No updates from 23rd December – 29th December inclusive. I'll be spending the time resting and doing family obligation stuff like Christmas parties. Okay, that makes me sound like a grinch, but I mean the boring kind of party where you don't drink anything, play monopoly with seven-year-old nephews and are forced to watch horrific Christmas movies with your family. And no, not Die Hard. Polar Express and other cutesy-wutesy movies.

Blergh.

Last year I brought Cards Against Humanity and got told off. Excuse me for trying to liven things up xD

Cover Art: Jack Wayne

Chapter 87

The spiderlike Grimm managed to push past his guard and catch his cheek with the tip of one leg. The move cost it, opening its stomach to Crocea Mors, which pierced through its carapace all too easily. The thing gurgled and expired, weighing the sword down but not enough that he couldn't bat away another Grimm before it got close.

A little further back down the tunnel, Amber was finishing up the last of her own. That they'd been attacked from both ends smacked of strategy but was more likely coincidence. The Grimm could only come from two angles, and there were surely some they'd left behind by not taking their corridors, and they might have been attracted to the noise. If someone had been controlling them, there were better places for an ambush.

Fire and wind howled behind, throwing the final Grimm away as Amber finished hers in record time with the use of her powers. He took a little longer, taking it slow and steady to minimise the risk. The corridor was narrow enough to allow it, even as he split his attention between them and his companion.

"Need a hand?" she called.

"No. I'm alright."

The last two attacked in unison. One was sliced in two while the other chittered by and lunged, trying to bury its mandibles in his leg. He brought his foot up, tilting back to catch its attack on the metal heel, then shoved it away. Once the first was dead and gone, it was a matter of a flick and a stab to have the final one dying.

"They're persistent," he said, sliding the decomposing body off, "But not a big problem."

"For us. I imagine any poor wanderer getting this far wouldn't stand a chance."

That went without saying, but it was a reckless soul indeed who decided to investigate an abandoned and Grimm-infested ruin in the middle of already Grimm-infested wilderness.

"You got tagged."

Jaune rubbed his cheek, brushing away the faintest amount of blood. The cut was small enough to not even bleed properly, more a graze than anything. He'd instinctively leaned back to lessen it. "Lucky hit," he said.

"Your aura didn't block it?"

"Guess my concentration slipped."

"It is getting late," she said. "Should we make camp?"

"I'd rather push on as much as we can." Suiting actions to words, he strode ahead, sheathing his weapon and switching the torch from his left hand to the right again. That was one downside of fighting like this; he couldn't use his shield. I should really invest in a chest-mounted torch.

Amber sighed and followed. She'd been doing that for a while now, suggesting they break camp and rest. It might have been hunger or fatigue – he had no idea how long it had been since her last rest.

"We'll make camp once we find somewhere defensible. No point doing it now."

"Alright. Alright."

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"The White Fang!" Weiss yelled, pacing in her dorm with wide eyes. "They're back? They can't be – my sister destroyed them!"

Nora and Ren shared a look as they often did, but for once it was Ren who spoke. "It might not be the same ones. There could be remnants of the organisation left over, or maybe it's a new set of people trying to bring it back. Even if they do return, it'll be at a fraction of their former strength and resources."

His simple reasoning stopped her frantic pacing. Taking a deep breath, she counted to five in her head and let it go. She wasn't calm by any means, but perhaps a little better able to control herself. Best to fix that before Whitley saw and commented.

Then again, her brother was no doubt just as concerned. They were targets, and if Winter caught a whiff of this – and really, there was little hope she'd miss it – there was a good chance she'd swoop down and kidnap them herself, dragging them back to Atlas for their own safety.

"I'm calm," she whispered. "I'm calm. Perfectly calm."

"Uh. You're no-"

Ren gagged Nora with one hand over her mouth. Weiss shot him a grateful smile.

She would just have to stay in Beacon until this blew over, or at least until they knew what they were dealing with. The White Fang didn't have the strength before to challenge Beacon, so she doubted that would change now. There was no need to leave the school, so she would stay and focus on lessons and training, and ensure Whitley did the same.

Mr Jaune is involved with both Winter and the White Fang. I can ask Emerald to find out what he knows. Emerald would do it, she was sure. Protective did not even begin to describe her attitude toward her, Yang and Whitley. More like possessively protective of her friends. If anyone can find out what's going on here, it's Mr Jaune.

He was still that, despite being her sister's fiancé. It just felt odd to think of him as a brother-in-law.

"What will you do?" Ren asked.

"What can I do? Nothing. I'll stay here and focus on work. Wait until they're dealt with."

"That's probably for the best."

"We can do any shopping you need for you!" Nora offered. "Just let us know what you want, and we'll get it."

"Thank you-"

"And I won't use your card to buy myself loads of stuff either."

"I… hadn't been about to suggest that." Her eyes narrowed on the innocent looking girl. "But now I'm concerned."

Nora giggled, more intent on distracting her than proving her innocence. It was working, Weiss finally able to smile and let go of the tension in her shoulders. White Fang or not, it was no business of hers. They didn't even fully know what happened at the Winchester manor. It could easily have been unrelated people blaming the action on the White Fang.

There was just no knowing yet.

"Hm?" Ren looked around suddenly. "Where's Blake?"

/-/

"It wasn't me!"

"I never said it was. I only asked-"

"You were thinking it," Blake hissed into her scroll, sequestered away in as quiet an alcove as could be found. Her face was red, burning with anger. "You wouldn't have called me if you didn't. And I thought I told you not to call me at all?"

"Your mother worries about you."

"Then she can call me! Kali has a scroll and I've nothing against talking with her." They had done numerous times already. With Ghira gone, they were closer than ever. The closeness with a parent you only experienced once you realised just how mortal they truly were. A desperate desire not to lose another without spending every possible hour with them. Blake shook her head and snapped, "My problems are only you."

"Blake…" Adam's voice had that hint of longing she'd known for so long. Before, it lit a fire in her. Now, it burned away to ash. "I did what I had to. The White Fang was becoming something abhorrent. They would have thrown away everything. I know you don't accept that now, especially after what happened to your father, but I did what I did because I cared about you. I still do."

She glanced around but no one was close enough to hear him say those damning words. Keeping her own voice quiet, she fired back, "Maybe you should have tried to change them, traitor."

He drew a sharp breath. "Blake…"

"I don't want to hear it. You want to know if I'm behind what happened in Vale. Well I'm not! You can ask the headmaster – I'm sure you have him monitoring me. I've not been out of Beacon since I arrived. Why would I? Every single person in Vale would instantly be suspicious of me! I'd have Ashari killing me in my sleep before I could blink!"

"If it's not you, they may still seek you. Either to join them or to make an example of…"

Because of her connection to him, the arch-traitor who turned on the White Fang and allowed their downfall. As if that wasn't bad enough, he'd now taken her father's spot in Menagerie, ruling over it alongside her mother as Chieftain.

He wasn't her chieftain, though. Nor was he her lover. Not anymore.

"It might be best if you came home."

"No."

"Blake…"

"Don't `Blake` me, Adam," she swore. "Menagerie isn't home so long as you're there, and the whole point of coming here was to get away from you! I'm not leaving now just because you're afraid."

"And if they contact you? What will you do?"

Her eyes burned. "I thought you said you didn't suspect me."

"I don't."

"Then why would it matter if they did contact me? Shouldn't you trust me to make the right choice?"

Adam was silent on the other end, as he deserved to be. He didn't trust her anymore than she did him – and while the memory of what they'd once been hurt, she couldn't say he didn't deserve all the mistrust for what he'd done. There were so many of her brothers and sisters in arms dead or imprisoned in Atlas thanks to him. That he'd saved her that fate didn't make it any better. It just told her he'd struck a deal with the devil. Both of them. Jaune Ashari and Winter Schnee.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk with you."

"If this new White Fang continues to make its presence known, I'll be forced to come to Vale myself and deal with them. We can't let them imperil the peace process."

"Vale is a big place. You can come and still stay far away from me."

She listened to the draw and release of his breath. It was measured, too measured, like he was doing his best to control it. Hers was no better, ragged and shaky and on the verge of an explosion. Into what, she wasn't sure. It could be tears, but it could just as easily be rage. Adam could tempt it, but she knew he wouldn't. Knew he didn't dare. In a strange way, that disappointed her.

"I hope you're enjoying Beacon, Blake. Despite everything, I still love you."

Blake's eyes closed angrily.

"Tell mom I love her."

"I'll tell her." Adam didn't miss what she hadn't said. On the screen, he looked deflated. Defeated. "Please, Blake, look after yourse-"

Blake cut the call and slammed her fist into the wall. "Idiot," she hissed, tears pricking at her eyes. "I hate you. I hate you." Her forehead pressed into the wall as she fought back the tears. "I hate all of this."

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To Jaune's surprise, they came upon a large chamber without crossing a single one of the doors locked by the magic of Salem's sigil. The tunnel ahead simply spread out suddenly, the light from the torch showing a change in the flooring and the absence of close walls. "We've found something."

"Finally," Amber said, brushing past him and shining her torch left and right. The room was big enough that the torchlight almost faded by the time it reached the walls. "There's only the one entrance," she said happily. "This can be our camp for the night."

"It looks like a good pick. We'll have to check it out to make sure there aren't any surprises."

"What do you suppose it's for?"

"Gathering or storage?"

There was nothing immediately obvious that made it stand out as special in any way, and it made sense the temple would have more than just treasure locked within it. Spaces for people to gather, food to be stored or just rooms for whatever purpose. He let the torch scan over the nearby walls and found himself disappointed at how weathered they were. If there had been murals once, they'd long since been worn away.

"Damn it. Guess this isn't the one…"

"Whoah!" Amber yelled. "I've found something!"

Jaune's torch shone for her voice, finding her and then joining her own beam of light to find the target. Toward the centre of the room, she'd found a raised platform or dais. Three steps led up and he followed them with the torch, shucking his backpack and making his way over. The light flooded up the steps, up a pedestal of solid stone atop it, and to the object resting on that, untouched by time.

Another book.

It sat upon the pedestal without movement of fanfare, still and silent with a rich green cover. There were four pillars spread toward the corner of the room, and four plinths closer to the pedestal, each with a copper basin resting atop, old and tarnished but still reflecting the light from their torches. Jaune tipped one over with his hand as he approached, catching a glimmer of the black chunks within. The charcoal had lasted.

"Braziers," he said. "You got a light?"

Amber offered her hand, a small fire burning in it.

"Semblance?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Something like that." She brought her hand above the basin and upturned it, letting the embers fall within. They caught the charcoal and burned merrily and bright, illuminating the room.

The walls and floor and ceiling were all of the same material, but the floor was smoother and segmented into perfectly square tiles at least half a metre across and likely weighing a lot. The wall was more a solid hunk of rock, though that might have been mortar or plastering of some kind. He doubted anyone could have built it all from a single piece of stone.

Amber casually lit the second plinth nearby but didn't bother with the other two. It wasn't necessary. Switching off his torch, Jaune pocketed it and stepped up onto the dais. Three small steps leading up and then he was before the platform and looking down on a thick wooden-bound book that, by some miracle, hadn't accumulated dust or rot.

The same magic as Vault? It would make sense if they wanted this kept hidden.

The question was, why had the other one been hidden behind a door sealed by his sigil, while this one stood open and available to anyone who came by? The answer became apparent a second later. It was obvious.

They wanted this book to be found but not the other.

Cautionary tales? Instructions? Safer material? He reached out for it. Guess I won't find out unless I take it home and study it.

His left hand flared when he reached for it, pale light glowing out from the glove. Well, that answered the question of whether it was magical or not. More Ashari artefacts reacting to him. At least the journey wouldn't be a waste.

Amber's boots crunched on the steps as she came up onto the dais behind him.

Directly behind him.

Jaune twisted left.

The knife pierced through his white coat but struck his flank rather than his kidney. It sparked off aura pushed to his back and slid right. His hand snapped down, catching her wrist even as he drove his other elbow back. Amber ducked that, but it had only been a distraction, he twisted her wrist up and used his thumb to flick the hilt of her knife up, breaking her grip.

Catching the dagger before it could fall, he spun and slashed at her without pause, catching her wide eyes and the hand she brought up to block the hit. The knife grated across her palm, spitting green aura and making her leap back with a cry.

Jaune hurled the dagger aside and drew Crocea Mors, standing atop the dais with a wary but not entirely shocked scowl.

Amber couldn't mistake it for anything else.

"You knew."

Knowing was too strong a term. Had he known, he wouldn't have walked into this like an idiot. If he'd known, he would have lured her into an ambush and killed her just like Cinder had. Ironic to think of doing her work for her, but it was better than letting a Maiden exist under Salem's sway. But no, he hadn't known.

"I suspected," he said carefully. "I had a suspicion."

"And you threw yourself into danger to confirm that?"

"No. I gave you the chance to prove me wrong." He stepped back further, putting distance between them. A Maiden was so much stronger than any other being, but they weren't invincible. Amber hadn't been against Cinder, and in the end even Cinder had died. It was just harder. Much harder. "But that didn't mean I let my guard down. I had my aura up the entire time, and always pushed in your direction."

"The spider Grimm cut you," she realised, staring at the line of blood on my cheek. "Your concentration didn't slip at all. Even when we were fighting them, you kept your aura focused on your back to protect against me…"

"Guilty."

"How?" she demanded. "How did you know?"

Because the real Amber should have been dead by now. Because he hadn't done enough to change the timeline to make it so Salem couldn't have orchestrated her death if she really wanted to. Because the first time they met, after his ambush by Tyrian outside this very temple, Amber had implied she'd been attacked by someone – but showed no wounds.

If Salem really wanted her dead, Tyrian wouldn't have wasted time attacking him. Between them, Tyrian and Hazel could easily have killed Amber. The only reason they wouldn't have, and the only reason Tyrian would have been free to waste time going after him, was if a fight hadn't occurred.

None of that could be said, however.

"You tried too hard. You trusted me too quickly, pushed yourself into my life too readily and agreed to accompany me here without a second thought. Loneliness is one thing, but for someone who is being hunted and knows it, it doesn't make sense for you to trust your life to a stranger."

It didn't help her cause that she'd all too willingly shown off her maiden power as well, which he knew she wouldn't have done unless she was confident he already knew. Since he shouldn't have by the limited knowledge she had, it made sense she'd found out from someone else. He brought his sword up toward her.

"Unless you know for a fact who they are and what they're capable of. Plus, a maiden fought against Raven recently in Mistral, so I already knew Salem had one on side." He raised a brow. "Let me guess. Join or die. That sound about right?"

"If you know that, then you know why I accepted."

"Ozpin could protect you."

"Ozpin wants to control me!"

"Is that any different to Salem?"

Amber's lips peeled back and her eyes began to glow. The fire within burned at the edges, eating away at the soft colour once shown, replacing it with a harsh and jagged gold that burned like fire from a forge. Any sense of humanity was washed away as she rose off the floor. The wind inside the chamber picked up, whirling and biting at his skin.

"It's not too late to pull back," he shouted. "Come with me back to Vale and I'll keep you safe."

"You are but one man," she howled, voice lost in the gale. "They are legion and supported by an army of Grimm. I'll take my chances, Ashari. They've told me all your tricks."

"Not all of them."

The flashbang went off with a crack, bathing the chamber in white. Dashing left, Jaune ducked behind a plinth as a veritable hurricane swept through the room. Spots danced in his vision as he cracked one eye open and looked around the corner, seeing Amber floating up near the ceiling, an arm over her face.

The chamber was large, but not that large. Maybe seven feet off the floor, she couldn't get completely out of his reach, and while she could summon and create storms from just about nothing, the fact they were inside made it unpredictable. The hurricane-force winds struck the back wall and flowed left and right in visible streams of white.

Drawing out his handgun, he aimed and shot three times, a simple crack, crack, crack that shattered against her aura, driving her back. As expected, she swept a hand in his direction, blasting the plinth and snuffing out the brazier he'd lit atop it. With his own torch clicked off, half the chamber was bathed in darkness. The temple was so deeply buried underground that no natural light filtered from above.

"Fighting in the dark?" she howled. "You're no faunus. This harms you just as much as – argh!" She lurched in the air as a dust round exploded on her back, spitting fire dust over her body. A sudden gale shot in the direction it had come from but hit nothing.

"I don't need special eyes to see you, Amber."

His voice came from behind and she whirled again, hurling a bolt of lightning that lit the room in a flash. The thunderclap lasted but a second, jarringly shining white over the various plinths and pillars.

It impacted the back wall and dissipated without hitting anything.

"Yours do a good enough job of shining through the dark," he said. Another bolt struck a plinth and cascaded the pedestal in the centre with sparks of electricity. His laughter echoed in the claustrophobic chamber, making him impossible to pinpoint. "Or did you forget that they're literally on fire?"

A silhouette of a hand came up over one of her eyes and she cursed loudly. The golden burning flames that continued to lick were brighter than any torch could be, enough so that her nose and cheeks could be seen clearly, even in the blackness. While he was invisible, she stood out like a beacon.

"You could let go of the power," he suggested. "Fight me like a human."

Die like one. Amber had been a huntress once-upon-a-time, but like so many with powerful Semblances, had no doubt come to rely on her maiden powers. Even if she hadn't, he was a huntsman on or beyond Qrow's level, who himself was one of the strongest in Vale. If Amber hadn't been confident beating Tyrian and Hazel while using her power, she sure as hell wouldn't be able to take him on without it.

With a snarl, Amber hurled another bolt of lightning at the ceiling, bathing the room in white. As that happened, she aimed and sent fire roaring down toward the brazier, lighting it again and illuminating a good half of the chamber. Her burning eyes scanned ahead of her but saw nothing.

Crocea Mors stabbed into her back.

Aura grated and sparked, chunks shaved off as she screamed and lurched in the air. He caught her ankle with his free hand, twisted and slammed her down into the flagstones. Experience with Cinder had him jumping away and letting go – not a moment too soon as a cyclone kicked up around her with force that would have sent him flying. Getting close to Cinder had always been the problem. It was what stopped Neo taking her vengeance for Roman.

Instead of chance it, he dashed back to the brazier while she struggled up, using his blade to tip the copper tub contained the charcoal off its pedestal. It fell to the ground with an almighty clang, spreading sparks over the stones. The light fluttered and died until only the glowing embers remained. Even then, he ran on, sure she'd burn the spot they'd been to the ground.

Sure enough, lightning rained down on it, causing the charcoal to explode and a good foot of rock and stone to be churned up. Wind followed, kicking up the remains into a shotgun blast of rock that would have ripped a man to shreds.

She has more mastery over her power than Cinder ever did.

More experience and time to learn it. On the other hand, while her control was impressive, her combat sense wasn't. Cinder was the better fighter – the smarter fighter who would have never allowed herself to be drawn into a trap like this, and who would have fled to find a better battleground once she realised he had the advantage.

More than that, Cinder fought better without the power, and often only used it when she felt she had to. If it was her, he knew she'd cut the maiden act altogether, summon her weapons and hunt him in the dark. Take her chances on an even battlefield and take advantage of her bow to keep him pinned. In absolute silence, she could have tracked his footsteps and shot at him.

Amber was making too much noise. Growling, swearing and brushing pebbles off her hood that pitter-pattered on the floor. Through it all, her eyes burned bright and inviting, acting as a convenient target centred on her face.

Her head snapped back when the bullet struck. She staggered and fell.

Jaune moved, ditching the clip and loading another, Crocea Mors clutched under his arm, pinned against his side by his elbow. The noise of the clip clicking into place and the chamber being drawn echoed and could have been taken advantage of if Amber wasn't swearing loudly. He hunkered down behind the next plinth, holding one hand on the cool stone.

Getting the odd hit in is easy, but how am I going to finish this? It's too dangerous to get close.

In the dark, it would be too dangerous to try and retreat. The second she figured out what he was doing, she would have a narrow tunnel to throw her lightning down, cutting off any hope he had of dodging. To say nothing of tripping or becoming ensnared in the dark. They were both trapped, though Amber could, if she realised, fly back through the tunnels and seal him inside.

Let's hope she doesn't think of that. Or that Salem wants me confirmed captured or dead. There was always a chance this temple had other exits, and then there was Raven. Patching a signal out of here wouldn't be easy, but she might choose to open a portal and investigate on her own if she started wondering why he was sat in one place for so long.

Salem knew about Raven's portals, which meant Amber knew. She couldn't take that risk.

I wouldn't say no to Raven popping up now to be honest. It'd be nice to have a maiden of my own to help out.

No such luck. Amber rose up again and began throwing fire around the room, trying to either hit or illuminate him, or just to create enough residual fire to offer some light in the chamber. It was only a matter of time until she found some patch of fungus, webs or another brazier that would be flammable enough to keep burning.

Or if she had the brains to realise stripping down and using her clothing as kindling would work out. It wasn't something the average person would think of, especially in the heat of battle, but it would have proved a problem.

With all the fire she was tossing around, it was easy to see the general area around her, which both made his approach impossible and gave him a chance to take stock. Amber was floating above the pedestal in the centre of the room, the singular slab of rock behind her like a coffin but not. The second tome lay upon it, sparingly saved from her fire for now, but likely not forever.

Jaune swore under his breath. That book was too important to lose.

Jumping out from cover, he squeezed off six shots in her general direction, trading accuracy for speed. Four hit. Two didn't. The two pinged off the ceiling and drew her attention. Wind mixed with lightning hurtled his way, forcing him to roll to the right and into the dark again. Casting off his gun, he sent it skidding loudly across the stone floor behind him.

Amber followed the sound with her attack, slamming her howling gale into his weapon and cracking it against the wall. Had her attacks been quieter or had she waited, she might have heard his footsteps, but wind and lightning were by their very nature loud attacks. His footsteps went unnoticed, coming in closer in the dark.

It was the reflection of light on his sword that clued her in. The brief glimmer he couldn't avoid. Her hand shifted to face him, energy swirling around it. He cut down toward it, aiming if not to sever her fingers, then at least deflect the attack away. At the same time, he shifted right, ready to abandon the assault and get out the way of whatever came.

Lightning. Shit. Aura or not, however many volts entering your system could still be an impediment, if not fatal. Twisting on his heel, he pivoted just enough to get out the way. His skin burned from the stream of lightning pulsing only a few inches by. Electricity jumped, his tired mind warned, but whether it was that this was controlled or just a facet of her power, it didn't cross the tiny gap to strike him.

His sword hit her wrist clumsily, all power gone now that his footing was shot. It didn't even knock her hand aside, let alone cut flesh. Amber slashed her arm across, wielding the lightning like a sword to cut him in two.

With his sword out of position, he did the only thing he could and blocked her wrist with the palm of his other hand, stopping her from slicing through. Pushing it up, he ducked in a way Yang had taught him, slipping under the attack and surging up inside her guard. Too close to swing his sword. Too close to even wield a knife. Instead, he brought his fist up under her jaw and felt the satisfying crack of her teeth striking together.

Her attack cut off with a wink of light. Her eyes closed, but the wisps of fire were still visible from between her lashes and he chased those down, landing with a knee on her stomach, blowing the air out of her. Gripping Crocea Mors by the blade with both hands, he brought it up and down on her chest.

"No!"

Amber set off a blast of wind between them. The force of it lifted him up and slammed him into the ceiling. At the same time, launched so close, it blasted her down into the floor, driving her into uncompromising stone.

Jaune landed beside her, sword sent skittering away. Winded, he still had the presence of mind to drag out a knife and roll on top of her, but the attack had harmed her less and she was able to lock her hand under his, holding it at bay. Her other came around, fire burning around it, but he slapped it aside with his left arm, burning himself but forcing it back.

He pushed that hand down over her face, trying to block her vision or snap her head back or just distract her so he could slip his knife around and under.

What he didn't expect was for his hand to glow blue, or for the sigil on the back to flare.

Amber gasped. Her eyes snapped open, body lurching as what looked like a ghostly spectre of herself slipped free of her body, drawn and connected to his hand as it drew back. It was as though there were two version of her face, one her natural one, eyes wide and struggling to breathe, and the other a pale blue outline that was being sucked out her body and into his hand.

The very air around them was freezing. Icicles crystallised on his face.

Her other hand came back around, planting against his chest and hurling him away with an explosion of wind. This time, he was less prepared and landed awkwardly, cursing as he rolled back up and onto his feet. The frost was crackling over his face and arm, originating from his still glowing, but slowly fading, hand.

Curiously, he curled and worked his fingers, marvelling at how different they felt. Not bad, no painful, but different.

"Impossible," Amber rasped, standing. "Only a woman can inherit this power. It's not possible!"

Jaune glanced down at the dagger still in his hand. The light reflected off the flat of the blade as he brought it up and tilted it to mirror his face. Though hazy, the flames that burned in and around his eyes, flickering blue, were unmistakeable. A Maiden's fire.

"Well," he said. "That changes things."

Congrats, Jaune. The first male-Maiden. Now all you need is a Sailor Fuku and you can complete that hilarious crackfic Sailor Moon x RWBY crossover that College Fool and I once proposed. One where Jaune, Oobleck, Port and other characters end up with Sailor transformations and Ruby is Tuxedo Mask, crushing on the slightly manly, but still cool Sailor Moon (Jaune).

Next Chapter: 21st December

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