This weekend was boring, and I had blood drawn (fun fun fun!(I have a fear of needles)) and I decided to write a bit. I hope you people enjoy this and have fun with it. So, without further adieu, Team BURA VS DEMON. And if you think that's it, you don't know me. :3

Why does this feel so wrong?

That was the last thought he thought before he clashed blades with Ronaldo. His weird arm contraptions had blades that came out from five slits on the front, each where his fingers were. They were sharp and deadly and were nimble. Something his blades weren't.

But he had advantages nobody else did. He swung his blades with enough force to send his backwards, but the moment he did, Ural came forward, shotgun in her hands that she fired off. He slid under the bullets, but was surprised when she threw her weapon at him. He deflated it and sent it flying back to her.

Catching it in midair, she rushed him, holding the grip on the barrel, which she then swung towards him like a bat. The blade came close to his face but he side stepped it and grinned.

"Nice footwork," he commented as she danced backwards. Inwardly he was groaning. Is it cause Auburn's here? I mean…if she wasn't this would probably be fine…sure I won't kill any of them, but I don't want to have to hurt her…

She clearly had no problems with such a thing. She rushed him with her palm out with the intent to kill, or at the very least hurt like hell. He side stepped and began deflecting her swings with his own hands.

She growled and glared at him. "Just go down!" she said as she tried to hit him, her fists constantly being deflected. Shotgun girl came back with her barrel pointed at him, his eyes going wide behind the mask.

Damnit I can't let her get hit! He thought to himself. If he dodged, Ural would have shot Auburn, and he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he needed to. He instead grabbed the barrel and pushed it up. Unfortunately, this gave Auburn a chance to send a fist into his side. She sent him flying off and crashing into a tree, knocking down the 10 foot thick tree and making it land with a loud crash, birds flying away from the scene.

He stood up with a groan and shook his head as the four gathered around him. "That hurt," he said with a crooked grin as he cracked his neck. "Continue please, the battle's not done until one of us are out."

Shotgun girl ran up first, barrel pointed straight at him. He moved forward to grab it, but was forced to dodge back, clutching his hand. "Hot," he said as he looked at her now steaming weapon. "Your semblance?"

She didn't answer, just pointed and fired. He sidestepped, but one of the bullets dug through his coat, leaving a hole. He touched it and winced. Hot. Yup, she can heat metals with her god damn aura…

He didn't have time to think as he was rushed by the tag team of Ronaldo and Auburn, both swinging their weapons at him. He had to keep on pushing them back, silently swearing. Perfect timing for the dust not to work!

He used his semblance to get away from them, only to find Bistre right next to him, pistols out. "Bam!" the gentleman said as he fired off two rounds from each pistol. He used his semblance in rapid succession to escape, although he was starting to get pissed.

"You guys aren't bad," he admitted as he hid in the forest. "But you won't be able to take me out."

His eyes went wide and he suddenly turned, sensing murderous intent. A blade was coming out from the shadow of the tree he was in, heading straight for his back. He kicked it away and hopped out back into the sunlight where the others were waiting.

"Hmm…interesting semblance…" he muttered as he looked at the others. "So I can't sneak around can I?"

"No, you can't," Bistre said with a small smirk. "Checkmate then."

Something inside snapped and he growled. "I don't like it when people weaker than me get cocky," he grinned as he felt something begin to flow through his veins. "Perfect. Well…let's see if I'm really in checkmate."

He pulled his hands back, both arms getting covered in the red and black symbols underneath his clothes. He slammed his hands together and shot out a wave of fire.

The four students hopped away in surprise as everything for 100 feet back was lit ablaze. "Still think you can take me down?" he asked the others rather cockily.

Bistre looked at his teammates who nodded back. "W can," he said firmly. "We have our own trump card still left."

"Oh?" he smirked. "I can't wait to see what that is," he said as he rushed them, legs crossed with yellow and brown symbols, strengthen them and making him faster. "Let's see it then!" he said with a forced laugh as he launched himself at them."

On a cliff overlooking the battle 10 miles away, another passenger was dropped off from the bullhead. She pulled out an earpiece and attached it in, turning it on. "testing? Testing?"

"I hear you," Ozpin said.

"Good, so you have the info?"

"I do." She could hear some tapping as he pulled it up. "The Demon is also known as Casper. I ran a check on what his face looked like with every single security camera in Vale, as well as all social media profiles. I had to pull a lot of strings for this information."

"Don't make it sound like I owe you for this info," she said as she pulled out her sniper. "You want him, and this information is important to capturing him. You can swear Auburn's his friend?"

"I can," Ozpin said without a hint of doubt.

"Do you think she knows about his other occupation?"

"I don't believe so, but I won't say she doesn't," he said, sounding unsure.

She pulled out her sniper rifle and put the mechanical eye to the scope, it connecting to the gun with a soft, metallic click. She looked down and zoomed in. "It seems…unlikely. She is fighting as hard as she does when I looked at the replays of her fighting with her team."

"So you're saying she's in the dark about who he is?"

"Correct."

"Well…I leave the rest to you then," Ozpin said. "Keep me informed as to what is happening."

"Alright. Signing off Ozpin," she said before hanging up. She looked down and sighed. "Sorry Auburn, but I have to do this for the greater good," she said as she looked down her sights and waited for the opportune moment to fire.

Meanwhile at the fight, the four students were having a hard time handling the monster they now had to deal with. He was faster, stronger, and better all around than he had been a few moments before. It was as if the dust in him acted as a steroid or something. He was the most harmful super soldier the world had ever seen.

He laughed as his fist connected with Ronaldo's face, sending him flying. He crashed through nearly a dozen 10 foot thick trees before sliding to a halt in the dirt, not getting up.

Worried he might have gone too far, and not wanting other teenager's bloods on his hand, he appeared next to him.

"Don't you kill him!" Auburn screamed as she came up behind him, swinging a punch at him with no regard for her own safety. He simply caught the fist and used her momentum to send her flying back the way she came. He leaned down and checked his pulse and breathing. Good, he's alive, he thought as he turned around just in time to catch the blade of an angry Ural.

Blood dripped down his hand as his aura was already depleted and he was now running on dust and adrenaline. She glared at him with hatred. "Get away from him!" she snarled. He did so, launching himself away with his sped up legs.

She leaned down and checked him to see if he was okay, while the other two guarded her. She looked up once she was done, and glared at him. "What did you do to him?" she asked simply.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"So why did you get so close to him?" Auburn asked. "To finish the job?"

He shrugged again. "Nothing I say will convince you, so just stop talking and fight," he said, although he sounded as if he had lost all interest in the fight, which he had. He never had had any interest in the fight to begin with, he wanted this to end. Ugh…if Auburn wasn't here… he grumbled in his own head.

Bistre and Ural rushed him as he was lost in his thoughts, bought gun barrels pointed at him. In a flash, right before they pulled their triggers, he was gone, instead, two steps forward. He spun around with his fist out, slamming it into them one after another. What happened was so fast that to Auburn, who was dragging their knocked out teammate to somewhere safe, it looked as if their own guns had hit each other and sent them flying into the nearest tress. They didn't smash through them, but Ural crumpled to the ground, knocked out.

Bistre was still able to bring himself up to a standing position as Auburn came over to help him. "You need medicine," she said, noticing a gash on his forehead. "You could bleed out."

"We have bigger problems," he said, pointing his guns at the Demon. "Just run and don't look back. We're basically dead thanks to this guy."

"He's right you know," Casper said, realizing he had a way to get her out of this. "You ought to just run away. Your trump card either wasn't good enough for me to notice it, is broken, or hasn't been used. And with half your team out and one on the edge, it seems like I win, no?" He was grinning cockily. "When you put someone into check, make sure they haven't trapped you in the process."

She glared at him and got into a boxer stance. "I'll fight you even if I'm the last person alive to stand in your way."

Instead of fighting, he stuck out a hand. "Why don't you join the White Fang?" he offered. "I'll forgive everything you've done so far if you do. I can even convince them to look past it, those higher up I mean."

She glared at his hand and shook her head. "No way in hell, I'll stay and fight by my teammates to the end!" she said firmly. "I'm loyal until the very end!"

He sighed and shook his head. "Don't you get it?" he snarled, getting frustrated with her stubbornness, a trait that mirrored him. "It's already over, I've won, and there's nothing you can do about it! Look!" he said, pointing to Bistre who was struggling to stand on his feet. He will fall in a second, then it will be me versus you. Who can win?"

She looked at Bistre and bit her lower lips. "I…I'll still fight! For justice!" she said as she rushed him with her battle cry, not noticing Bistre collapse from blood loss.

He waited until she was swinging at him. He just reached out and grabbed her arm, halting her swing. "Just stop…you can't win…" he said, sounding strangely sorrowful.

"I'll still fight until you're gone!" she said as she swung her other fist, only to have another hand grab it and hold it back.

"…" he was silent as he looked down at her, before he swung his head forward and slammed his skull into hers, making her cry out in pain and stumble as she was released, falling onto her rear as she found everything looked dizzy.

He walked forward and leaned down, his chest aching. Why does it hurt? I wasn't shot… he thought to himself as he looked down at the still glaring, but confused Auburn. He sighed and patted her head gently. "You have teammates to take care of…" he said softly as he turned to leave.

In her state of dizziness and closeness to passing out, a thought ran through her head. He sounds a lot like Casper huh? She opened her mouth and called out, "C…Casper?"

He froze at the mention of his name, but didn't turn around. "Who's….that?" he asked through clenched teeth as he fought the urge to tell her everything.

"N…nobody…" she muttered. I can't get him involved. And there's no way Casper would get himself involved with the White Fang or be the Devil himself! I must just be thinking crazy things from the hit on my head, she reasoned.

He turned away and began to calmly leave the scene, but his eyes went wide. He rushed back and sped forward, blocking Auburn with his arms wide as three shots, all of which would have killed the girl behind him, tore through his leg, chest, and shoulder. He gasped and fell down, coughing out blood as Auburn stared in shock.

Did the Demon just save me? She asked herself, before she crawled forward, seeing him fall. "H…hey? What's wrong? Why did you do that?" she asked as he coughed out blood.

"N…no reason…I just don't like…this…" he growled as he forced himself to stand up. "Treat your friends, they need it," he said through clenched teeth as blood dribbled out his mouth.

"You'll die if you keep on walking," she said as he began heading into the forest. "Stop. Just go to prison and they'll take care of you!"

He laughed. "I'm not getting locked up." He said as he walked away. "Besides, I've had worse wounds than this before…" he then vanished into the forest, a trail of blood where he walked.

Auburn watched him walk away, for once feeling conflicted about what was good and bad. No doubt those shots had come from Angel, the other person on the bullhead who said she'd help take down the Demon, but why did she shoot at her? And why did the most evil member of the White Fang save her? Those questions whirled around her head as she pulled out her scroll and hit the "Emergency Evac" button before passing out.

On the cliff, Angel swore and lowered her gun. "Well…I might have killed him, but he didn't die when I shot…so I should hunt him…but that's not in my contract." She grinned and crossed her legs. I wonder if he'll live…well…whatever happens, it's bound to be interesting, she thought as she began to hum softly to herself, waiting for the ride she had been promised by Ozpin to arrive and pick her up.

Angel and Oz suck don't they? Well, at least here they do. FOR THE RECORD OZ DIDN'T ORDER HER TO SHOOT AUBURN! Just to handle it. So I guess just Auburn sucks huh? Anyway, fav and follow for more, and review if you think you should. Ciao!