Merendinoemiliano: Ask and you shall somewhat receive.

Ccl1995: I don't have that planned because of two reasons. Saxon's don't have reformed fighting styles, so each type is unique, purely out of preference. Hengist even states, "As soon as a fighting style is taught, it becomes outdated." Also the Saxons specialize in fighting against humans, and not Grimm. So that kind of class would be very controversial.

/*-*/

Yang blinked at Jaune, who shyly waved. Horsa nodded at her, "Yes, I brought him along today to send him off."

Yang cleared her throat, "What?"

Jaune explained, "I am going to the mountains to train with Horsa's master. I won't be with you guys today."

Horsa nodded, "You remembered everything I told you to pack?"

Jaune nodded, "I got it."

Horsa smiled, "Very well, lets get going."

Yang frowned, walking with them. Horsa explained, "Once you get on the ship, You will have to find the mountain Svearjeskia. The trick will be finding someone who fluently speaks your language, and trusts you."

Jaune blinked, walking along side Horsa, "So, it's impossible. I couldn't gain your trust for the first few months I met you."

Horsa shook his head, "You'll do fine, so long as you don't provoke anyone or brand yourself an enemy. Do you think you can do that?" Horsa mocked.

Yang felt herself getting angrier and angrier. She finally asked, "Why did you schedule our date on the same day?"

Horsa turned around, "Efficiency." He then resumed walking forward.

Yang had to stop for a moment, before catching up, "What do you mean?"

Horsa shrugged as he kept walking, "I didn't want to go into town twice. This way, I only have to deal with your guards once."

Yang growled, but didn't really have a response to that. Yes it took away from the intimacy of the moment, but Dougal did say that Saxon's didn't date. She just had to deal with what was probably going to be a very awkward day.

They continued walking while Yang tried to think of how to explain what Horsa did wrong. Yang almost had an explanation planned out, when Jaune cried, "There's the ship."

Yang looked up, expecting to see a Yacht or ferry. Instead, she saw a long ship, manned by eight people. It was made of wood, and rope. She voiced her thoughts, "That doesn't look very safe."

Horsa looked over his shoulder with a smile, "What? You don't like risks?"

Even Jaune looked a little wary, "Don't you have metal ships? Like big, metal ships?"

Horsa snorted, "This will transport you fine. We only use metal in warships. I don't think you will need to fight any time soon."

Jaune inched his way towards the boat. The security seemed to have their eyes glued to the ship at the dock, or rather, its passengers.

Jaune finally climbed into the boat, and blinked in surprise when it held together, "Hey this isn't so bad."

Horsa laughed, "We traveled the world with these ships, the Snekkja. This will hold together fine. You will arrive alive." Horsa then turned to the crew, smiled and spoke in their language. They nodded, flashing grins.

Jaune looked at Horsa nervously, "What did you tell them to do?"

Horsa laughed, " I told them that you can help row for the journey. It's good for you, and it will earn respect."

The Saxons eyed Jaune with malicious eyes. They were going to mess with him just to prove a point.

As if Horsa heard her thoughts, he told Jaune, "If they push you around, and you don't like it, fight them. Then you'll earn their respect."

Jaune nodded slowly, and the oarsmen rolled the ship out of the harbor.

Horsa then opened the letter, breaking a strange wax seal. His face became troubled. Yang approached him, "Uh, is everything ok?"

Horsa nodded, "I am upset by the fact that I have been summoned by the warrior Heinwold. It seems we shall be eating at the fool's Mistral food place again."

"Wow, I don't even get a say in where we are going to eat? You're a real Romeo you know?" Yang muttered sarcastically.

Horsa began walking, stating, "I am not Romeo-"

Yang shook her head, "It's just an expres-"

Horsa interrupted, "I know. I know the story of the merchant called Romeo, who follow his cock to the grave, all for a girl he barely knew. I will not allow a woman to be my down fall."

Yang glanced at him. It made sense, in a morbid way. He really didn't owe her anything. At the same time, it wasn't fair to Yang that she would be the only one working for this relationship.

Horsa stopped, and sniffed. He slowly turned to her, in a sorry stance, "We don't have to eat there I suppose. But I do need to stop by there."

Yang breathed in barely finding the will to ask, "Why?"

Horsa explained, "He summoned me, with a seal and everything. That mean's he isn't simply looking to, how do you say it, 'catch the past' or something."

Yang barely heard him, but what she did hear actually was a little intriguing, "You think he has something important to say?"

Horsa nodded as they turned the corner, with Lu's Stews in sight. Horsa approached the entrance, with the owner, Mr. Gusten, letting out a cry of anger, "Oh, no, you won't be getting free food today."

Yang raised her hands, "Relax-"

Horsa but in, "I am not here for your food, but I will take the table we had last."

Lu Gusten blinked, "So you want to take a reserved table, but you don't want to pay to eat."

Horsa reached into the envelope, and pulled out the letter, looking closely before nodding. Horsa then flipped the paper around, and shoved it into Gusten's face.

Gusten snarled, before opening the letter, "What kinda chicken scratch is this?"

It was Horsa's turn to growl and snarl, "It's Saxon. Look at the corner."

Gusten's eyes went straight to the corner, as though to avoid reading. Gusten's eyes blinked, a low gurgling sound was made as the color drained from his face, "Right this way."

Yang leaned in to ask Horsa, "What did you show him."

"Our host, Heinwold the Fierce, sent me a letter to be here today. He also put a strange crest at the bottom of the page, and told me to show it to anyone who troubled me." Horsa stated, nodding with a smug look of authority.

Yang sighed. So the mobster was going to ruin this date as well. Maybe this just wasn't meant to be.

Gusten showed them to their table, comically large for the party at hand. Horsa ordered a beer and Yang ordered a soda. The two sat, drinking, in silence.

Horsa looked at her occasionally, before returning to his glass. His face held a mixture of guilt and regret, but Horsa didn't admit any fault vocally.

Yang was both sad and bored. She wondered what the rest of her team was doing.

/*-*/

Ruby ducked as Wiess raised her voice and a fist, "Do you know why I hate the white fang?"

Blake growled, "Why? Because your daddy told you to?"

Ruby cried out, "STOP FIGHTING!" Unfortunately, her voice wasn't nearly as intimidating or commanding as the Saxons, so her shrill command went unnoticed.

Wiess shouted, "Because they're a bunch of liars, murders, and thieves!"

Blake shouted in response, "Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!"

She stormed out of the room, bumping into Wortikur who looked back and forth before following behind her.

Ruby hated this, unsure of how "The History of Mantle" turned into a class about the white fang.

Wiess was still fuming, turning to her partner, "The nerve of that girl!"

/*-*/

Yang tapped her finger. They had been waiting ten minutes, and ordered a lovely appetizer: fried dumplings with a sweat curry sauce.

Horsa was not as happy, and Yang could tell. He looked at the meager plate of eight dumplings that were the size of his big toe. "This is food?"

Yang nodded, "It's an appetizer."

Horsa cocked his head, and Yang got ready to explain. Then she had the sudden realization that appetizers don't sound appealing once you try explain them.

Yang started, "It's…um…something to feed you until your meal arrives, but it also makes you hungrier?" That wasn't the best explanation, but it would hopefully work.

Horsa recoiled his face, "I don't like that. I will ask Dougal about it."

Finally something to talk about! "So how did you meet him anyway?"

Horsa blinked, "Dougal?"

Yang nodded.

Horsa reclined back into his chair, "Well, the story goes that he was a young missionary within the kingdom of New Saxony. He was very Christian, and very zealous. So, before he had the approval of the Grand Pastor, Dougal went to the Godhi of our pagan faith, in our sacred forest, and challenged him to a debate."

"Why do I not like where this is going?" Yang muttered.

Horsa shrugged, "Dougal and the Godhi debated and argued, both attempting to convert the other. It was surprisingly informative, and Dougal did sway several to the Christian faith. This stirred up anger, and a pagan zealot grew so angry that he attacked Dougal while he was baptizing the new converts. The two brawled, and the issue grew so great that he was brought before my father."

Yang leaned in, "Is you father really important?"

Horsa nodded, "Somewhat. Anyway, Dougal and the zealot were brought before my father, and He solved the issue in a very compelling manner. He sent them both on the invasion, and proclaimed that they would need to protect each other, and if either died, the other would be killed as well."

Yang blinked, "So what happened?"

Horsa smiled, "Well, neither has died yet."

Yang blinked, "How can y-" Then it hit her. A pagan Zealot, both being bound together. "Noryc?"

Horsa nodded.

Yang shook her head in disbelief, "And now they're best friends."

Horsa leaned in, chuckling, "As we Saxons say, 'Fate is funny with its tricks.'"

"Indeed it is." A familiar Saxon voice spoke as Heinwold appeared behind them.

Horsa turned back, ignoring Yang's discomfort at the sight of the large Saxon warrior.

"Wes Thu Hal Broden." Heinwold stated, bowing his head.

Horsa bowed his head, " Wes Thu Hal. Why have you summoned us?"

Heinwold glanced at Yang, "I summoned you, I have not summoned her."

Great, Yang felt even more like a third wheel. This honestly wasn't worth the trouble. She stood up, "I'll wait-"

Horsa starred down Heinwold, "She is my trusted ally, and sister of my debtor. We will share in bounty and burden."

Heinwold paused, before bowing his head, muttering something in Saxon.

Horsa growled, "Come now, today was my date with her. I trust you did not call me here to waste time."

Heinwold shifted uncomfortably before sitting down, "I Serve Jezepi Vicini, who commands the city from the shadows. I am his right fist, and everything that is spoken in darkness is heard by me."

Yang looked at Horsa, "Is he wasting time?"

Horsa shook his head, "I will explain latter."

Heinwold continued, "A loyal rat approached me with information he had heard first hand. That a shipment of dust is to arrive at the port one week from now. It will be attacked, and stolen at the night of its arrival."

Horsa blinked, "Why does this concern me?"

Heinwold stated, "You are Horsa the White Horse, the one who let Operation Shattered Tooth, am I correct?"

Horsa shook his head, "No, Gewis organized it, and Aethelwald laid out the strategy. I simply enforced it."

Heinwold replied with, "You crushed the rebels, and ensured that they would never again threaten Saxon ground."

Horsa smiled, "I suppose so."

Heinwold stated, "The White-Fang shall lead the attack. They intend to steal the dust for their cowardly raids."

Horsa blinked, "Do you believe they would dare attack us again?"

Heinwold shook his head skeptically, "It would be suicide, but I wouldn't regard them smart enough to remove the possibility."

Horsa stood up, drawing the attention of a lot of head, "Then I will answer with force."

Yang was simply trying to figure out what was happening. What was Operation Shattered Tooth? Was Horsa really that important? What did Yang get herself into?

That last one Yang dismissed. She couldn't help but smile. This was getting exciting, finally some action. But Yang was not blind, and she noticed the snarl on Horsa's face as they left the restaurant.

/*-*/

Wortikur barked at the Monkey Faunus, "You Filthy Animal, Why I shouldn't I slit you throat right now?" His grip on the tail growing tighter.

Blake stepped forward and tried to yank his arm away from the Faunus.

The crew of the ship who had been upset about the stowaway began to look slightly concerned, and a crowd was starting to gather.

Wortikur snarled, drawing his Seax and pressing it to the throat of the Faunus.

The crew stepped forward, "H-Hey."

Wortikur glared up at them, hoping to keep his emotions masked. If this was going to work, he needed them to believe he was blood thirsty.

The left crewman spoke calmly, with his hands up in a non-threatening manner, "look, he was just….a little sneaky ok. No need to kill him."

Wortikur mustered another growl, "He's a thief, and deserves to die. He stole a ticket."

The right crewman shook his head quickly, "No-no, he just… used the economy tickets. He needed to save money. We were just…acting." Perfect.

The crowd had gotten so large that the crew needed to avoid making a scene.

Wortikur lifted himself off of the Monkey Faunus, and the crowd dispersed. The crew began to walk away, trying to avoid association with any violence that might come from the mad Saxon in the area.

When they were gone, Wortikur lifted himself up, "I am glad that worked."

The monkey whipped sweat from his eyebrow, "Wow, you really had me fooled."

Wortikur nodded, "I know these people. They never want death, even when it's deserved. I just needed to make them believe I would kill you to get you pardoned."

The Faunus got up, "Well, I guess I could take you to tea, as thanks."

Blake looked at Wortikur, "You had me fooled as well."

The Saxon laughed, "I am really good at acting, I had practice."

The Monkey Faunus held out a hand, "I am Sun, Sun Wukong."

"Wortikur, Servant of Horsa." Wortikur replied as he began to walk along side the two faunus companions.

Sun smiled, putting his arms behind his head, " Thanks for the help, We Faunus got to stick together."

Wortikur frowned, "I am no Faunus."

Sun blinked, "Could have fooled me, with the wolf ears an-"

Wortikur felt his anger and regret bubbling up, " I am no Faunus."

Sun stepped towards Blake, "Uh, ok man, what are you then?"

Wortikur took a breath, calming himself, "I am a Saxon."

Sun blinked, "Um, Okay man, if you say so."

Wortikur growled, "Lets just go get our tea."

/*-*/

Horsa knew Yang was nervous. He could smell her fear, or rather the scent that humans gave off when they were afraid. She avoided the servers' line of sight.

Horsa had enough, "What is wrong with you?"

"Did you have to bring me here?" Yang stated.

Horsa blinked, he probably could have left her at the restaurant, "I suppose this place is indecent for both our cultures?"

The building was known as a 'club'. Apparently, this was like a great hall, only with more dancing and flashing lights.

"No, I mean, yes, but that's not the issue." Yang proclaimed, embarrassed.

Horsa shrugged, "What do you mean?"

Yang placed her face in her fingers, avoiding one of the girl's in a silver dress, "I guess I never told you I am banned from here?"

Horsa blinked, he had never that word before, "Banned?"

Yang sighed, "Forbidden I guess. Banished. I can't come here."

Horsa snorted, "Nonsense, You are a companion of the White Horse. You can go anywhere with me."

Yang seemed to cheer up, before her face ushered in a horrid frown. The server approached, with a white shirt under a red vest, "Hello, I am Jun-…NO!" He shouted, pointing at Yang. Horsa felt a defensive wave work it's way into his heart.

He had to let it go, "I'll have your finest bottle of wine."

Junior appeared to be deaf, before accusing Horsa of the same, "Can you hear? I want her gone now!" He pointed his finger in Horsa's face. Horsa felt his body begin to move on its own, only giving him time to register the stupidity of this bartender.

Horsa's left hand grabbed Junior's arm, pulling him forward against the counter. Horsa's left hand grabbed Junior by the back of the head, before slamming him nose first into a decorative glass of thin wood strips before releasing the arm and head to grab the Keeper's vest, "Perhaps I was not clear, what is the name of your finest bottle of wine?"

Junior answered, "It's a 30-year-old Atlesian style red." His sluggish, tired voice was actually pretty loud. Then Horsa registered that the music had stopped, and everyone was starring.

Yang pulled Horsa in, "Why did you hit him? I could have left, and we would have gotten everything we needed. Now we are both banned."

Horsa's voice spoke before he could even think, "I would rather be banned with you than anywhere with someone else."

Yang blinked, surprised, and backed away, slightly miscolored with a bit of red, "Well that's sweet, but good luck getting anything out of him now."

Horsa turned back to Junior, "I'll take my wine." He slammed one of his Marks on the table, before turning around, "Go on, return to your ignorance, enjoy it. Dance! Damn you!"

The people returned slowly to facing each other and the musician began to spin the plates once again.

Junior returned with a green bottle filled with liquid, and handed it to Horsa, "Now get out of my club."

Horsa didn't like his tone, "Perhaps I need to make you-"

Yang butted in, "Horsa, no. Let's just go."

Horsa wanted to argue with her, but he saw her face. She wasn't scared or sad. He could tell she was happy by her scent. He had turned this date around.

Horsa turned back to Junior, "I need information."

Junior growled, "Forget it."

Horsa sprang up, ready to smash his face in. but Yang grabbed his arm, "Let's go. You messed it up, but that's ok. We'll do fine on our own, but let's end on a high note."

Horsa shrunk down, and she led him out of the club. They began to walk back in Silence. How Horsa did for this date thing, he had no idea. Best to ask, "Did I mess this up?"

Yang turned around, under the street light, "Well, I was sidelined for your apprentice, not given a choice in where I wanted to eat, then sent to a bar that I would get kicked out of almost instantly. That being said, you didn't do too badly. And uh…' she scratched behind her ear, "It was nice, being stood up for."

Horsa blinked, not really sure what that meant.

Yang sighed at his apparent ignorance, "I was always standing up for Ruby. And Dad…well he never really payed much attention to me because my little sister needed care. My mom was never there for me period, so I never really had back up. It was…nice, so thanks for that."

Horsa nodded, "I am glad you enjoyed it."

"Not a bad response either." Yang winked.

/*-*?

Blake starred at Sun while Wortikur drank his third glass of tea. Sun was explaining how he got caught, "So the box creaked open and I sprang out into those two guys. Then I met you."

Wiess's words were still ringing in her head. Lairs, Murders, Thieves. The white fang did steal. A few people were killed at their rallies. And She was proof that they were liars.

"Hello, Remnant to Blake." Sun stated.

Blake looked at Sun, "What do you think of the White Fang?" Wortikur's tense nature did not go unnoticed by Blake.

Sun spoke as though he was stating the obvious, " What, a bunch of misguided Faunus who are trying to do what is right."

Wortikur snorted, barring fangs to prove his anger.

Blake calmly looked at him , "What about you?"

WOrtikur snorted, "They all belong on pikes. They're cowards and liars!"

Blake would have been angry, but Wortikur's voice betrayed his emotions. He wasn't haughty, he was hurt, angry, and sad. There was something in Wortikur destroying him, "What happened to you?"

Wortikur clawed his cheeks, "Operation Shattered Tooth happened."

/*-*/

So, I apologize for the delay folks, stuff came up last week.

Here is the chapter, filled with characters, and…story…and stuff.

Tell me what you think.