Chapter 45:Further complications
Yang
Yang's heart was pounding in her skull beating a tune like a mad drum, she was alive as she could be. No longer was she on the run, she was making the rules now. The Atlas grunts were falling into her traps, the Beacon students were on the run from her and the bounty hunters could feel her baying at their heels. She stood in the unter-city of mountain glen, inside a buried metro station taking a deep gulping breath as exhaustion threatened to ruin her good time.
Looking over her latest haul she saw the cache of Atlas weapons tech she'd commandeered from those unfortunate enough to get in her path. It was an alright haul; 3 Atlas pulse rifles, 12 dust mags, 3 light-dust grenades, and a fragmentation grenade. The more gear she got the more equipment she'd have to work within making this as big a free-for-all as she possibly could.
Yang was just checking out one of the Magazines when she heard the scraping of a blade on concrete, she turned and looked at Neo who seemed to be having almost as much fun as Yang. She'd be having more fun if Yang had allowed her to cut loose, dust a voice in Yang's head told her that she'd have more fun herself if she went all out.
"Yeah yeah Neo I know you want to leave a few bodies, but!" Yang pointed a finger at the diminutive assassin. "We have to make this loss a total one, I beat them in the field and in public opinion."
Yang hoped that the interview she'd given would make it through whatever Atlas censorship-field had been erected around mountain Glenn. Yang chose not to worry it would get out one way or another. Neo made a pouty face at Yang, but it swiftly shattered away into her devious grin, a grin Yang matched. Yang was, for the most part, enjoying herself. She was getting a level of satisfaction out of hunting those hunting her, building a profile for what to do with them and then executing that plan.
Though it hadn't always gone to plan! Yang thought to herself rather bitterly. That Bounty hunter had brought strange experimental Grimm agitators and they had driven nails into Yang's mind, set the Grimm part of her rabid. She'd destroyed all but one of those devices and it had taken every fiber of her will not to hunt him down and rip him apart with her bare hands.
Yang blew out a breath just remembering the pain that those things had brought with them. At the end of the day, she was happy with her mission and her company, both provided focus in her life. Or well both helped her focus on a much-needed distraction. Yang had kept them from her mind well enough, running through sewers, metro tunnels and Grimm infested apartments are excellent ways to occupy your mind.
Pressing a button on her scroll Yang illuminated a map of mountain Glenn, tiny red dots teeming all over it, she set the map down on the ground and knelt in front of it. Neo lounged across a Metro fare station, looking at it almost bored.
"Atlas seems to have quit on their whole sweeping tactic" Yang commented shifting a few red dots across the screen, originally, they had been organized in a crescent shape but now they were in clumps together each at a different point of the city map. "They're keeping together in larger numbers, huddling against the danger. I wonder what the Vale News Network will do with that little fact."
Yang grinned at Neo who was fiddling with some sort of scroll game. Yang let out an exasperated sigh, this was common for Neo she'd half pay attention to the mission briefing then would be lethally efficient in the field. Yang picked up a Flashbang grenade and tossed into the lounging assassin who caught it without looking up from her scroll.
"By the way, nice Baked Alaska back there" Neo still didn't look up, but she did smile at the compliment, their luring of Velvet and Coco had been perfect and left them in a condition where further pursuit was not exactly an option. "We're probably gonna need it soon"
That got the ice-cream girl's attention. She looked up and Yang gestured not the board but to the scroll itself. Reaching down and pressing a few key buttons a recorded message started playing, she'd picked it up on one of her many bugs in the system.
"The fall maiden's coming here?" a voice on the audio asked. Neo immediately sat up her eyes locked on the screen now.
"That's right" another voice answered.
"Great does that mean we can pull out now" and with that Yang reach forward and tapped the scroll again. She turned towards her assassin friend who was busy tapping her finger's against Hush's handle. Yang focused into her mask and took a deep breath.
She's one-part fear and two parts excitement. Yang noted glad to see that Neo was at least on the same wavelength as her regarding this rather frightening development.
"Yeah I want to go a few rounds with her too" Yang answered Neo's unasked question. "But all we have to do is lure her into the city then contact mom."
Neo frowned before shrugging her shoulders in acquiescence. The Grimm inside Yang growled low and Yang had to focus to prevent that rumbling from reaching her own lips, The thought of fighting Pyrrha held a small bit of excitement, but she knew better, Pyrrha was a beast back in their beacon days, able to take on 4-on-1 without even flinching but with the fall maiden powers in her, there was a new level of danger Yang wasn't completely prepared for.
Who could be? Yang thought absent-mindedly, as she walked towards the base's Atlas issued electronic sleeper, slinking into an Atlas issued sleeping bag, but not before taking a bite of some Atlas issued field rations. Thank dust for Atlas quartermasters.
Yang chuckled to herself imagining the frustrating amount of paperwork that would have to be filled out regarding all her stolen equipment. They'd have to figure out a useful keyboard shortcut for it, Yang hoped they'd go with CTRL-F-U.
"Hey Neo wake me if anyone shows up, or the Grimm come down, or we get spotted or whatever, just don't wake me up to talk" Yang grinned at the little assassin girl who merely stuck out her tongue at the resting blonde huntress. "I will have sweet dreams thanks Neo!"
Clover
"This could've gone better," Clover said to himself watching the column of wounded and injured people heading towards the waiting Atlas drop ships. It was hard to get an exact number of how many there were, Clover would have to ask one of the Atlas drones for specifics, but he figured between 34 and 52 people were leaving. But 52 injures would be an acceptable number for him, so long as the death toll remained as low as it was. There had been a few deaths, but according to reports it wasn't their target's doing, not this was what it always was; Grimm. "But it could've been worse."
"Ohhh I like your positive attitude captain!" a voice chirped from beside him, he turned to see the cat-Faunus Neon balancing herself on one roller skate, almost joyfully oblivious to the misery around her. Thankfully her happiness was less annoying these days and more infectious. "Gotta keep that 'Stiff-upper lip' no matter what good old top-heavy throws at us!"
Clover shook his head smiling, the rest of the crew also smiled at Neon, while she did bring up the mood, the absence of their official leader was also a boon for everyone's attitude.
"I can only hope to match your positive outlook one-day Neon" Clover answered patting her head, getting a toothy grin from her. "After so many scouting jobs and little sign of the target, anyone-else would have gotten frustrated."
"Frustrated pfft! They just don't see how interesting this place looks" Neon gestured around her arms wide. "This place is a wonderland!"
"Except for all the pitfall, booby-traps, and Grimm, right?" Bremer inquired his high voice getting a chuckle from Neon.
"Hardly! They make it all the more fun I'd say"
That got a laugh from the Tyr-squad when an private approached Clover dragging a pair of men with them. One of the men Clover recognized as the reporter Glas Gloman while the other was a shorting stubby cameraman who was clutching the camera to his chest like his life depended on it.
Great civilians! Vale just lets reporters go wherever they want, I guess.
Clover turned towards Neon and the rest of Tyr squad.
"Ok Neon put in the report then get some rest alright?" She gave him a crisp salute.
"You got it boss man" she returned before skating off. Clover turned just as the private reached him. The private gave him a crisp salute, the reporters were harassing him the whole time.
"I don't need Atlessian fascists dragging me around!" Glas spat. "I know my rights in the country of Vale"
"At ease private, what seems to be the problem?" Clover interjected over Glas' voice.
"That problem!" Glas cut off the Private. "Is that you feel the need to strip search me on my return journey to Atlas, tell me what kind of contraband could I possibly have on me?"
Clover gave him a hard look before returning his gaze to the Atlas soldier who'd already weathered this abuse. The young officer rolled his eyes implying he'd heard this all before. That cameraman still just looked scared out of his mind.
"'Strip searches'? Private the full cavity searches aren't scheduled until tomorrow" Clover answered trying to bring some humor to the proceedings. "But if is so insistent then I guess we can adjust the schedule"
That got a wide-eyed response from who for once seemed at a loss for words, the cameraman and the Private chuckled.
"Now what's the problem?" Clover demanded, cutting Gloman off as he opened his mouth, making it clear that the question wasn't for him to answer.
"He won't let us examine the camera's footage" the private answered his voice very quiet and low, made all the quieter by comparison to Gloman's shouting. "Atlas security needs to check all footage before hit's allowed back"
"Or what you're going to leave me here if I don't cooperate!?" Gloman snapped
Clover pinched the bridge of his nose and focused on his semblance hoping that with a little luck this would be sorted quickly.
"Mr. Gloman you signed a contract with the Atlas military, allowing you to tag along"
"I- "
"Said contract contained a few caveats! As you well-read" Clover interrupted. "Unless you just signed the release form without reading it, which while unfortunate does not strip you from your obligations that you agreed too"
"but- "
"So if you aren't willing to let us examine the file, then we'll be forced to take the camera, all the footage and place you under arrest" Clover rested his hand on his hip and looked down on the small aura-less man. "You don't get to just back out of a contract, sir!"
Clover was aware of how threatening he'd appeared at that moment, he was a head taller than Gloman and far taller than his camera man, He was stronger than both of them, was armed and had that little energy shield that kept him safe… while they did not. He knew he was coming off as far more frightening than he'd normally be comfortable with, but Clover had to do it. The situation was bad here, and one spark of disorder, panic or anger might set it off in the worst possible way, if the footage went back to vale and showed off anything too upsetting for not just the Vale population but the entire population of Remnant, well then Clover couldn't in good conscious let it stand.
Slowly Gloman gave him a nod, turning towards his cameraman.
"Give it to them Filis" Gloman spat. "Let them have fun with it"
Gloman turned swiftly and began walking back toward where the rest of the wounded and those returning to Vale were situated. The cameraman, Filis attentively thrust the camera towards Clover, as if expecting him to take it. The Private instead snatched it from his hands. The man looked momentarily frightened before marching after Gloman. It was then that something caught Clover's eye, Gloman had turned to see Filis rushing after him and was grinning, he was smiling completely at odds with his previous appearance.
What on remnant? Clover started to think, when his scroll beeped, he opened it up.
"Clover here?"
"We got a problem boss" Bremer's high voice crackled through the scroll. "The Reaper has decided to pay us a visit."
Ruby
Ruby held her cloak around her shoulders tightly against the Raging wind as her eyes glazed over the landscape of Mountain Glenn. It had been a long time since she set her eyes upon it and still it filled her with a sense of dread. And nostalgia, she could remember her first mission here with her team, crammed into a ruined building with her teammates asking why they wanted to be huntresses and her pretending she wasn't eavesdropping.
Yang had wanted to be a thrill-seeker, to see the world and to never know where she'd end up, Weiss wanted to bring honor back to her family name and company, and Blake had wanted to stop her running and fight off the injustices of the world. All great reasons, in their own way and all, left in ruins after the Vytal Festival incident. Weiss was cut off from her name, Blake had become such a recluse that the outside world was no longer her concern and Yang… Yang was seeing the world but she knew where she'd eventually end up, in the dirt or in an Atlas cell.
Unless… Ruby's thought was interrupted at the murmur of the Atlas specialists behind her. They were whispering about her with a mixture of fear and disdain.
Ruby never liked working with Atlas specialists, ever since that day she'd been wary of them, and they'd been wary of her. It created a desire from both parties for some distance and she'd been glad for that separation. But every once in awhile, she'd had to work with them this was one of those times.
To an extent that is.
And of course, the big dude who's almost killed Yang 2 years ago had been the specialist to greet her.
Of course. Ruby thought as she descended from the bullhead and was greeted by that slab of meat. Neon was there too though that left her with mixed feelings. The large man, Bremer Neon called him, did most of the talking and the questioning and now she'd been told that she'd have to wait for a captain Clover to come speak with her.
She saw him coming, marching with purpose and confidence, he was tall, had short brown hair and left his arms exposed, a strange fishing rod was strapped to his lower back and he had a peculiar pin on his left breast. He smiled at her, but she could see the stress behind the smile and the fear.
"Ms. Rose, it's a pleasure to meet you," Clover said extending his hand towards her, she declined to take it, too many semblances required physical touch to activate and she wouldn't fall for that. So instead Ruby gave him a slight nod, the captain pulled his hand back unbothered by her choice not to shake it. "I'm Captain Ebi Clover and I'm in charge of the Tyr-Squad responsible for tracking Yang Xiao Long down"
"That's what Bremer said" Ruby answered shooting a glance behind Clover at the large brute, she could feel the fire burning behind her glaring eye and hoped Bremer felt it burn too.
"Well he's right, I'm also responsible for overseeing who's supposed to be in the city and who isn't" Clover's smile faded, and he gave her a serious look, Ruby matched it looking up at him. "I'm supposed to weed out who might represent a danger to Atlas interests."
Ruby pointedly looked over the crowd of injured Soldiers, bounty hunters and huntsmen leaving, then back to Clover.
"Must be a difficult job, I'll try not to get in your way." Ruby said turning away from clover and starting to walk towards the ruins. Ruby heard the telltale sound of a weapon unfolding and in a second a Metal Hook was hovering in front of her face, her silver eyes shifted back to Clover, his weapon was some sort of fishing-rod with many advanced collapsible parts along its length.
"I'm sorry Ms. Rose, I can't permit you-" Ruby moved like lightning, She ducked beneath the fishing-rod, batted it away with her folded Crescent Rose before unfolding it to its full majesty and swinging the weapon right at Clover's neck. She stopped a hair's breadth from his neck, the razor-sharp edge of Crescent Rose breathing against his spine. Her red cloak billowed in the wind exposing her armored huntress attire beneath, it was black, low weight and ready for the hard trek.
The other members of Tyr-Squad rushed to their weapons at Ruby's sudden movement, but she could spot shaking hands amongst them. Clover tried appearing unimpressed, But Ruby had seen his eyes widen, and could see how tense he was.
"Since you wanted to show me your weapon, I thought I might as well show you mine," Ruby said conversationally. "I mean that's why you stuck it in my face right?"
Clover gave off a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, that's right" his left hand moved, and the raised weapons of Tyr-Squad were lowered. He lifted the fishing rod. "This is Kingfisher a fishing-rod and all-purpose tool, not much for one on one combat though."
Ruby smiled genuinely interested in any weapon shown to her, she pulled back her darling scythe hefting it onto her shoulders. "And this is the famous Crescent Rose a fully operational collapsible Sniper-Scythe"
Ruby Flexed her shoulders and refolded the weapon, unbothered by the many Atlas specialists looking to attack her. "And it is very good for one on one combat."
"So, I've heard" Clover muttered, flanked by Neon and Bremer with a few more specialists hanging in the back. "I still can't permit you to pass"
"I don't need your permission" Ruby waited a second, seeing the dumbfounded looks on most of the Tyr-Squad; all of whom had their hands back on weapons, and the tense look on Clover's face.
Then the metal girl fell from the Sky, Penny landed right next to Ruby and in an instant, all weapons were leveled at her. Ruby smiled and gestured to the Robit girl.
"I only need her's"
"Salutations Huntsman Clover, and Huntsman Neon and Huntsmen Bremer and- "Ruby rested her hand on Penny's shoulder and gave her a look. "Oh sorry, Salutations Tyr-Squad"
"Ms. Polendina what are you doing here?" Clover asked, eyeing Ruby.
"I'm reconnoitering with my partner for this assignment" Penny answered cheerfully. "And alerting the nearest commanding officer of a recent set of deputizations."
"You don't mean…" Clover trailed off. Ruby grinned at him and lifted her cloak revealing an Atlas deputy pin nestled right on her collar bone. Clover let out a deep sigh before covering his eyes with his hands. "Okay… okay okay. Penny, we talked about this; you can't just throw around deputizations on a whim"
"This wasn't a whim!" Penny said with more force than even Ruby expected. "I am not a little girl, I'm smart enough to know who to trust with this responsibility and Ruby has proven herself on countless occasions"
There was silence as Penny put her foot down and Ruby was very impressed, resting her hand against the mechanical girl's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze and treating her to a warm smile.
"Thank you, Penny," Penny grinned back at her.
"Alright," Clover said, his hands resting on his hip and the confident smile back on his face. "But her actions rest on you Penny, wouldn't want to damage that spotless record."
"Are you serious sir?" Bremer squeaked, giving his commander an incredulous look. "You're just going to let her run rampa- "
Clover quieted him with a raised hand.
"We're not starting a fight here"
Smart move. Ruby thought, happy that this didn't have to escalate, Mountain Glenn was too dangerous a place to be squabbling.
"We'll need every hand we can get on this mission, and besides" Clover continued turning towards Ruby. "Ms. Rose is going to hunt after her sister no matter what we say."
Well, he's right about that. Ruby was fighting the urge to like this Clover fellow, he had a confidence to him, a good face and he was pragmatic. If he's in charge maybe there won't be as much heads-butting.
Ruby's hopes began to rise up until a body hit the ground in the middle of the camp with a resounding shockwave. Pyrrha slowly rose up from her crouched landing position, brushed the dust off her armor and flexed her neck. Ruby removed her hand from Crescent Rose, she'd grabbed it in surprise. It took a bit longer for the dread to vanish, ruby might've been brave and headstrong but Pyrrha always left her with fear, that Ruby was convince was completely natural.
Kill me! That phantom of a request whispered into Ruby's ear and she tried to brush it aside and focus upon her mission.
Ruby was pleased to notice however that Clover and the rest of Tyr-Squad had also jerked their hands towards their many weapons.
Even Atlas has a healthy fear of her. Penny tapped Ruby's shoulder and motioned towards Pyrrha, she had to go to speak with her partner. Ruby was worried but after a second of consideration, she gave Penny a nod of approval.
I Don't want to get Penny into any more trouble with Atlas. Ruby thought, watching her friend go. Ruby stopped in her thinking for an instant, in her mind she'd always referred to Penny as a friend, but it seemed off, somehow incomplete. Huh, thoughts for a less dire situation.
Ruby was awoken from her musings by the approach of Clover. She straightened up and took crescent Rose in her hands, she'd been given permission from Clover to hunt after Yang but maybe Pyrrha's presence her would've changed that fact. He was cautious looking at the Scythe held against her shoulder, but he still approached her until he was close enough to whisper conspiratorially to the crimson Huntress.
"You need to go" Clover Whispered. Ruby gave him a look that said she had already informed him that she had no intention of leaving mountain Glenn and wasn't interested in arguing the point once more.
"but you said- "Ruby began being sure to put more aggression in her words than petulance.
"No no no!" Clover corrected waving his hands in front of his face trying to placate her. "I mean you should leave this camp, The Fall maiden… has been off lately and I'd rather not have anyone other than trained Atlas personal caught in the crossfire."
Well, that was a pleasant surprise Ruby realized. She nodded to the Atlessian captain. "Captain Clover," Ruby said before she started to walk off, he turned towards her his eyes shifting towards the direction where Pyrrha had walked off. "you're a good man."
That gave him pause but after a second of consideration, he smiled at her, happy for it. Ruby smiled back before turning and heading into Mountain Glenn.
It hurt Ruby to leave Penny with Pyrrha, but the Atlessian girl knew where to find her reaper, she'd be fine… Ruby hoped. The place was quite the nostalgia trip for Ruby, her first official mission had been here, one of her biggest steps towards becoming a huntress, her team at her back and the long, hard, exhausting work behind it had been more than gratifying.
Ruby stifled those nostalgic thoughts before they clouded her thinking or worse set off another panic attack regarding worse memories.
Here is not a place to lose it. She thought, pulling out her scroll and pressing the contact button.
"Blake" she whispered into it. After a few seconds of silence, a green blip appeared on her scrolls. "So, you can hear me, good!"
Another green blip of confirmation came back to Ruby. Blake was silent for this mission, all she'd send Ruby's way was Green and Red blips, a simple yes and no.
"Booby Traps?" Ruby asked.
Green blip, two of them, meaning many booby traps.
"Could Yang have set them up by herself?" the question hung in the air for a few seconds when finally, a response came.
Red blip.
Ruby let out a sigh, what Weiss had said to her played out in her mind again; Yang's offer.
Oh, Dust why is it never easy? She asked herself, looking over the sight of her first mission, it felt like poison in her veins.
The Stranger
The Stranger had to hand it to the White-Fang, they could operate well, in a pit like mountain Glenn. They'd moved right into the city under the cover of night and were already establishing bases of operations throughout the desolate wasteland. They lacked for tech but had relied upon coded messages like the hoot of owls or the shriek of cats to alert one another to their locations, movements, and plans.
If the Stranger was being especially generous, they'd say that the years on the run had done the Vale branch an excellent service, the weak had died and now the strongest and the smartest had remained. They were operating like a well-oiled machine.
The stranger had seen better but at least it was a step in the right direction. They'd attacked a few Atlas outposts as they snuck into the city, didn't leave anyone to talk about it, didn't leave much in the camp either.
Dust if I hadn't seen the ears, I would have sworn they were all Vulture-Faunus. The Stranger chuckled to themselves, glancing at the Fanger's wearing Atlas armor and wielding Atlas issue pulse rifles, some took the time to spray paint on the White fang logo.
"Why are you putting on the Logo?" The Stranger asked one snake Faunus with scales growing around her chin and forehead. The Snake Faunus was busy spraying on the symbol with a red can of spray paint and a stencil. She gave the Stranger a dirty look.
"You wouldn't get it Human!" She hissed at him.
The Stranger laughed at that; the white fang always wanted to separate themselves from Humans so much they ignored how similar they were.
"It's the same as a two-bit gangster tagging a wall, it's not that complex" The Stranger sat down leaning their head against the crumbling wall. The woman opened her mouth to spit some sort of Venom at the stranger, be it the literal or the metaphorical kind when she froze. A strange clicking noise filled the room.
A noise the stranger recognized well, and a shiver traveled up their spine. The Stranger sat up and turned towards the floating orb hovering in the middle of the ruined apartment building. All the Faunus were inching back from it, instinctively afraid.
"Everyone leaves." It was a command and a few of the Animals turned towards the stranger to speak out, but they saw the stranger's aura rise and heard the clicking once more and thought better of it. They were gone in a flash, the Stranger considered kneeling but decided she wouldn't care if they knelt or not, she was far above them no matter how they stood. "Mistress…"
The darkness in the orb's body swirled and coalesced into a pale white face. Salem, she was beautiful, her flawless skin only blemished by black pulsing veins around her eyes, those eyes had a strength to them, one that forced you to respect her, and her bone-white hair tied up in a complex series of knotwork with dangling dust shard hanging from its tips. She had the same type of beauty that a raging inferno had, that a far-off storm possessed, it was the beauty of promised power and danger.
"Child tell me of your progress" She spoke softly, finding no need to raise her voice, though her words seemed to be speaking inside the Stranger's head. She sounded like she was asking how the Stranger's first day of school went.
The Stranger swallowed before speaking. "The fang is on the move; Atlas has no idea. We should be closing in on the target any day now."
Salem was quiet for a while, looking at The Stranger expectantly. She was wordlessly prompting them to continue with what She really wanted.
"The fang, are still waiting for a key moment to engage the Atlessian forces, waiting for the highest chance of a successful assault with minimal losses," The Stranger answered. "and with the maximum amount of screen presence."
Adam Taurus was very insistent about that. The bull-Faunus had been rather vocal on that subject And the Stranger speculated that he'd even had a speech prepared. And I'm sure he'll make a splash.
"Excellent, you are already making up for young Cinder's mistakes" That sent a shiver down the Stranger's spine, they remembered what happened to the would be fall maiden, how close she'd gotten to success only for The Stranger's own failings to bring about Cinder's downfall. A pit formed in The Stranger's stomach, as they tried to assign who was really to blame here and how much Salem really knew and how much she was just leaving implied.
If she knew my failing, she'd kill me rather than play this game, right?
"Thank you" was all the Stranger said. The clicking orb started to float away when it paused as if the orb itself had just remembered something. "…yes?"
"Minimal losses with the White-fang isn't our concern," Salem said simply as if it was a funny anecdote that had sprung into her head. The stranger didn't need a translation. Even though they were now alone in the room they still could feel Grimm's eyes upon them.
Yang
When Yang woke up, she was greeted to the sight of blood, spraying from a throat. It was a Faunus man, some sort of simian Faunus judging by the heavy hair on his forearms, and Neo had just run his throat through with Hush. Yang was sort of in a Haze as she watched it happen, the small sword was plucked out, he gripped his throat before collapsing to the ground, blood seeping out between his fingers. For a second Yang thought it was a strange dream, she'd had so many odd ones, she thought that until the red flecks hit her face.
Not a dream! This is real. Yang decided, scrambling to her feet looking down on the terrorist bleeding out in her camp, before Gazing up at Neo's giddy face. Yang opened her mouth to speak when Neo help up an open hand.
Yang silenced herself and focused her aura on her nose and ears. She couldn't exactly hear them, but she could smell them, many Faunus had different scents from humans, pheromones and such. Compared to this dry dead smell that was Mountain Glenn their scents stood out like a flashlight in a dark cave.
The White fang is here? Yang turned to Neo raising her eyebrow in question, the little mute girl nodded in affirmative. Yang stooped down and retrieved her katana, and other gear, she turned to Neo and raised a closed fist to her, Neo responded by raising 5 fingers. Neo paused looked down at the dead male in their presence and held up four fingers instead.
This is not good. Yang thought but a grumbling turned inside of her, the Grimm wanted out and who'd be a better subject to unleash it upon than the white-Fang. That could be fun, especially with Neo backing me up.
Yang shook the idea from her, head. She had too much on her plate as it was. Business before Pleasure. She chastised herself. Though After I'm done with Ironwood, maybe a fight with the Fang is just what I need.
Author's notes
Sorry for the Lateness, I may take a short hiatus soonish in order to focusing on writing a few chapters. Thanks for your patience and time, Please spread this around and leave a review im loving them all.