered the man had left the kingdom's borders, so he called for more to come in and help these current two. The other four teams should arrive by tomorrow so they decide to just stay here for the night.

Upon entering the town, they were greeted by the sight of several elite White Fan operatives lying about all over the streets of the town, all dead. The townsfolk were currently searching the bodies for anything valuable. Clearly, a battle had gone down here.

"What happened here?" The leader of the huntsmen asked a woman carrying a baby. She was female.

"Some man came in here and saved our town from these bastards with his bare hands!" The woman kicked a dead Fang.

"Really? Where is he?" The woman pointed at the inn.

"Down in the old inn! The men are having a celebration in his name!"

The huntsmen walked over to the inn to find it was very rowdy and wild in there. Some of the roughest, toughest, and manliest looking men they have ever seen were in there. Typical for people who lived out in the frontier. However, one man stood out from the rest, their target, Saxton Hale, who was vastly manlier than the rest. The townsmen were currently chanting his name and singing manly songs about his manliness the way Viking or lumberjacks back in the day used to do.

"Call Professor Ozpin! We found our man!"


Alroight bois, hea's a nu chapta for ye fanfic needs! Apologies if it seems a little short. I'm gonna respond to some of your questions and reviews now.

Completely random guest who wrote review on a 3Ds: Awww shit boy! Thanks for the praise! I noticed that trend going on in RWBY crossovers too, and I'm also sick of it. And yes, I do know Death Battle. I like Overwatch and TF2, that's why I am 99% certain I'm going to get triggered with whoever wins the Death Battle between Tracer and Scout. I don't really like seeing my favorite characters fight, even if the situation makes complete sense. I'd rather see them work together, but hey, that's just me.

37: Thank mate. I figured that Pyro's strange way of seeing the world would get him to easily make friends with Neo, even if she does know full well that what she does it awful.

Pyromania: Sure. There'll be more Pyro and Neo moments, but no to the shipping. Of course you can ship it for yourself, but in this story Pyro and Neo will be only friends.

buzzsaw935: Your welcome friend. Just learn how to English and try again. That Dark Deciever guy's advice was actually pretty insightful. You ought to listen to it. Why don't you try writing a new story and see how it goes? Just make sure you follow anyone's advice and I'm sure you'll pull through.

ATTF: Thanks m8. I hope your story comes along nicely too!

And thats it. Not a lot of this story's readers posted reviews or pm'ed me. It's a shame too, I discovered I actually like reading your reviews.