To the Wonderful Reader,
Before this chapter begins, I would first like to profusely apologize for how late this update was released. Due to elements beyond my control I was unable to focus on writing and thus ended up neglecting this work and you, the audience; a shameful act indeed. Fortunately everything seems to be stable now and thus I can continue with what I love doing. However, my involuntary hiatus also brought me to a realization: that I was starting to burn out after focusing on one story for so long. Thinking back I had ended up running into nasty cases of writer's block more and more frequently as time went on and with each chapter I ended up redoing my outline for this story over and over again. It was exhausting. Thus I must announce that I will be slowing down on my releases of this story. I know, I know, it may not be a popular choice with most, but I feel that this is the best way for me to be able to release well written and well thought-out content. What I plan to do instead is alternate between three different stories, including Four ABSN Souls so that I can have more diversity. (The poll above is directly connected to this.) Hopefully as I continue with this system of writing, I will be able to write more frequently. For now, I must thank all those who decided to stick around for the next update despite its lateness and thank any new readers for reading all the way through to this point. Thank you to those who decided to read this entire note in the first place instead of skipping it! And I hope that you will all continue to join me on this adventure as well as the other adventures I am undertaking!
Happy Reading!
BloodAvenger42
P.S. Thank you to all those who already voted in the poll, it will be a great help to know what people want to see next. The poll will be up until July 8th, the scheduled release date of the chapter for the other RWBY story that I'm working starring Pyrrha: Never Fight Alone.
Ch. 19 Part 1: The Past Comes Knocking
"Look out!"
"To your left!"
"No! Your left!"
"What the hell are they?!"
"I'm gonna die!"
"AAAH!"
Jaune huffed as he bashed another White Fang member across the head with the pommel of Crocea Mors.
Honestly… these guys are so dramatic.
Jaune lazily looked over towards his partner only to see her tearing through the enemy with precision and grace. It would have looked almost beautiful… if not for the slightly off smile on the girl's face as she fought. Jaune shook his head at the scene.
No wonder they think she's a demon, don't know why they think I am though…
Jaune looked thoughtful for a moment before nonchalantly shrugging while blocking an incoming attack from behind.
"Now, now, that's not very nice," stated Jaune before he pushed the assailant off.
The faunus stumbled for a bit before he regained his bearings and let out a growl, two of his friends running up to fight beside him. Jaune sighed heavily.
"Well alright then, let's make this quick," he said with a bored tone.
This did the job as the three faunus attacked at once only to fall seconds later in a heap with Jaune standing behind them picking at his ear.
"Now that that's over with, I wonder what Pyrrha has gone through?" Jaune wondered aloud.
"AAAAH!"
Jaune raised a brow and looked over at the source of the noise only to see it was a White Fang member screaming in terror as he ran with several of his friends right behind him. Not too far away was Pyrrha, her smile still on her face walking in a calmer pace after them.
"Stay away! Stay away!"
"Monster!"
"I don't wanna die!"
… Like I said… dramatic.
Jaune looked away from the scene to stare at the general direction of the slums… where Blake and Yang were. He couldn't help the funny feeling in his gut that told him something bad was going to happen, but not to him and Pyrrha, rather his wayward teammates. He tightened a fist as his eyes narrowed.
Be careful Blake… I don't know what you went through in your past, but don't let it effect you.
Jaune let out a rueful smirk at that.
"Tch, look at me trying to project my thoughts as if anyone can hear them…"
With that, Jaune activated his semblance, reappearing before the fleeing faunus causing them to stop in their tracks. Jaune smirked at the scared faunus before him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
The White Fang members seemed too scared to even let out a peep as they stared at Jaune with terrified eyes. Jaune rested Crocea Mors on his shoulder as he addressed his audience once again.
"So while I'm in a fairly bad mood, I'll be a bit generous to you all and give you a choice."
Jaune pointed Crocea Mors at the faunus at the forefront, a deer faunus judging from the antlers.
"I can be the one to end your suffering right here and now..." he said causing the group to shiver in fear.
Jaune then lowered his sword and looked over their shoulders.
"Or…"
The sight that he saw was both objectively hilarious and terrifying, as Pyrrha was continuing in her leisurely pace nonchalantly bludgeoning any White Fang operatives who tried to attack with Akouo, while Milo remained in its sword form pointed at the ground. The entire time her eyes had never left the group that Jaune had stopped. The said group must have seen what Jaune saw as they started to let out terrified shouts, of course they also seemed to remember that Jaune was still blocking off their only means of escape. Jaune cleared his throat loudly causing the group to reluctantly take their eyes off the crimson-haired demon to stare at Jaune.
"Now make your choice," said Jaune with a slight smirk, "And choose wisely~."
Blake grunted as her back slammed into a wall behind her before she swiftly ducked and rolled away, jumping back onto her feet to face her assailant. Shiro let out a gleeful giggle as she immediately took the blade out of the wall and sliced horizontally at Blake's neck forcing the cat faunus to jump backwards from harm's way.
"Not bad, Neko-chan!" said Shiro, "But you aren't going to be able to run away from me forever!"
Blake gritted her teeth as her hand gripped Gambol Shroud tighter. Shiro's words hung true, Blake had no chance of winning with this strategy. True she could try to tire the other girl out, but judging from the confident smirk on the other girl's face, that was not likely to happen soon. Shiro cocked her head at Blake as the thoughts ran through her head.
"Yare, yare Neko-chan, you really ought to pay attention!"
With that Shiro threw her right arm straight up, however Blake didn't watch the appendage all the way up, as a flash of light caught her attention. Instinctively leaning right just in time for a tiny blade to fly by, barely leaving a small cut on Blake's cheek before continuing its flight down the street. Blake winced at the stinging sensation that the cut created, but she quickly ignored it in favor of keeping her focus on the dangerous opponent before her.
Blake's options were fairly bleak already, judging from the small tidbits she managed to pick up about her surroundings through the corner of her eyes, the two were no fighting right next to the orphanage that Yang was sent plowing into by Kuro. The two were undoubtedly still fighting in there, but Blake couldn't really worry herself about that now. Blake narrowed her eyes at Shiro.
I don't know how long I can last in an open field… but if I was in an enclosed area it would be even worse, especially since I have no idea what her capabilities are…
"Tee-hee! I'm capable of pretty much anything Neko-chan!"
Blake blinked as an image flashed in her mind of a younger Shiro, smiling innocently at her. The image was short-lived, however as Blake was forced to avoid yet another slice from Shiro only the fox faunus wasn't laughing anymore, in fact a feral growl escaped the girl's lips as her pale green eyes glared balefully into Blake's own golden orbs.
"I said that you should be paying attention to me Ne-ko-cha-n," Shiro said in a low, but powerful voice, emphasizing every syllable of Blake's nickname.
Blake gritted her teeth before she charged forth to carry out her own offensive, brandishing Gambol Shroud with the blade on her dominant hand extended behind her while her sheath blade was held in a reverse grip in front of her. This caused a gleeful smile to appear on Shiro's face.
"That's the spirit!" Shiro sang.
As soon as Blake reached Shiro, she immediately rammed her sheath blade into Shiro's own in order to inhibit retaliation before spinning at that moment. Just as she thought, Shiro's blades started moving with her own as friction began its work. Seeing this, Blake spun around, taking her eyes off her opponent for a few precious seconds as she brought her sword to bear in her dominant hand in order to slice at Shiro's unprotected neck.
TING!
Or so Blake had believed only to be shocked upon seeing Shiro's silver blades blocking the oncoming strike. Blake's eyes widened a tad before she immediately pushed off the blades to gain distance from Shiro, prepared to get on the defensive, but Shiro didn't seem to be in any rush to chase her simply smiling her fox-like smile. Blake took the time to assess how Shiro could have gotten the better of her and immediately saw how when she spotted two silver glints on the ground by Shiro's feet.
"That's right, Neko-chan~," sang Shiro, seeing where Blake's eyes were, "You'll have to do better then that if you want to cut me!"
Blake growled under her breath in frustration as she brought her blades to bear once again, this time charging with a different tactic in mind. Shiro stared at Blake in slight disappointment.
"You're going to try that again?"
Blake simply narrowed her eyes in response before she made to slice at Shiro's torso, purposely leaving an opening. One that Shiro took as she sliced at Blake's head with one blade while making to block the strike with her other blade. Blake immediately activated her semblance before ducking down under the strike at her head, leaving a clone in her place. Blake then made to slice at Shiro's now unprotected side, only for Shiro to meet her halfway once again and this time follow up with a kick right into Blake's cheek. Blake saw stars as she was sent tumbling down the dirty road. Fortunately, instincts kicked in as her body automatically righted itself facing the assailant although the throbbing in Blake's head wasn't going way. Shiro let out a sigh.
"Tsk, tsk, you've become far too predictable after you left the Fang," said Shiro in mock-sadness, "And here I was hoping for at least a good fight…"
Shiro's face them morphed into a glare as she stared at Blake.
"But honestly, more than disappointed, I'm angry."
Blake glared back as she stood back up, ignoring the protests in her head, the pain making itself apparent with every move she made.
"I'm angry because throughout this entire little… scuffle," said Shiro lowing her head so that her hair shadowed her eyes, "You had the gall to hold back?!"
Blake froze at that statement.
I was… holding back?
Taking notice in Blake's demeanor, Shiro's expression turned even angrier.
"Worse still you didn't even realize it."
Blake felt her hands shaking as she gripped onto Gambol Shroud.
No… you're wrong.
Blake lowered her gaze a bit.
"I was fully aware…" muttered Blake, unintentionally voicing her thoughts.
"Oh you were? Well now you're just being naughty Neko-chan!" giggled Shiro, suddenly back to being happy.
Blake quickly ducked under that throwing knives that followed the gleeful statement before she morphed Gambol Shroud into pistol/knife form as she charged forth once again. This time, however, Shiro charged forth as well, the two met in the middle with their blades scraping against one another causing sparks to fly. Following the initial clash was a dance of blades as Shiro's dual blades sang in tandem with Gambol Shroud for a while it seemed that neither side was going to back down only for Blake to activate her semblance again only this time using her tangible clone to block all strikes as Blake came around from behind Shiro, Gambol Shroud's gun barrel pointed right at Shiro's head. All that was left was to pull the trigger…
"I'm going to be as good as you one day Neko-chan! Just you watch!"
Blake's eyes widened a fraction as her finger hesitated to pull the trigger, giving the seconds that Shiro needed to react by throwing her leg out and slamming Blake right in the stomach throwing off Blake's aim. Blake found herself rolling on the ground once again, coming to a stop on her back as she clutched her stomach. With a groan, Blake painfully rolled over so that she could get onto her hands and knees only for a blow to the side to send her tumbling back to the ground. Blake looked up from the ground as Shiro, who was angry once again.
"And there you go, holding back once again," growled Shiro, "How insulting."
Blake tried to get up again only for Shiro to kick her once again, sending Blake's face back into the dirt with a groan.
"You have grown soft Neko-chan," said Shiro, "You were the pinnacle of what every member of the White Fang strove to be and now look at you."
Blake gritted her teeth at she glared up at Shiro.
"You… don't know… anything," Blake managed to rasp out.
Shiro cocked her head, her grin returning.
"Don't I? I seem to recall it was you who slaughtered hundreds of humans for what they did to Margaret," said Shiro as she looked to the side as if reminiscing, "And oh what a wonderful sight it was, you fighting with such grace… and power."
Shiro's grin widened, her eyes also widening with excitement.
"I remember thinking… 'I want to be as strong as her'," said Shiro, "And so I trained, suffered, and struggled for many years hoping that one day I can fight at your side as an equal."
Shiro looked back down at Blake, her smile slowly morphing back into a glare.
"But when I finally managed to reach an acceptable level, you had left the Fang and so I searched, for you, scoured all of Remnant to find you so that I may show you the fruits of my labor…" Shiro then motioned to Blake's prone form before her, "And I find this… nothing but a shell of what you once were."
Suddenly Shiro started to tremble a bit and Blake's eyes widened at the sight of a tear falling from Shiro's eyes.
"You were my ideal… you were everything that I looked forward to in life," Shiro whispered, "So when you left, it was the most painful feeling in my life… and now you add insult to injury with this?!"
Once again Shiro was full on angry.
"Baka! Baka! BAAAAAKAAAAA!"
Suddenly a body flew past Shiro and landed in a heap right next to Blake's own prone form. Blake heard a familiar groan and she looked to confirm that it was indeed Yang lying beside her, utterly defeated. Blake looked back over to see Kuro walking up beside Shiro, putting a hand on her shoulder. This simple gesture seemed to calm his sister down somewhat as the girl let out a deep sigh before wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Oh, Kuro… my dear brother who will never leave me with a broken heart like my cruel Neko-chan did."
Kuro simply nodded to his sister before looking back at Blake with an unreadable expression on his face. Shiro turned to face Blake as well, her smile back in place.
"Oh well~! Let's let bygones be bygones for the past doesn't control us, yes?" asked Shiro walking up to Blake as she twirled her blade in her hand.
Blake tried to move, but her injuries were starting to get the better of her as her attempts only ended with her falling back onto the ground. Shiro simply forced Blake onto her back with her foot before pressing the weight of it down on Blake's chest, rending the cat faunus helpless in her current state. Shiro stared down at Blake for a moment.
"You know Neko-chan, I always wondered why you left," Shiro said, "It's a question that has been haunting me for a while now…"
Blake simply stared back at Shiro feeling any strength she might have had leave her at that statement.
"So may I ask… why?" asked Shiro with a genuinely curious expression on her face.
For a moment Blake saw a younger Shiro, her ears twitching ever once in a while as she stared on with those large, sparkling green eyes whenever there was something she wanted to know. Blake couldn't help herself as she allowed a small smile to appear on her face.
"You… wouldn't understand… even if I told you."
Shiro blinked before her chilling grin came back.
"I suppose you're right… oh well!" she said, "It's time to go nighty night then Neko-chan! Tell Margaret-san I said hi!"
Blake simply watched as the silver blade in Shiro's hand was reared back, preparing to skewer Blake right in the face.
So this is how I die?
Blake let out a soft snort.
Fitting for someone like me… who murdered hundreds only to run away when things looked bleak and even abandon the only family I had left…
Blake's eyes started to water as the faces of her teammates… the people who had brought joy back to her life.
I'm sorry Pyrrha.
Pyrrha's ever-smiling face appeared for a moment in Blake's mind.
I'm sorry Jaune.
Jaune grinning his goofily wide grin appeared.
I'm sorry Weiss.
The moment on the rooftop appeared in Blake's mind, at the moment where Weiss was hugging Blake close after chipping away at a big portion of Blake's emotional wall… the first to do so since Margaret.
The memory caused Blake to smile faintly.
And thank you.
Time seemed to slow as the blade started its descent, as if fate decided it would tease Blake by making the inevitable longer than it needed to be. Yet… a sense of unease started to build in Blake slowly causing her logical mind to come forth.
Would time be going this slowly?
It was then that Blake noticed an odd glow at either side of her. Upon closer inspection she was surprised to see a slowly rotating circle of pale white light with an odd symbol in the middle of it. Blake looked back up at Shiro only to see that the girl had definitely noticed the circle's presence judging from the look of surprise on her face Kuro seemed to be caught up in the same situation as he also made to brandish his weapon, but in a very slow fashion. Suddenly a flare of red slammed into Shiro's side sending her flying into the orphanage with Kuro following just behind. It was then that time went back to normal leaving Blake to stare at the place where Shiro was, poised to kill her, before looking at the hole in the orphanage wall that Shiro and Kuro crashed through.
I'm… alive?
"Aren't you supposed to be the one saving me?"
Blake's eyes widened as her eyes whipped over the source of the voice. As she did, a flash of red zipped past her to hunch over Yang, most likely Ruby, but Blake didn't care, her eyes solely on her savior, her partner. There stood Weiss Schnee in all her glory with a smile on her face as she knelt down beside Blake.
"You can't die," continued Weiss, "I forbid it."
Blake couldn't help but let out a raspy laugh at that.
"Of course you'd say that."
Weiss huffed.
"Naturally, I'm used to getting what I want after all," she said before winking cheekily at Blake.
Weiss then helped Blake into a sitting position.
"How did you manage to get free?" asked Blake, wincing as the movement agitated her injuries.
"Well your friend seemed to have a lot of knives, so I borrowed one."
Blake looked at her partner incredulously. Weiss looked back with a raised brow.
"What? When one of your servants was a professional pickpocket, you tend to pick up on a few things."
Blake stared at Weiss before she let out a chuckle.
"That sounds like quite the story," said Blake.
"One that you need to be alive for if you want to hear it," replied Weiss without missing a beat.
Blake shook her head in exasperation, too relieved to argue.
"Right."
It was then that Blake noticed something strapped to Weiss' back. Noticing Blake's gaze Weiss immediately took the object off and held it before Blake.
"Ruby and I found this before we got to you… I was hoping you could shed some light on what it is."
"…It's a sword," Blake replied without thinking.
Weiss let out a sigh.
"You know what I meant you dingus."
Blake blushed a bit in embarrassment.
"Yeah… sorry."
Weiss shook her head before looking down at the sword.
"Still… do you think it was your…"
Blake knew what Weiss was implying and shook her head.
"No, it wasn't Margaret's, Margaret was a pacifist, never really liked violence to begin with…"
Weiss let out a hum before she then pulled out a piece of paper from inside her skirt pocket.
"This was wrapped around the sheath," said Weiss, "It had something written in the front, but it's in a language I don't understand, maybe it has a clue on where this sword came from."
Blake blinked before she took the paper, which was folded in half and a bit bent; probably due to the amount of time it spent wrapped round the sheath. On the front was indeed a single word scrawled in a language quite familiar to Blake and it was not Margaret's handwriting. Suddenly Blake heard a familiar sound, one that filled her with dread.
"Weiss, look out!"
The said Schnee heiress didn't even blink as several knives slammed into a protective glyph, falling to the ground harmlessly.
"That wasn't very nice of you, Schnee-san…" growled Shiro as she emerged from the hole in the orphanage that her flight created, her brother in tow.
Blake gritted her teeth as she glared at the two. She knew that the twins wouldn't have been taken down from that blast, but she had hoped they would have taken a bit longer so that they'd have a chance to escape. Blake herself was injured without her main weapon, Yang was out for the count, Ruby was most likely shaken from being kidnapped and Weiss didn't have her rapier, thus things weren't looking very good for them at the moment. Sure Weiss had taken the twins by surprise, but now that their focus is on her, things would turn ugly fast.
"Weiss?!"
Blake blinked at Ruby's sudden exclamation and looked to the younger girl before her head whipped to where Weiss was… which was walking forth towards the angered twins.
What is she doing?!
Shiro meanwhile was grinning wildly at this.
"Oh? Did the young heiress suddenly become suicidal?"
Weiss didn't favor the question with a response, instead continuing with her trek, her hair shadowing her eyes. It was then that Blake sensed something off about her friend and partner, something that sent chills down her spine. It seemed that Shiro and Kuro had sensed it too as Kuro immediately went into a defensive position while Shiro backed up a step suddenly looking more on guard.
"I always felt that I was being left behind by my friends in every fight," Weiss suddenly said as she walked, "I felt like the weakest link and I felt useless."
Every step seemed resonate in Blake's ears as Weiss continued closer to impending doom, she wanted to scream for Weiss to move away, but her words had her speechless.
"And so I trained… I trained and trained until I couldn't breath because I was afraid of something, something that was far more terrifying than death ever could be."
Weiss finally looked up at the twins causing them to take involuntary steps back making Blake wonder at what they had seen.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
Shiro answered by throwing a few more knives at Weiss' face while Kuro sped at Weiss to slash at her with his naginata. Blake's eyes widened. She wouldn' only for a glyph to appear at Weiss' feet resulting in the heiress disappearing into thin air before the attacks connected. Blake's eyes widened as she looked around for her partner.
"I guess since you're so eager, I'll tell you."
Blake's head snapped up towards the source of the voice, eye's widening in shock. The Schnee heiress was currently in the air hovering with her arms outstretched, but that wasn't what caused her shock. Her shock resulted from seeing the mass amount of glyphs behind the heiress, all slowly spinning and giving off an ominous glow.
"It was the fear of being alone," said Weiss, her expression cold, "And strong fear can make even a weakling like me want to do more drastic things."
Pyrrha cut down yet another White Fang operative, giving a little huff at how easily he went down.
Tch. And I was looking forward to this.
Pyrrha idly twirling Milo in her hand as she looked at the carnage surrounding her. There were bodies scattered all over the battlefield, all alive, but badly beaten.
At least I'm pretty sure most of them are alive…
Pyrrha shook the morbid thought away before she looked around for her partner only to find him sitting on a dog pile of unconscious men smirking at her.
"Are ya finished at your end Pyr?" asked Jaune.
Pyrrha simply allowed her smile to appear on her face as she nodded to her partner.
"M-Monsters…"
Pyrrha's eyes flicked over towards the few remaining Fang members who had gathered a bit away from the duo, fear practically dripping from their very beings. Pyrrha rolled her eyes at the fearful faces that were smug only a few moments before the battle had begun.
This is why you shouldn't be so quick to judge your opponent, especially if you don't know what they're capable of.
"I mean… you did say that you heard of us though rumors…" said Jaune, "They called us… what did they call us?"
Pyrrha couldn't help but let out a giggle. Only her leader would willingly play with his enemies' minds by acting like a fool.
"I believe I heard at some point someone called us the 'Demons of Beacon'," supplied Pyrrha.
Jaune snapped his fingers as if having a 'Eureka' moment.
"That's the one! The 'Demons of Bacon'! I mean Beacon!" said Jaune obviously stumbling on purpose.
Pyrrha couldn't help laugh some more. It was then that she felt it. A strong waft of energy that seemed to shake her soul a bit. Pyrrha's smile was gone an instant when she felt it, it was on par with Jaune when he was fighting at full strength and even more shocking was the fact that Pyrrha recognized the aura. Jaune seemed to have sensed it too as he got up from his 'seat' with a serious expression on his face.
"Sorry gents, but I think we've played with you long enough," said Jaune notching Ira.
Pyrrha eagerly got into her own fighting position, anxious about the spike in aura she felt. Usually if someone unleashed their aura to this degree it meant that they were fighting someone powerful… although if that were the case why couldn't Pyrrha sense another aura?
All will be explained in due time, right now I need to focus on finishing this up fast so that we can get over there.
Pyrrha looked over at her partner, who looked back, the same mind set reflecting off his eyes. She nodded to him before looking back at the cowering enemies before her, the large man with the chainsaw at the forefront looking less confident in himself than he did before.
"We'll make this quick," said Pyrrha.
Ozpin sipped on his coffee as he stared out into the faintly sensed several familiar auras flare up at once, a sure sign of battle. However he only let out a slight chuckle at this.
How lively this night has become.
Ozpin let a small grin appear on his face.
"I see that your young apprentice has taken to following your footsteps almost every step of the way," Ozpin stated out loud.
A giggle filled the room as another figure stepped up beside him.
"But of course, after all I'm his loving older sister."
Ozpin shook his head in amusement.
"Let us pray that he has the decency to not get so carried away," stated Ozpin.
"Carried away? Surely this is not a jab at me?"
Ozpin simply took another sip of his coffee before he turned to look at the figure beside him. The woman in question wore a black cloak that obscured most of her features, but it couldn't shadow the two glowing golden eyes nor the conniving smirk on the woman's features.
"I suppose wouldn't know the whole story, just the ones that Glynda gave me through her rather thorough reports," stated Ozpin smiling a bit.
The smirk on the woman's face immediately turned into small pout.
"That woman enjoys to embellish things," grumbled the woman.
"I believe that was actually Miss Neopolitan that had the tendency to do that."
"Ah but perhaps the good headmistress could do with a less… stiff disposition."
"Now, now let's not talk down on Beacon's staff, you're pretty much colleagues now."
The woman simply let out a blinding, carefree smile that Ozpin could only shake his head at before turning back towards the window. He sensed that one of the battles were drawing to a close, however another battle seemed to be just beginning.
"What of that mission I sent you and Miss Neopolitan on?" he asked his face turning blank as he allowed his thoughts to take hold once again.
"Ah Ozpin, always so willing to change the course of a conversation when it pleases you," chided the woman before she continued on a more serious note, "It was successful… and what we found out is rather troubling."
Ozpin had a good idea of what this troubling find was. He only had suspicions, but this only confirmed it.
"Hmm… I see thank you, I will take this into consideration, you may go and rest, I'll have another mission for you in the morning," he stated.
"You and your secrets," giggled the woman before Ozpin heard her soft footsteps making their way towards the elevator, "One of these days you won't have enough room to keep all those secrets."
Ozpin couldn't help another smirk at that.
"True, but I've kept many secrets for a long time now," he said turning his body so that he could look over at the woman exiting his office, "Just as you have Miss Fall."
The woman stopped for a moment before hunching over with a sigh and turning with a mock-indignant expression, throwing off her hood in the process, revealing her long obsidian colored hair, the hair partially obscuring her right eye along with the woman's beautiful pale complexion. Couple all this with the fact that her golden iris' looked as if they could pierce the soul and in all honesty the woman would have looked terrifying if it weren't for the words that came out of her mouth.
"I told you so many times Ozzy, just call me Cinder!"