Donovan's POV

I grin as I blast another Grimm away with the flames shooting from the tip of my staff. My grin quickly turns to a frown as I realize my dust crystal had run out of energy. I decide to switch to using ice crystals. As I'm reaching into my bag however, a Boarbatusk knocks me flat on my back. My dust crystals fly out of my hand, scattering along the forest floor. As I try to pick them back up again, a giant shadow descends upon the ground. Looking back up, I see a gigantic Death Stalker stinger quickly closing the distance between it and me, aiming straight for my chest. However futile the motion is, I put up my hands to try and block the attack. My eyes shut fiercely, awaiting their demise.

There is a sharp metallic sound, and I happily realize that I am not, indeed, dead. I open my eyes once again to see two twin axes blocking the massive stinger. My staff split in half at the bottom, cutting the jewel in two pieces. At the thickest point on each side, a portion of the staff opened up and released two deadly hatchet blades; the weapons of a berserker.

"Now, now, Donovan. I think we both know how awkward it would be for me if you were to die," Says a familiar voice.

"Screw off, Samuel. I'm busy," I reply angrily. Samuel is one of the few personalities that inhabited my head. Fueled by his own insanity, and in some small form, I guess mine as well, he often tried to bargain for a little time controlling my, or rather our, body, just to cause as much destruction as possible to his enemies and the environment. He was the one that transformed my staff into his weapon of choice.

"Yeah, busy trying to get us killed by a deathstalker," he retorts, "This would all be so much easier if you just let me take care of this."

"No, I'll do it myself," I say through gritted teeth, still clashing with the Deathstalker.

Samuel laughs in a grim tone, "Will you though, Donovan? It must be pretty hard to focus on keeping me from taking over when you're busy fighting all these creatures…" His voice trails off in an ominous manner. Then I realize that it's not his voice fading, but my senses.

Recognition dawns on my face as I work out his plan, "Oh, you son of a-"

Natalie's POV

A guttural, hysterical laugh catches my attention. Standing high upon a guard tower, my field of vision covers the entire field. As I look around for the source of the noise, I become painfully aware that it comes from Donovan. I use my scope to get a closer look and see him standing in the middle of the crowded battlefield, with a dismembered Deathstalker at his feet. His weapon has changed from his staff to two gnarly looking axes. I watch as he places the blades at each end of the incapacitated, yet still living, Grimm, then pulls in opposite directions, decapitating the monster.

Although, it seems that Donovan has become the monster now. His once tranquil expression morphs into something completely different. His bloodshot eyes gleam with a crazed look and he bears a wide, wicked smile. He cocks his head to the side and releases another maniacal laugh before charging into an area with a massive concentration of small Grimm. He cuts down each one in turn, sending pieces of the Creeps and other creatures flying as his axes chop through armor, bone, and flesh. He starts to radiate a red haze that seems to grow with each hit he deals.

Donovan suddenly stops moving and turns his head to the sky, inhaling wildly. His smile droops on one side, almost completely disappearing. He sniffs again, then snaps his head downward to focus on the two oversized Ursai. He releases a sound similar to a growl and changes his course, walking now towards the large beasts, enthusiastically slaughtering anything in his way.

I hold my breath as I watch him rush towards one Ursa, continuing his savage assault. He starts off well, dealing damage without taking any, until the Grimm flails its claws at the right moment to slice straight through Donovan's stomach. Expecting Donovan to scream in pain and collapse, I am startled when I see him simply roll back his shoulders and re-engage the beast, as if the injury doesn't even exist. Just as he takes out the knees of the first Ursa and readies his final strike, the other Ursa moves at a surprisingly fast speed to swat Donovan with the back of its paw with such great force that he is launched into the air.

I shout his name as I quickly set into action, leaping out of the tower and unfurling my wings, catching him in midair.

I set him down and search his body for injuries, gashes and broken bones alike, but the only visible wound I see is a large bruise on his back where the Grimm hit him. With the size of that Grimm and with how far he was knocked back, Donovan should have had much more than a bruise. His eyes flutter open and he tries to speak, finally himself again, "Ursa, Why is is always Ursa," he spits out.

I am forced to jump back with Donovan in my arms as the bear-like-Grimm follows up on its attack and smashes the ground where I was just standing. As I do so however, I stumble over some debris and I am pushed off balance as Donovan and I tumble down a steep slope. I end up on top of him.

"My face. What the hell is this thing covering my face?" Donovan says in a muffled voice.

Trying to get up, Donovan grabs the 'thing' and pushes upwards. When he finally manages to lift me up, he sees what he has grabbed and immediately lets go, but it is too late. I proceed to roughly slap the shit out of him. Unfortunately for Donovan, he had touched one of the places that one should never touch on any self-respecting girl, without permission that is, and that place is my breast.

Slapping him again for good measure, I then cover myself up and shout loud enough for anyone within a ten mile radius to hear, "What the hell, Donovan!"

Present day

Diamond's POV

Maria now sits with us and discusses the events of our last mission. Donovan and I are nearly tempted to tape her careless mouth shut with how often she nearly brings that moment up.

"It was two whole days ago. I don't understand how you're still upset about this!" Donovan tries to reason, "Do I have to tell you another hundred times how it was a complete accident?"

"The battle took only half that time, which means I had the remaining day to think about what happened, and I've decided to still be mad," Natalie retorts, repaying Donovan with one of her now infamous slaps

Donovan shouts in pain.

"To be perfectly honest though, you probably enjoyed it," I say. And I thought Maria had a careless mouth.

Now Donovan and I had matching handprints across our faces. Team RWBY has to forcibly restrain her as I reel in agony from her attack, and Donovan… It seemed Donovan had passed out. He lies on the Cafeteria floor, right in the path of a walkway. It's really no surprise when someone trips over him. Unfortunately for Donovan, the person who tripped was a very clumsy girl, who happened to inconveniently land on Donovan's face, exposing him to another one of the places that one should never nonconsensually touch on any girl.

The girl hurriedly stands up, blushing fiercely, fixes her uniform skirt, and quickly walks away, but not before contributing to Natalie's slap fund and putting a red mark on the other side of his face.

"Why me?" Donovan cries weakly.

I would have laughed at this turn of events were it not for the fact that Natalie and Yang were staring daggers at me. What the hell did I even do to Yang? Donovan finally manages to pull himself together and sit up just as Yang points at the both of us and says, "I will not forget this declaration of war,"

"What fucking war?" Donovan and I say in unison right before two pies are flung into our faces.

I sigh as I wipe pie out of my eyes, "Sister, you have made a mistake this day," I tell Yang as I stand and locate a food based weapon.

In the moments to come, the lunch room is quickly trashed as the tensions rise between the boys and girls of teams RWBY, JNPR, and DMND. The other occupants of the room can only run as food is flung in every direction. A battle royal had been started, and it would go down in history as the most intense food fight of all time.