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Chapter 102
Summer hated fighting people.
Grimm were easy. They were mindless beasts that came at you with all the world's evils in their minds and they went down and dissolved into black smoke. There was no doubt, no confusion and no weight to carry after the act, only a sense of satisfaction in a job well done.
People weren't the same. People bled, cried, sobbed and screamed at their last moments. They struggled, flailed and showed you with action and words that they were living, thinking beings that had so much more they wanted to do in life. It was why she'd chosen to be a huntress instead of, say, a police officer or a soldier. Things were just so much easier when your enemies were monsters.
Jaune didn't have that problem.
The first White Fang member to get in his way died before he could even make himself a threat. Jaune didn't shout for him to surrender, didn't even give him the chance. The door opened, the man turned and before he could even scream out a warning, Jaune's sword slammed through his ribcage with a sickening crack, erupting out his back in a spray of blood.
It scared her, though only for a second. Questions or not, training kicked in and Summer ducked a shot from the man's fellow, taking cover behind a crate and firing back. Her own shot struck the man's shoulder and brought him down, wounded but alive. It was no accident and the way she fought when she absolutely had to fight against people.
A second shot rang out and the man went still, mask cracked and blood leaking from the hole in the centre of it.
Summer stared at the now dead man.
"You must be getting rusty with all that teaching," Jaune said, holstering his handgun. He flicked a grin back her way, not a `ha ha I killed the person you tried to spare` grin, but one that said he genuinely thought her mercy had been accidental, and that he saw nothing wrong with his own actions.
"Y-Yeah." Summer pushed on with eyes closed. There was a good chance everyone here was going to die anyway, especially if they were working for Salem, but that didn't mean she wanted to see it – nor did it discount her putting the effort in to avoid it. "Let's try and take a prisoner next time, okay? We can interrogate them."
"I doubt we'll get much out of them."
"We can at least try!"
He shrugged. "Alright."
I always knew he was like this, she thought. Back when the White Fang attacked Amity, he'd slaughtered no small number of them – and she felt right using that word. He'd cut one in two right in front of Ruby, scarring her little girl so bad it took her weeks to stop waking up screaming in the middle of the night. Summer had slept with her for days after, stroking her hair as she slept.
That should have been the only sign she needed but she'd pushed past and ignored it because he saved her little girl. And really, if one thought about it, the terrorists had been going after children; they deserved what happened to them. And ever since, he'd never really shown that side of him again. He sparred with Qrow, he taught children, Yang loved his lessons and he drank and laughed with her and Taiyang. It was easy to forget he was a soldier. Not a huntsman – because those focused mostly on Grimm – but a killer of people.
Watching him remove the mask from the man's face, coldly ignoring the grisly gunshot wound that split it in two, only reaffirmed that.
"No faunus features," he said, brushing bloody hair aside. "It's like Pyrrha thought, they're just pretending to be White Fang. That could just be a convenient excuse, but it might also be a play to reignite tensions between faunus and humans."
"You said Salem had a hand in them, right? Maybe she wants them back."
"Could be." He let the dead man's bangs fall. Standing, he approached the next door. "We'll have to tell Glynda what we've found, make sure the authorities in Vale don't start frisking every faunus they come across. The ones ahead will know we're here now. Expect an ambush."
The window of the next door shattered before he could open it. Jaune flinched and whirled aside, aura sparking as a bullet pinged off his cheek, leaving behind a thin red line – not blood, but a sharp bruise. He slammed into the wall beside it, drew his gun and unloaded through.
"Told you."
"As though they'd just ignore gunshots," she fired back, crouching low and scurrying over. "Open it."
The door whisked open and she dove in, landing on her shoulder and rolling aside. The enemies had been focused on the window higher up and didn't have time to properly adjust their aim before she was in cover. Her white cape fluttered behind and developed two new holes in it.
Pushing her aura forward, she vaulted over the top and landed on a storage container, dashed along and kicked off to reach another by the ceiling. Bullets whistled by, but that proved fatal. The second they took their attention off the door, Jaune came through shooting. One of the men was struck in the chest, but this one staggered and fell back.
He's trained. Or he has aura. Summer jumped and caught the second with a roundhouse kick, spinning him into the closest wall and then down onto his ass. Before Jaune could shoot him, she disarmed and slammed his head into the closest wall. She'd have liked to be softer with it to avoid potential injury, but every second counted with Jaune in a better safe than sorry mood.
"I've got the other!" he said as he charged by. The next carriage door slammed open and more gunshots erupted, followed by a blinding flash of light and pained screams. A flashbang, no doubt from Jaune.
Cursing, Summer followed but arrived too late. Two dead people and one alive, albeit clutching a horrible gash in their leg and curled up tightly in a ball.
"Kept one alive for you."
Yeah, but for how long? If that cut the artery in his leg it was less a question of alive and more of slowly dying. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was doing this on purpose. The reality was worse. This was all too casual.
"Heal him!"
"Alright. Alright." Jaune holstered his gun and reached down. The masked man had heard her order, so he could assume what was coming and, not wanting to die, kept very still. Jaune's aura pumped into him, bolstering his own and causing the bleeding to slow. "You realise he's probably going to die anyway. Do you think they'll not blow this train up once they realise Pyrrha is gone?"
Of course. That would be Salem killing the people she'd spared though. It was semantics, she supposed, but a big distinction all the same. If you didn't allow it to be, you'd fall on the side of taking the easy out and slaughtering everyone just because Salem might kill them for their failure. Besides, she had her plan.
"Not if we have Raven keep hold of him. Then we can interrogate him later."
Jaune's eyes lit up. "Nice. I didn't think of that."
"Of course you didn't, you're too busy racking up a body count. Open a portal up. I'll go ahead." Summer pushed by with a muttered, "Raven won't want to open it with me here anyway. Catch up when you can."
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Jaune hoisted the man up before the portal opened, watching Raven appear on the other side back in her tent. He didn't bother to explain and hurled the man through, only vaguely disappointed she dodged in time. It would have been worth a laugh.
"What's this?" she asked, pressing a boot down on the man's back. "A gift?"
"A prisoner. Keep hold of him until we can take him to Beacon."
"White Fang? I thought we finished them…"
"We did. He's not faunus."
Raven scowled and kicked the man's head viciously, knocking him out. She probably hated the implication she could be anything other than thorough, and these people were essentially spreading that rumour by framing the Fang.
"Where is Summer?"
"Ahead," he said. "I think she'd upset with me. I don't know why."
"Probably something you did."
He rolled his eyes at the none-answer. Of course it was something he'd done; it wasn't like Summer rolled a D20 and went with that mood for no reason. He just didn't know what it was. I thought fighting alongside one another would help out. It always did with Ruby and the others.
"I should go catch up with her. Keep a portal ready for us."
Raven closed it without replying and Jaune ran ahead, already hearing distant gunfire. Summer moved fast, or maybe their enemies had fallen back to hold a more concerted defence instead of trickling to fight them two on two. He'd have called that a stalling tactic if it wasn't for the fact Pyrrha was already out. He hadn't seen her through the portal. Hopefully, Raven wasn't showing her any of the Branwen hospitality.
They kept Pyrrha in the back with no guards and now they're feeding us enemies. Something is wrong here.
It was possible they'd kept guards off Pyrrha to better make her appear a normal crate, but that didn't make sense when the whole train was full of masked posers. It wasn't like any customs checking it would be okay with the crate and also the apparent terrorists.
If they'd wanted to, they could have taken Pyrrha and run without even fighting these people, and the ones in charge had to know it. Assuming they kept Raven in mind, and assuming they knew she might have a bond to Pyrrha. It was possible – likely, even – that they didn't. But knowing he and Qrow might be coming for her, it still sat strangely that they'd focus their men like this. If you were going to fill every carriage, why not keep Pyrrha at the front?
Unless, was this supposed to be a framing? Had they wanted him to come, kill these people, miss Pyrrha, blow the train up to remove the evidence and then for people to come find her mangled body in the wreckage?
That was a lot of assumptions to make…
Jaune ran through two more carts, passing a few unconscious enemies. He considered pausing to make sure they didn't get up, but Summer might be in trouble. Ruby used to do that as well, try and not hurt anyone, but Qrow and ironically enough, Ren, eventually worked it out of her. Toward the end, anyway, with the world coming crashing down.
Speaking of crashing, the sounds of intense melee combat from ahead forced him to move faster. Summer didn't need to fight against these people, so it had to be someone bigger. I'm not letting you die now. Ruby would never forgive me.
The fighting became louder and louder, the bodies sparser and sparser. One carriage away, he caught sight of her white robe flying ahead – before he crashed through and into a running battle between Summer and Tyrian.
"Well." Tyrian smiled eagerly. "That's my cue to leave!" He rounded and dashed through the next door, leaving Summer behind.
"Are you okay?" he asked, running up and noticing her clutching her side. He had his hands out, Semblance at the ready. "Are you wounded?"
"No. I'm fine." Summer showed her flank without injury. "It's just that he touched it with his hand. I remembered what you said."
Tyrian used his Semblance on her. He was glad she'd taken it to heart and chosen to guard that spot. Even holding a hand over it would technically be enough since her hand still had aura. The only problem was how well she could fight one handed.
"Let me go ahead. He's more dangerous than he acts."
"He acts like a psychopath!"
"And he's even more dangerous than that. Believe me."
Summer shook her head. "How do you know these people, Jaune? How do you know their Semblances and what they're like? Don't tell me it's because you've fought them before. That might be enough to get some base ideas, but you know them far too intimately."
"You're right. I have dealt with them before, and not just in fights. I can't tell you now, but trust me, I'm on your side."
She smiled, much to his relief. "Jaune, they've tried multiple times to kill you. I think it's obvious you're not working together. I just want to know how you know. I'm not questioning where your loyalty is."
"Sorry. This is… It's all messed up."
"I know. Ozpin is dead, and even if he's going to come back it's still a shock." Summer tested her side where Tyrian's Semblance had hit, nicking her own skin with the tip of her blade. It cut very lightly, more of a prick than a slice, but enough to show her aura doing nothing. "Ozpin's death affected you, didn't it? I always thought you had him… you were so cautious around one another."
He wasn't surprised she noticed. They hadn't been subtle, and there was a good chance Ozpin had asked her to do a little digging on him on the side.
"Ozpin is… It's complicated. He's a good man, I know he is. But he's also a man in the worst situation imaginable. That means he'll make big decisions others wouldn't, and while I can't blame him wanting to end all this, I'm worried he'll be reckless about it."
"Like how…?"
"Imagine if he could kill Salem, but to do so he'd have to sacrifice half the population of Remnant. Among them is Ruby and Yang." He heard her suck in a sharp breath. "But you live. You have to live without them. How would that make you feel?"
"Awful, obviously!"
"Would you allow it?"
"No. Of course I wouldn't! But Ozpin would never do that."
He would. And the worst part was, he wasn't sure he could hate him for it anymore. Coming back even this one time had shown him just how difficult it was to make the right decision. That was hindsight for you; everything looked so obvious.
In his head he'd always imagined before what it might be like to go back in time and save Pyrrha. Easy, it seemed. Go back, don't let her go to the tower and that was it. Pyrrha lived. Now, he wasn't so sure it'd be that simple. Having experienced it himself, he'd failed to make Ruby a huntress, failed to save Blake from the White Fang and failed to kill Salem.
And Ozpin faced decisions like that every day. Had to live with the consequences every day. Constant pain, constant reminders, constant life or death choices without end. Considering how many close friends he'd seen die over the lifetimes, killing Ruby and the others was probably nothing to him. Even sacrificing so many people, he'd probably killed less there than he had all the other times combined, so to Ozpin, it was a profit.
"It's hard to tell what someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders will do. I think part of what makes us human is the fact we can die. It keeps us honest, gives us empathy, because we know that same fate might come for us sooner or later. Ozpin… He doesn't have that. How can he really know what it's like to die when he's been robbed of it all his life?"
Summer looked at him askance. "Do you know something…? Something he hasn't told us…?"
"Probably."
"How?" She put her foot down. "Tell me how or I'll go straight to Ozpin when he comes back!"
Luckily, he had a convenient excuse. "The Relic of Knowledge."
"W-What?"
"Didn't you ever wonder why Raven and I had the Spring Maiden?" They thought it was Nora and he wouldn't endanger Raven by revealing otherwise. "We went to the Haven and used the Relic. Before you get angry, we used it to prevent Salem doing so. By using up the questions, we've made it useless for the rest of this century."
"D-Did you take it out!?"
"No." He watched Summer let out an explosive breath, sagging with clear relief. Obviously, she knew what would happen if all four were brought together. "We put it back down there and sealed the value up after."
"Good. And you used it to find out about Ozpin's past?"
"We did." It wasn't a lie. In fact, it was Ruby's first use of it. "Jinn – that's the spirit inside – showed us what happened to him when this all started. It was disjointed. I won't say what, it's his story to tell, but I'll just say that Salem is far more deadly than you know. And that Ozpin is in a shit situation."
Stolen from death, forced to stay alive as punishment for what your wife did, then killed by said wife again and cursed for all eternity. And for the crime of what, falling in love? Ozpin hadn't done anything other than be such a good husband that Salem couldn't handle the grief of losing him. Hardly a crime to be cursed for eternity for.
"You sound like you both admire and hate him."
"Because I do." He smiled awkwardly. "My thoughts on Ozpin have always been like that. I've trusted him, doubted him, blamed him, hated him, learnt about him, respected him and then pitied him. Now, it's all those combined, but even if I can't trust him fully, I'll stand beside him against Salem. And I'll take vengeance on Lionheart for betraying him."
Summer smiled and sighed at the same time. "Why is everything so complicated with you?"
He grinned back. "I'm trying for the tall, dark and mysterious angle."
"Well it's not working. Come on, let's find Callows."
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Locating Tyrian was far easier than he expected. The cargo carriages they'd been fighting their way through suddenly gave way to a luxurious and decadent wood and red velvet monstrosity, the kind you'd have expected to see the world's richest travelling in. The windows were tall and covered either side of the car, showing that they were travelling at some speed through the open countryside of Mistral.
There were two more of the masked men, but they were bowed, unarmed and holding their hands toward the door ahead like bellboys welcoming new guests to a posh hotel.
"Um. An ambush?"
"I have no idea," he whispered back. The two were unarmed, so he called out. "What lays ahead?"
"Doctor Watts wishes to speak with you."
Jaune's eyes narrowed. "Arthur Watts?"
"He sits ahead and bids you welcome and put down your arms. He wishes to parlay."
Jaune looked to Summer who shrugged back. It had trap written all over it from her point of view, but he wasn't so sure. Watts had always been eccentric. All of Salem's minions were. Cinder was the power hungry one, Tyrian the madman, Hazel the strangely reluctant and out of place one. Watts, however, was more the schemer. The diplomat. The clever one. He could fight, and fight quite well, but it was always a last resort.
"Watts wouldn't put himself into combat like this." He sheathed Crocea Mors and motioned for Summer to do the same. Under his breath, he whispered, "Stay a little back and cover me. If they make a move, shoot them."
Her head bobbed imperceptibly, hidden in the motion of putting her own weapon away. Even unarmed, she was enough for those two, so they marched forward, him in the lead and Summer with enough distance between them to act if necessary.
The next carriage was much the same as the one they'd just left, but a large, round wooden table had been set up in the centre, pinned down to the train's floor with six seats around it. Only two of those were occupied, one by Watts himself and the other by a very nervous headmaster of Haven Academy.
"Leonardo…"
"Ooh. So much hate. So much malice. Where is my name, Ashari? Why don't you look at me the way you look at him?" Tyrian, stood behind Watts, shivered. "Ah, I'm so jealous!"
"He's insane…" Summer whispered.
"He most certainly is." Watts' moustache twitched as he smiled. "And if I may, my dear, I would trade him for you in a heartbeat. He's obsessed with our master, although it seems he's become equally enamoured of you of late, Mr Ashari." He leaned forwards. "Or may I call you Jaune?"
"I'd prefer Ashari." He drew the chair out and sat opposite Watts. Summer took the spot behind him, splitting her attention between Tyrian and Lionheart. Her hands gripped the back of Jaune's seat, making the wood creak. "What's the game this time, Watts? Are we going to play poker for your life instead of fighting?"
"That would be rather interesting, wouldn't it? Alas, no. I simply wanted to speak."
"Kidnapping Nikos is one way of getting that."
"And you've already rescued her, no doubt." He sighed. "I assume that's Miss Branwen's doing? Hazel never mentioned she had a bond with Nikos. Her Semblance is becoming quite the problematic little thing. We may have to deal with it sooner rather than later."
They knew the mechanics to Raven's Semblance. Lionheart might have been the leak there, trusted by Ozpin, and presumably trusted back when Raven had been working for Ozpin as well. He must have told his friend how it worked.
"You don't seem overly upset to lose the fall maiden."
"I'm sure Salem will be, and once she is Tyrian and I shall be rather upset once she punishes us." He had to pause as Tyrian shook and sobbed loudly. "But for now, well, I'm more bitterly amused. Perhaps next time we'll simply kill her instead."
Jaune scowled. "Get on with it. You wouldn't do all this if it was Pyrrha you wanted to talk about."
"Astute as always. No, while our mission was to acquire the fall maiden, my own goal – granted by Salem – was in fact to make contact with you." He balanced his elbows on the table and his chin atop his hands. "Apparently, you failed to reply to my lady's correspondence. Rather rude of you."
Summer gasped behind him. Damn it.
"Salem sent me a letter via Nevermore. It's not like there was a return address." He winced as Summer's fingernails dug into his shoulder. "And it's not like I'm beholden to her anyway. Last I checked, we were sworn enemies."
"Yes. That may have been due to our actions there." Watts managed to look embarrassed. "You see, our orders were always to bring you in alive for Salem to speak to, but our actions – well, let's just say I can understand how you felt we were trying to kill you. Our lady was quite upset with Tyrian once she found out you nearly fought to the death."
"I didn't know!" Tyrian wailed. "But now I do, oh, and Ashari, we can worship her together. I, as her most loyal priest, and you as one of her former worshippers-"
"You were a cultist!?" Summer shouted.
"No!" He glared at Tyrian. "Worshipper-? What are you even talking about?"
"The Ashari," Watts explained. "Her once loyal people, the ancient civilisation which she led, and which you bare the name of. I had assumed you knew, or perhaps Tyrian simply jumped the gun with `worshippers`. Citizens would be a more accurate summation. You do carry her mark, do you not? She sensed it and Hazel saw it on your hand."
He pointed, and Summer leaned over his shoulder. Jaune drew his hand under his chest to hide it, but there was little hiding what Watts had said. The glove prevented her seeing anything, but she was going to demand to see his hand after this. And you're doing that on purpose as well, Watts. Thanks for driving that wedge between us.
"I'm losing patience, Watts. Losing patience fast."
"Then I shall stop beating around the bush." He reached into his pocket, Summer and Jaune tensing, and brought out a black scroll. Placing it on the table, he pushed it to him. It was bigger than he was used to, bulky and blocky. "This is set up with a miniature single-way communications feed capable of forcing a signal out to the Grimmlands. It's essentially useless for anything else but will allow you to speak with my lady personally. And her to you."
Jaune hesitated to take it. While convenient and harmless enough, the gesture could easily be mistaken by Summer. Sighing, he reached out and drew it close but didn't pocket it. "And why would I want this exactly?"
"Answers. Information. Perhaps you would want to trace the signal and locate her, the better to launch an attack on her demesne. That is, if you don't already know exactly where that is." His eyes watched Jaune's. "You do, don't you? Or perhaps you've been there."
Jaune shrugged. "I've seen it from a distance."
"Curious. Our lady wishes to speak with you. Not now," he said, holding a hand up. "I dare say you'd not let your guard down with Tyrian and I here. At your convenience and, should you wish it, perhaps even with your lady friend in attendance. Salem did not say you must be alone."
That was fortunate, because there was no way he'd be getting Summer off his back after what had been said here. If he was lucky, he'd be able to convince her not to instantly run off and tell Glynda and later Ozpin. If he was very lucky indeed.
"That's all well and good but what's to stop us killing you right here and now?"
Summer nodded behind him, letting her hand fall to her weapon. They hadn't come to negotiate and a scroll with which to call Salem wasn't nearly as tempting as the idea of removing half her underlings in one blow.
"Aside from the good will we've earned in dealing with you fairly?"
"You kidnapped Pyrrha."
"Touché." Watts chuckled. "Though, in our defence, Tyrian held back against her family. Knowing it would only upset you, we even saw fit to spare her relatives when we took her." He watched as Jaune relaxed just a little. "Does that earn us some leeway?"
"A little," he admitted, "But not enough."
"Then how about if we hand our dear friend Lionheart over to you?" Watts offered magnanimously.
Leonardo's eyes widened. "WHAT!?"
"He is the one who killed Ozpin, not to mention he's been feeding us all sorts of interesting information about you all, even your children, my dear," he added to Summer. Ozpin was so eager to talk of a new silver-eyed-maiden. Did you know it was Leonardo himself who revealed to us your mission to Vacuo?
The ambush that nearly killed her. That did kill her the last time. Lionheart was responsible.
Summer was shaking badly.
"You can't!" Lionheart blustered. "We had a deal! We had a deal!"
"Yes, we did." Watts frowned. "And we fulfilled it to the letter." He rolled his eyes as Lionheart went pale and started to beg. "Oh, do stop with that. Our deal was to provide you power and influence so long as you served our interests."
"I did as you asked!"
"You did, and in turn, we did as you asked. Power, influence, money, you had it all." Watts waved his hand in the air. "We both fulfilled our sides of the bargain, so I'm not sure where this sudden expectation of loyalty comes from. That was never part of the deal, Leonardo. Ours was ever a business relationship, nothing more."
"You can't!"
"Can't I?" Watts smiled as Tyrian stepped behind Lionheart, holding him in place with a manic smile. "Tell me, if you purchased a burger from a fast food restaurant, would you then expect the person who served it to attend your wedding? Of course not. You have paid for something and they provide you what you paid for. That's how the world works. We gave you what you asked for, and you paid for us in kind. Now, that arrangement is over, and we are nothing more than strangers."
To them, he added, "And you can have him. Hold him responsible, punish him if you wish. With the testimony of Miss Nikos and her family, it won't be hard to uncover his little secrets."
"NO!" Lionheart roared, eyes wide and full of terror. "I did everything. I-I can be useful. I can-"
"Tyrian."
A hand latched onto Lionheart's head and slammed it down onto the table. Once, twice, three times did Tyrian smash the man's face down, until his body went limp and blood lay smeared across both his face and the woodwork. Lionheart, the once headmaster of Haven, slumped down, unconscious.
The sudden brutality of it had made Summer jump back, a horrified look on her face. Jaune, on the other hand, wasn't even surprised. They'd abandoned Lionheart the last time too, and why not? His use was only ever in his lofty position as headmaster. With that gone, he wasn't even a competent fighter.
"Let's not delay things any further. You're powerful, Ashari, but we're evenly matched here and the enclosed space favours Tyrian. That's to say nothing of what tricks and traps I might have up my sleeves."
"I have Raven."
"Yes, and that Semblance truly is an annoyance. Do be sure to warn her that we won't be ignoring her anymore. She has made herself quite the problem and we shall deal with her." He waved at the scroll on the table. "The only reason we haven't is because Salem respected her neutrality in leaving Ozpin's employ. Whatever you may believe, she is not an unreasonable lady."
I know that full well. She sent me back after all…
"Jaune," Summer whispered. "We can take them."
They might be able to. It was a good chance by any means, and he knew how Tyrian fought. The problem was Watts, who looked far too certain and had known they were coming. He had time to set this up, which meant he had time to set up contingencies as well. Watts wasn't a man who took risks, especially with his own safety.
Bombs on the train, hostages, Hazel in waiting or perhaps all three. This could turn against them very quickly, and it might only be Salem's plans preventing it from doing so. Meanwhile, they had Pyrrha and a prisoner – and now they had Lionheart as well. Between the four of them, the outcome of a fight wasn't even certain, and that was before any one of a hundred variables jumped in.
Jaune took the scroll. "I'll call her."
"Jaune!" Summer gasped.
"And we'll be taking Lionheart with us. Don't mistake my intention, we're not allies." He stood and moved over to Tyrian. "Given the first opportunity, I'll kill Salem. And if you ever go near my daughter again, nothing will save you."
"By all means." Watts smiled and watched Jaune take the downed man from Tyrian, who was still smiling eagerly. "If you ever need to reach me, you can leave a message with my lady and I shall retrieve it when I can. It's been a pleasure, Mr Ashari, Mrs Rose. I hope to deal with you again."
Summer scowled. "Don't count on it."
"Still taking our attempt to kill you personally? It was never that, my dear. It was only ever business."
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The second they were through the portal and into Raven's camp, Summer had her sword under Jaune's chin, tickling his throat. Raven was too surprised to do anything and stood there with an unconscious Lionheart in her hands, watching as Summer's silver eyes burned with unshed tears.
"Talk."
There we go.
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