Heya guys. This chapter should've come with an Omake but FFN decided to be a dick to me and deleted the whole thing. And since I only keep chapters saved on my computer, no AN or Omakes... just got the whole damn thing deleted. Argh, I hate and love this site, but sometimes I hate it more than I love it! Right now I'm totally not in the mood to write an Omake so, I'm sorry, but maybe next time.
EDIT: Fuck FFN, I re-wrote the Omake! Look at the bottom!
The day had begun normally, like more or less any other day. It had been Yang's fourth consecutive day sleeping in JWVL's dorm, but this time she hadn't been the only one. Sky and Blake had decided to sleep over and keep an eye on Ruby. Exasperated, Weiss had simply moved to Team NBLS's dorm, together with Ren and Nora, to at least not overcrowd their own room. She had been very vocal about her complaints, though, something that had annoyed Blake to no end.
To tell the truth, Blake's and Sky's sudden decision hadn't been completely unexpected. Together with Yang and Jaune, the two of the always hovered around Ruby like bodyguards at all times, to the point that Yang had refused to fight in a team battle NBLS vs JWVL because she had to keep an eye on Ruby. Pyrrha alone had been enough to defeat JWVL, with Blake and Sky chipping in when needed, but Weiss surely hadn't appreciated being laughed at by almost the entire audience.
Sky had turned out to be quite the simple person. He normally just went along with anything his team wanted to do, or his friends wanted to do, and he chipped in time and again to tell his opinion, but he was mostly quiet. Blake held a different meaning of quiet, usually hiding behind a book or just straight-out staring the interlocutor down until they stopped talking to her. But both of them had offered support to Ruby, although Blake seemed to be quite fond of using Faunus as examples.
The day had continued normally enough, with the usual curious comments and offensive ones thrown around. They had kind of gotten used to them, although Ruby was still sad about the lie Goodwitch had told the students. She had a soul, dammit! Why did she have to pretend she didn't?!
The day hadn't gotten much better after Port's class nor after Peach's. Port's because… well, it was Port's. And as for Professor Peach, they had yet to see her. The instructions for the lesson of the day were always written on the blackboard in a calligraphy terribly similar to Professor Goodwitch's, and the mysterious Professor Peach still hadn't appeared. They had started to doubt her very existence after the third 'missed' lesson, no matter how many times Goodwitch had tried to tell them otherwise.
Lunch hadn't brought much relief to the students, but at least the day was halfway gone. Surviving Beacon's morning classes was more difficult than killing an Ursa. They were just so boring. Between Port's ramblings, Oobleck's unintelligible hyper-fast speech, Peach's complete absence, and Ozpin's new habit to just sit on his chair and grin smugly while staring at Ruby and Jaune, or rather at their eyes, the students had been bored from breakfast up until lunch.
"Look, there's the walking trashcan again!"
Although the break from boredom had costed them the comments of the other students.
"Arc-… Jaune, I'd like to speak with you."
As well as an unexpected request from Weiss.
"Err… sure, why not?" he smiled tentatively, at odd with Weiss's frown, as he stood up. Sky immediately took his place beside Ruby, Yang flanking her on the other side. "What about?"
"The teams." He sighed. It was too early to deal with Weiss talking about teams. Even if it was lunch already. Never was a good time to speak with Weiss about teams. "I said teams, not team leadership."
"It's not like that reassures me much…" he noted, ignoring the grape someone had just thrown at him bouncing off his head. "Just lead the way, Snow Angel."
Weiss stiffened and her eyes flashed. "Stop calling me by that asinine nick-"
Yang loudly cleared her throat. "Ehm-ehm!"
Weiss glared at her, and then took a deep breath. "Ar-… Jaune, for personal reasons I'd like not to disclose at this moment I am displeased by that nickname. I have a name I'm pretty sure it's not hard to remember nor to spell, so please use that," she corrected herself. "And if you really can't help yourself from nicknaming people like Yang, at least keep it to a minimum, and change nickname."
Jaune blinked and looked at Yang, who just whistled innocently. There was something going on, that much he was sure. "O…kay?"
Another grape hit the back of his head as he followed the white haired girl out of the cafeteria. Unbeknownst to them, a certain blonde teacher also got up and followed them, making sure to accidentally use her Semblance to sweep the chairs out from under the grape-throwers. 'Ah… nothing better than a little revenge to lift my spirits,' she inwardly grinned at the unceremonious yelps of the fallen students.
Back with Jaune and Weiss, the girl had stopped in a corridor not far from the cafeteria. They had classes after lunch, so it was better not to go too far away. "Okaay… What did you want to talk about?"
"Our teams are not working at all, and it's all your fault." He sighed. Another of those conversation… "Ever since you 'resurrected' Ruby, Yang is sleeping in our dorm, and it's two days Blake and Sky joined in. These teams are just not working at all. You barely had time for us, for your team, and those three basically left their leader on her own. If that's not lacking in the 'team' department, I don't know what is."
Jaune opened his mouth to reply, but then he actually thought about it. As little as he liked Weiss's attitude, her words weren't wrong. Pyrrha, NBLS's leader, had indeed been kind of abandoned by her teammates and Jaune had indeed kind of abandoned his team. They had even changed where they sat for eating, leaving Pyrrha with -WVL and with Sky, Yang, Ruby, Jaune and Blake occupying the other side of the table. He shook his head to clear it from the confusing thoughts. "I know, I'm sorry for that. It's just that…"
"Ruby needs to stay with you, Yang wants to stay with Ruby, and for some reason Blake and Sky seem to be staying with Ruby as well," Weiss completed, unamused. "But this is not a good reason to neglect your team. Barely more than a week ago, you told me that I wasn't fit to be leader because I couldn't handle people. I've seen you can, but apparently you do not wish to handle your team, but people who are not teammates. Ren, Nora and I have been left on our own while our mighty 'leader' was off with other people. Believe, none of us is pleased. Pyrrha is a pleasant person to talk with, but shouldn't you be the one leading us?"
Jaune winced at the accusation and looked down at his feet. Should he be the one? Yes, of course, absolutely, without the shadow of a doubt. Could he be the one? He… he wasn't sure. He had to keep Ruby in mind and with Ruby seemingly came Yang, Sky and even Blake. Could he handle all of them? No, he couldn't, that much was sure. He had an obligation toward both parties, and none weighed more than the other. "I-"
"-think I have the solution." Professor Glynda Goodwitch turned the corner with a victorious grin on her face. "If you have to handle Ms Rose, Ms Xiao Long, Mr Lark and Ms Belladonna, and you have to handle your team… Well, I don't see why we couldn't make them your team."
"What?!" Weiss exclaimed, half-outraged, half-shocked.
"Staying in a team you can't or don't work well with will damage your studies," the professor continued, ignoring Weiss's cries. "And we wouldn't want that. So why not change your teams into something that will help the both of you?"
"Auntie Glyn, it's not like you can change the-" Jaune blinked as she showed him her Scroll. "'Request a team change'? What kind of Scroll option is that?"
Goodwitch smirked as she tapped it for him. "Simple. Students aren't forced to stay with their team for the whole year. But if they really want to change them, they have to get smart and ask or check their Scrolls. Just wishing won't get you anywhere." She handed the Scroll back to him after having tampered with it for a moment. "You just need to insert the team you are wishing for. Student IDs are the only accepted insert, though," she added once he tried to type Yang's full name.
"And those are…?"
Goodwitch sighed good-naturedly. "JN5RC3-2512 is yours. All letters are uppercase. Try to figure out the code…" she added with a wink that, hadn't Weiss known wasn't meant like that, would've looked very inappropriate.
Jaune sighed and looked at the code. "JN5RC3… and 2512. These last four digits are my birthday's date pushed together. I guess the first part has to be about me as well…" He frowned before light bulb seemed to go off in his head. "The consonants of my first name and surname, and the length of both!"
"What?" asked Weiss, confused.
"J-au-N-e, JN, 5 letters. A-RC, RC, 3 letters," he explained quickly before his smile fell. "Oh… I guess I'll have to ask the others for their birthdays…"
Weiss frowned before she turned and marched off. "Well, if that's the case, I should be off to gather the IDs of my future teammates as well."
Jaune blinked as she disappeared before turning to his aunt. "Err… I guess I should go too," he excused himself as he took off after the heiress. He stopped just short of turning the corner. "Oh, and Auntie Glyn, thanks for helping me in Combat Class. I'm not sure how I feel about you using your Telekinesis, but it surely helped. Thanks!"
"Oh, it's no problem dear," she shrugged it off with a smile. Besides, no one had ever caught her using her Semblance to aid someone in a fight, so it wasn't like she was in trouble of being called out on it. "Besides, you are not the first time I do something like that. I really don't like bullies." She stressed the word with a vicious edge in her eyes.
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"Our next match will be Vero Tear, of Team TTNN, against Jaune Arc Rose Xiao Long, formerly member of Team JWVL, currently awaiting confirmation to become member of Team ABRYL." Even as she said it, Goodwitch inwardly winced at Jaune's team's new name. April… who the hell spelled April as 'ABRYL'? She could understand that the Headmaster's mind have been elsewhere in the few days prior, specifically the fact they now had two Silver Eyed Warriors in their school, but still… Celebrating all day long wasn't a good reason to come up with stupid names. "May the two combatants go change into their fighting wear. You have five minutes before the fight."
Jaune frowned as he rose from his seat, recalling only bad memories from the Vero guy. A bully, that was for sure, an arrogant idiot with a Semblance he liked to show off as often as he could, and all around the most hated student in the entire Academy. And his opponent was he himself, Jaune Arc Rose Xiao Long -damn you, Yang-, worst student of Beacon Academy.
Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.
He quickly changed into his combat gear, that just meant his usual hoodie with his usual jeans with his usual armour, and grabbed his new weapons. Weapons he didn't know how to use. Crocea Mors was still strapped at his waist, but he couldn't feel any kind of connection to it. He couldn't feel a connection to Rubis Solaire, either, but that was beside the point. He still carried it with him, just in case he needed it. Besides, he didn't know how to fight at all, so it wasn't like he was willing to give up a weapon.
"So, weakling, what about a bet?" He fought the urge to swear as the other boy, Vero, spoke up. Really, the only place where he never bragged was in the bathrooms, and even there only because he was apparently severely lacking 'downstairs'. That never failed to make him laugh. The communal bathrooms didn't help, either, given the presence of girls in there as well. Unfortunately, the changing rooms were not the bathrooms, so Vero was being his usual arrogant self. Jaune would've paid anything for someone to just drop a building on the imbecile.
'Yes, let's bet! I bet your pants are loose just to hide your 'little' problem!' he thought viciously. "I'm not exactly one who likes betting… Vero, is it?"
The boy scoffed. "You'd think a weakling like you would know my name. Yes, it's Vero. Vero Tear. You'd better remember it, 'cause next time I'll carve it into your forehead."
'Newsflash, if you carve it on my forehead I won't be able to see it, idiot!' Again, he kept himself from expressing his thoughts aloud. They would only earn him a severe beating. "Anyway, I'm not one who likes bets. Maybe a bit of gambling at dice or cards, but I hate to just bet."
"Come on, weakling, it's just a little bet between peers," Vero sneered at him. The guy had the expressiveness of a brick. Overall, he had four expressions: ashamed, when in the bathrooms, angry or enraged, arrogant or smug, and sneering when talking. "It can't hurt anyone… Say, the girl in red is your Semblance, right?"
Jaune's eye twitched. Once, then again. "Kind of…"
Vero waved a hand in the air as if to dispel those words. "Whatever. Say, weakling, what about this little bet: if you win this match, I help you bang the hot Professor." Jaune's gloves creaked as he went rigid with rage, his hands very tightly closed into fists. "If I win, you let me bang little red."
"If you are so in need of getting laid, you could always go ask a Beowolf to bang you," he snapped as he stormed out of the changing rooms. "After all, you two are very akin. But maybe even Grimm have standards."
The blond entered the arena in such a mood, he would've been a lighthouse for the Grimm. Shortly after arrived Vero, with his usual sneer. Goodwitch uneasily looked at the two of them before she sighed and synced their Scrolls to the system. Vero's Aura filled up in just three seconds or so. Jaune's, on the other hand, took at least fifteen seconds before reaching the top of the bar.
Vero grinned at that. Big Aura or not, his Semblance was all he would need. Nonchalantly, he activated it as he took out his weapon. Its effect's radius was limited, barely above seven feet from himself, but his own weapon was just a melee weapon, so he would need to go melee nonetheless. Jaune too took out Rubis Solaire, and after a second he shifted it into bow mode. All kids played with toy bows when they were young, him included, while not everyone played with guns, so he felt a little more comfortable using the bow instead of the gun in the scythe mode. Besides, how the heck does one even use a scythe?!
"Three… Two… One… Begin!"
Jaune flinched defensively, expecting to be charged immediately, but instead Vero was just standing twenty feet away from him. Either fighter could've closed the distance in a second. None did. After five long moments, Jaune readied his bow and notched an Aura arrow onto the Aura string. Thankfully the books he had read had helped him a bit about that. His aim still sucked, though.
He fired the arrow, hoping to at least distract Vero, but the arrow just disappeared once it arrived within a yard or two from the boy. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed, notching another arrow. It had the same result, aka none, as the first, but Vero smirked.
"Do you like my Semblance?" he asked cockily, calmly walking toward Jaune, who began to step back. "I call it Aura Negation. Now, you can have your Soul Extension thing that makes you summon a very fuckable loli-" From the audience, more than a student roared in anger and outrage, no one more so than Yang herself. Jaune stopped backing away at that, foolishly but angrily. "-but my Semblance is far better. It is why you should just bow to me and give up the fight. Within a short radius from me, all Aura is negated. No Aura means no Semblance, either. So you are just a normal, pitiful civilian against me-"
Bang!
Vero dodged the bullet with ease and looked at Jaune. "A gun-scythe? Really? What a pathetic weapon for a pathetic idiot like you."
"Hey!" Ruby protested from the audience.
Jaune gritted his teeth and switched Rubis Solaire back into twin sabres mode, sheathing them on his back once again. Nope, against someone like Vero he would need a damn shield, and fast! Without thinking he took out Crocea Mors and his old shield. Old, but better than nothing.
"Even more pathetic," Vero scoffed, drawing his longsword. "This is a weapon worth forging. This wonder can turn into a fifteen-feet-long whip, perfect for idiots like you, who aren't brave enough to come closer."
"Is it that long to compensate for something, Vero?!" someone shouted from the audience, and many burst out laughing. Red spread on the boy's cheeks as his anger rose as well as his shame.
"Shut up! I'm gonna show you who I am!" he roared as he charged Jaune. Thankfully, probably out of pure luck, the blond knight managed to dodge the hit, although by doing so he entered Vero's anti-Aura sphere.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Jaune's eyes immediately went up only to see Ruby fall off her seat, spasms of pain racking through her body. Yang and Sky both shouted, but everything was mute to Jaune as he realized one single thing.
Vero's Semblance negated Aura, and thus Semblances.
His own Semblance had been what had resurrected Ruby.
Was Vero killing Ruby by negating his Semblance?!
Before he could dwell on it further, he caught Ruby screaming "LOOK OUT!" at him, and he turned just in time to feel Vero's sword catching his left clavicle and slicing through his skin and flesh, snapping the bone with ease.
As opposite to 'everything', the pain was not mute to him.
He screamed as he felt the sword leave his body somewhere near his left pectoral muscle. It had thankfully not been deep enough, as it left his flesh, to snap any rib, so his lungs at least were safe, but the pain was still blinding. It reminded him of the time he had basically broken a few bones while foolishly running on a mountain path. A single slip had sent him tumbling down for at least a hundred yards, and left him conscious just long enough for him to scream. Thankfully his mother had been immediately there to help him, or Oum only knew what would've happened. He would've probably died.
The pain in his shoulder was excruciating, he knew that, but at the same time it was bearable. He wasn't stranger to pain -heck, he had been training his resistance to pain with Yang- and even if serious, the wound wasn't all that deep.
No, what was worse was the fact he could still hear Ruby's screams of pain.
"Now, let's see how cocky you are when you actually have to fight!" He raised his head just in time to see Vero bringing his sword down on him once more. He tuned out Goodwitch's scream, everyone's screams, and just focused on Ruby's.
To use her words… Nope.
Nope. Nope nope nope. Nope at all.
His left arm just hurt more and did nothing as he tried to move it, but his right one intercepted the sword before it sank into his head. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to strike again as his arm was severed, but instead he felt nothing if not Vero's shocked exclamation. Daring to open his eyes, he saw that his arm was covered in a red glow. A red glow that wasn't negated by the asshole's Semblance.
A red glow that looked really like Aura.
His left shoulder stopped hurting. It wasn't healed, not by a mile, but he was able to stand again. Although he did not stand. He chose a more direct approach to punish the miserable being that wasn't even worth of being called human, punish it for the pain it had caused Ruby. 'I'm gonna kill you, bastard.'
With a grunt of exertion, Jaune tackled Vero to the ground, slapping its sword away from its slack hands. Then he grabbed the imbecile's collar and began to repeatedly bang its head onto the ground. After a few bangs, Vero finally lost its focus and its Semblance's effect disappeared. But that wasn't enough.
Feeling his shoulder, still not healed, but able to move, he banged its head one last time before he changed tactic. With years of forging to back his strength up, Jaune began to rain blow after blow onto its face. It would probably look better after the treatment. With his Aura back, Jaune continued to punch what he now knew was the thing he hated most in the world with all his strength, not caring about the damage he was inflicting to his own Aura. After a minute, Vero's Aura bar buzzed as it hit the red. Jaune didn't stop and the only cries of 'Stop him!' were quickly silenced. Vero's Aura soon reached the zero percent, and Jaune began to punch flesh instead of Aura.
"That's enough."
Goodwitch's voice, stern even with him for once, was the only warning he got before her Telekinesis pulled him away from the bleeding face of the thing laying unconscious on the ground. "Someone bring Mr Tear to the infirmary. He needs immediate medical treatment, and possibly surgery. Now!"
Without wasting a second, Vero's three teammates rushed into the arena and dragged their knocked-out leader away, all the while glaring daggers at Jaune. Hadn't he been so damn angry, he would've probably realized he had made himself four incredibly powerful enemies.
"As you can see, Mr Arc's Semblance is not just the creation of an Avatar," Goodwitch continued, and Jaune snapped out of his rage-induced trance to look at her. What did she mean by that? "During the fight, Mr Arc made use of Ms Rose's own Aura to protect himself from Mr Tear's attack. I cannot be sure, but apparently their 'link' has more powers than we thought it had. Class dismissed. Ms Belladonna, could you please accompany Mr Arc to the infirmary as well? His injury needs to be looked at, or the bone could fix itself in the wrong position."
Jaune nodded dumbly as Blake, Yang, Sky, Ruby, Weiss, Nora and Ren all rushed to him, with Pyrrha trailing behind. He tuned out their questions and praise and looked at Ruby. "Are you okay? I know that… that… that stain on the word person hurt you with his damn Semblance. Does it still hurt?"
Ruby shook her head, although she still appeared afraid. Jaune could related. Punching Vero into oblivion had been, ironically, a spun-of-the-moment kind of idea. Now that he had a clear mind… he was absolutely terrified by the boy and his team. "No I… I'm fine now," she said before looking at him. "Although… during the fight, I felt pain all through my body, but then I swear I thought your voice. Like… I didn't hear it, it was just in my mind…"
Jaune frowned. What? "What?"
"I… you said 'I'm gonna kill you, bastard'…" she confessed, and his eyes went wide. Yes, he had indeed said that, but to himself. Not aloud. And even then, he doubted Ruby would've been able to hear him. He wondered if he had accidentally shouted it, but the others' confused looks told him otherwise.
Looking back at Ruby, he tried to shrug, but his left shoulder flared up its pain again, and he winced.
"It doesn't matter, let's get you to the infirmary," stated Yang, no space for arguments in her voice.
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'An Auric and telepathic link with Jaune…' Ruby pondered as she walked Beacon's halls. 'With the chance of a stronger empathic link… put like this, it sounds so very cool.'
It had been five more days since Vero's… ehm-ehm… facial reconstruction, and those had been quiet days. "Jaune?" she called out. The blond walking beside her hummed in acknowledgement. "Have I told you already that I really like your Semblance?"
"Only five or so times already," he replied lightly, and the two shared a chuckle. "But yeah, if it was powerful before, I guess I just crossed the line into godhood now…"
"Eh, don't get too cocky, you can still improve." She elbowed him in the side for more effect. "Your fight was awesome, I've seen a recording made by another student. It's a pity I… I couldn't see for myself. I was totally rooting for you breaking his face and figures, you broke his face! By the way… How's your new cool scar?"
"Aside from not feeling cool at all, and the fact I'm really pissed Aura can't prevent scars from forming when healing a serious wound, all good," he sighed. "But seriously, can't you just drop the 'cool' thing? You, Yang, Sky… even Blake! There's nothing to make me feel better about, no need to call it 'cool' when it isn't."
"But it is cool," Ruby argued as the two turned a corner. She began to walk sideways to continue to face him. "We are not just trying to make you feel better… Jaune, what is it?"
Jaune's eyes widened before they narrowed again.
For pure, mere, stupid bad luck, the corridor they were in was completely empty if not for three people. One was Ruby herself, of course, certified socially awkward. Another was Jaune, just as obviously, certified awkward dork. But the final one was someone they really didn't want to see, someone who had been admitted out of the infirmary just recently. Someone whose nose Jaune had broken alongside his entire face. Someone who actually looked better with a broken face than with his normal sneer.
Vero fucking Tear.
Oh yeah, having Jaune cave in Vero's face was so very satisfying. As for the guest who reviewed "Are you going to throw in this fucking OC everywhere? Because he's shit, you know." Yes, I know. And probably yes. In my "headcanon" he attends Beacon and is obsessed with Ruby so I'm sorry but yeah. He won't probably won't play a role like he did in Trail of Blood (villain) but he'll probably be at least mentioned. So I'm sorry, but if you like my stories I fear you'll have to read of him too.
And now, explanation: how could Ruby's Aura protect Jaune if Jaune's Aura arrow vanished? Because Ruby (the source) was still out of Vero's sphere of negation, while once released the arrow only had itself (not Jaune any more) as Aura source.
And now... OMAKE TIME!
VERO TEAR GETS TORN A NEW ONE
Vero Tear blinked and looked around. That… was weird. The last thing he remembered was facing the pathetic weakling and the fuckable loli. Then there had been a flash of red, black and blue light, and he had found himself in a dark room with just one door… locked.
Then said door opened.
The first man to enter was a tall man with brown hair and a black mask with red glass eyes to cover his upper face. He had red light armour in the form of bracers and greaves, and a pauldron on his shoulder with a black symbol of burning flames with two feathery wings sprouting from them. He also wore a dark grey hoodie and black jeans with black boots. Criss-crossing his red belt there was a silver chain, and on the belt itself hung ten shortswords similar to daggers. "Finally we meet, Vero Tear…" he chuckled, making the boy freeze. His voice promised pain, agony, torture, torment, excruciation and eternal sufferance. His name was Zeke Phoenix.
The second man was a lithe man with dark brown hair and a single silver eye, a silvering metal mask covering the whole right side of his face. His armour was just a black chestplate, and under it he wore a black Gothic tailcoat jacket with violet accents. He seemed to have cybernetics for arms and legs as well, sleek and deadly-looking cybernetics. On his back, Vero could see the black handles of two swords, and two mechanical bat wings full of blades and gun barrels. A violet symbol, a rose with two dragon wings, sat on his chest. "We were looking forward to meet you…" he added with a half-grin, the other half lost under the mask. His name was Khorevis Argento.
The third was the tallest. He had dark brown and brown-green eyes, with the green colour focused around the pupil. He wore a white armour with Lightning Dust blue accents, composed by a chestplate, gloves, rerebraces, armoured boots and a visor. On his gloves sat Lightning Dust outputs, although for what use Vero didn't know. Slung on his back there was a bastard sword, and at his hip hung a combat dagger. "We are going to teach you a lesson you will never forget," he grinned as he closed the door behind him. His name was BlōdFȳr RedNight.
Vero Tear felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Now… let the lesson begin," stated Phoenix as they all drew their weapons.
Soon, the Multiverse was filled with his screams.
Zeke toyed with him cruelly, slicing into him repeatedly and using his Semblance, Inferno, in short bursts of flame to cauterize his wounds. He also had fun keeping the boy up in the air, kicking him back up every time he fell, and he had no qualms about using his silver chain as a whip to tear flesh and skin off him.
Khorevis's slashes were faster but lighter, like blades in the wind. He used his clawed and bladed cybernetics to shred flesh and used Wind Dust circuits in them to push air into Vero's bloodstream. His bladed wings cut heavier but slower slashes, and he used his mechanical bladed legs to kick even stronger.
BlōdFȳr wasn't far behind. His sword cut and sliced with ease through flesh and bone, and he often used his Lightning Dust to heighten Vero's perception of pain by overloading his nerves. He also used his combat dagger to carve pieces out of the boy's body. His Semblance, Fire of the Stars, activated to keep him from bleeding out, cauterizing the wounds.
Eventually, the screams died down, and the Multiverse was silent again.
In the room stood the three men, now bloody and satisfied. They all sheathed their weapons and grinned at each other, nodding once, before they walked out of the door. Zeke was even whistling a happy motive. On the floor, abandoned, remained what once was Vero Tear, now a bloody heap of flesh and bone, broken and unrecognizable.
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Vero Tear snapped out of his trance with a barely contained scream, the weakling and the loli long gone. He looked around and realized he was completely alone. Then he looked down and realized that he might've been able to contain a scream, but his body hadn't contained anything else. The front of his pants was wet, and the rear was brown.
Then he caught a flash of flaming red, night black, and electric blue with the corner of his sight. Looking in that direction, he saw three very familiar men, grinning at him, weapons at the ready.
Vero Tear ran for his life.
Oooooh yeeeeeaaaaaah! It's soooo nice to be evil! Now, you might know already but let me introduce the people. They are the "alternative versions of Remnant" of three Writers. Zeke Phoenix is LordHellPhoenix. Khorevis Argento is Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh (me). BlōdFȳr RedNight is lordrednight.
And we all enjoyed beating Vero down.
Next chapter: You Seriously Fucked Up. Self-explanatory, plus a bit of Jaune-Ruby talk since there has been very little thus far.
So now that I'm happy about having managed to post the Omake, bye bye!
Until next time,
A very happy and evil Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh