"SUMMER!" Qrow screamed at the top of his lungs, making his way toward her. As if someone had flipped a switch, the Grimm stopped their attack. Shaking their heads and growling at Summer, they backed away, almost as if they had become scared of her. Qrow, too, stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of this spectacle. His eyes flickered between Summer and the pack of Grimm.

"What?" He whispered, narrowing his eyes and walking toward the petite girl who stood opposite to the pack. Her stance was dominating and confident, but that couldn't be what was making Salem's creatures submissive. Before he could get any closer than a few inches from her, her body sped off, seemingly transporting itself, closer to the Grimm. Her speed had increased, and within the blink of an eye, all of the Grimm were hacked to pieces.

Qrow rubbed his eyes out of disbelief to what he had just witnessed. Opening them once more revealed Summer Rose looking past him, toward Salem he presumed, with a new quality about her. Her eyes were glowing white with energy. They were shinning like stars on a dark, clear night.

Salem softly laughed behind Qrow, sounding pleased with Summer's performance. A rumble emerged from one of the dark halls in the room, revealing more Grimm. This time, it was a large herd. Two Death Stalkers and two King Taijitu's followed by a large pack of Beowolves.

Qrow merely watched Summer's head tilt back over her shoulder, her body soon following. The Grimm began to charge, and soon, more bright light emerged from Summer. With her head tilted up to the ceiling, and what looked like a scream trying to escape her mute throat, she became completely engulfed with it, turning into nothing more than a figure in silver energy.

"Just who…"

The energy worked through her, killing the Grimm with ease and savagery. The light blasted through a few of the grim, seemingly following the path of her arms or eyes.

"…the fuck…"

The other Grimm were being cut to pieces by her daggers. The same elegance she had exhibited in their fight was still evident, but at a much deadlier level. Qrow could only stare as she slaughtered the very last Beowolf, black mist evaporating into the air as the dead Grimm slowly disappeared around her.

"…are you?"

Slowly, the energy receded, dissipating from Summer's body until she was no longer encased in the nearly blinding light. Her figure stood motionless for a few seconds before leaning to her side, ready to drop to the floor.

Before he could even think of what he was doing, Qrow had caught her just before her head smacked against the solid floor beneath them. He knelt before her, holding Summer firmly in his arms. His face was as puzzled as his mind. Before she turned into a blazing star of white light, he was confused and intrigued by her. Now he didn't know what to think. Dumbfounded, bewildered, no matter what word one chose, it didn't do his lack of 'any idea' justice. His focus turned to Summer once again, who began to shift slightly in his hold.

Eyes shot open and an arch in her back, Summer threw her head back with hands grasping at each side tightly. Her whole body writhed in agony with no sign of stopping. Eyes began to well with tears, which she shed charitably with little regard as to who was watching her. Summer seemed to finally realize that Qrow was holding her, looking up at him as her body merely shuddered slightly every second or so.

She had such a pitiful look in her eyes; an expression that spoke more than any phrase or sentence ever could. Qrow's heart leapt into his throat, not sure what to do. He had never been the comforting type. Usually, if someone was in pain or hurting, he was the one who dished it out to said victim. What he was doing right now, his current situation, was all new territory. Qrow didn't want to see her like this; a powerful, alluring, respectable woman like her reduced to a crumpled mess in his arms, enduring a pain that was too much for her to bear.

An airy whimper escaped her throat as she rested her head against his chest. She gritted her teeth and gripped the center of his vest tightly. Her body continued to shiver and Qrow wasn't sure if it was still because of the pain or if she had become cold. Her whimpers turned to loud pants as she quietly cried harder into him. He felt her hand shake against him, and in some fit of mindlessness, he grabbed it. His hand clasped around hers as he watched her face burrow harder into him.

"That was spectacular."

Qrow's head whipped to his right to see Salem looming over the both of them. His eyes narrowed along with furrowed brows. Salem moved her glance to Qrow, who still looked like he got the wind knocked out of him. The dark entity laughed softly in response to his bewilderment.

"This is your first time seeing it, right Qrow? That is the power of a Silver Eye. They are the Grimm's number one enemy. They're born warriors with an insatiable desire to fight and a power to render the Grimm submissive or, more commonly, kill them off swiftly and without haste." Salem examined Qrow as she spoke, allowing the words to sink in.

His eyes dropped back to Summer who continued to be nothing more than a whimpering form in his arms. Qrow took in a deep breath, rubbing his thumb against her cold, quivering hand.

"There are certain levels of power every Silver Eye can reach. It's been a while since I've seen her last form, however, and it truly was a sight to see."

Qrow exhaled from his nose in amusement, hearing the smile in Salem's voice. He was not able to argue with that statement. Seeing Summer at her full power cut down all those Grimm in little to no time flat was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. Summer's red, puffy eyes fluttered open, silver gazing up at Qrow and Salem. His mouth tightened into a subtle grimace. Watching her go through this was churning his stomach in the most unpleasant way. The young Rose's breath picked up its pace with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. With a quite exhale, the body of the last silver eye went limp. Summer had fainted.

"The drawback to such power is that they only reach that form if there is no other option. It may be immediate, or it may delay as it did for her, but every Silver Eye faints after using such immense power in such a quick time span. They also suffer from splitting headaches and full body muscle aches." Salem sighed, turning back to the rest of the group. "A horridly, glaring flaw in an otherwise perfect race."

The first to speak from the group was none other than his talkative sister, Raven. Her voice seemed as baffled as Qrow felt, voicing what everyone had been thinking.

"That's the reason why they were all killed? That power? I…I think I can understand why, now that I've seen it for myself." Her voice was unusually uneasy, but then again so was the quiet mumblings that followed around her.

She was right. Summer's power was a threat to Salem and their cause. Her very existence could throw the world back into The Resistances favor and restore the world of Remnant. Qrow realized how capable she was in being the protector of Remnant, of being their 'last hope'. One question remained and he felt he owed it to her for the exhilarating, albeit short fight, to speak up and ask it.

"So, what's stopping her?" Qrow spoke in a raised voice and without conviction. It was a question he wanted answered that no one in the room currently could. He turned to his comrades and Salem, continuing with his probing. "What's stopping her? If Summer Rose has this much power and can fight like she just did now, then why be so passive? Why not resist me when I came to fetch her? She and her little goons were evading Hazel for years before I ran into them…why come now? What reason could she possibly have for surrendering herself?" Qrow seemed to only become more frustrated with each question. Placing her hand in her lap, which he had been holding up until now, he ran his fingers through his hair.

Tyrian, the scorpion faunus, giggled quietly before voicing his own thoughts, "Well, Qrow, why not ask her yourself when she comes to?"

Cinder scoffed at the notion, "Yeah, right, as if we could trust whatever comes out of her mouth."

Qrow's eyes rolled so angrily that they about popped right out of his skull. "You're right, it would be untrustworthy for anything to come out of a mute's mouth. Mute. She is a mute, Cinder. Nothing is coming out of her mouth!"

Raven and Tyrian snickered at his sarcastic comment, turning Cinder's blaring, golden eyes on them. If looks could kill, Cinder would be a mass murderer.

"Well, then, what do you want done, My Queen?" Raven addressed Salem quickly as to jump from the soon to be sarcastic conversation between Qrow and Cinder, filled with bickering and animosity.

Qrow's heart picked up in pace. He, too, was curious as to what she wanted done with her. What he didn't want, however, was to ask that question.

Salem examined Qrow and Summer carefully, holding the silence in the air far longer than anyone was comfortable with. Tired of waiting, Qrow turned his attention back to the girl who could burst into rose petals and disappear at will. Though her body was relaxed and her breathing was calm and regular, her face still held a great deal of pain. Gently, Qrow squeezed her closer and grabbed onto her hand once more. Her fingers still held a chill to them but the rest of her hand had warmed up. He sighed in relief.

"Qrow." Salem commented, wanting to gain back her warrior's attention.

"Her temperature is back to normal and her breathing is regular." He affirmed, unsure of what the hell he was doing. His hand dropped from hers as he felt his face become slightly hot. Qrow's eyes drifted to a spot on the floor, averting any sight of Summer.

'The fuck am I doing?!' He chided himself in his thoughts, growing more and more pissed off.

Salem took pause, observing Qrow once more before announcing, "I do not believe the girl needs to die. Yet."

Qrow turned to gawk at Salem, unsure if he just heard that sentence fall from her mouth. He noticed that everyone else in his faction carried the same expression. They were listless, speechless, and quite very motionless.

Salem continued, "Take her up to the East Tower and throw her in a cell for now." With nothing else to address or witness, Salem made toward the door and left everyone else in the cold arena by themselves.

"Did-Did that just happen?!" Cinder, along with everyone else, couldn't believe their ears. "She just said to take her to the tower cells, right?!" She was beginning to throw a fit, as Cinder usually does, but at least this time other's shared her disbelief.

Qrow began to feel uneasy. Salem had always been so sure of herself and any decision she had made. In truth, her plans or choices always worked out in her favor. Why change it now? When she could have easily killed off Summer while Qrow held her, though he is surprisingly grateful that she didn't, why did she just leave her to be put in a cell?

Gripping the bridge of his nose with his hand, he felt fingers grip his shoulder. It was, of course, Raven's fingers perched on his collarbone.

"Come on, let's get her up to the tower. Then, we can figure out if Salem is in the mood to explain herself." Raven's face seemed to reflect her shaky voice. She, too, shared Qrow's apprehension.

"Yeah." Moving the muscles in his legs, he lifted Summer up and began to carry her out of the Arena and toward the stairs that would lead them to the East Tower.

"So, you seemed like you enjoyed yourself back there." Raven smirked, poking her older twin's shoulder.

"Heh, if you're lucky enough, maybe you can fight her next time. It was enjoyable to actually have a match with someone who knows what they're doing." Qrow glanced down at Summer, noticing that her face has become more relaxed since leaving the arena. "She's a hell of a fighter. I think she enjoyed it more than I did."

Raven laughed, snorting a bit at Qrow's last sentence. "No, I don't think that is possible. You physically get frustrated and socially unbearable to be around when you don't get a chance to fight. I doubt that she shares any amount passion for fighting that you do."

Qrow chuckled, "You need to go up against her, Rae. She's someone who is on my level. Passion, skill, and all of that."

"Don't misunderstand, I could see she was enjoying herself. The girl couldn't stop smiling the entire time you were battling. You guys actually looked oddly in synch with one another." Raven cocked her head slightly, hung up on the fluidity of their battle. She began to lose herself in thought just as they had reached the stairs.

The twins climbed in silence, with only the sounds of their footsteps to fill the quiet void. Qrow thought back to his interaction with Summer. Unconscious and limp with no serious visible sign of pain other than a slightly scrunched face was Summer's condition, so why in all The Brothers did Qrow react the way he did. Hell, even while she was awake, his behavior didn't make sense. Holding her hand, catching her before she fell, calling out her name?! What was wrong with him? Was he drawn to her? If so, what was the reason? Didn't he only want to fight her? Why wasn't he satisfied with just battling her? Was he sick? He didn't feel unwell…except, when he had to watch Summer thrash in pain beneath him. That didn't make sense, either. He had watched Ironwood writhe in a similar way back in Vale, and that didn't bother him. Qrow actually rather enjoyed wiping off that little cocky look in his eye.

Reaching the top, Raven picked the fourth cell down to place Summer in. Upon opening it for her brother, Qrow quietly sauntered in and placed her on the stone slab that was in the chamber.

"With that kind of power, you need to chain her up." Raven commented, pointing to the leg cuffs and chains on the floor near his feet.

Qrow almost protested before he stopped himself, realizing what he was protesting against. He quickly locked the braces onto her ankles and walked out of the barred space, not waiting for his sister. He needed to leave, get away from this woman who had a hold on him.

He hastily strode toward his bedroom, ready for a goodnights sleep. Before he could get to his door, there was Cinder, waiting in front of it. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. Her golden eyes stared right back as she toyed with strands of her hair and eyed him up coyly. Qrow narrowed his, raising an eyebrow to her. Cinder smirked, moving from his doorway and tottered toward him.

"Awww, poor Qrow's little fight got interrupted. Did you not get to release all that pent up frustration you've been building on for the past few months?" Her fingers trailed up and down his chest seductively. "Well, I'm feeling a bit pent up, myself."

Qrow's eyes became half-lidded and impatient. "Is that so?" He responded, sneering at her and losing any patience he had left in.

"Do you want me to make you…feel good?" Her eyebrows angled downward, making her smile all the more sultry looking. A slight smirk peaked on the edge of his mouth.

If anything, Cinder's confidence in herself amused him. She was a young, inexperienced spitfire who held the self-assurance beyond even his own ego. Her mouth always ran before she gave her opinions any thought and she spoke about fighting and 'atrocities' she has experienced that wouldn't even make Watts quiver. Cinder was Qrow's personal pain in the ass. Ever since joining Salem two years ago, she has had an irritating infatuation with him. She was, however, a woman. An easy woman who did not hide that she was attracted to him. It may be true that she has frustrations she needs to 'release' just like him, but the more obvious one would come to after witnessing her behavior was that she wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

Remnant brothels weren't getting any cheaper, and sometimes Qrow just needs a quick fix. Much like right now.

His behavior with Summer had him anxious and, as Cinder put it, frustrated. He needed thoughts of her gone for the night and perhaps using Cinder was a simple way to do it. Summer would be out of his mind and Cinder would forget how to properly use her legs.

He began walking toward her, pushing her back against the door to his room. Cinder went to touch the knob to his door, but was stopped by Qrow who shook his head. She smiled, walking toward her room with Qrow following her.

Fumbling with her keys to unlock her own bedroom door, Qrow snaked his hand under her shirt and bra, massaging her breast at an agonizingly slow pace. His other hand lifted up her skirt, playing with folds that were already drenched in her own juices. Cinder could barely focus, arching her back and rubbing her butt up against his crotch in response to the sudden attention he was giving her. He quickly inserted a finger in her, making her squeal in pleasure. He began to slowly move in and out of her, matching the pace of his opposite hand.

"Well, am I fucking you right here or you going to open the door?" His voice had taken a dark, intimidating turn. "Don't make me wait." He growled in her ear, hot breath hitting the back of her neck and eliciting a moan from her in response. The lock finally turned and the door flew open. "Good girl." He smirked, praising her and receiving a purr in response. He was astonished that the weak willed woman before him could manage opening the door. It wouldn't be the first time Qrow had plowed her out in the halls, and Cinder couldn't help but melt under his touch.

Removing his hands from her body, he allowed the woman to stumble forward as he entered the room behind her and closed the door.