I shall admit, this chapter is not as good as I wanted it to be, but its better than nothing.


Chapter 10:

Bastian

Bastian Harland's boots produced a barely audible clunk as he stepped down the metal ramp, disembarking the Bullhead, rifle slung over his right shoulder. He shot a glance over to the White Fang members to his left who were lasing around near the bottom of the ramp.

"Move it you scoundrels!" his voice bellowed, echoing through the docks, "We have a schedule to fit and you aren't exactly doing too well!"

In the distance, Bastian heard a faint 'thud'. He froze.

"Stop!" he held out his hand to the White Fang workers and they did just that. He focused his ears and eyes on every inch of the docks around him, searching for anything out of the norm, an intruder or worse. After a few seconds, Bastian felt satisfied that they were safe to continue their operation.

"Continue!" he shouted, finally reaching the concrete floor and stepping off the metal ramp.

"You, you!" he pointed at two of the seemingly more organised White Fang grunts, "Over here!"

He unslung his rifle from his shoulder, the large weapon glowing a soft blue and humming a soft tune as energy crackled through it.

"In the Bullhead there is a large white crate. Bring it out. Slowly. Upright." he commanded the grunts. The two White Fang ran up the ramp, their boots uttering loud thumping noises when they came in contact with the metal.

Bastian walked ahead, away from the Bullhead, rifle at the ready, aimed ahead. More faint noises could be heard, footsteps, very soft footsteps. No regular man would have been able to hear those delicate feet, but Bastian could hear them all too clearly. He stood and waited. Shadows seemed to dance in and out between the various shipping containers.

"I can hear you…" he sung

He waited longer

Silence

But that silence was broken, the footsteps neared once more, approaching rapidly from behind. When the footsteps drew close enough, Bastian lashed out behind him with his rifle, the chunky gun barely missing a black-haired girl's head. She had jumped back to avoid the sudden offensive from the large man in front of her. Bastian swivelled around to get a good look at the sudden arrival.

His optics identified her as 'Blake Belladonna'.

A smile flashed across his face, illuminated by the moonlight.

"They have finally resorted to taking kids as young as yourself and training them to be hunters, eh?" he questioned rhetorically as he examined every single move the girl made, every single twitch. He examined her eyes, he examined her bow. He examined her weapon, her poor excuse for a weapon. Looked more like a twig.

She readied her weapon as he readied his.

"Kill the misguided…" he reminded himself

Blake mad the first move, dashing forward and leaping into the air in an attempt to attack him from above. Bastian rolled forward, avoiding the sword blade that would have sliced through his skull if he had stayed put. He rose up, aiming his rifle directly at Blake's torso as she regained her posture from the fancy flip she had just performed.

He pulled the trigger, blue energy crackling through the barrel of the gun as it was released in a long blue spear-like formation, flying towards Blake with incredible speed. Blake just managed to avoid the blue energy impacting her torso, but not without substituting another part of her body to the pain.

The blue spear of energy had just managed to skim the edge of her arm, some of the blue substance rubbing off onto her arm. She screamed in pain as the blue energy crackled, sparks of electricity shooting from the wound in her arm. The blue energy spread further up her arm, slowly dissolving through her skin as it attempted to engulf her arm. Pain coursed through her entire body as she desperately tried to rid herself of the blue energy.

The remainder of the spear continued to burn through a shipping container behind Blake, eventually igniting with the contents of the container, fire dust, resulting in a magnificent eruption of red that flew well into the air.

Bastian considered letting the faunas girl suffer some more before the blue substance eventually corroded a couple vital organs or she ceased due to the immense pain, but he decided against it and made the decision to end her miserable life now. Just in case.

"So much to learn… so much wasted life… so little history…" he spoke

He raised his rifle again, this time aimed at her head as she thrashed on the floor. He readied himself to pull the trigger but was interrupted when a banana peel flopped against his head. He groaned in annoyance as he looked up to see the figurine of a monkey faunas flying through the air above him, aiming to land directly on top of him.

Bastian slid to the left and swatted the smaller person out of the air. The monkey faunas landed with a loud thud on the concrete. He started to stand up as Bastian's optics identified the boy as 'Sun Wukong'.

Bastian sighed as he drew his revolver and aimed it dead center of Sun's head. Once again, he was interrupted, this time by a voice.

"Hey!"

He quickly located the source of the childish voice and decided to empty a round into Sun's chest before turning to face it.

Standing atop a rooftop some one hundred or so meters away was a girl in a red cloak with an incredibly oversized scythe planted into the rooftop beside her.

Bastian took a pop shot at the girl with his revolver, only managing to hit the edge of the concrete roof. The girl seemed to yelp as she jumped back from the impact of the bullet against the concrete roof. Bastian turned back to the matter at hand, failing to notice a second girl who appeared behind the girl in red.

A few more Bullheads were now hovering over the docks.

Bastian's rifle shifted, its mechanical parts folding past each other until a cylindrical slot appeared in the base of the gun. He slid his forearm into the slot and the parts shifted once more, enveloping his entire right arm in a smooth metal casing. The forearm was bulky and had what looked like a gun built into it, still glowing the same blue as the rifle had done.

The forearm shifted, a gleaming metallic blade unfolding from the end and running against the underside of his forearm, below his palm. The blue lights flickered, switching their colour to a demonic red as the new red energy coated the edge of the thick blade that was now attached to his forearm.

Blake was still making quite the racket even though the blue energy that had been slowly eating away at her arm had now mysteriously vanished. The pain didn't subside, it just got worse. On the bright side for her, no physical damage was being done to her body. Only psychological.

Sun had now gotten to his feet and was charging Bastian with some sort of folding staff. His attacks were quick but easily avoided by Bastian. With one great swing, Bastian brought his blade up diagonally, aiming to cut Sun in half. The monkey faunas raised his staff to block the attack but instead of being greeted with the 'clang' sound of metal on metal, his ears were only greeted with a faint 'swish' as Bastian's red coated blade cut effortlessly through the center of Sun's staff.

Sun persisted and kept retaliating, only for his staff to be cut down once more. Now in three separate parts, Sun gathered his staff, preparing for one final assault. Bastian met Sun's swing with a hand to the throat after swatting the attack away.

He licked his lips.

A pain coursed through his body.

He growled in pain as he dropped Sun to the floor, trampling over him before he got a chance to kiss the ground. Bastian raised his empty hand up to his right shoulder where the pain originated and gripped a long metallic object. He looked down to his shoulder.

Protruding from his right shoulder was a long, thin metal blade. It stuck out of his shoulder like someone had just poked a ridiculously oversized needle through him. He looked back to see the blade's handle and a rotating dust barrel sticking out the back of his shoulder. Something else caught his eye, a young girl with white hair and a white dress with blue highlights sat on the floor with a stupefied look on her face, probably wondering why this man was nearly unfazed when he had a sword thrust through his shoulder. Either that or why she was having so much trouble getting the blade back out of his shoulder.

Bastian reached back and gripped the cold metal in his hand, easily bending the weak material and snapping the blade in two. He dropped the bottom half to the ground and left the top half in his shoulder as he strode towards the girl in white who he had now identified as 'Weiss Schnee'. His blade extended out further, now an entire 30cm in front of his arm.

He groaned in annoyance when he was once again interrupted, this time by a sharp feeling in his side. He showed no signs of pain as his head darted around to look for his new attacker. He wasn't disappointed, he found her quickly, just quick enough to narrowly avoid a strike aimed at his face.

The blonde girl's gauntlet narrowly missed his head as he swerved to the side but he was caught in the stomach by a second gauntlet. The impact of the girl's attack went nearly unnoticed by Bastian as he brought his knee up into the blonde's stomach, creating some separation. His optics identified the girl as 'Yang Xiao Long'.

Yang reinitiated the combat, firing several shotgun shells towards her adversary. He rolled to avoid the first two and blocked the last with his metallic arm. She advanced quickly whilst he was distracted and launched four quick jabs to his midsection. None found their mark as he leapt back, brandishing his blade.

"Indiscriminate. All indiscriminate. Stupid." He muttered

'A waste of time, this is all a waste of time. They must be done by now!' he thought to himself as green laser beams erupted in the sky, slicing through multiple Bullheads.

'Definitely a waste of time.' Bastian sent his fist forward with tremendous force, Yang blocked. The impact was violent, shattering the bones in her forearms and sending her flying back and rolling across the floor.

Bastian dug his blade into the ground, cracking the concrete. The cracks slowly spread across the ground, forming a line between him and his now fallen adversaries. Upon heaving his red coated blade out of the ground, crimson lines streaked up from the cracks, creating a thick red wall between him and the kids.

"Separate. Misguided… stupid… children…" he muttered to himself

He ran off, heading away from the past commotion, back to his Bullhead.

Meanwhile…

Death stood in between the shipping containers, engulfed by shadows as he watched the conflict. The amount of luck these kids had…

How were they still alive?

Oh well, at least he knew that Blake wasn't a part of the White Fang anymore… That was bound to get her some positive marks.

Bastian stood in front of the large white crate that had been lifted from the Bullhead to the concrete beneath his feet. He was going to have to move it back in again.

And to think he was actually going to be able to use it…

Death watched as team RWBY (and Sun) slowly got to their feet, Ruby joining them from her previous position on the rooftops. She had become so endorsed in watching Penny take down three airships that she had forgotten to aid her team.

Blake remained on the floor, now unconscious as a result of the immense pain that had been shooting through her body, courtesy of the strange blue substance which was now nowhere to be seen. It had even left a massive hole in a nearby shipping container.

Weiss and Sun were mourning over their weapons which were both in several more pieces than they should have been in.

Police sirens filled the air as several VPD (Vale Police Department) vehicles pulled into the docks.

Death looked up at the night sky before walking to join team RWBY and Sun in their conversation.


Full fight scene? Nah


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