Jaune Wick
A RWBY crossover John Wick fanfic story
By Donovan Ray Castillo
Chapter 13
Jaune's vision played games with his mind flushing, in and out from being clear to blurry. He was wondering why Yang had halted in her misguided beat down, not that he was complaining. Upon shaking his head and blinking several times to piece together his view he couldn't help but groan.
Several of Junior's men surrounded them, weapons drawn and looking ready to kill.
The goon twirled his hatchet in his hands with his boys either cracking their knuckles or showing off intimidation, "Gotta give ya some credit though, you helped handle the biggest variable here…" his gaze pointed at Jaune, "So that just mean more fun witcha." the henchman chuckled.
As Yang and the guy were exchanging a few words Jaune took a head count of the surrounding men.
Yang scoffed, "Killing two unarmed people with guns doesn't seem very entertaining." she kept the conversation going.
The goon shrugged, "Maybe not, but the credit, it's the credit that will get us noticed…" he looked across the two blondes at the other squad to the right and nodded.
The gunner noded stepping up closer, pointing the live barrel up. The same with the second gunner in front of the blondes.
Yang clenched her teeth and fists whipping her head back and forth between both gunmen. Bumblebee rested only a few yards away with her shotgun, "Awww what's the matter? Daddy not show you enough love as a child?" Yang provoked the gang leader.
He snarled at her stupid humerouse remark.
Jaune was not dense to stalling for time, during the conversation his hand wormed to his ankle. Taking hold of an objective under his ripping pants. Like lightning Jaune positioned a knee aiming at the men closest to him in front of him and popping the tomy gunner in the head before turning to the guys further to his left and puncturing three holes in the guy wielding the drum gun.
"Kill them!" the leader shouted.
The goons rushed at the assassins with their weapons eager for blood.
Yang growled closing the gap between her and the first goon.
The black and red suited criminal spun left swing hoping to take the blonde off guard.
Yang caught the hatchet armed hand by the wrist and pulled him in using his own arm as a shield for the red sword coming down on her.
The red blade of his own comrade flashed through his arm, "WAAAAGH! HAGH! HAGH! WAAAHAHAGHAAA!" he cried in horror as red bio fluid sprayed Yang and the other goon.
Yang pulled the axe from the freshly cut appendage before grasping the goon with the sword by the tie and head butting the guy in the nose.
Jaune was slower to react, but grunted in the presence of the slight sharpness in pain pretty much everywhere. Raising his gun he fired a round of lead into the shoulder of a guy coming two o'clock of him before turning to the two guys in front of him. Jaune fired a round only for the first guy to duck, allowing his friend to take the bullet in the chest.
The suited criminal stood back up now feet from the blonde and took a swing at him.
Jaune blocked with his forearm which happened to be the arm holding the gun now aimed at the goons head. But when Jaune pulled the trigger, instead of getting an ear ringing BANG! He gout a dull-
*click!*
The glock of the pistol shifted back and stayed back signaling its emptiness.
Jaune and the goon spent a second looking at the gun then each other.
Junior's thug growled as his hand wrapped around his target's neck which Jaune had returned with an animal like hollering from himself.
Yang swung the hatchet into the neck of the one armed henchman and snuffed out his screams. Leaving the weapon dug in flesh she turned to her bike a few feet away. Her shotgun rested against the wheel while two other armed men charged at her, one being the leader.
Yang went for her weapon and would have had it if not for the body crashing into her sending the two rolling. But Yang was able to stop them keeping the top position.
The leader below pulled on the dangling blonde strands.
Yang gasped and her eyes widened at the action. By the next blink her lilac orbs flashed crimson, her muscles ran on instinct and slugged across his face making the hand let go of her precious lockes, but the mere action couldn't go unresolved by one punch. Yang channeled more juice into her punches, blood and spit paving the ground, and a few teeth probably cracked.
The other goon was quick to rush over and assist his leader.
Yang looked over at the sound of someone rushing over and rearing a katana back for a swing. Leaning back she caught the swing by his wrist and twisting it the other way to earn a scream. Next her elbow came crashing down on the arm and bending the joint in the opposite direction.
"GAAAAAAGH!" the goon screamed out the cracking of his arm.
Yang punched him square in the jaw to shut him up. Standing from her previous engagement she squared up with the broken armed man.
He threw a lousy punch.
Yang stepped back and jabbed him in the face before shooting an excruciating power punch shattering his jaw and teeth. The feeling of bones cracking under her knuckles was satisfying to make her smirk.
The henchman stumbled back gurgling and groaning, holding his jaw in pieces. Before he could fully straighten himself up-
*BAAAM!*
A part of his body and suit exploded into fleshy chunks and gushes of blood.
Yang stood with her shotgun in hand, the name 'Ember Celia' edged in on the barrel. She turned to witness the groups leader and his final moments of life. However he had already stood to his feet and closed the distance she had to her advantage.
The henchman grasped at the gun and redirected its mouth toward the gas pumps.
Jaune worked to keep the dominance he had on his opponent with the nasty volts of pain fighting against him. However his body had him pretty much belly up this whole fight.
The henchman of Junior that took the shot to the shoulder earlier rose, grimacing at his wound before switching grips on his blade and charging into the fight.
Jaune's face was pushed against the gloved hand of his attacker which forced his gaze left, but for good reasons perhaps because he saw an incoming attack from the goon he had shot earlier was now coming right at him, katana held high.
Jaune grunted putting up resistance against the goon with a hold on him. As soon as the guy charging got close to where he could see himself in the reflection of those blood red shades. Letting up on pushing against the goon Jaune was shoved back.
The charging goon's facial reaction was timed right, but his reflexes were not so sharp, as he failed to abort his attack causing his sword to butcher the arm of his fellow man with a clean cut.
"WAAAAGH! AAAARGH! OH GOD!" he wailed a scream of shock and modified horror as blood sprayed over his ally who butchered his arm and the blonde who he was sent to kill.
Jaune closed his mouth and wiped his face from the sprinkles of blood. Getting tired of the screaming that only added fuel to his throbbing headache, Jaune removed one of his ammo clips from his hip and shoved it into his gaping mouth.
The verbal announcement of the henchman's dismemberment was muffled as his teeth clacked on an ammo clip. He would have removed the foreign object, but he didn't dare think to remove his hand that was soaked in blood trying to keep as much from leaving as possible.
Jaune then looked over at the other henchman and whacked the butt of his gun against his head to buy him some time. Despite the removal of the henchman's arm, he still felt the grip around his wrist. Raising his arm he raised his arm to see the lonesome arm hanging off him. Out of pure disgust and the fact that he was lacking weapons. Jaune used his free hand to remove the arm before proceeding to whack the henchman to his left in his head.
The henchman was overcome with nausea as he was bluntly beaten with the limb and covered in more blood. Tired of the abhorrence of punishment, he slapped the limb from the assassin's grip and shot his sword forward with a raged grunt.
Jaune's muscles ached, weighing Jaune's movements as he dodged the blade that was lucky to get a sip of blood from his flesh. The blonde winced as a new cut made itself at home on his chest. Grabbing the armed wrist Jaune raised his combatants arm, spinning under the arm and twisting his shoulder joint.
The goon let a groan of pain slip between his teeth,as he was forced to bend over inorder to compliment his twisting shoulder.
As Jaune spun under the arm he followed up the move by slamming the hollow butt end of his pistol into the mouth of the one armed henchman with a pistol clip in between his teeth.
The goons jaw slacked and his head whipped back. The blonde killer slammed his gun into his teeth. Taking the clip out and leaving his teeth in pieces. The amount of pain in the goon was so dense he couldn't even elicit a scream to announce it.
As the clip locked perfectly into place Jaune kicked the red katana from the wrist of the goon he still had a hold of before hooking his foot with the criminals and flipping him on his back. Groaning wincing in strain as he executed the move.
"Dauugh!" the henchman groaned as the air was forced from his lungs on landing.
Jaune pulled back the glock before pointing it at the goon that was now looking up at him with a terrified expression. It seemed like he was about to make a plea until the blonde unloaded a round, lodging itself in his brain. Jaune then turned to the last standing henchman with an itchy trigger finger, but he refrained from killing him.
The henchman rendering process was off the rails. His brain was signaling pain, yet the feeling of his nerves were numb. It didn't make sense, the world around him was a haze and he dropped to his knees with his hand gripped over his sliced arm, and his shattered teeth hanging open.
Jaune lowered his eyes at the goon into a venomous glare, he could hear Yang winning against her fight, but he didn't even spare a glance. Keeping his focus on the club owners henchman now kneeling in his own blood. He limped over holding his gun which now had his blood dripping down its texture as his other hand was planted to the re-opened cut on his abdomen.
The goon's red shades fell from his bloody mangled face. Two black dress shoes entered his downward gaze. Hastily he raised his eyes up to meet what he would have described as the hollow stare of death.
"Can you give a message to Junior?" Jaune's voice was raspy, like he hadn't had a drink for days.
The fashionable criminal opened his trembling jaw to only spill saliva, blood, and fragments of teeth, "Aauuudaghrrug…" he croaked intangible words.
"Didn't think so." Jaune raised his gun.
*BANG!*
The goon fell to the side dead in a slow forming puddle of blood.
Jaune turned back to the goon he killed a few seconds ago with his gun raised held sideways. Seeing he was dead he lowered the gun ever so slightly.
"Burn in *gaaaaaasp!* hell." a weak voice damned.
Jaune grunted spinning around to see the henchman he had shot in the chest was now holding the tommy gun of the gunner's corpse with one hand while clutching his shot wound with the other.
Yang growled and snarled as she fought for hold over her signature weapon, "Let go!" she fummed.
The henchmen leader drove a knee into her ribs, when nothing happened he did it again, only harder and with more anger behind it.
Yang buckled under the strikes, but her temper flared brighter, almost as if her hair was glowing with rage with rage and her eyes sparkled red like lasers. Yang's rage however initiated her to pull the trigger on the Ember Celia, sending a loud explosive round.
The magnesium blast cackled as it rocketed through the air for a brief moment only to strike one of the gas pumps. The gas pump exploded and activated a chain reaction with its neighboring pumps.
*BOOOOM!*
*BOOOOM!*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The final explosion was fully charged and sent everyone flying back.
Yang and the goon leader were shoved back by the hands of the blast, complementary to Jaune and the gunner being slammed into the black SUV.
Jaune arched his aching back, "Drrvvvth!" Jaune clenched his eyes shut as he muffled his wail. Once he adjusted to the pain he opened his eyes to see him surrounded by flaming debris with a structure of flame that was once a gas station.
"Ga! Grugh!".
Jaune's heavy head turned right to the sound of groaning.
The henchman laid against the vehicle almost shoulder to shoulder with Jaune. His main focus was protruding from his thigh in the form of a metal shard.
*SHLURK!*
"DAAAGHA! FUCK!" he swore pulling the shard out in one go. His breathing was uncoordinated, but it soon calmed.
Jaune looked around for his pistol, but was left clueless.
The goon however had no problem in spotting the drum gun a few paces from him awaiting a wielder. He leaned forward, "Eh!" he groaned falling back. His leg oozed more dark crimson liquid. Taking a deep breath and holding it, the goon pushed forward straining like he was chained to hundreds of pounds. The cut in his leg was seething in anger from the movement until he was crawling to the weapon.
Suddenly a hand grabbed at the henchman's ankle.
The henchman leader groaned as he balled his hand into a fist. Pushing his face up from the gravely pavement. His sunglasses falling to pieces from his face. The sudden sound of heavy footsteps behind him caused a sudden panic to flush his mind of grogginess. He began an effort to turn over, but a muscular arm hooked tightly around his jugular. A knee dug into his spine causing the leader's back to form an 'L' shape.
Yang snarled as she pulled his head back against her chest. A cut on her forehead drizzled with blood, "You don't DARE touch my hair." Yang mentally flickered a smirk for the rhyme she accidentally made. Yang flexed her arm to tighten the choke hold even more.
The henchman leader clawed at the stone stiff arm, throwing a few weakening punches that were like throwing paper balls at a brick wall. His croaking grunts drooled saliva onto his chin as he failed to draw air.
"Am I gonna get an apology?" Yang asked not letting up on his throat for a clear answer.
"Fuf du bith!" he choked and gargled.
Yang's face wrinkled barbarically as she swiftly twisted the man's head which earned a sickening snap from his neck. She let the body slump to the ground like it was a rag doll, "You don't need to be sorry. The big man will be though." she stated, thinking about the club owner before stepping over the body and retrieving her weapon.
Jaune and the henchman scurried quickly over each other to get to the key to ending the fight, but when the gun was only getting knocked further away they focused more on each other.
The henchman grunted as he pushed the beaten assassin off him and flipped onto him with his katana held high over his head.
Jaune whipped right avoiding a stab, then left to avoid another, but this time Jaune grabbed at his wrist and pushed at the criminals face. Jaune turned the tables as he pushed the goon off him, throwing a leg over that way he was now over the henchman. The blonde then fought to obtain his own grip on the sword before slowly turning it towards the resisting criminal below.
The blade trembled with opposing energy from both men fighting for the kill. Both grunting and spitting as both were fatigued yet adrenaline pumped.
Jaune used his other hand to push up on the man's jaw to expose his veiny neck, his thumb pressed over the criminals fast beating pulse. Using his body weight proved futile as the goon used his other arm to support the crimson blade up. Jaune removed his hand from his neck to chop the elbow joint and drop the blade down a few inches to nick the skin of the henchman's neck.
"DAH!" Junior's man cried in fear at the feeling of steel biting into his skin. His breathing became more ragged as his fear of impending death seemed to draw closer.
With an animalistic growl Jaune brought down a final strike onto the man's arm and the blade was finally sheathed in a bed of warm flesh.
Jaune laid atop the corpse panting heavily a few seconds before rolling off him. Once again, pain began flirting with his cuts, muscles, and bones. His face probably had the worst of tonight's events, though he prayed he looked better than he felt.
Yang looked across to the other side of the gas station where Jaune laid exhausted. Vulnerable. And with his guard down. Her blood began to boil once again as memories of the photo upwelled into her mind.
*CHI! CHI!*
She cocked Ember Celia, spitting out an old shell to make room for the next shot which she intended on making the last one for tonight.
Just as Yang began a course for her next kill several more vans pulled into the street along the gas station where she was. More pulled in just ahead where Jaune was.
The first van instantly screeched to a halt with the others following in suit. The doors shot, pouring out more armed men of Junior's.
"That's her!" one of them called out.
Most of them drew fire arms and began shooting at her.
"Shit!" Yang rolled forward dodging the hailstorm of bullets now striking against the hull of her cover. The window frame of the SUV shattered above her, raining shards upon her.
Just as Jaune was finally making his way to his feet to find a proper place to rest up he heard several tires burning. He looked over to see several more of Junior's men stepping out from the row of newly arrived SUV's.
Jaune grunted, throwing himself into a duck and cover back behind the SUV now shielding him from the oncoming rain of death pellets.
One of the goons held a ceasefire command before gesturing with his head to move forward. Like ants the dozen of men moved forward with either guns or melee weapons.
Jaune didn't get a good headcount of all the henchmen, and neither did he have a gun or any weapon on him. He didn't have time to scavenge for one, nor did he have the energy, and the tommy gun was kicked into the open. If he engaged… he would likely die.
That didn't sound half bad.
Yang clutched hard to the grips of her shotgun as her mind raced with thoughts. There was no way in hell this was where she was dying. Unfortunately she left her best punches in her bike,s compartment that was left out in the open. She could hear the sound of rushing boots approaching, she had to do something.
The henchman rounded the hood and the trunk of the SUV with weapons raised only to find no one but their fellow comrades. They looked at each other in confusion before finally deciding to inspect the vehicle.
The first guy to round the hood scanned over the frame of the shattered window before trying to get a better in depth view of the dark interior. His pistol was first to puncture the light absent vehicle.
Suddenly a hand grasped his wrist and pulled him against the car with enough force to knock his glasses off. Next the door was kicked open by a brown leather combat boot.
This action had the attention of many red shades darting towards the ajar car door with an angry looking busty blonde beauty standing gun raised.
Yang began incinerating the group in just a few ember blasts. As the screams of Ember Celia's victims alerted the other henchman to engage, Yang pursued to the trunk just in time to see a pistol poking out.
As the wielder rounded the corner his wrist was grabbed by the blonde and flicked upward earning a grimacing crack, "GAAGH!" he screamed releasing his hold on the pistol. His wailing was cut off by a sharp jab to his throat from the barrel of the brawlers shotgun.
Yang kneed the man in the stomach before pulling him forward and slamming his head into the door frame of the car. Holding him there the blonde slammed the door onto his head enlisting a cry of pain. Using her body weight to hold the door in place as she retrieved a few shells in hand and began loading her fiery friend. Seizing her loading she aimed the shot gun toward the hood for two of Junior's men to come running around, but falling bead headless.
The guy being held down by the car door grunted and growled in struggle.
Once Yang finished her loading she opened the door and brutally slammed it hard on the man's brain stem and broke his neck.
The blonde began to slowly duck behind the vehicle, inching toward the hood when suddenly a goon slid across the hood. The barrel of her gun kicked away from its intended target.
The criminal slashed at the brawler with his hatchet missing by a hair.
Yang blocked several more followed up strikes before getting a hold of the wrist and pumping her fist into his stomach. But the trained boxer wasn't finished as she used the butt of her weapon to upper cut the criminals face in.
The henchman's brain hazed to a blur as his nose was like a broken dam now letting blood flood out at will.
Yang grabbed the goon by the neck before charging out into the open. Immediately gun fire honed in on her like a swarm of hornets. Only her human shield was forced to take all the stings, and in a matter of seconds was dead.
Yang reached her cycle and popped open the seat compartment. Her hand came out with- "Agh!".
One of the bullets grazed her leg.
Her hand came out with a yellow and black orb no bigger than a tennis ball with a flat silver top. These were something Ruby had made for her, her sister had a knack for gadgets and thought these complimented the blondes blazing style. She pressed down on the silver button causing the black stripes to pulse red and increase in frequency.
With a growl she tossed the orb at the henchen surrounded SUV.
"What the hell is-!?".
*BOOOOOM!*
The SUV skyrocketed in a tree a flames. The surrounding men forced to given to the inferno embrace of death.
Yang wasted no time in starting Bumblebee and revving for speed.
The men approached the front of the hole speckled SUV. The only source of light for them being the flaming building and rubble around them.
However that soon wasn't the case when the brights of the SUV illuminated to life, blinding the men if not for their shades. The engine of the vehicle growled like a beast before charging forward.
Jaune dropped out from the driver's seat and landed on his side wincing.
Most of the men dived out of the unmanned vehicles trajectory, unfortunately a few weren't so good at adverting themselves, but were great at being speed bumps. The grill of the SUV became very familiar with the grill of another SUV as it drove over the sidewalk, onto the street and smashed its blood covered grill against the other.
The surviving men looked from the wrecked SUV to the blonde assassin who was having to pick himself up, but even when on his feet he was hunched over and desperately clutching to keep the life in his body.
A certain smell raised in the tarnishing its state of necessity for human use.
Jaune raised a torched piece of rubble in his hand, though the stare he was giving alone could have been enough to accomplish his task. He dropped the hungry flame into a puddle near his foot, and the toddler fire grew up traveling along the path of the SUV still driving itself into the vehicle it collabed with.
The henchman transportation went up in flames, the hundred pound flaming hunk of metal landed atop the other SUV and blew that one up.
Any survivors of the slicing shrapnel and grasps of flames were swiftly taken out by the angel of death himself.
The henchman down the street meant to deal with Wick who weren't with the others when the explosions went off watched in astonishment and horror as their comrades' screams drilled into their minds from burning to death in front of them.
When the screams stopped and were accompanied by the crackling flames the henchman tensed. Those with tommy guns and pistols raised their barrels with a vice grip and sensitive trigger finger itching at the trigger for even the slightest human-like movement. Others kept their swords/hatchets close like a scared child clutching at their teddy bear for comfort.
"We should just get the hell out of here." a voice shakened by fear suggested.
"Shut the fuck up Mark we're staying!" though he himself was using the purpose of their objective to shadow his fear.
Weather they stayed or retreated, both roads led to the same dead end. Either die at the hands of the Мрачный, or from Junior when they come back with only the blood of their fellow men on their suits.
The silence only thrived longer.
"Maybe he's dea- GLUH!" his neck gurgled with his blood as a peice of hot led zipped from the flamed vehicles across them.
Not a second later was the air echoing with gunshots as lead was aimlessly delivered to the smoldering SUVs with just the hand of faith to play the cards. Their gun fire was stopped once again and the shells below followed order.
From the shadows concealed from the flames a figure shot out into the illuminated with a raised pistol belonging to one of Junior's goons.
Jaune started with the goons wielding long ranged weapons in order to leave more of the close combat ones for cover. Taking out four gun equipped men before having to stop and deal with a hatchet being swung at him. Quickly rearing back to feel the air displacement tickle his face from the closeness of the swing. The blonde fired a round into the man's thigh causing him to crumble into Jaune. The assassin supported the crippled goon while raising his pistol under the henchman's armpit to gun down two more approaching assailants and a gunner.
Jaune then propped over the shoulders of the guy with a hole through his thigh and wrapping his leg around his neck with much strain in the process. In one flowing move like a river, Jaune leaned back causing the man to fall back from the weight displacement. Jaune continued with the role till he was sitting up still tangled around the man with his gun raised to gun down another gunman. The blonde then pried the hatchet from the choking goon tangled in his legs and buried the blade in his skull.
As the shadow killer made haste to stand, more henchmen from the surrounding ring moved in for the kill, but they only obscured the gunners from getting a proper shot.
Jaune was forced back to evade a diagonal slash before having to do the same with another attacker slashing at him.
The guy that missed his swing the first time went for another strike, only this time he was blocked by his target's forearm.
Jaune grabbed the man's arm and raised it, following up with a sweep under the feet, making him fall on his back.
The goon with the katana stepped over his friend and swung once again, catching a nick of the blonde's arm.
Jaune clenched his teeth as he returned with a blow to the man's collarbone with the butt of his pistol. As the criminal staggered back holding the abused bone, Jaune raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
*CLICK!*
Shit.
"Raaagh!" the henchman charged into the blonde. Sending punch after punch into his ribs.
Each blow was rewarded with a cry from Jaune, "DAH! GUH!". The blonde then leaned back grabbing the scruff of the goons suit and kicking over him.
The henchman collided with one of the gunner's. Sending them both to the ground.
Jaune stood and turned to another gun man with his gun raised. The blonde was quick to throw his empty gun at the shooter. Making him flinch and miss his shot by inches of ending the fight.
The two interlocked in a tussle over the gun.
Jaune noticed one of the men wielding a tommy gun taking aim at him. Spinning their fight to aim the gun at him and take him out in just a couple shots. Even taking out a couple more men trying to interrupt their brawl.
The blonde decided a new approach, grabbing the man by the forearm and spinning ith a vice grip on the appendage. Jaune brought the arm down on his shoulder and forced the elbow joint to bend beyond its capability.
"HAAAGH!" the criminal cried as his broken arm let the gun slip from his fingers.
Jaune yanked it from his hands before turning and firing two shots in his chest. With the sound of approaching footsteps Jaune adjusted right and missed being impaled by a hair. The assassin shot his elbow back and knocked the shades off the goon he had thrown into another earlier.
Catching the arm with his armpit and grabbing the wrist before twisting it, Jaune was rewarded with a scream and a loose grip. Jaune pistol smacked the katana from his hand. Releasing his hold on the goon and picking up the blade Jaune took an unnatural fighting stance. It was mainly because of the pain and bruised bones that he was limited in his movement, but it was thanks to the adrenaline that he was even fighting.
The current situation was one goon in front of him. The gunner knocked from before behind him. He could hear more henchmen approaching. So to sum it up… he was pretty fucked.
But he'd been through worse.
The bloody nosed goon raised his arms and spat some blood to the side, ready to brawl. He lunged forward throwing a straight punch.
Jaune reared back before putting strain on his legs and darting forward, past the goon while leaving a deep cut on his leg from the katana.
The gunner had closed in for a clear shot on the blonde. To his surprise the overwhelmed assassin shot past the first guy now a few steps from a few steps from him.
Jaune shot around into his shoulder before the gun clicked empty. Growling in annoyance Jaune remained calm and stepped toward the henchman grabbing and wincing at the hole in his shoulder. The blonde reached for the goon's belt and swiped a clip before flinging out the old one in his weapon and slapping in the fenesed one.
The henchman grunted raising his gun, but his efforts were not enough to save him from getting his brains splattered on the road.
The cut henchman turned around and threw another punch.
Jaune saw it coming a mile away as he re-equipped his sword before spinning around clockwise and ducking.
*SHLURK!*
"GRUUGH!" the criminal held his blood leaking side.
Jaune raised his gun toward the still intact SUV's to gun down two incoming henchmen.
With what little strength he had, and after coughing some blood, the goon spun around using his momentum to power his punch.
Jaune once again predicted the kindergarten move and blocked it with his forearm before raising the arm and spinning under it and positioning behind the crutched criminal and stabbed the blade through his shoulder.
The man's scream seemed to make the flames amongst the wreckage jump.
Jaune aimed over the wailing man's back at the SUV's again to gun down three more of Junior's men coming as backup. The blonde pulled the blade from the flesh and bone enlisting a scream. The blonde swept under his legs causing the man to flip hard onto his back.
The henchman groaned looking up to see the distorted face of Мрачный. It was far from a pleasant sight, both grimacing and terrifying.
Jaune flipped the sword in a fluid motion, ending with the blade pointed downward.
"W-wai-!".
*SHLURK!*
"*HUFF!* *Huff!* *huff*" Jaune dropped to his knees catching his breath. The fire clapped for his show of skill and blood shed. The bodies around him were too dead to take a bow.
Not far he could hear the roar of Yang's bike and the thunderous cracks of her shotgun.
He didn't look up to see the scene,"Grrri!" he grunted standing to his raw feet. His steps were shaky and heavy with fatigue. Bending down over a few bodies to load up on pistol ammo, even taking hold of one of the drum guns along with one extra drum click. Supplied on ammo Jaune limped down the street of club owned SUV's.
Yang's fight was currently taking place across the road of the 'L' shape intersection.
Jaune thought right about making a run for it and get back to hunting Wigeon. With his mind made up he jog/limped toward Yang's fight.
Yang blasted goon after goon with incendiary rounds while blowing another SUV sky high. She reeved past a still intact SUV while avoiding being shot her wide ranged made it hard to miss. As she came to the rear of the SUV she slowed down using her foot as a pivot to make a U-turn around the vehicle while tossing another bomb under the next SUV down.
The SUV blossomed into a flower of flames. Consuming its victims within its infernal radius.
Yang gave a few reeves of her engine before darting back down the way she came from on the other side of the SUV where some company awaited her.
The goon with the tommy gun didn't get a single shot before he was screaming the life out of him as the flames danced along his body and sparkes bit at his skin.
Another goon with a hatchet opened the SUV door and attempted to hide in the vehicle.
Yang sped up and once she got close enough, grasped his neck and slammed him into the open door, taking it off its hinges and shattering the window. The biker was about to make a U-turn around the SUV when a goon popped out hiding behind the trunk and tackled her off the cycle.
The bike didn't travel too far before crashing.
Yang and the henchman rolled before Yang ended on top and delivered a strike directly to his face.
The goon snarled before punching Yang across the jaw and pulling her hair down.
Yang gasped and her eyes shined a vibrant red. Grabbing the man's forearm she reered her
other arm back and punched the arm in, causing the radius and the ulna to split into two.
"HAAAGH!" he screamed letting his hold of the blonde locks go.
Yang began sending numerous powerful strikes to the man's face, "DON'T! EVER! TOUCH! MY! FUCKIN'! HAIR!" she screamed with each punch. Yang stood up from the motionless but still conscious criminal.
The goon's face was caked with blood, gashes lined his cheeks and nose, and one of his eyes was starting to swell shut, "Ugggggh~" he groaned.
Yang raised her combat boot and stomped down his face.
The goon lurched up before returning still.
With a twist of her heel the goon's neck snapped.
Retrieving her and turning to her crashed bike about to continue down the street when a pair of arms wrapped around her and trapped her arms. Yang yelped and thrashed wildly to break the vice grip.
"I got her come on!" the henchman called the blonde till she was face to face with his friend.
"Keep her still damnit!" he exclaimed, readying his katana.
Yang leaned her head forward before snapping it back up and into the goon's nose.
"GAH! You fuckining bitch!" he screamed holding his broken nose.
Yang turned to him with his shotgun raised and ended his pain with one pull of the trigger. Yang let the recoil of the gun push it back behind her and slammed the butt into the face of the other criminal trying to take his chance with her back turned. Spinning to face him, the boxer grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the uncharted window of the SUV before knocking him down with a punch. Yang the looked down at the unhinged door and picked it up over her head, and not letting the down henchman get a final word she brought it down on his head, killing him.
Yang propped her bike up and growled at the damage on her baby. She mentally laughed at how much she was acting like Ruby with Crescent Rose.
Ruby.
The photo still fresh in her mind called to her once again. Reminding her why she was here. More so who she was here for.
Yang looked over to see all the commotion coming from Jaune's fight to see his flabby walk toward the intersection at the end of the street crowded with more SUV's from Junior's clubs all over.
She'd meet him there.
Gives the scratched up cycle a few reeves before shooting down the road. It was smooth sailing for a few seconds until three men with guns stepped from behind one of the vehicle's. They left no time for the brawler to think as they aimed at her.
Yang cursed to herself as she swerved hard left, but the wheels didn't get enough traction and the bike fell on its side. Yang grunted as she threw herself off.
Bullets whistled above her as she skid to a halt.
Bumblebee however cried fireflies as it's design became dented and flawed of color. The three hundred pound engineering machine went right into three pairs of legs, tripping them all.
Yang stood up glowing furiously as she cocked back her shotgun and burnt the down gunners to a crisp.
So maybe using her bike in combat was more tiresome and costly than she thought.
Leaving her baby there for now she rushed to the end of the block where Jaune would be soon. Loading her shot gun to its max, she needed every last shot to count.
*BANG! ZIP!*
"Woah geez!" Yang commenced a forward role behind one of the many scattered SUV's.
Behind her cover down the street were several more SUV's crammed in one street with an ant colony of Junior's men.
Any pedestrians coming close to the scene were scared off by the sight of guns in hand and suited men began to close in on the blonde's location.
Yang hissed in anger due to her current situation. Outnumbered, out gunned, and almost out of ammo. This couldn't possibly get any-
Her thoughts were cut off when something dropped itself seated right next to her. Instinctively Ember Celia was pointed and one squeezed finger from spitting fire. Yang should have done it the second she spotted blonde red blood stained hair.
Jaune raised his hands, dropping the tommy gun. His composure and breathing were calm. If he freaked out every time a gun was in his face he would have never gained his reputation.
"There here! Weapons ready!".
Jaune fought through the pain in his jaw to speak, "You kill me… and you die here." he stated.
Yang's glare heated, "I don't know. I think I can make it." she bubbled confidently.
"If that were so you would have shot me by now.".
"Oh is that a dare?" she narrowed her gaze at him. She couldn't help but smirk at examining the detail of her beating painted across his face.
Jaune's scowl sterned, "You think these are the only suit'n ties Junior has in the closet? He's got clubs all across this city, and this was just a warm up…" he explained rationally.
Yang's trigger finger trembled with anticipation.
"Still think you can 'make it'?" he mocked.
Her brain fought in a war with want and logic, "Don't think we won't pick up where we left off." She pointed Ember Celia away from the other blonde.
"Okay well you go on with this horseshit." Jaune grumbled annoye, taking the drum gun in his hand.
Jaune could hear the patteering over boots on the cobalt. Drawing his pistol he peered under the car to see a few beginning to sneak up along the trunk. He fired a round into the closest ankle.
The criminal screamed falling forward as his balance gave into the pain.
Jaune stepped out of cover and knocked the criminal in the face with the machine gun.
The henchman fell to his back as a foot on his chest kept him there.
The blonde raised his pistol to shoot two other goons before aiming to the guy below him and popping one in his skull.
Yang reared up and incinerated a few of the men closest to her before sliding across the hood while cocking in a new shell.
A goon running up to land a hit on the brawler got kicked back by her boot.
Landing she turned right and finished off the guys Jaune had shot. Out of instincts she ducked below a swing from a hatchet and spun around jabbing the butt of her gun into his gut.
The goon wretched over coughing.
Yang stood up and gasped at the sight of a weapon wielded by another. She shot her knee up into the henchman's face who was still hunched over.
The goon stood grimacing in pain holding his nose. A loud bang went off behind him. He suddenly felt his back get stung by what felt like the nastiest wasp in the world as he took the bullet.
Yang spartan kicked the man back into the man with the gun and incinerated them both. She turned to the numerous other obstacles in her way armed to the teeth.
Jaune mowed them down in seconds with use of the laughing tommy gun.
Several of them took cover behind SUV's dawning a swiss cheese style hull and shattering windows.
Yang took the opportunity to step up on the hood of one of the SUV's to the roof and looked over the cowering henchman. She reached behind her grabbing two of her signature explosives, activating them before throwing them further down the road where more men pooled from to get a chance to kill.
Their chance never came as the two explosives set off a reaction of red flowers from club SUV's. The explosives engulfed a large number of goons.
The wall of flaming wreckage cut off Junior's men's escape from the fight. Leaving them forced on this block to fight for their lives.
Once Jaune's cylinder ran dry he dropped the clip out.
Yang then used her high ground to start pumping flames into the bodies of the tuxedo men.
Although she couldn't get all of them. As a few had come out from her right flank and advanced on her.
Jaune noticed a couple coming into view with guns aimed at the woman. Without a split second of hesitation Jaune drew his pistol and gunned them down.
The henchman with a katana just seconds away from bringing down the biker looked from his dead comrades to the angel of death. With a glare and a passion to avenge he charged.
Jaune took a step back avoiding the life taking strike before grabbing the wrist and giving it a twist. The assassin jabbed the henchman in the jaw giving Jaune the leverage to disarm him of his weapon and push him back.
The goon recovered quickly rubbing his jaw before raising his arms and lurching forward going for a punch.
Jaune quickly opened the vehicle door causing the black gloved fist to go through and shatter the window.
"WAAAGH!" he screamed as his hand now had glass shards sticking through the glove.
Jaune didn't give the gon a break as he slammed the door on his arm before raising his pistol to his head and silencing his screams.
He loaded a new mag into the drum gun before pursuing forward to the screaming criminals being candle lit.
Yang continued igniting the squads of goons into a maze of flames, she noticed Jaune down to her right defending her right flank.
Two hands reached up from her left flank and pulled her off the roof of the vehicle.
Yang yelped as she fell flat on the roof and once again on the ground as she was pulled off.
Ember Celia fell from her reach.
Suddenly the blonde was hoisted up to her feet by one goon and was stuck across the face and slammed into the SUV.
Jaune mowed down more henchmen, but unknown to his slightly dazed awareness an elk fanus came plowing into him and initiated a scuffle. This came as a surprise to the assassin, as he knew Junior had little to no fanus in his arsenal as to avoid comotions between species. But it seems the desire for arms out weighed his picky discrimination.
The fanus pinned the blonde to the rear of the SUV as he held the blonde's gun up until it ran out of liquid and shells were scattered at their feet.
Yang continued to be assaulted in the scuffle, pushed into the arms of another and pushed against a vehicle. Two men were at her side pinning her arms to the SUV, "GRUGH! RAGH! Let me GO!" she thrashed. She glanced over to see Jaune in a similar situation
"Hold her still." a third henchman stepped in and drew his katana reflecting Yang's furious face. The henchman approached the blonde with a malicious smile.
Jaune dropped his gun to give himself an extra hand in the fight for dominance, but was punched in the face. An elbow from the fanus pinning his head to the rear window as he used his other hand to push back on the fanus's face. His swollen blue eyes saw Yang being on the verge of death.
The elk fanus released his hold on the assassin's wrist and drew his sword with a cutting ring.
Jaune took this open window to draw his pistol, but when he heard the chilling ring of a drawn blade. The blonde groaned as he used his forearm to block the stab just inches from his jugular.
Yang kicked up both legs and drove both her heels into the approaching criminal's chest.
The two henchmen holding her down growled at her as they tightened their iron grips on her.
Jaune's blocking arm was also the arm wielding the pistol which trembled with strain as it went against the opposing force of the body.
The fanus removed his elbow from the blondes head and put more force into the stab.
Jaune reared left, the blade missing his throat and grazed his shoulder as it pierced through the glass behind him. Jaune eye balled his aim at where Yang was and fired. His first shot missed and caught the attention of the guy to Yang's left as the bullet zipped past his face, spooking him. Jaune made a quick adjustment and fired again, striking him in the shoulder.
Yang looked over at Jaune as to follow the source of the bullet.
The goon to her right let go and got in a fighting stance throwing a punch.
Yang raised her arm and blocked it before delivering a blow to his chest followed by an uppercut to the jaw.
Jaune reached up taking a hold of one of the antlers and pulling it to flip the script on position. Jaune was shoved off by the fanus and immediately grabbed by the horned goon, being thrown back onto the vehicle. The impact caused him great discomfort and pain.
The elf fanus leaned forward before charging at Jaune
Yang then reached for the criminal's gun holster and drew his pistol. Turning left to the incoming goon with the means to kill her earlier and still trying. She shot two rounds into him before finishing him off with a headshot, she then turned back to the owner of the pistol and unloaded the clip into him. Tossing the empty gun onto his body, she touched the side of her face which stung from bruising. The brawler looked up to see her fellow blonde in a tight scuffle, looking from her shotgun to Jaune.
Jaune pieced his vision to see the elk running at him with the dagger points of his antlers smiling at unsheathed the katana from the cracked glass of the SUV rear window. Positioning the blade backward in his grip he blocked the charge, wedging the blade in the right set of horns. The left set however punctured the blonde's suit and into his left shoulder, "REH! DvvrUGH!" he groaned in pain as he pushed on the fanus's head and removed the red tipped antler.
Suddenly a muscular arm wrapped around the fanus's neck and pulled him off the blonde.
"Move!" Yang screamed.
Jaune did as was told.
Taking Jaune's place was the head of the elk fanus as his horns went through the hull of the vehicle.
Jaune kicked the side of the fetus's head, breaking his neck and an antler off as the body fell. Picking up his pistol and slapping in a new mag before looking up at Yang.
"Don't even." she growled.
"Behind you!" Jaune warned.
Yang side stepped letting the hatchet slice the air inches from her ear while leaving her leg stretched out to the tripp the attacker.
Jaune pulled the dormant antler from the vehicle and charged at two more men in toe with the first one.
Yang stomped her heel on the criminal's head and was rewarded with a crunch.
Jaune ducked and twirled under the first goon's slash and stabbed the antler into the stomach of the second. Drawing his gun and firing three killing rounds into his chest. The blonde hadn't forgotten about the first guy he weaved past though, "Yang!" he called to as he shot his leg back and kicked the henchman back before he could take a swing.
Yang turned to her name in time to see a henchman stumbling back to her. Stowing Ember Celia over her back she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and raised him over her head and slammed him into a suplex. The move effectively breaking his neck.
The two blondes recovered and looked around at the numerous bodies either on fire or lay in a pool of blood. SUV's and a few pedestrian vehicles were dotted with bullet holes and their windows gone, laid in pieces. The vehicles down the road crackled in illuminating joy as they played on the charring metal and gasoline.
After a minute of rest and making sure they were the only ones around, Yang raised Ember Celia into the other blondes face and cocked back.
Jaune sighed in annoyance dropping his pistol. The pain began to well up again in the cut on his abdomen.
"Show me!" Yang demanded.
Jaune looked up at her in confusion, "Show you what?" he replied aggravated.
Yang took a heavy step forward, "Show me your guilt! I wanna see it in your fucking guilty eyes!" her voice sizzled with hate as she pushed the weapon into his face.
Jaune looked deeply into her expression and bared witness to the mental pain she was going through. While her eyes gleamed red with rage, her feelings were dull blue. His annoyance diminished when his eyes spotted the tear shimmering off the light from the flames. With a deep exhale he new what he had to do as his eyes softened, "It is my fault Yang… I killed her…" he came clean.
Yang's jaw trembled from clenching rage as she glowed with unmeasurable wrath, "I knew it…" she spat through clenched teeth, "You're a fucking MONST-".
"I came back in order to suffice my desire for vengeance…. she only wanted to help, and in doing so saved me more times than I probably realise at the cost of her own. I think she knew what the risks were, but Ruby never let imperilment justify her as being vulnerable. If I had never came back, she would still be alive. If Cardin had just killed me that night… she'd still be alive… I'm sorry." he finished. His voice faded into heart wrenching sadness.
Yang's chest rose and fell with hot heavy breaths to calm her shaking hands.
KILL HIM!
Maybe he's telling the truth!
HE"S LYING!
He sounds just as crushed!
HE ONLY WANTS TO SAVE HIS SKIN! NOW FINISH HIM!
This isn't what Ruby would want us to do!
Yang argued with herself on what to do, examining every inch of Jaune's bloody gashed face for any trace of a lie, even a flicker of false emotion.
But everything seemed so genuine. This was the exact same stature Jaune expressed when Pyrrha had died.
Yang noticed Jaune's eyes dart from her to something behind her. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she reacted. Spinning around to redirect Ember Celia only to find the gun get twisted from her grip. She yelped in surprise at how easily dis-armed she was. The brawler raised her arms and got into a fighting stance. Her nose twitched at the rancid smell of alcohol.
The figure then stepped from the shadows into the orange illuminance holding Yang's gun and a flask up to his lips taking several gulps before stowing it away, "You shouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions Firecracker." the man croaked in a tipsy tone.
Yang disarmed her fighting instincts, "Unc- hic! Uncle Qrow?" she choked down a sob.
Qrow tossed back the yellow pump shotgun, "Hey Yang… how yo- oof!" his blonde niece suddenly crashed into him sobbing loudly into his button vest.
Yang didn't care about the revoking stench of her uncle, she just needed the comfort of a family member.
Qrow didn't hesitate to return the embrace, petting the head of vibrant gold lockes.
Yang sniffled and sobbed until she could only so much as choke a response, "Sh-sh-she's go-o-o-one! Ru- Ru-Ru-Ruby is-" she couldn't comprehend to finish the statement and broke into sobs.
Qrow threatened to spill, but held back the tears in order to stay strong for his niece, "I know baby girl, I know. I stopped by her place and saw." Qrow looked up to see Jaune scuffling over to the still intact SUV off to the right. Analysing his injuries and contrasted the ones from his face to the ones on his body and came to the conclusion that Yang had had her way with the poor guy, "But this wasn't Jaune's doing." he stated.
Yang pulled from her Uncle's embrace, wiping her eyes clean before looking up at him with red puffy lilac orbs, "Tell me who." she ordered in a stern tone.
Qrow sighed and gave a look of grave hesitation on telling the rage driven girl the information she wanted. The drunken illegal car seller looked up to Jaune who was sitting against the SUV for a much earned rest.
The blonde gave his friend a nod in agreement.
Qrow's dull red eyes looked back down to meet Yang's lilac. He let out a dreadful sigh before speaking, "Wigeon Winchester.".
That Yang rang over and over again in the blonde brawler's head like a church bell. Without another word or moment to grieve she walked back down where her and Jaune fought.
"Yang." Qrow called to her speed walking to catch up.
Jaune groaned standing to follow.
Yang didn't listen.
"Yang!" Qrow grabbed her wrist.
"What!" Yang snarled as she was pulled, taking her wrist back.
"What do you think you're doing?" aggravated by Yang's urgency to jump in without a plan.
"I'm going to take that fucker out!" the brawler roared.
"You don't even know where he is!" he reasoned.
"But you do!" Yang jabbed her finger into Qrow's chest.
Qrow took a second to compose himself. Pinching the bridge of his nose, "You need to think about this.".
Yang couldn't believe what she was hearing, "What is there to think about!? He killed my little sister! I was supposed to PROTECT HER!" she screamed on the verge of bawling.
Qrow had failed to. When Ruby came to him she pleaded for his help, but he refused only because he was scared of this exact outcome. Now he had to live with another burden on his shoulders. He had to live with the fact that he could have prevented this had he taken up on her offer.
Jaune limped to the other blonde, "Yang…" he put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't!" she slapped the hand away, "I have just as much reason to be going after that monster than you!".
"I just don't want to see the same thing happen to you." Jaune explained in a calm manner.
Yang scoffed at him, "But you…" she turned to Qrow who was welled up with guilt, "You should be here with your fucking guns just as I am wanting to take a shot at him!" she spat at him.
Qrow looked off to the side before answering, "I… I don't know." he was reluctant. He didn't want a repeat of Ruby. But ever since what happened years ago with Raven and Summer he could never trust himself to be helpful to anyone again.
Yang was about to ask why, but it hit her like a train, her eyes widened a bit in disbelief, "No… no fucking way!" she nodded her head like she didn't want to believe her uncle, but his silence.
Jaune remembered full well why Qrow was so hesitant to be of use to anyone. That mission had left himself with the worst scars however himself.
"So she did come to you! She wanted your help and you gave that…" Yang shook her head, "Bad luck horse shit!" she screamed, "I can't fucking believe you." she began to walk away again.
"Yang!" Qrow grabbed her wrist again, but that proved to be a mistake as he was socked across the face and knocked on his ass.
"Yang!" Jaune stepped to her, but stopped when her shotgun put him in a familiar place.
Yang glared at the other blonde lost in a cloud of rage, "I don't want to kill you over Ruby anymore, but I WILL kill you if you keep bothering me!" she made it indefinitely clear her terms, "Or you help me because I know you know where he's going." she stated before walking off.
Jaune spared a final glance at Yang before aiding Qrow up to his feet, "You okay?".
Qrow whipped the drizzle of blood from his lip before taking out his flask, "I should be asking you that, you looked in a mirror recently?." he took a swig before offering it to the blonde.
Jaune looked around, "Been busy." he said before accepting the offering. After being satisfied he handed it back, "So where is he?" Jaune asked to know.
Qrow looked at him biting his lip in thought before deciding on his decision, "He's goin down into the Industrial district of Vale, Main Street is too backed up so he's going through the agriculture district. It's a longer road, but he'll get there faster without the traffic." he confirmed.
Jaune gave an appreciated nod.
The two men looked around at the destruction the two blondes caused.
"He's got more men coming." the alcoholic declared.
"Same old Junior, doesn't know how to pick his fights." Jaune stated.
Qrow hummed in response, "We better make this quick then." Qrow then pulled out some gauze and bandages.
Jaune looked at him before nodding and finding a place to sit.
After a quick patch up of some of Jaune's more minor wounds, Qrow examined the open cut on his abdomen.
"This is gonna need stitches." he stated.
"No time." Jaune also stated, "Just do what you can, and I'll do what I can." he pulled out the bottle of pills Peach gave him and popped two in.
Qrow sighed, "Alright then, better bite down on something." he warned as he grabbed his flask and opened it.
Jaune followed and bit down on his sleeve before giving the go ahead.
Qrow poured the alcohol on the wound and acted fast to make the pain simmer for Jaune's muffled scream.
Yang picked up her bike from the ground and frowned at the damage of her precious. She thought back on what happened a couple minutes ago, she couldn't believe she punched Qrow, but she couldn't believe Qrow either.
Ever since Summer never came back from her mission Yang had become the mother figure for Ruby basically, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the time with her. When they swore allegiance to serve under the High Table, Ruby was seventeen and was becoming an independent woman. So Yang decided that she would go out on her own to look for answers regarding the disappearance of her mother Raven, and maybe Summer. Not like Qrow or her father would say anything on the matter.
Yang and Ruby had an unspeakable bond, but now that bond was tarnished with Ruby's blood. And only the blood of her killer will be satisfying enough for her.
Qrow was finishing up with Jaune. The two remained in silence until Jane broke it.
"I can't stop her," he clarified.
Qrow gurgled a sigh, "I know… keep her safe will ya?" he pleaded for reassurance for his niece.
Jaune could not make that promise as much as he wanted to. He didn't give a straightforward answer, more or less a hesitant nod.
Qrow's eyed were drooped in sadness, he new what he was asking for and nodded in acceptance of the answer.
Jaune didn't think this was the best moment to bring this up, but he may not have another chance, "What happened Qrow… it's in the past… you need to let it go." he suggested to his friend.
Qrow stood up glaring at the blonde, "You first." he shoved his hands in his pockets.
The sound of a growling engine halted any future word exchange as Yang pulled up with her helmet in.
Moving her visor up Yang looked at Jaune, "So you coming or not?".
Jaune spared a final look at Qrow before seating himself behind Yang.
The blonde boxer glared at Qrow, "I hope you figure out what your deal is Qrow 'cause I sure as hell don't.". she reved her engine a few times before speeding down the road clear of any flaming vehicles.
Qrow brought his flask to his lisp and sighed in disappointment to find it dry of its strong contents. Walking back into the shadows Qrow went on his way to recuperate.
Not far from where the everything transpired Sun and Neptune sat in their cop car, staring with gaping open mouths at what had just transpired. After several minutes of thick silence Neptune placed a hand on Sun's chest.
"You know buddy, you can call this one in.".