Before anything else, I own nothing but the original characters, and content therein related to them. RWBY is owned by RT, and any mentioned creator's work belongs to them, and them alone. Rest in peace Monty, your vision lives on in us all.
CHAPTER 11
Pale simply walked up behind Blake, and she spun around to face him, having heard his footsteps. Blinded by rage, Pale wrapped his hands around her throat, and lifted her up against the wall, choking the life out of her. "It was you wasn't it?! You led them here!" Pale shouted, as tears started flowing once again. Blakes feet kicked off the ground as she tried to knee Pale, and pull his hands away, only serving to anger him more. "You were a friend! I trusted you, and you were working with them!" Pale shouted as he shook Blake against the wall. "YOU KILLED PENNY!" He screamed, spittle flying from his teeth, as his fingers wrapped tighter around Blake's neck. What dim remains of thought Blake could form while so deprived of oxygen, led her to raising her arm, pointing to Adam.
Pale turned his attention into the cafeteria, and without realizing it, dropped Blake, as he saw the man who took his leg, his home, and his family. "You." Pale said through clenched teeth, as Adam Taurus killed an Atlas 3rd year student right in front of him.
Nearer to Beacon Tower, the multiple teams had regrouped, and Siniy found Weiss. Right after crushing a Beowulf under his boot, Siniy scooped her up, and kissed her. Never wanting to let her go. The two shared the moment, even with the cacophony of gunfire and dying grimm all around them. Then the heavy footfalls of giants separated them. Siniy looked left to see two Atlesian unmanned paladins. Their optical visors were red, like the few drones that had been hostile to the group of students.
Siniy set Weiss down, and dropped Two Theaters. The two paladins formed a wall in front of the students, and Coco try as she might couldn't pierce their newer heavier armor with her rifle caliber rounds, even while amped. Siniy took off his helmet, and rolled his shoulders, as he dropped his ammo bag, and ripped his shirt and kit vest off of him. "They are mine." He said, as a few of the hunters in training backed away. "All yours, big guy." Neptune said, as the paladins opened up with laser fire.
Roaring as he charged forward, Siniy held up his arm to absorb the bolts, letting the heat be absorbed for later use. Colliding with the first one, Siniy punched the armored chassis, and felt it dent as the high pressure explosion he unleashed with the hit deforemd the metal. Turning to block an incoming armored fist from the second, he caught the limb, and kicked the robot's leg, damaging some mobility components, causing the machine to limp. Returning his assault to the first mech, Siniy shouted, as he bashed it's armored face, attempting to crack through and break something. When that failed, Siniy had to again prevent being attacked by the second robot. This time, he caught the machine's arm under his own, and then put his back to it's chest, allowing him to toss the metal beast over his shoulder, flinging it into it's partner, not realizing another paladin was coming to assist it's friends.
"Should we help him?" Velvet asked, holding up a hard light copy of Crescent Rose. Siniy got sucker punched by the third mech, then let out another roar, as he struggled to pick up the new 60 ton droid by it's armpit and groin, before ripping it in half with a shout.
"I think he's good." Sun said, as the rest of the team focused on killing the grimm that had started congregating to the living wall of rage. Weiss, no longer content with sitting on the sidelines as her boyfriend fought off two mechs twice his size, ran around the flank, and rodeoed one of the machines, attempting to stab some sensitive exposed component. Realizing that it had an unwanted guest. The paladin reached up and flung Weiss off of it. Reaching out, Siniy caught Weiss before she could hit something, and attempted to drop her off safely, only for his girlfriend to climb up his arm and keep herself locked to his back, an arm on his shoulder, and her feet dug into his belt.
Siniy snorted in acknowledgment of her decision to help him and stay, but he had no idea what she'd planned to do from his back. Siniy went in again, throwing punches at the armored titans, denting what he could with explosive effect, and in one instance he'd ripped the arm off of the first mech he engaged and used it to smack the second. Too preoccupied by attempting to kill the crippled machine, Siniy didn't notice the first mech had cocked it's good arm back. Weiss reacted for him, and for the first time, made a to-scale summon of the first enemy she ever defeated. The sword arm of the arma gigas had appeared like an extra appendage on Siniy's back, and acting of it's own accord, sliced the remaining arm off the paladin.
Siniy turned, seeing the sword having cut the arm off the mech, and acting fast, drove his fist into the crumpled chassis of the mech he was beating on with an explosive punch, and ripped out it's heavy power plant. Spinning on his heels, Siniy bashed the remaining mech upside the head with the 1000 pound hunk of steel, gouging out a section of it's torso, and from there drove his fist into the hole to destroy the machine for good.
In the midst of the chaos no one had noticed Pyrrha and Jaune run into the CCT… Or Halcyone and Yang begin their search for Blake and Pale.
Back in the Cafeteria, Pale raised his rifle and prepared to shoot Adam dead, only for the Bull faunus to swipe the bullet out of the air. Pale then charged, bayonet affixed, with a shout of hatred, only for his enemy to sweep the rifle aside, then follow up with an attack that actually cut clean through the receiver of his rifle. Punching the bull faunus to get an inch in, Pale slipped out his hidden revolver, and took all five shots, the damage being absorbed by Adam's blade. Pale could feel his semblance still building, which meant the damage he was dumping onto Adam, would still be multiplied if it hit him. All he needed was one shot. One bullet in the right place…
Rushing to pick up the remains of his rifle, Pale fanned the hammer of Guerrilla Warfare once it cleared the holster in his rifle stock, all 6 shots being absorbed. Adam chuckled. "That's all 12 by my count… Looks like you didn't learn your lesson… Pale." Adam said, as Pale sneered at him. The sniper pulled the bayonet off of the muzzle of his rifle, and charged at Adam in anger, only for the Bull faunus to shoot his wooden prosthetic, knocking off the unprotected limb.
Falling flat on his face, Pale cussed out Adam as he tried clawing closer to him. "You mother-fucker!" Pale felt the bayonet get kicked out of his grip, and a boot press against his shoulder. Then there was a sudden release of Pressure. Blake, seeing a wounded and defenseless Pale, had come to the rescue.
Amid their intense battle, Pale crawled his way over to his revolver, intent on reloading it quickly, and shooting Adam while he was occupied, only to find that he was completely out of ammunition from his calm rampage to the cafeteria. Laying his head down in defeat, Pale, heard Blake's cry of pain, and the enraged shouting of two blonds he knew.
Yang went in first, and to her folly, had taken the overloaded attack dished out by Adam, all the damage Pale had fed his sword, being returned into Yang. The explosive force was enough to break what glass remained in the busted out windows of the cafeteria, and snuff out the fires that had been started. Yang was flung through the air from the attack, which itself was so powerfull, that it had almost compleatly gibbed her, sending chunks of meat and multiple limbs in every direction, as a thick mist of blood fell from the air.
Halcyone went in second, a bloodcurdling scream emanating from her, as she ran into the fight with Road Rage raised in it's machete form. As it was, she was the inferior swordsman, and with only three short moves, had been disarmed, and kicked into the wall. Not one to be deterred by defeat, Halcyone spat off to the side, and chuckled to herself, the laughs coming out more like wheezes. "Oh what a day…" She said, pulling a high explosive grenade out from her belt. "WHAT A LOVELY DAY!" She shouted, unpinning the frag, keeping the spoon depressed with her fingers as she charged back in, laughing mad.
Adam had not seen such suicidal devotion to kill or maim him in so long, it would almost be frightening. Almost as the key word. Once he'd been engaged by the woman with the frag grenade, he kicked her in the gut, and pulled the grenade out of her hand, throwing it out the window as hard as he could, where it safely detonated. Now with the three girls defeated, and the farmers boy down a leg again. He took a second to gloat.
"Really, four against one, and yet you still lost? It brings me satisfaction to know that your human friends were helpless to save you. The worthless fodder." Adam said, as Pale began crawling along the floor. "And don't think I've forgotten about you Pale." Adam said, as Pale stopped, clearly having given up on trying to crawl away again, like the insect he was. "The pathetic worm that got away." Adam said, spitting on his back as the amputee curled up on the floor. "You were weak when I took your leg the first time, and here you are, the same little boy who thought he could act like a man… I'll give you some credit, you've killed plenty of my officers… But you did it like a coward, like only a human would. Rather than face any of the faunus you killed you shot them in the backs, in their sleep. Murder… Just like a human… Any last words?" Adam asked as he prepared to cut Pale down the middle.
Pale half rolled over, and faced his nemesis. "You talk too much." Rolling off his left side, Pale pointed the pilfered gauntlet shotgun he'd slipped off of Yang's severed left hand, directly at Adam's left kneecap. With his damage having been multiplied, the shot shell did more than was advertised and completely took off Adam's lower leg, causing the faunus to fall onto his back, screaming in agony.
Pale smirked, as he got up onto his good foot, balancing, before hopping over to his fubar prosthetic and weapons, collecting them. "And the favor is returned in kind… I'm not gonna finish you off. I'll show you the same courtesy of a slow painful death by infection you tried to give me… Assuming you don't get eaten by grimm, or bleed out… Might want to put pressure on that." Pale suggested, as Halcyone winced, and attempted to stand. Adam clutched at his leg, and put the spine of his sword in his mouth to prevent the possibility of biting his own tongue off.
"Ah quit your bitching… You'll live… If you cauterize it in the next few minutes." Pale said, as he holstered his bayonet and revolver, then looked over to Halcyone, who was just now on her feet. Not wasitng any time, Pale refited what was left of his prosthetic.
"Grab Yang." Halcyone said blankly, picking up the severed body parts and chunks of meat scattered across the floor. Pale took one look at Yang's dismembered torso, and sighed.
"And put her in a soup can?" Pale asked sarcastically, earning a hateful look from Blake as she sat up, holding her gut wound. "Oh, and don't think you're off the hook Belladonna. You and I are going to have a talk." Still picking up what was left of the blond's body, Pale limped his merry way to the evac point, Yang's torso and attached half an arm over his shoulder, the girl's eyes open but unresponsive.
Author's note. I said it was going to get dark.
On the note of how the group dealt with Adam as opposed to cannon. There's more people now, all of them crippled or injured, and Adam is clearly still above them. Blake can't just truck on through her stab wound and carry three people out with her, Halcyone would get herself killed trying to fight Adam to the death, and Yang is at this point literally a head attached to a torso. So I had to have one of them do something on-brand, and clever, that's Pale's department. Appearing weak, then striking hard, taking Adam's leg in an ironic form of half vengeance. Pale has a moment of post-attempted murder clarity, and decides that Adam is likely to get an infection like he did when his own leg was cut off, and decides to just leave him to die so he can help his friends.
But we ain't done yet, I still got one more chapter in V3 to post, so let's get it.