Reddened blood spills even from the so called gods.

Winter ice halt the so called gods of this world.

Blackened shadows reveal the true form of the formless foe.

Yellow flames shall reveal your sins to the world at large.

Just you wait.

Nobody shall come out unscaved.

Power shall reveal the victor.

Revolution is around the corner.

"And by the looks of it, the finals will be between Pyrrha Nikos of Beacon…" Oobleck waited for the applause and cheer to die down a bit.

"And Penny Polendina of Atlas!" Port finished.

Both combatants met in the center ring. They shook hands.

"Salu-tations! I hope our fight will be most enjoyable!"

Pyrrha nodded to her opponent, "Likewise."

The two took to their positions.

"FIGHT!"

The two were engaged in ferocious combat. Blades clashing against blades. Swords stopped by shields, and stopping thrown shields.

Pyrrha's semblance kept her weapons close, while Penny's wires kept hers close.

The two were matching each other blow-for-blow, aura levels rarely ever depleting.

"Emerald. Are you in position?"

"Put an 'affirmative' on that, Hardy. Shall I introduce Invincible girl to my semblance?"

"Do it."

"Alright. Let's cause some chaos…"

Pyrrha blinked. There were only eight blades before, right?

Because now, there's about forty-eight.

And all of them were pointed at her.

"All men to your stations! The war is starting. This is a Z-Level alert. Repeat: A Z-Level alert!"

Ironwood sent the message to the troops of his military. He was rushing towards the tournament, he was intent on defeating his foes once and for all. He had a job to protect people, and if that meant that he was going to use the ORF, then so be it.

"Sir, I sent the message to the other leaders as requested. Ozpin is on his way over to assist."

"Good job, Jones. Good job."

"It's pronounced 'Joe-enes', sir. But thank you."

"The sooner we get there, the better. Ugh, why did they design this thing with long-ass hallways?" Ironwood lamented.

"Maybe you should let things run their course."

Ironwood and his assistant stopped their approach, "Mercury Black."

The gray-haired fighter smirked, "That's my name. Don't wear it out."

"Should've figured that you would be in on this. So, what's the plan for this anyways?" Ironwood prodded.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to goad me into monologuing. But I'll leave you with this: Magnets and Metal. Here's hoping that the redhead doesn't start hallucinating."

"Shame that that's what Emerald specializes in."

"Xiao Long." Ironwood grumbled.

The spectre's eyes narrowed, "That girl died the moment your plan killed Summer Rose. She died the moment your plan nearly killed her sister. She DIED the moment you took everything from her!"

"Very well. If Shi Long is what you desire to be called, then who am I to question that?"

"You're the man who will pay for his crimes." Yang snarled.

"I bring peace to this world!"

"And yet, your 'plan' is to take everyone's freedom away." Mercury countered, "You sound like what all those legends make Salem out to be."

Tch Ironwood was running low on options. He had only one option to deal with this situation-

"Sir, they're stalling. They want to waste your time so you can't stop the tournament." Joenes realized.

"So the cunning military 'genius' figures it out. And all he needed was five minutes and his assistant to realize it." Mercury taunted.

"I've had enough of this banter. If you wish to fight my superior, you will have to go through me first!"

"You? Don't make me laugh!" Mercury replied, "A scrawny scrub like you has no chance against the two of us. The only way you'll even stand a ghost of a chance is if you have Jimmy there backing you up."

"Appearances can be deceiving…" The assistant replied darkly. His body started to reformat. His arms opened to reveal a set of arm cannons. Out of his back came four metal tentacles, each with a different weapon attached. One tentacle had a simple claw, while the one closest to his right arm had what appeared to be a large cattle prod, while the one nearby his left foot seemed to be a regular tentacle, and the one nearby the other foot seemed to be a hammer of sorts.

"Miss Long, Mister Black. I'd like to introduce you to Joenes Rockman. Or as you will soon be calling him: Your demise." Ironwood announced.

Qrow woke up with a small crack on his skull, "Augh, the back of my head…"

"Oh, you're awake. Finally." Jensen said, getting up from her seat.

"Sum… Where's Sum?" He called frantically.

"Woah there, Qrow. You're at the hospital. Whatever got you got you good. A crack in the back of the skull. I got you to the hospital as fast as I could. That Summer girl said she was going after whoever hit you." The woman reassured.

"No… She's gone again…" Qrow lamented, "Did…" He propped himself up, "Did you see where she was headed?"

Jensen blinked, "Uh, I think she was heading towards the docks or something."

"Then I'll be at the docks." he replied.

"Wait, you're injured! You can't go out there." She pleaded.

Qrow looked down at his feet, "Eh," He shrugged, "I've had worse."

"When? When did you have worse?" Jensen prodded.

"The time I fought against three giant Nevermores with cracked ribs." He responded.

Jensen's mouth was agape. Never had she seen someone so reckless and headstrong.

"At least let me drive you there."

Qrow looked as if he were about to retort, then he saw her eyes. Her blue eyes filled with determination with a look that basically said 'You have no say in this.'

"Fine. Just hurry up."

'Good grief!' Pyrrha was dodging what seemed to be dozens of blades coming at her. "Ugh, first there's eight, then there's forty-eight, and now…" She was seeing over a hundred blades coming at her.

She rubbed her eyes again. It was back to forty-eight, was she seeing things?

She kept blinking, and the number kept fluctuating between the original eight blades to the thousands that kept haunting her eyesight.

She narrowly evaded a new set of blades. She looked to the screen, there were only eight blades. What the heck…?

"Rockman, take care of these two." Ironwood commanded. He started to towards the arena, a smug smirk on his face.

"I wanna kick that smirk off his face and onto his ass." Mercury growled.

"You go. I 'll take care of this robot." Yang ordered.

"I don't think you can take him on alone." Mercury said worryingly.

A large armored, armed beowolf emerged from Yang's shadow, "Who said I was alone?" she smirked.

Mercury nodded, and ran off to intercept the general.

"Alright Joenes," Yang brandished Diyu Guagou, "Let's see if you can burn…"

"So, why are we heading towards a warehouse nearby the docks?"

Qrow was clinging to his seat. He shook off some queasiness "Ugh… Didn't you say that Summer was heading here?"

"Yeah, so?"

Qrow grumbled a bit, "Well, I'm trying to find her."

"Oh, is she your girlfriend?"

Qrow looked at Jensen, "No… She's just a friend."

"Who happens to be a girl." Jensen replied.

"Sure, whatever."

Woo! A lot of stuff is happening here, and we're just about to get started on the first part of the actual war.

Joenes Rockman… He's basically Mega Man… But on steroids.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.