Chapter 37

Weiss walked out of her room. She heard feet shuffling, she looked to her right to see Whitley, looking started, to say the least.

"He's only unconscious," Weiss said.

Whitley's calmed down, "Well, it seems you'll be out of the loop… to say the least."

"And you'll probably celebrate," Weiss said, "You never liked Winter or me. You really think I'd believe you'd just change while I was away?"

"I guess, not," Whitley shrugged.

"Are you jealous?" Weiss asked, "is that why you hate me? Are you jealous of my strength, my power to fight?"

"No," Whitley shrugged, "It's barbaric and pointless, what can a single huntsman do that an army cannot?"

"Our family was founded by a single huntsman," Weiss reminded.

"And it drove him to an early grave," Whitley said. Weiss narrowed her eyes, then took a breath.

"Whitley, I know you dislike me, but if you need me, don't be afraid to call me," Weiss said, "And if you call me, because you want to help father bring me back… keep in mind I just knocked him unconscious."

"Of course," Whitley said.

"Now if you don't mind," Weiss turned to walk away, "My man is waiting." Weiss took a few steps before stopping, "One more thing."

"What?"

"Don't be like father," Weiss calmly pleaded.

"He's rich and successful."

Weiss turned around and sadly looked into his eye, "He's also alone and unloved."

"Love?" Whitley scoffed, "You're throwing away everything for love. Your inheritance your future."

"My future is written by me, not father, not even grandfather," Weiss said.

"As is mine," with that Whitley turned around and left. Weiss sighed, she greatly hoped Whitley would realize the truth before it's too late. She turned around and started walking. She couldn't help him now. She needed to go find Klein and have him drive her to Mantle. She was going to find Sora, and nothing was going to stop her. Not her father, not the grimm, and certainly not Ansem! Try her, she was ready.

"That was some speech you gave at the party." Weiss jumped at the voice. She turned to see a girl with short black hair, wearing black was standing behind her. How did Weiss not notice her.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"I'm the great ninja Yuffie," the girl said. Weiss raise an eyebrow.

"Am I supposed to clap?"

"Nope, you're supposed to tell me why you're so interested in Ansem?"

"He's the man I'm going to kill," Weiss said.

"Oh, what did he do to you?" Yuffie asked.

"He made someone I care for deeply suffer," Weiss's hand unconsciously held the charm that hung from her sash.

"Is that why you and your friends are looking for Castle Oblivion?"

Weiss opened her mouth to answer, then she noticed something sticking out of Yuffie's pocket, "Is that my mother's diamond necklace?"

Mantle

Yang followed Auron through a part of town she didn't recognize. Yang did make a mental not that following a strange man, who was obviously stronger than her, into an unfamiliar part of town was not the best idea. But she did text Fern and Heather and if things turned ugly, hopefully they would find her in time to help her. They approached what looked like a bar.

7th Heaven

That was what was written on the sign. Auron opened the door and walked in Yang followed.

"Bar's closed," came a female voice. Yang entered and looked around. The bar was small. A place someone would stop by after work for a quick drink. It wasn't big or flashy like Junior's.

"It's me Tifa," Auron said, "And I brought a guest."

Yang looked up. Standing at the counter was a young woman. She had black hair and was dressed in black, she lacked animal traits, so she was human unlike most of Mantle's residents. Before Auron had spoken she was cleaning some glasses. Now she was looking up and examining the people who had entered.

Tifa set down the glass and rag and walked around the counter to greet them, "Who is she?"

"She's the one asking about Castle Oblivion," Auron answered. Tifa then looked at her and examined Yang. When her eyes fell to her right arm her eyes narrowed, in doubt or in pity Yang couldn't tell.

"So, you're the one who's been asking around?" Tifa asked.

"Didn't know I was so famous," Yang said.

"Well considering we've been looking for that place as well," Tifa said.

"Wait, so you don't know where it is?" Yang got irritated fast, "If you don't know, why did I follow you here?" she turned around and was about to storm towards the exit when a hand was placed on her shoulder. It was Tifa.

"Hold on a second."

"I can't waste my time. My friends were taken to that place. If you can't tell me where it is, then we have nothing to discuss, but then again. If what I know is true, then I won't be able to get there till tomorrow."

"What are you talking about?" Tifa asked. Auron stood by silently.

"I don't think I owe you an explanation," Yang said yanking her shoulder free. Tifa narrowed her eyes, then thought, then she spoke.

"What makes you think you can fight the organization?"

"They took my friends," Yang snapped, "I'm going to make them pay when I rescue them."

"What about whatever it was that took your arm?" Tifa asked, "Did it pay?"

"My friend killed him already," Yang said. At least she hoped he was dead.

"Do you even know how the organization fight?" Tifa asked.

"I don't need to know how someone fights to kick their butts," Yang said.

"Is that what you thought when you lost your arm," Tifa asked.

"You got a problem with me?" Yang snapped.

"I don't," Tifa said, "But you need to realize that the organization is not like the random street thugs."

"So, I'm supposed to just stand here while they experiment on my friends?" Yang asked. Tifa looked at her for a minute, then she thought of something.

"How about you and I go outside?"

Yang raised an eyebrow, but she nodded. The two stepped outside Auron stood next to the door.

"Okay, we're outside, now what?" Yang asked.

"We fight," Tifa said casually.

"What? Listen you do piss me off, but I don't wanna fight you," Yang said.

"This is a test, if you beat me, I'll let you go to Castle Oblivion, but if I beat you, you tell me how you're going to get there and let me, and my friends help you," Tifa said. Yang rolled her eyes, then activated her gauntlet and arm.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Yang said. Tifa got into a fighting stance. So, she was a brawler too? Who cares, with her semblance she could win. Yang charged first. She shot a few punches and blocked a few from Tifa. Tifa was actually good, the only person who lasted this long in a fist fight was her dad. Tifa delivered a kick into Yang's gut pushing her back, then with a wave of Tifa's hand ice appeared and froze Yang in place. She uses dust?

Before Yang could get herself free Tifa closed in on her and punched her with a flaming fist. Yang was knocked back down the street. Tifa approached her.

"Had enough?"

Yang stood up with a glare, she reloaded her weapons, "Not even close."

Yang punched a few rounds at Tifa. The bartender jumped and summersaulted out of the way. Then Tifa punched fireballs at her. Yang managed to dodge them as well. Then Tifa tried to freeze her to the ground again, but Yang managed to dodge. She used her weapons to send her into the air. But then Tifa threw three plumes of fire into her causing her to crash behind the black-haired woman… Dammit where is she hiding all that dust?

Yang didn't have time to ponder when Tifa was on top of her again. Yang managed to grab her arm when she threw a haymaker. Yang quickly tried to slam her int the wall, but Tifa managed to a kick off it. She used her legs to grab Yang's neck and slam her into the ground, before rolling off her to deliver an axel kick. Yang rolled out of the way and took a few more punches at her. Tifa blocked them all. The she kicked Yang's in the side again and hit her with another fire attack.

For a minute it looked like Yang was down. Until a wall of fire erupted. Yang's hair was aglow in gold, her lilac eyes dyed red. She charged Tifa with all her strength, in a flurry of punches. Tifa managed to black a few, but Yang got several good hits. Finally Yang saw her aura give out. Yang was about to deliver one last punch. It would be normal, delivered by her left arm, Tifa would recover and Yang would go save Riku.

Then Tifa ducked, she elbowed Yang. Before Yang could get pushed back by the force of the blow, Tifa grabbed her robot arm and Yang felt something click. The arm detached itself. When Tifa delivered a leg sweep, ice encased Yang's feet.

How? Her aura was broken?Yang didn't have time when Tifa began delivering punches again and with only one arm Yang couldn't even defend properly.

"Final Heaven." That was the last thing Yang heard before Tifa delivered a punch into Yang's stomach. It was stronger than all the others, the force sent her out of the ice and shattered her aura like glass. The last thing Yang felt was the bitter cold of the snow-covered sidewalk as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Yang!" Weird, Yang thought she could hear Weiss.

"Tifa, what did you do?"

Somewhere

Sora danced with Weiss in the ballroom. He enjoyed it. Weiss was funny when teased. She was really smart. She was pretty… she was pretty? Well she was pretty. A lot of girls he knew were pretty.

Suddenly, Sora thought of Kairi, then stopped dancing.

"Sora?" Weiss asked.

"Sorry, I uh, have to go," Sora turned around to walk away. But then a pair of hands stopped him.

"Sora."

The boy turned back around, it wasn't Weiss standing there anymore it was Kairi, "Sora, it's okay… If you want to be with her… do it."

Sora floated inside a pod. Unaware of where he was, or what was happening.

I love Yang. I love Death Battle. I really, really do. But every Final Fantasy fan knows, Tifa should have won that fight, whether Yang had both her arms or just one. We also know that Screw Attack and Rooster teeth are partners and when they made that video they were promoting RWBY Volume 3. I'm sorry fans who rooted for Yang, I'm sorry Rooster teeth, I'm sorry Death Battle.