Despite having merged my rooster and teeth, RWBY still does not belong to me.


I glanced at my silent companion as we drove down the streets of Vale. Instead of the mop of golden hair that usually occupied the spot, there was an immaculate white. Weiss Schnee sat in the passenger side of Ironhide stoically, eyes glued out the window as buildings flashed by. She'd shown up on Friday, and demanded to know whether or not I would be going to Vale this weekend. I needed groceries to fill my refrigerator, as well as a few more pieces of furniture and when I informed her of this fact, she'd instantly demanded to come along.

"So..." I began after clearing my throat, "Why do you need to visit Vale?" Normally I wouldn't care, and even embraced the silence, but hers was awkward and I was genuinely curious.

"I have errands." she replied crossly. "...I also want to pick up something for Ruby...to apologize." she said a moment later, more softly. I'd heard of their reconciliation, and was happy for them. Team work was good. It didn't occur to me that the Schnee girl found it necessary to make further amends, however.

"Ruby would surely say that you need not do that." It was true, Ruby was probably already ecstatic that her partner was finally on speaking terms with her. Weiss merely shrugged.

"I want to. I was rude and antagonistic, and I did it publicly. Just an apology feels insufficient." I hummed slightly, not sure how to respond. If she wanted to buy Ruby something, I wouldn't stop her. And I will admit that seeing her repent, even if it was through material purchases, improved her image in my mind. It would likely do the same for the rest of her team.

"...Do you know what she would like?" she asked after a moment. I glanced over and saw a blush adorn her cheeks. I let out a short laugh and she glowered at me.

"Shiny, flashy, pretty, cute. Anything dangerous. Anything that tastes good. Ruby is not difficult to please, she will likely appreciate anything you get her. Although she would probably like it even more if it were red." Weiss let out a snort as I listed out traits Ruby generally found appealing. While Ruby rarely made purchases on such items, she could often be found cooing over them.

"...Red huh..." I smiled at her murmur. We made several stops, most of them so that Weiss could look at trinkets for both fashion and armaments. I'd vehemently objected to getting the excitable girl a fire lance mod, Crescent Rose was enough of a hazard to those around her without it being on fire. She may be good with it, but some of those swings get dangerously close to her teammates.

We'd also stopped at the market, grabbing a cartload of food, the amount which Weiss found staggering. I'd merely shrugged when she accused me of overindulging, there was a good chance I'd be back here in a week or two. We even stopped by Loopty Hoops to order a couple meals for take out, along with a box of his famous donuts and a promise that we'd take the team to visit again soon. Yang and Ruby loved LH food and Blake seemed pretty...fond of it the last time.

Weiss was dangling a little red rose pendant, a key chain which she'd found at one of the shops. The artwork was intricate and detailed beautifully, and while it hadn't been overly expensive, it was not cheap for something one would usually hang from a scroll. She'd mentioned that it would look good on Crescent Rose, and I was inclined to agree. It was rather tasteful.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Weiss asked, trying to act nonchalant. I would almost believe her facade if it weren't for the fact that she'd asked the same question eight times now. This girl takes her gift shopping seriously. Or shopping in general, if our trip last week was any indication. "I don't think she'll like it, it's far too small. It looks like you could find it in one of those children's vending machines!"

"She will like it." I sighed. I'd listed the reasons before and at this point was fairly certain that the white haired girl simply liked to fret as a hobby. I frowned as we ran into another blocked street. That had been the third one.

"Maybe we should go back to the plushie shop, there were lots of cute things there...Maybe we could get her a plushie and attach the rose to it, that might be nice." The plushie shop she was talking about was far from here, over twenty minutes from our current location. I was less than willing to turn around when she already had a perfectly good present in her hands.

"It will be fine. We are not turning around, we are already almost to the transit station." I ground Ironhide to a halt as we reached a dead light, the officer in charge of directing traffic holding his hand out, signaling us to stop us. We waited for just a moment before he waved us forward, and I gently pressed on the accelerator, unwilling to aggravate a cop that was right in front of us.

We'd barely driven into the intersection when a force slammed into us. Ironhide shook violently and glass shattered as a sedan crashed into the passenger side, rattling Weiss, who let out a shriek and flared her Aura. The front of the sedan crumpled against Ironhide's reinforced frame, and I was beyond grateful that Motor Joe had made it so sturdy.

"Are you okay?" I shouted over the ringing in my ears. I saw Weiss give a nod, shaken but unharmed. The police officer ran over to us, his face panicked as he looked at the wreck. I glanced over at the sedan, its cabin crumpled in and its driver most likely dead.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."An SUV pulled up in front of us and a Faunus man disembarked, worry cast over his face.

"What happened here?! Do you guys need help?" He called out, jogging over towards us.

"Yeah...holy shit, yeah we need help." the officer gasped, pale in the face. He seemed young, probably fresh on the force. "Can...can you check the other car? I don't think they made it but we gotta-" A burst of crimson interrupted him as the Faunus placed a heavy pistol against his temple and pulled the trigger. He crumpled to the ground, life blood pooling from the fatal wound, and the Faunus turned the gun towards me.

"GET DOWN!" I roared, reaching over and pushing the girl beneath the seat even as the slug slammed through my shields and into my chest. My Aura flared and the second shot deflected even as I switched Ironhide into reverse and stomped on the accelerator. We didn't get far as another SUV slammed into our rear.

Time seemed to slow as the windows of the vehicle in front of us exploded into a hail of deadly dust propelled ammunition. My eyes widened and I tried to bunker down much as Weiss had in an attempt to shield myself. The rounds ricocheted off of Ironhide's powerful armor, but more than a few found its way through the unprotected windshield only to slam into my shields. A couple managed to break through, digging into flesh before stopping. Those would be difficult to heal, I'd have to force the metal from my body while closing the wound. Luckily they didn't burrow too deep, although the sharp pain indicated that a few may have shattered while inside me.

These rounds were powerful, military grade and packed with volatile dust mixtures to propel the bullets through Auras. This wasn't a mugging, this was a hit, and an organized one at that. The shots died down after a while, and I sagged, bleeding from multiple wounds and cursing my large build.

"Laz?" Weiss whispered from her hiding spot, and I shook my head at her, motioning for her to stay down.

"Did we get 'em?" A voice from the SUV called out, the guns still trained on our vehicle.

"No." The Faunus with the pistol growled back, "The boy is hurt, he'll bleed out soon, but the Schnee girl is hiding. Help me pull her out, I hear this one's a fighter." The doors opened and Faunus, both men and women, climbed out. They all wore a uniform, a white vest with a black hood, each wearing a familiar mask. White Fang.

"Sorry, boy." the man without a mask smirked, leveling the heavy pistol at me, "Well, not really. You're human after all." The bullet plowed into my Aura even as I slammed the door open and into his arm. He swore and stumbled as I leaped out of the cabin, Aura already closing the wounds over the bullets as I tackled him to the ground. I'd just have to remove them later.

"What the- Shoot him!" One of the White Fang called out, and the group opened fire. I rolled over with the groaning Faunus man in hand and used him to shield my torso. Bullets bounced off my shields as the mans body jerked, his smaller frame unable to fully protect me even as shots tore through him. I heard the click as the guns ran dry and magazines hit the floor.

"Weiss!" I called out, and the white clothed girl burst from driver side and used my shoulder as a foot hold to launch herself into their midst. I pulled Bear Tooth from its sheathe and turned to the SUV behind me even as the girl engaged. At that range they couldn't shoot without risking friendly fire, and in a melee she would be superior. I only saw two blades in the group.

I shed my hole riddled jacket and threw it at the group of five I was facing, the leather doing little to stop the bullets, but impeding their vision just slightly. I couldn't help but regret not wearing my armor today, instead leaving it with Hamrammer in the case on Ironhide's bed. I'd been foolish to think it would be a simple shopping trip.

I used my arms to cover my vitals as I charged, even as rounds bounced off my shields or tore into muscle. I had to get to Hamrammer, but I wouldn't be able to do that with these people shooting me. I rammed my shoulder into the man in the lead, crushing his rifle against his body as we barreled into their vehicle like a train. The metal of the door caved and the entire vehicle rocked back onto two wheels, nearly tipping over as the White Fang grunt's body cracked, bones broken when I merged him with his transport.

"Oh shit!" Another cried out, swinging her rifle at my back and squeezing the trigger. Bullets peppered my shields and skin, but I paid no heed, the Whispers in my mind sang songs of glory as my hand closed around her gun. The weapon crumpled in my hand, the barrel bending and twisting as I crushed it, and when she fired the weapon again, the round found no exit and the weapon exploded.

She swore and released the firearm, nursing a bleeding hand as I discarded her ruined rifle. I reached for her, eyes focused on the enemy in front of me and missed the flash of steel as a blade was brought down on my arm. The metal didn't even reach my skin, and the man with the scimitar seemed confused for a moment before my forearm connected with his face from a wild backhand.

He spun from the blow, dazed, even as I lashed at him with my knife. The blow deflected, his Aura an unexpected blockade, but I grabbed him by the back of his head, lifting him up, and simply drove the blade forward again. The dagger penetrated flesh, between the third and fourth rib, and the man let out a gurgled gasp as I tossed him aside. He would die soon, the voices told me. I had other things to worry about.

Another White Fang, the second woman of the group, charged at me with her gun raised, intending to bring it down as a cudgel. Exceedingly stupid. I ignored the shots from the only remaining member equipped with a firearm, preferring to focus on the target in front of me to the injuries I sustained. The gunfire ceased as the woman approached, the man not wishing to harm his friend, and she brought it down in a wild swing with a shout.

I leaned back away from the swing, and saw the glint of the bayonet attached to the rife as she tried to stab it into my side. A knee to the diaphragm had her wheezing as the blade bounced off my shields, her gasps the only side she made as my arms wrapped around her neck, the back of her head placed against my abdomen. With a squeeze and a jerk, the vertebrae separated and she moved no more. A blade through the sternum into her heart guaranteed it.

"...Fuck this..." I heard a voice gasp as I turned to the last two. The now unarmed girl and her companion, whose rifle now hung limply at his side. "Fuck this! The Schnee ain't worth this shit!" he swore and grabbed the girl, moving around the SUV to get to the passenger side. My eyes narrowed as they clambered into the vehicle. I couldn't let them leave, they'd already shown their intention to kill. I had to make an example. Mark your territory.

Bear Tooth slammed into the hood of the vehicle and the man let out a terrified shout as he fumbled with the keys. My hands gripped the bloody, broken door, and with a wordless roar I ripped it from the vehicle. The girl shrieked and the man stammered apologies as I pulled him out of the car. His stammers turned to whimpers as I threw him to the ground and placed my boot on his lower back. I reached down and grabbed his arms as he tried to crawl out from under me back to the car, and began pulling. Whimpers turned to cries as he begged.

A loud, reverberating shot rang out and the bullet tore through my shoulder and slammed into the ground next to the man beneath my foot, staggering me. I glanced at the hole through my shoulder disbelievingly, it had torn straight through my shield and my physical enhancements. My Whispers roared at me and I dodged to the side as another shot rang out. I looked about, only catching the glint of the scope on the rooftops.

"Sniper!" I called out as I made for the bed of Ironhide. I heard the screech of tires as the two that got saved tore away from the scene. I leaped onto the back of my truck, the impact causing it to sink a little, and fumbled with the hatch of Hamrammers case. Another round pinged against the armored hood, forcing me to duck as I finally got the case open.

With a triumphant shout, I pulled my cannon out and instantly began charging a shot. I stood and took aim, noting that the sniper had changed positions and was now aiming at Weiss as she knocked down the last of her foes. The beam of plasma tore through the gun, as well as a portion of the building, although the man was able to drop his weapon and scramble away. I let loose another shot as he fled, this time burning through his back as he dropped.

My eyes widened as another shot rang out and crimson bloomed from my chest. I heard Weiss cry out, but I ignored both her and the pain as I staggered before scrambling away and behind cover. I poked my head up and scanned, looking for the one with a gun capable of tearing through my body. I watched as a figure stood up, clad in a white coat as he hoisted a smoking long barreled pistol. I grit my teeth and broke away, letting loose another bolt of lethal plasma at his retreating figure, but his Aura flashed and the shot dissipated even as he escaped.

The squeal of rubber against asphalt caught my attention as the SUV blocking Ironhide fled from the scene, any survivors of Weiss having loaded into the car. Fury gripped my mind and I unleashed a salvo of burning blue death with a howl, charging shot after shot at the back of the vehicle. More than one scored gashes in the ground and I managed to catch the trunk door, melting a hole through and revealing the terrified faces. They attacked me. They tried to kill me. Unacceptable. I prepared to wipe the street off the face of Remnant.

"Laz!" A small pale hand gripped my arm and I snarled, teeth bared at its owner. Weiss Schnee didn't even flinch as I growled at her. "They're gone, it's too late. You're just wrecking public property now."

"They tried to KILL us!" I roared at her, spittle flying.

"They tried to kill me." She corrected, wiping a fleck of blood from her face. "You get used to it." she muttered darkly.

"Then let me kill them first!" I didn't expect the slap to the face. I'm not sure if it even hit me, my shielding was still up. But it got my attention.

"Them and how many other?" she glared at me. "Do you even think about your surroundings?! This isn't a battlefield! Those aren't Grimm! There are people in these buildings, and if you fire that gun of yours you put all of them at risk!" She let out an angry sigh, her face red from yelling. "Either way, they're gone now." I looked up from her at the empty streets and let out a growl. They escaped, and there's a good chance they'd come back prepared for us this time. They knew about our abilities now.


Six dead. One in critical condition, the one I rammed into the SUV, his survival was unlikely. Weiss had been forced to kill one of her attackers. That was the report we were given as we left the police station. The traffic cop had been a rookie and was dispatched to guide the intersection when the light broke down for an unknown reason. The blockades we'd run into were fake, set up specifically to route us to that area. The White Fang really wanted us dead, and they knew we were coming. The question was how.

Questions flooded my mind as we exited the police station, my mood tempered for now, but still simmering. Weiss followed quietly in tow, she spoke no words and was strangely calm. She'd asked the police to keep the situation quiet, slinging her family name around a bit to get their cooperation. She asked the same of me, not wanting to worry her teammates. I'd reluctantly agreed, but informed her that there was a very good chance Yang would find out. I couldn't hide a secret from her, and she would instantly know when she saw the new scars that littered my body. These were bullet holes, not the usual claw marks from Grimm.

"You should go to the hospital." Weiss said as I winced slightly, one of the rounds still embedded in my body aggravating the flesh around it. "You need to have those removed before they cause some serious damage." I grunted in acknowledgment and she sighed. "Are you going to behave like a child the whole way back?" I remained silent. I was not behaving like a child...Okay, maybe I was. Just a bit.

"I will drop you off at the transit and go to a doctor." I finally said. "If you wish to keep this a secret then we must act as if nothing has happened. You will return to your team and inform them that we were in a traffic accident, and that I have gone to Patch to have my vehicle repaired. I will return in the morning." That wouldn't be a lie, as I truly did intend to take Ironhide to Motor Joe's. The damage to the car had been thankfully minimal, but the doors on the passenger side were now stuck and somewhat dented, and I would need the bullet marks buffed out. Weiss let out a non-committal hum and fell silent.

"Are you a Faunus?" she asked suddenly, out of nowhere.

"No." I replied, confusion latent in my voice, "Why would you ask this?"

"I..well...I didn't mean to offend or anything..." she stammered, "It's just...you're so...animalistic sometimes." She finally got out. "And then you've got that Grimm mask, and then there's the time you fought Cardin...So I just, y'know, thought that maybe you were White Fang..."

"Cardin?" What did my duel with Cardin Winchester have anything to do with being a Faunus?

"Yeah, on Tuesday, during Practical Combat, you dueled Cardin. And well...the way you...ended the fight..." The way I ended the fight? Weiss seemed uncomfortable, fidgeting in her seat as she tried to speak her mind. "It...brought up some unpleasant memories. Like the videos the White Fang would post whenever they got...one of us..." She motioned to herself. Ah.

"An execution..." I said slowly, remembering how I'd pushed the boy down below my boot and shot him in the head. Weiss nodded and I sighed. I hadn't meant to make things dramatic, it had just been the simplest course of action at the time. "That was not what it was intended to be."

"Well, I know that, of course. I just...wanted to be sure. Cardin is a pretty vocal anti-Faunus and I just thought that maybe..." she said hesitantly. That would explain why she'd been so uncomfortable around me for a while afterwards.

"Are you an anti-Faunus?" I asked, curious about the Schnee heiress' views.

"No! I mean, kind of?" she blurt out, unsure. "I'm...I don't think they're just animals, if that's what you're asking. But they are kind of...mangy. And they commit a lot of crimes. But no, I don't...I don't think that Faunus subjugation is right. It's just...the White Fang...and those masks they wear...I look at a Faunus and I just imagine them with a mask...I can't help it." She curled up slightly, whether she was cold or afraid I couldn't tell.

"You said you're used to them attacking you." I mentioned, remembering what she'd said hours before. Her face darkened considerably and she faced out the window again.

"The White Fang attacks my family constantly. You don't even have to be related to the company, just being connected to one of us makes you a target." She said, her tone hurt and hateful. "It was only a matter of time before they came after me, especially considering I'm inheriting SDC..."

"They have attempted to assassinate you before?" I asked bluntly and she winced.

"Let's just say, the man I...put down...he wasn't the first." I fell silent at that. She'd been forced to kill before, and from the earlier conversation it was likely in the defense of her life. She laughed derisively. "I'm in Vale for a week and someone's tried to kill me. It must be a new record." Silence prevailed for a moment. "How about you? You were merciless during the act but...was that your...first?" she asked hesitantly. I arched a brow at that. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me, I just-"

"Yes." I interrupted her rambling, "But it is no different. I eliminated the threat before me, as I always have." Her teeth clicked as she closed her mouth, processing my words.

"It's kind of sad that you truly believe that." She said after a moment, pity in her eyes. It was wasted, I felt no guilt when I took their lives and I feel no guilt now. I was defending mine and my own, any brutality I inflict upon them was brought by their actions.

"An enemy, regardless of motif and reason, race or gender, is an enemy." I stated firmly, eyes on the road. "Pity and conscience can come after they lie at your feet, and you have returned to the safety of your home." She laughed a bit at that, although there was no humor to it.

"My father would like you." She said, but I had a feeling that it was not a compliment. The way she spat the word 'father' only solidified that feeling. I saw her smirk after a moment, as if a light bulb went off over her head.

"So I guess you could say...I helped pop your murder cherry?" My foot slammed on the brakes and she yelped as I stared at her, unable to believe what I heard. Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed pink as she thought over the words that just flew from her mouth. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, that was vulgar!"

"Yes, it was." I said, still staring at the girl as she wilted in shame. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me. " But it was funny. It may have been vulgar, completely unexpected, and beyond inappropriate, but it was funny." Laughter shook my frame as the image of the prim and proper Schnee heiress making such a dark, dirty joke replayed in my mind. It didn't take long before she was laughing along with me. "Yang has been a terrible influence on you."

"Yes, she has." she laughed, wiping a tear from her eye. "But I feel that it may be for the better." We drew up to the transit and I let her off, averting my eyes from her silky skin as she climbed over me to exit from the drivers side. Her gift to Ruby, albeit slightly cracked, was still in hand. "Thank you for accompanying me today, Lapis. And thank you for saving my life." She gave me a smile, the most genuine I've seen from the girl, and I nodded at her in return.

"I will head to Patch for repairs. There is also a doctor there who can treat me." I responded, shifting the truck into reverse. I looked back at the sole surviving item that I'd purchased. A single box of donuts. "I will have to redo my shopping, apparently..." I grumbled. I heard her laugh as I drove away.


I'd been injured worse than I thought. Upon reaching the local doctor in Patch, I'd promptly collapsed with a fever and spent the night knocked out while nurses helped the man carve bullets from my body. The amount of metal he pulled out was enough to fill a small jar, and he raised some very legitimate concerns about what a Beacon student would be doing with nearly thirty rounds of military grade ammo buried in him. That wasn't even accounting for shallow shots that were pushed out naturally when my Aura healed me or the two sniper rounds that went clean through. I vowed to always keep my armor with me, something I should have done to begin with.

Thank god Huntsmen have government funded insurance, I didn't want to imagine the bill I'd have to pay if I didn't. They'd be required to send a write up to the council, which would eventually go to the school, but chances are the cops already sent them one anyways. As long as the media stayed off our case, Weiss didn't seem to care.

Motor Joe was suspicious when I brought Ironhide in to be repaired. Incredibly so, in fact. I had not realized the man served as a soldier in Atlas when he was younger, apparently he'd been all over Remnant 'keeping the peace'. He recognized the marks on my vehicle, and how powerful our foes had been.

"I put so much armor on that truck that if I slapped a cannon on it, it'd be classified as a light battle tank." He told me, "You see these dings? Standard arms can't do that, your boys had some serious firepower. Like, illegal-to-even-own types of firepower. This is the type of shit you see Trappers running around with."

Trappers were those who were hired by the kingdoms to deal with threats that possess Aura. While a Huntsman is just as often utilized against such enemies, Trappers are specialized for these duties. Hunters that have gone rogue, or criminals that built up their strength, Trappers are specifically armed to give them an edge over people, not Grimm. They're the hunters who hunt Hunters. While they generally lack the overwhelming strength that defines a Hunter and allows them to stand toe to toe with Grimm, Trappers focus on finesse to deal with more humanoid targets while dealing critical blows to vital areas.

Even the ammunition used was different. A standard anti-Grimm round is generally designed to tumble after penetrating flesh, bouncing around inside bodies to cause more catastrophic damage. It sacrifices penetrating power, and when used against one with Aura, it rarely breaks through shields, unless one dumps a large amount of Aura into each shot. Since even an average civilian has enough Aura to resist a couple shots of anti-Grimm ammo, as long as it wasn't shot by someone equivalent to a Hunter, the Dust ammunition is very common and sold everywhere. In a world as dangerous as Remnant, everyone was armed. Everyone fought the Grimm.

But Trappers used specialized ammunition, packed with military grade Dust and hardened shells that were made to penetrate. Rather than tumbling, they were designed to punch straight through Aura, and consequently, bodies. The lower trauma they dealt made them less effective against Grimm, but excellent for disabling those with above average Auras, and are usually only found with government agencies, such as the police or military. They were dangerous to the civilian element, and as there was no real reason for them to have penetration rounds when they had standard anti-Grimm rounds, it is very much illegal to purchase, sell, or own them in the kingdom of Vale without a specialized license. There's only one reason for a person to be packing penetration rounds, after all. To attack another person.

The White Fang don't usually pack penetration rounds, if they did they would be considered a much higher priority threat and such facts would have quickly made the news. Someone was supplying them with heavier firepower, but the fact that they don't use this ammo for every attack probably indicates that they don't have much. But they were willing to use it to capture or kill Weiss. We underestimated the grudge they have against the Schnee family.


"I'll let you know when she's ready! Stay around town, it shouldn't take too long!" Motor Joe called out as I walked away. I waved a hand lazily, content that my baby would be back on her feet in no time. Although Ironhide's damage was almost purely cosmetic to begin with, it was distressing to see that the truck I valued had so much a scratch on it. What, I can have nice things too, okay?

I walked through the familiar streets of Patch, idling away the time. While it felt like I'd been gone for months, the truth was it'd only been a little over a week. Too much had happened in too short a time, and I was sincerely hoping that these events would die down, lest I collapse before the first term ends. My thoughts were interrupted when my scroll rang, a quick check told me it was a call from Yang.

"Hey Laz, Ice Queen told us you guys got in a car crash last night, just checking in to make sure you were okay." her voice sang out. My brow arched even though she couldn't see it, and I quickly checked the time stated on my phone.

"It is eleven in the morning, Yang. My accident happened at least sixteen hours ago." I stated dryly, "While I appreciate the concern, I feel that perhaps you are a bit late."

"Meh, I figured you were fine. Knowing you, the car probably got hurt more." I blinked at her eerily accurate statement. The actual car crash did little to Weiss and I other than startle us, any damage to me had been done by firearms and Weiss had come out of the incident a bit tired, but unhurt. She truly is clever with her glyphs and agility. But still, I felt a little miffed that she was so unconcerned.

"I will have you know that I bruise like a peach." I replied snootily.

"Pft, a peach made of iron, maybe." she laughed. "Anyway, I felt kinda bad that you had to spend all day in Vale alone, so I figured I'd grab Bee and come pick you up. We can go get the stuff you wanted to buy yesterday and just, I don't know, hang out. Just the two of us. There's a movie I kinda wanna see too, so this'll be perfect."

"That would be...nice." I said truthfully. It'd been a month or two since we'd gone out with just the two of us, usually she'd have one of her friends or Ruby tag along. While I didn't dislike her friends, I tended to talk less around them, and with Ruby I tended to focus on the girl more. With Yang, I could just be myself. "Tell me when you get here and we can meet up outside Motor Joe's."

"Cool!" she chirped. I made to hang up before she quickly interrupted, "Wait, can Bumblebee even lift your fat ass?"

...I am not fat...


A/N: A little taste of what being a Schnee is like. Weiss mentioned in the show that board members were executed, but then instantly made it out as if having a train of Dust stolen was a bigger issue. I felt that maybe we should expand a bit more on exactly how much terror the White Fang has to cause to make such a drastic change in behavior. In the end, no matter what side they're fighting on, people will think they're fighting for what's right. Not many would do so otherwise. But it doesn't change the fact that the White Fang are considered terrorists, and have done some incredibly cruel things which have been somewhat skimmed over, since y'know, its supposed to be a family friendly show. Trappers and penetration rounds were something I'd been juggling around in my head for a while, especially since Aura and how much it can and can't take has been all over the place. Like how Tukson got brained in what I assume to be one shot, yet you see these kids blasting people around with no real repercussions. It could have just been lowered charges used for dueling, but considering they use the standard ammunition to kill Grimm, it seems counterproductive to constantly carry around underpowered bullets. As for Trappers, its just that there's such a diversity between Hunters, that it felt right to have a separate class for those who aren't hunting Grimm, but rather people. Not every Hunter can turn out to be a good guy after all, and there have to be Semblances and those who specialize more in dueling than beating on massive Grimm. Way I see it, Pyrrha would make an excellent Trapper, perhaps even better than she would a Hunter considering she lacks any super heavy hitting attacks that can be used to finish off larger Grimm. She's all about calculated finesse, reflex, and flexibility, and her most impressive fights have been in duels, where her swordsmanship really shines. While she's fantastic against Grimm, I just feel that she's more designed to fight other people. Anyways, read, review, enjoy!

Weiss' dirty joke made me cringe, but apparently Laz likes it. But Laz is weird, so he doesn't count.