"You gotta be fucking with me…" Eric muttered, quickly reloading his shotgun as he looked around the car for the first sign of his new friend. "Blake?"
"Still here."
"Fuckin' hell…" he muttered…
"Now,"the big, purple jackass grumbled melodramatically as he jumped down onto the entrance to the train, rearing to full height. "You face the Elder's greatest champion."
"Are you fucking serious?" Eric asked, cocking an eyebrow. This had to be the weirdest thing he'd seen since he got back from Remnant.
"He's serious," Blake replied with absolute certainty.
"Ugh, fuck me. Alright 'greatest champion,' the challenger wants his belt."
The 'Elder's Greatest Champion' gave Eric an equally confused glance, long white hair fanning out and slowly wafting with some invisible, intangible wind. Eric wasn't sure what his gimmick was, but he already didn't trust it. He had a gun on his back and some sharp bits on his gauntlets, but he wasn't armored enough to be a CQC fighter. As he raised a hand, purple energy formed a ball, and began to spread out behind him.
"What's he doing?" Blake asked under her breath, crouching low and tightening her grip on her weapons.
"No idea," Eric replied, immediately raising his weapon and firing. The shotgun blast proved ineffectual when the purple energy coalesced into the vaguely humanoid shape of the Champion just before impact, absorbing the superheated flechettes like it was nothing and dissipating as quickly as it appeared.
"Oh, that's not fucking fair."
"This is only a fraction of my powers," the being responded, "Behold, the might of-"
Blake pounced, aiming a slash straight at the Chosen's chest, forcing it to dodge to one side and turn its attention long enough for Eric to fire again, his shell barely ricocheting off of-
A purple flash of light, not entirely unlike the 'Aura' that his current wingwoman possessed.
"You are not the only ones who are blessed," it explained, grabbing Blake's sword mid-swing and backhanding her out of the car. Then it threw a lance of purple energy straight at Eric's head. He ducked, barely dodging the attack, before firing again. This time, the Chosen dodged, leaving the shot to harmlessly bounce off of Blake's Aura. . "The Elders have witnessed your prowess, child, and seen fit to bestow their champion with further gifts… behold, the fruits of my labor!"
"Oh, will you just shut the fuck-" Eric started, only to be cut off by the now incensed-Chosen.
"Silence, Human!" it demanded, throwing another bolt at him, this time with both hands, and much faster than last time. The lance of energy hit him right in the hip, burning something fierce that reached deep into his skin and drew a yelp of pain. "You are not my prey!"
"Over here, then!" Blake shouted back, and flew from behind, kicking the Chosen in the back of the head, before following up with a second wheel kick and a slash with her sword that drew a long streak of orange blood from its face.
"Heathen!" It shouted again, grabbing Blake's face in the middle of her follow-up and slamming her into the floor. "Cease your fruitless resistance!"
"Cease your fucking screaming then, khodaye man," Eric fired back, slipping into the old tongue. Damn, my Farsi sounds bad. No matter, though, mainly because the Chosen didn't listen.
"I have grown tired of your insolence. I will bend you to my will, and make you suffer!" With that, the Chosen threw Blake out of the car and turned back to Eric, eyes glowing as it extended a tendril of said purple energy towards Eric's head. For a moment, Eric felt a sting, and then… nothing. A mild discomfort, at best. The Chosen still seemed focused on trying to hurt him, so Eric took the opportunity to line up a shot from his hip and fire directly into its gut, the blast sending the Chosen flying out the same door it'd sent Blake through, purple not-Aura crackling.
Eric sighed, sliding two more shells into his shotgun as he followed the Chosen's flight out of the train. This was shaping up to be a long evening.
As the Assassin swung into the car, sword in hand, Jerry threw himself headlong into the Chosen with gusto. The Assassin barely dodged his shoulder charge and the follow-up barrage of suppressive fire, dive-rolling directly into Ren, who threw a quick question-mark kick in response that snapped her head back and sent her onto her side.
Jerry was being unusually hasty and aggressive, but that wasn't Ren's concern right now. They were packed in too tight inside this train car. Outside, Ren would have the advantage.
"You're reckless," it grumbled, rolling up to its feet and hopping away from Ren and Jerry, adjusting her grip on her sword as her eyes darted between the two men. "Were you stupid enough to believe that this wasn't a trap?"
"Exact fucking opposite," Jerry growled, quickly adjusting his metal hand before charging forward again. Ren didn't understand why he was putting himself in close-quarters combat with it– he had no melee weapon that Ren could see, and he certainly didn't have any Aura to protect him from that sword. The Assassin effortlessly dodged him again, rewarding his efforts with a strong slash at the back of his neck, only for Jerry to roll under it, landing at a knee and firing another burst, its second dodge much clumsier and and haphazard than the first. Ren once again followed up, attempting to land two concurrent slashes with Stormflower, only to be parried by the Assassin.
"For five months," Jerry started, reloading his weapon, "FIVE! MONTHS! I have been waiting. Waiting to shove my boot so. FAR. UP. YOUR. ASS!"
With that, Jerry charged forward again, the dual assault from himself and Ren overwhelming the Assassin's defenses. A few of Jerry's shots pierced her armor at the hip, while a slash from Stormflower managed to break open the plate just above the heart. Still, it stood, and now, it was a lot angrier.
"You've grown stronger," the Assassin noted, "but you fail to realize that you are doomed. Every step you take has been predicted by the elders. For months, we have watched, waited-"
"Mercy, shut this thing up!" Jerry shouted, and the GREMLIN flew into action. Ren wasn't sure what had brought on this sudden burst of aggression from the medic, but it was certainly working. The Assassin was already on the back foot, seemingly looking for a way out of the car and into the open, It had already done away with the sword, instead switching over to the shotgun it had used in their first encounter, taking precise aim at Ren, firing a shot that went wide and barely grazed him at most. The GREMLIN careened straight for the Assassin, sparking and whirring as it chased the Assassin out of the room and onto the train proper, with Jerry right behind.
Ren knew that the Assassin would fare better on open ground, but so would he. It was a risk he was willing to take. Ideally, Jerry wouldn't get himself killed in the meantime, but without physical contact, Ren wouldn't be able to leverage his Semblance to cool him down.
The moment Ren stepped out of the driver's cab, he was assaulted by light and sound, blinded and deafened for a solid five seconds. Instinct directed him to put his weapons up and back up, which was the smart call, as he felt something hit Stormflower, then sweep down and dig into his Aura above the beltline. By the time his vision had returned, the Assassin was aiming a blow directly at his heart, the only thing stopping the blade from striking true being Jerry's metal hand closing on the blade and pushing it towards the edge of the train. The Assassin reacted fast, bodily throwing Jerry to the side, and its sword with him. It seemed stunned that Jerry didn't let go, and the split second of indecision was enough for Ren to get his bearings, and launch his attack.
The first kick went high, catching the Chosen under the chin and launching Ren into the air. Something about him felt… heavier than usual, so his attempt at a follow-up spin kick hit the ribs rather than the head as he'd intended, but the result was similar to what he'd intended, sending the Chosen stumbling back and giving him time to train his gun on it, firing a barrage directly into its chest and sending it stumbling back, now with plenty of weeping orange wounds to give it pause.
"Jerry?" Ren asked. "You good?"
"Fine!" the man grunted as he pulled himself to his feet, sword in hand.
"Good." Ren turned his attention back to the snarling Chosen, and braced himself. "We're almost done here."
Jaune was having a bad time. Not that his time on Earth thus far hadn't been a bad time up to this point, but this, in particular, was a very, very bad time, mainly because, of all the Chosen to pick a fight with him and Roderick, they ended up with the one that could A) turn invisible, and B) break into their communications system.
"You know, You can't hide from me in there," it informed them smugly. "Not if you want to get rid of me, that is."
"Do these guys ever SHUT THE FUCK UP!?" Eric shouted over shotgun blasts. "Jesus CHRIST!"
"Focus, team!" Adam replied, "clear 'em out and cover each other. Ruby and I are a bit occupied at the moment, cannot assist."
"You know, boss, it would be a lot easier to cover you if I didn't have Aimbot dot exe out here trying to no-scope my ass," Roderick said, looking to Jaune. "You know where he is?"
"No idea," Jaune replied, as another one of the Chosen's bullets slammed through the wall of the train next to his head. He'd never been more happy to have gone to the bathroom before the mission than he was now.
"I think he's got us zeroed," Roderick noted, reloading his rifle. "He's had our number since he showed up, and we haven't even gotten eyes on him. One of us is gonna need to go out there and draw fire."
"I-I can do it," Jaune stammered, clambering to his feet. "That's a big gun, but I think my Aura can take it."
"You absolutely sure, Jaune?" Roderick asked, all the joking and joviality gone from his voice. "If you're tweaking out, I can give it a-"
"No, I got it!"
"Okay. Let's do this, kiddo."
Jaune nodded, grabbing a firm hold of Crocea Mors, and charging out the door. He raised his shield up to the right as the Chosen's gun fired, a peal of thunder in the moonlit sky, and as the bullet hit him in the back and punched deep into his Aura, he regretted his choice.
"Saw it," Roderick shouted over the din of the train as he practically dove out behind Jaune, landing on his back and opening up with his magnetic rifle, rounds slamming into the back of the train car and very briefly causing the Chosen's camo to fail as it backflipped off of the train. "Shit, he jumped off."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going far. Tell me, when you made those GREMLINs of yours, did you really think that we hadn't given them a try?" the Chosen asked, before another shot rang out, this time from directly next to Roderick, revealing something underneath its feet. Roderick was barely able to roll away from the impact, and Jaune immediately turned his eyes to follow the once-again invisible threat.
'Man, at least I can see the Grimm. This is bar-none the second most terrifying thing I've ever done. Deathstalker's always gonna be number one. Unless this guy has a Deathstalker, Please tell me he doesn't have a Deathstalker.'
"Not over there, boy," the Chosen chided him, and another shot rang out, this time striking Jaune in the back of the head and sending him stumbling forward, only saved from falling off the train by the now-standing Roderick tackling him onto his side.
"This cargo platform's way too open. Next car!" Roderick ordered, and Jaune certainly didn't object, scrambling to his feet as the Chosen fired off yet another shot.
"How we doin'?" Jerry asked, exhausted. "Me and Ren got our man."
"Oh, did you, now?" the Chosen asked.
"Yeah, and now I'm coming for your ass," Jerry replied.
"We got hit a few times, but we're good! Trying to get out of this shithead's line of sight, he can turn fucking invisible!" Roderick stated, shoving Jaune ahead of him into a boxcar before following in himself. "Any bright ideas?"
"Did you try-" Eric started.
"Yes, I already tried it and he got shot twice."
"Damn. I got nothing. This guy here won't SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"You dare speak to the Elder's Champion as if he were common chattel?" came the cacophonous ranting of one of the other Chosen, audible as if he were speaking on the comms himself. Evidently, Blake and Eric had gotten stuck with a really chatty one.
"I really feel for Blake and Eric right now. Larry, do you see this guy?"
"Negative, his cloak's too damn fast. Every time I take a shot, he's already gone"
"Damn. Just keep your eyes on us."
"I feel bad for you, old man," the Chosen said, "I really do. All these years of shooting defenseless civilians, and you can't even hit me when I have my back to you."
"I'm going to massacre you, you piece of shit,"
Lawrence stated, as calmly and matter-of-factly as if he were noting the weather.
"Don't let him get in your head, Larry!" Roderick warned, before turning back to Jaune. "I think I got an idea. Jerry says he cleared his guy, so I'm gonna have the Gremlin come around, act like we're wounded to keep him in place. When the Gremlin comes, it'll be in night ops mode, so it'll have its thermals on. He'll see the displacement from whatever he's riding on, and we can take a shot at it when Jerry calls it out. You catchin' me?"
"Yeah," Jaune said, "I think I got it. What do you need me to do?"
"Try to peek his ass again and get me a vector on him. I'll be right behind you."
"Got it," Jaune replied, turning to the front of the car. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready."
With that, he charged, this time bringing his shield up to the left. He saw the gunshot, way wide of hitting him, instead hitting the next car over.
"Oops," the Chosen grumbled, incensed. "Wind's getting a bit testy."
"Right in front of me," Jaune called out. Roderick was already on it, spraying fire at the Chosen. Jaune could vaguely see its silhouette shuddering and flickering as it attempted to line up another shot, but once again, it went awry, the rifle jerking towards the other train car right as he went to fire. Despite seemingly being more suited to distance fighting, this Chosen certainly wasn't a great shot.
"There we go," it muttered, firing again and once more going wide of his mark as Roderick continued to fire at him.
"Roddy, you dumb son of a bitch, get back!" Lawrence shouted. "Explosive!"
"What?" Roderick asked, looking around to see the source of Lawrence's warning. "Wait, shit- Jaune, get-"
There was a loud bang, and suddenly, everything was hot and light and ringing ears and the smell of smoke. Jaune couldn't breathe, his chest ached, his body ached, his Aura was scrambling to repair the damage but he could feel blood running down his cheek, and all he could think about was 'is Roderick dead'.
Jaune could dimly make out Jerry's voice shouting over comms, a loud back and forth with… Lawrence? It sounded like, and Ren asking something, sounding far more distressed than Jaune had ever heard him.
"-ne? Jaune, say something, lad. Are you alright? What was that explosion?" Adam asked, sounding unusually concerned with Jaune's well-being. Finally, a nice surprise today.
Jaune managed to croak out a "Fine," before he realized how badly his throat hurt, and started to cough. He was on his back, a good distance away from where he'd been before, he was pretty sure, and a good section of the train car was just… gone, blown away, as was the one that had been next to him just a few seconds ago, with nothing but twisted metal and flame to demarcate that it had ever existed in the first place.
'Is Roderick dead? Please, tell me he isn't dead I can't do this alone is he dead is he dead is he-'
"You really oughta watch where you're going, boy," said the Chosen that had been harassing him for the past 15 minutes. "Don't they have fuel tankers on your little backwater planet?"
Jaune didn't respond, instead frantically looking for Roderick. Still no sign of him. He saw some blood, but judging by how he couldn't really feel his legs right now, it could be his blood. Then again, his aura was working again, so maybe…
"Whatever. You're the prize here. I'm going to learn a lot from you, stranger. Don't put up too much of a fight, and I'll be done with you before you know it," the Chosen 'assured' him, putting his rifle on his back and grinning down smugly at him with shark-like teeth.
"Catch," said Lawrence.
A distant blast of magnetic rifle fire, and suddenly, the Chosen pitched over Jaune, a hole where his smile used to be, orange blood splattering on Jaune's face and on the floor of the train car next to him.
"Jaune, you alive down there?" Lawrence asked. "Can you hear me, son?"
"Y-yeah. I can hear you. Roddy? Where's Roddy?"
"I can't see him from up here. Jaune, I… I wouldn't get my hopes up."
'No, no, no, no, no, it's not fair. He was a good guy. He actually treated me like a human being from the moment I got here, he never threw my stuff on the ground or tried to kill me or threatened me at gunpoint or had a meltdown because of my existence, it's not freaking fair he's fine, he's got to be fine.'
Jaune forced himself onto his feet, his legs trembling with the effort, but they managed. Good, that meant they were still attached. A voice in his head, one that sounded a lot like Pyrrha come to think of it, told him to check for his weapons, and he looked around for Crocea Mors. The shield was still on his arm, and the sword was laying off to the side uselessly. Jaune stumbled over and grabbed it, his hands trembling so much that it took a good three tries.
"Hey, Jaune, I'm on my way, I can see you, Are you hurt, buddy?" Jerry asked, his tone stone-cold and emotionless. Jaune could tell he was focusing on what was going on, trying to get to him, and nothing else. "Talk to me."
"I can't find Roderick," Jaune said, the trembling in his hands extending up his arms as he frantically looked around the car. "I can't find Roderick."
"Jaune, buddy, focus on my voice. Listen to me. Are you hurt? You're not gonna be any help to anyone if you're hurt."
"I can't find him!" Jaune protested. He couldn't see any good reason to worry about him, he was fine, he was fine, he just needed to find Roderick.
"Jaune, listen to me-"
"I'm fine! I can't find Roderick!"
" 'm over here!" came a weak, near-airless groan from the front of the car, behind the mangled metal. It was Roderick, all right. Jaune bolted as fast as he could trust his shaky legs to carry him, and then immediately had to hold in the urge to throw up.
Roderick had dragged himself up to a sitting position against a large hunk of train, based on the thick streak of blood that rose from a pool laying in the doorway. His armor was practically peeled off in multiple places, exposing the bodysuit and skin underneath, most of which was at the very least cut. There was a large hunk of metal dug deep into his right shoulder, and a massive, heavily bleeding cut on the left side of his head, just past his eye, and that wasn't even getting started on The Hole.
Capital 'H' hole, because the hole in Roderick's chest was big, the armor around it was burnt, and Jaune could see something moving under it. Something was moving under a hole in his chest.
"...Roderick?" Jaune asked, his tone warbling to the point where Jaune barely even registered that was what he said.
"Hey, pal," he wheezed. "Kinda hard to breathe. It's bad."
Jaune immediately moved next to him, trying to see if he could stop the bleeding somehow. He couldn't. He didn't remember anything about first aid and he wished Professor Peach was here to walk him through it, but it probably wouldn't have mattered because Roderick didn't have an Aura.
Jaune was going to watch him die.
He was going to watch a human being die.
"Hey, look at me man, come on, I know it looks bad, but at least look at me."
Jaune looked up at a slightly-smiling Roderick—how in the Brother's name could he smile at a time like this— who just seemed to be blissfully unaware of the fact he was going to die. Or at peace with it, looked sorta similar on Jaune's end.
"It's fine, man, go on. Firebrand'll get me," he attempted to assure Jaune, but it didn't work. Jaune felt frantic, dropping his sword and shield and doing what came instinctively. He pressed his hands to the Hole, causing Roderick to scream in pain.
"S-sorry!"
"Fuck, just stick your fist in there, why don't ya?" Roderick grunted, gritting his teeth. "Nothing you can do, man. Where's Jerry?"
"He's c-coming, but you're gonna die if I don't do something!"
Roderick attempted to shrug. "And you've got a job to do. Quit wasting time and get moving."
Jaune's Aura was starting to flare up, his fists flexing and unflexing as he tried to stop the bleeding. Roderick protested again, Jaune's Aura flared even brighter, and he kept pressing, even when Roderick was screaming in pain and blue light was starting to crackle across his skin- wait.
Blue light?
'Aw, shiz, he's big', was the first thought to come to Ruby's mind when she saw the newest arrival to the train. After a rather Yang-worthy pun about breaks/brakes, he'd sort of just… stood there and dared one of them to attack him.
Adam, respect to him, had taken him up on that, and Ruby couldn't help but be impressed by the fact that the two were currently manhandling each other all over the train while Ruby attempted to exploit openings and take potshots at the big guy, but there was a really glaring problem that it didn't take a genius to notice.
Crescent Rose wasn't doing jack.
Every bullet, every slash, seemed to do absolutely nothing to faze the Chosen. Not even Adam's really, REALLY powerful-looking punches and kicks came close to staggering it. Adam was at the point where he'd used that orange serum stuff he'd used to beat up Jaune and Pyrrha, and even then, it wasn't doing much other than making him harder to hit.
"Gotta admit!" The Chosen bellowed through laughter, "This is the best fight I've had in ages! Still, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cut this short. Seems like my younger siblings can't do the job right. I'm just going to-"
"Oh, you're goin' fuckin' nowhere, bruv!" Adam shouted back, sliding between the Chosen's legs and coming to halt at a knee in front of him, firing both of his pistols directly into its facemask, to no effect. Ruby swept in immediately after, flying straight into-
The Chosen's arm, as he performed a jumping lariat to Ruby in midair that, unlike Eric, caused her a lot more pain than it caused him.
"As I was saying-" Ruby could hear it continue through the ringing in her ears as she flew off the side of the train. The rest faded as she flew, and she idly wondered how fast the train was going .
Not faster than her, definitely, but she couldn't help but be a bit curious.
Ruby shot forward like a speeding bullet, rose petals cascading in her wake as she rapidly outpaced the train, coming to a halt in midair and entering a death spiral as she measured herself. The Chosen had grabbed Adam by the neck, but Adam's attention was solely on Ruby, and his hands had gone from his pistols to grab at the ridges on the alien's armor plate.
Ruby instantly figured out what he was thinking, and the question of if she was faster than the train was replaced by the question of what the heck she was supposed to call this team attack, or if there was a name for it at all, but regardless, she knew it was going to be awesome.
As Ruby clutched the trigger of Crescent Rose, a mere second away from coming down with the force of a dive-bombing Nevermore, Adam roared, using all of his enhanced might to shove the Chosen up onto his shoulders and into the air, throwing a kick that made Ruby's leg ache in sympathy as the Chosen flew directly towards her. She fired Crescent Rose, her spiral becoming a straight descent downwards, her blade immediately crashing directly into the Chosen's hands and digging deep enough to draw blood, as it spun in midair and spiked her down onto the train.
That wasn't awesome.
Adam, a bit hobbled by his kick attempt gone bad, was instantly on the offensive, looking to use his grappling hook to toss the Chosen off of the train, but that backfired too. The Chosen reeled him in like a fish on a line, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him back down hard enough to dent the metal. If Ruby wasn't already low on aura, winded, and dazed, she'd have winced at the sight.
"I'm getting really tired of you people," the Chosen muttered, freeing one arm from Adam's neck and extending some sort of firearm from his wrist. "Time to put you to-"
Once again, the Chosen was interrupted, but this time, it wasn't by Adam or Ruby. A voice Ruby knew well called out from above them.
"Catch!"
The Chosen didn't catch, instead barely rolling off of Adam in time to avoid Harbinger impaling him from above, the blade landing a bit too close to Adam's head for comfort. The moment she saw the sword, Ruby's slam-induced delirium faded, replaced instead with spine-tingling delight and the knowledge that everything was well in hand.
"Uncle Qrow!" she shouted, springing up to her feet like a shot from a gun as she grabbed Crescent Rose, just in time to witness the veteran huntsman's expert landing on top of his own sword.
"Jesus, fuck, there's another one," Adam groaned, exasperated.
"And you're complaining, why?" Qrow asked, before looking over his shoulder. "Stay back, squirt. I got this."
Ruby was more than happy to oblige this one time. Just the once, though.
The Chosen rose to full height, cracking its neck in anticipation. "Finally. Just like old times."
Qrow raised an eyebrow as he stepped off of Harbinger, and grabbed the sword.
"Hey, uh, Adam. Did you see that bird? The one that just turned into a guy with a sword?" Lawrence asked.
"Oh, I bloody well saw him," Adam grumbled, pulling himself to his feet as the Chosen took a running start after Qrow, with Qrow doing nothing in response until the Chosen was practically within spitting distance. When it threw a punch, Qrow ducked under, slamming his sword into its torso and sending it stumbling back, firing whatever kind of guns it had on its wrist, green beams of light arcing past Qrow as he fluidly dodged each one, before making a long, looping slash that hit the back of the Chosen's legs and brought it to a knee.
"That's my Uncle Qrow!" Ruby explained, still riding the emotional high. She'd been a bit unsure of this whole Earth adventure since the beginning, but she'd gone along with it because it was the right thing to do, and she'd be danged if JNPR went and stuck their necks out alone. With Qrow here, though, that meant they could do this for sure- they had a real, experienced Huntsman on their side.
This Chosen guy didn't stand a chance.
Qrow swung his sword like a bludgeon, the blade striking dead center of the Chosen's armored chest and caving the armor in, sending it flying back a good few feet as Harbinger shifted into scythe mode and charged after him. It rolled to its feet and fired some sort of rocket at Qrow, who, completely unperturbed, spun past it and swung for the fences, hitting the Chosen right on the neck, before firing his shotguns and cleanly removing its head with the recoil.
"Well," Qrow muttered, looking at his alien blood-soaked clothes. "Damn."
Ruby couldn't help but cheer, rushing her uncle and throwing herself onto his back in a vice-like hug that Qrow returned with a chuckle.
"You okay, kiddo?"
"Doing fine!" Ruby replied.
Qrow turned, Ruby still latched onto him, towards Adam. "Your ride better get you out of here quick. Looks like these guys brought backup in case you got lucky."
Adam's eyes widened, and his hand immediately went to comms. "Everyone, rendezvous on my position. Firebrand, we've got wounded, get down here, and be bloody snappy with it. How we doing, lads?"
"All good. Think that Chosen fucker got in my head, but I'll be fine," Eric responded.
"Clear," Ren followed.
"Jaune just did some kinda weird voodoo magic shit that saved my goddamn life," Roderick replied, and Ruby couldn't help but be surprised too, even if she didn't know what 'voodoo magic shit' was.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Adam muttered, pulling himself to his feet and nodding at Qrow. "Adam Jones, XCOM Menace Team."
"Qrow Branwen," Qrow replied as Ruby hopped off of him, still in disbelief that he was even here. "Huntsman. Oz sent me."
"Who's Oz?"
Qrow sighed, looking towards the Skyranger. "I'll explain on the way back."
A/N: Finally, some content.Got a few things to iron out- firstly, I have a twitter you can follow to get in touch with me and get status updates on the story. It's factor_shock if y'all wanna give me a follow. Secondly, I'd really like to hear from you guys, especially in the coming few chapters. Things are about to get wet and wild in the best possible way, thanks to my beta readers, and I can't wait to hear all of your reactions to the wild shit happening.
