Sorry, this was late. I don't own RWBY or Fate. I'll continue doing Huntsman of Red reactions, but I'll be doing other things along with it. The next chapter will also be delayed too but it will come out. Have a good week everyone.
"I'm going to get this off my chest right now." stated Qrow. Taking a breath he continued, "The way this 'Archer' was summoned seemed shady. I mean he was summoned by blood, how is that not suspicious? Then there's that vow."
"Yeah, I'm going to be siding with uncle Qrow here. A little girl using her blood to summon a man sounds like a very bad beginning to something horrifying." agreed Yang. You could tell by the way her hand was flexing if she met the guy, he would not have a good time.
"Guy's stop being so protective of other me. I'm sure we would've been warned if other me was in danger. Right?" said Ruby trying to calm them down a bit, but she was unsure, so she asked the question.
"Archer is safe for the most part." answered Yin then whispered, "Well most versions are."
Ignoring the last part Qrow questioned, "Most part? What do you mean?"
"Archer is a Hero. A Nameless Hero to be exact." stated Yin, "In that world the timeline is crossing with another thanks to a certain annoying immortal. Anyway, that world has a 'Throne' where the spirits of dead legendary figures reside. Whether they're Heroes or Villains it doesn't matter as long as they're name is legendary."
That got both Salem and Ozpin interested. For Ozpin he'd gain old friends and acquaintances just by performing a small ritual. He'd finally have a chance at beating Salem. To Salem it'd be her chance to finally get what she wanted all these years. With all those Heroes and Villains there's bound to
"So, Ruby summoned a dead hero that we've never heard of, because he's from a different timeline or world?" inquired Qrow wanting to confirm.
'Sounds like something out of Summer's fantasy novels. She'd probably be ecstatic seeing this.' Thought both Qrow and Raven recalling all the times she forced them to read with her.
"Yes, but Archer is not the typical Heroic spirit. He with the help of a type of Divine entity called Alaya reached the Throne of Heroes as it's called in that other timeline." answered Yin his voice noticeably growing sourer at the mention of the Divine entity.
'That couldn't have been a fair deal. Poor fool probably doomed himself.' bitterly thought Salem.
'If he's the type of person Miss Rose is, he either immensely regrets having taken the deal or is enduring the price of his wish.' sighed Ozpin knowing just how much Divinity twisted wishes and promises.
"So, he cheated his way into a place for Legends?" asked Jaune.
"You can look at it that way. All he wanted to do was help people, and taking that deal allowed him to do so longer." said Yin. 'Isn't there a timeline where Jaune meets Archer instead of Ruby? It was also thanks to that vampire though, wasn't it?'
"What was the price? There's always a price when it comes to divinity." Inquired Salem. Was he just as screwed over as she had been or did, he get a better deal from a not so petty divine.
"He got exactly what he wanted. He knew exactly what he would become and tried to resist but failed in the end." Answered Yin.
"Let's start the next viewing to get more insight. We are continuing this right?" asked Ozpin.
"We are but do you have any questions before we begin." Hearing silence as the only response he started the screen up.
Seeing his master scurry away into the debris of a collapsed portion of the wooden building, Archer sighed.
"I might actually count how many times he sighs in this viewing." whispered Weiss to Blake.
'She's really getting into this.' thought Blake. 'Good she's been tense the entire time we've been here. It's good to see here relax.'
Archer wasn't Archer's true name, but instead a designation of a certain class he was summoned into based on a magic ritual created to materialize what was called the Holy Grail. Seven Masters would summon seven Servants from the throne of Heroes, a location existing outside of the world and its very time axis; preserving within it, the legends of Heroes of time immemorial; Legends long lost in the world of Remnant and spoken of only in myth and folklore.
Since it was info, they already knew no one said a thing.
In regard to the ritual of the Holy Grail itself, the seven Master's and seven Servants would fight in a type of Battle Royal in which the last one standing would obtain the golden chalice with the ability and sheer magical power to grant any one desire. Masters would supply their magical energy or prana, and Servants making use of that, would gain unique skills and abilities to gain an advantage over others. In which case, the Archer class, his class, was best known for projectile proficiency and Independent Action; a skill allowing the Archer class Servants to be near totally independent of their Masters.
'Whoever created this ritual sounds like someone to be hunted down or to befriended.' thought Watts. While he doesn't care for the magical sides of things a ritual of that strength would be an amazing benefit for anyone that isn't combat oriented and with a ton of aura.
'Does that mean I have magic?' looking at her hands Ruby suddenly wondered.
'The existence of Archer shall either help or hinder the plans of that me and Salem.' thought Ozpin. 'Well, it might hinder Salem judging by the way Miss Rose walked up to her tower. I'm at least neutral or allied with her since I wasn't mentioned in her future version's thoughts/monologue.'
'This ritual sounds more like a liability from how he's described it especially the Archer class. What's the use of a servant that will not obey?' processing the information she was given Salem was dissatisfied with whoever made the ritual. 'Unless it was multiple people who created it the ritual makes no sense. Their greed must've won out and now it's a battle instead of what it must've been before.'
In fact, it was the class known to be able to survive the longest without a supply of magical energy from their Masters. Therefore, there was a danger in summoning Archer class Servants for Masters depending on personality.
"Little Red is safe then. From the last viewing it seemed like they're practically the male and female version of each other." said Roman. A thought came into is head making him chuckle, 'The other me is going to be in some deep shit if he runs into either of them.'
"Having a dead male hero as a bodyguard her entire life…" whispered Qrow. 'I don't envy the other Tai or me at all.'
Fortunately, he wasn't a very difficult kind of Archer.
His true name was Shirou Emiya, a fairly recent Hero to enter the throngs of the Throne of Heroes, but even then, due to the obscurity of his heroics, he was simply known as the Nameless Hero. Hair the color of White, and skin a bronze tan, he stood strongly at six-feet tall and wore a crimson mantle shrouding a black skin-tight under armor with matching pants.
"Don't we have a third-year named Shirou Emiya?" Ozpin questioned Glynda.
"I believe we do. He's in team REMS I believe." Her face scrunching up in confusion at the anomaly.
'Really? The Faker is in Remnant? That fucking vampire just can't stop causing problems! There are too many versions of him that end up in another wolrd. This is the fifth time I've had deal with this!' silently raged Yin in his thoughts.
Thinking of the lack of information in his head about the situation, he already understood that his current summoning was far different from what he was expecting. He was a Heroic Spirit, a hero who had accumulated great deeds in life and became an object of worship after death. Summoned, he was expecting to be involved in what seemed to be another Holy Grail War, yet clearly nothing seemed right about the situation.
'Well at least Ruby isn't involved in a battle to the death.' Sighed Qrow and Yang in relief.
From the moment he was summoned, the Holy Grail should've at least provided enough info about the current era to allow him a better understanding of it. This basic procedure was used to even out the playing field and reduce the differences in knowledge between a olden Servants of a bygone era, and the newer servants of a more recent era. In any case, the fact that he understood nothing of the current world left him at a loss for answers, more so when the first inhabitant he saw upon arrival was a soulless monster.
'So, the timeline he's from originally didn't have Grimm? What monsters did he kill or deed did he commit to become a Hero?' Ozpin wondered.
His gaze shifted; his attention drawn towards the fading body of the creature he had killed upon his summons.
It was dissolving fast, the blood, muscle, and bone that compromised its shadow-like body breaking down into ember like pieces that sizzled before being snuffed out in a pallid odorless smoke.
His gray colored eyes watched on silently until the entire thing was no more than a vague imprint on the ground that at least proved its existence.
'Watching to make sure it's dead. Not useless in an unknown situation then.' Raven and Qrow analyzed.
'I almost mistook his eyes for Silver.' Maria thought. 'That would've been nice to see. A legendary silver-eyed hero taking care of young one.'
'I wonder how difficult it'll be for my other self to kill him.' Cinder wondered and frowned, 'There's no reason to doubt the other me yet; all this Hero has done is kill a Beowulf not even an Alpha.'
Scratching at the back of his head, he was already frowning by the time his keen senses picked up the fact that he wasn't alone with the child that had left towards the debris moments earlier. The sounds of growling and clicking were originating from outside the building, the scraping of claws against wood echoing out in the silence.
Wordlessly, he peaked out through an open window of the building to see two more of the same creatures he had just dealt with using the swords still in his hands prowling outside. Judging from the fact that one slash was enough to kill, then perhaps it might've ben overkill to use Kanshou and Bayuka, the swords held in his palms, in the first place.
The two swords were known as Noble Phantasms, powerful armaments using the ingenuity of Humans at their core; embodiments of the ultimate mysteries of a Hero. However, the meaning of Noble Phantasms was somewhat different in regard to him as none reflected his ultimate mystery as the Nameless Hero.
"Mysteries... It's been a while since I heard that term in relation to magic." muttered a reminiscing Ozpin.
'Was the magic side of remnant ever recorded? I don't think I can call Mysteries an anomaly in the report. Hmm, I'll just make a note of it.' Thought Yin a bit calmer than he was earlier.
A breath left his mouth while he contemplated.
In the end though, caution won out when dealing with the unknown. Even though using Kanshou and Bayuka may be more magically taxing than an ordinary weapon, there was something about the creatures before him that made him instinctually weary. Moreover, his current Master wasn't exactly lacking in reserves based on the sheer amount he determined that she may not know she possessed.
'Other me has magic so that means I might have magic too! First thing will be making magic weapons!' an amazed Ruby thought, and everyone could tell what she was thinking from the huge smile on her face.
'Ozma still hasn't taught her anything,' Shaking her head Salem could only smile. 'Just another advantage for me.'
Unknowingly being watched by Ozpin from the corner of his eye he saw her shaking her head. 'I have to let Ruby know of her heritage as soon as I can. Salem and her followers will kill her as soon as they can.'
Then again, his current master was no more than a little child. He wouldn't be surprised if milk and cookies were her favorite snack.
That got a laugh out of everyone who knew her.
"Didn't you mention something about you drinking milk when we fought the first time Little Red?" asked Roman a smug smirk on his face.
"My names Ruby and yes I did. So, what if I look cookies and milk? It helps my semblance and stuff!" an increasingly defensive Ruby replied.
"Nothing, Nothing. If it's for your semblance I ain't gonna mess with you." Replied Roman waving it off. If it helps you fight no point in teasing someone about it after all.
He shook his head as his thoughts reached such an irrelevant topic. The time to think was over. Instead, he would find his own answers after dealing with the two before him. His arms positioned themselves in a throwing motion, one crossing over the other, Kanshou a blade of black, and Bayuka, one of white gripped loosely. In the next moment, he whipped the swords forward in an arc that sailed across the air.
Whistling noises echoed out amidst the falling leaves of the forest, and by then it was too late. Like rotating buzz saws, the two swords stabbed into the two creatures before him. Caught off guard, death was imminent.
By this point, he had already shifted his attention away and back towards the building he was summoned in. In regard to the creatures he had just faced, instinct was telling him that they had probably weren't the strongest of whatever monstrosity they were, but this was all the more reason to find answers.
Upon entering the building again after stepping out onto its roof to get a clear shot with his swords prior, he didn't move in the direction of his master. Instead, he moved towards the old tome illustrating the very magic circle related to the ritual that had summoned him. Picking it up, he was quick to browse through the faded pages, but could find nothing of relevance aside from the insignia of a floating butterfly left in blue ink at the back of the tome.
His mind got to work with that clue, yet he decided it was better for him not to think about it, more so when he was starting to develop a vague of idea of what had happened and who just may have been inadvertently behind things.
'Fucking vampire.' Yin thought his anger coming back for a moment.
He felt a headache coming on. Still, he suppressed it and decided that now was the time to get to know this new Master of his.
He found her in the rubble, sitting blankly on her butt while staring at another girl who was knocked out; a trail of blood streaking down from her temples and a large bruise forming on her right side focused mostly on her arm. Recalling how his Master dashed off earlier while calling out a random name, the injured was most likely the 'Yang' his master called out for.
"Doesn't look that bad honestly. Did other me have my aura unlocked before that?" Yang wondered aloud, but not getting an answer. Her question got her a look from Qrow as if saying 'You think having your body thrown across the room like a doll isn't that bad?' to which she shrugged.
From the moment he got close, he noticed the way his Master turned to him, her cheeks puffy and complexion somewhat pale. She was trembling, the glistening of her eyes more than enough indication that she was about to breakout into tears.
"Y-You have to help her." His Master's voice entered his ears, wobbly and distraught, somewhat high-pitched too. She didn't ask anything he wasn't already intent on doing.
"Glad he got to it fast," muttered Qrow.
He knelt down on a knee, inspecting Yang closely to make sure she wasn't mortally wounded. Considering the build and relative strength of the creatures before, he found it almost illogical how Yang didn't have too serious of an injury. Aside from a few bruises that he knew would take a while to heal and a minor concussion that had knocked Yang out, she would be fine with the rest.
"She'll be fine, Master." He said, getting back onto his feet.
Hearing his words, his Master perked up before nibbling uncertainly on her thumb.
"R-Really?" She asked.
"Yes. She just needs rest."
Hearing his admission, he could literally see the flood of relief that came over his master's face before it scrunched up.
"Who's Master?" She asked confusedly, unsteadily getting up onto her feet while shyly averting her gaze. It would seem that now that Yang was healed, his Master finally understood that she was talking with a stranger and grew somewhat weary, her fingers twiddling together.
"Not going to lie that's kind of cute." muttered Emerald.
"She is so cute as a kid. She looks like she got caught taking cookies from the jar." muttered Weiss.
Yang overhearing her chuckled and said, "Yeah, she had that exact same look every time we caught her and Mom. It became a little game with Uncle Qrow, Dad, and me hiding the cookies. While Mom and Ruby sniffing them out and eating them." Getting a few laughs from those who listened making Ruby blush in embarrassment.
"You suck Yang," said Ruby giving her sister a small punch in the arm.
Yang before turning to the screen replied with, "I got more stories to share Ruby. I'm just waiting for the right time. Don't worry I'll include Blake and Weiss in on the fun" Getting a horrified look from her team thinking of all the weird stuff they've done.
"You are," he replied, crossing his arms and watching his Master intently.
"Me? No!" She denied, shaking her head. "I'm Ruby. Mama's little Rose." Ruby's voice sounded confident, proud in fact.
"She reminds me of Summer when she was a child.' Reminisced Salem. 'Their personalities are similar.'
It was a shame though that it hardly reflected her body's actions. Her head was facing timidly towards the floor, her arms by her side as he took note that one of her hands was holding anxiously onto the shirt Yang wore for support. She was nervous, and he would be a fool not to have noticed, and in fact, any child would act in such a way in this situation.
Being careful not to startle his little Master, he reached a hand out and patted Ruby's head, the warmth in his touch conveying that he had no intention harming her, the friendly smile on his face, even more so. She stiffened at his touch, but gradually she looked up at him, feeling more comfortable after seeing that he meant no harm.
"You're very brave," he complemented, taking his hand back and returning them to a crossed position. "Most children would be scared after seeing such a monster."
Ruby nodded slowly before interjecting in a quiet voice. "Daddy calls them Grimm." she said.
'Grimm?' He thought the name appeared a bit odd, however it seemed oddly fitting in regard to those creatures. "Yes, well, you did well in face of the Grimm then," he changed his complement, giving off a pleasant atmosphere that allowed Ruby to relax.
Unfortunately, he forgot he was dealing with a child. The moment Ruby realized she was out of harm's way and Yang was going to be okay, her attention began to wander as she grew bored. Remembering that she was out of her playpen, her curiosity was subsequently building despite the fear she had felt earlier. In her mind, as long as everything was okay, then she shouldn't have to worry about it.
Wobbling onto her feet, her arms flailing in an attempt to balance better as she was still affected from her earlier fright, she was just about to explore around when suddenly the world grew larger. Her eyes widened, her limbs dangling towards the ground as she felt the strong arm secured around her stomach shift to accommodate her.
"Up you go little one," Shirou said exasperatedly. "This isn't a place for a child to play in."
"…" Ruby didn't say anything, her expression in a pout as her silver eyes stared directly at him.
"No." Was his only response before hoisting Yang up with the other arm and walking out of the abandoned building with both children in tow. Once outside, he realized that it probably wasn't going to be very efficient carrying both Ruby and Yang in the exact way he was doing.
"He's doing a lot better than most people when it comes to saying no to Ruby." Chuckled Qrow. He remembered all the time Ruby walked up to him or Tai and asked for cookies while giving them the exact same look. Saying no was like seeing a puppy get kicked.
'A worthy opponent for other me. He shall fall to the eyes eventually though.' Ruby thought while evilly cackling in her mind.
It wasn't that they were heavy; in fact, he could hardly even feel their weight, but what mattered was that the positioning wasn't too easy on Yang's injuries.
Frowning, he was quick to the wagon Yang had parked besides the building near a growth of fruit-bearing shrubs. It resembled something like raspberry, yet he wasn't quite sure if the food he knew of went by the same name in the place he was summoned. Nonetheless, he deposited Ruby inside the wagon before tenderly placing Yang within on her uninjured side.
"Careful, don't move her too much," he gave Ruby a minor warning knowing that if he didn't, she may grow too restless and shift around inside the wagon.
"Ok," came Ruby's reply.
He nodded before noticing that there was something in Ruby's hands. It was the very tome that he had left behind after inspecting it for relevant information. Similarly, it was the same tome Ruby had used to summon him.
Somehow when he wasn't looking, she must've picked it up. However, it didn't make any sense unless she could somehow move fast enough in the short timeframe when he had placed her down to pull out the wagon which had gotten suck in the shrubs.
With the way she was currently using the old tome, it looked more like she was reading a picture book than understanding what she was actually holding. Then again, he already knew that any remnant magical energy in the tome had already been used up. No matter what she did; it would be no more than regular bound parchments to a hardback tome.
"I was actually kinda worried about that. I mean what if someone else stumbled across the book while it still had magic? They'd have a servant too in little Ruby would be involved in a death battle." Jaune stated his worries. That gave everyone a pause. Would another servant coming start the battle or would they be like Shirou/Archer?
At least with her distracted with designs of magic circles, he could take some time to think. Unfortunately, his belief was too naïve when faced with a curious child who quickly grew disinterested in drawings. Instead, she found it prudent to just stare at him. Lip twitching, he turned his back to her while keeping a steady grip on the wagons handle.
"Which way did you come from?" He asked
"There!" Ruby pointed out.
Ascertaining the route Ruby was conveying with an uncertain expression, he understood that he wouldn't be able to rely on her. He sighed, and then decided on a general direction based on the path pointed out, deciding to look for any sign of wheel tracks he could follow. His efforts paid off with his keen eyesight, and he was soon following the trail.
It was noticeably silent as he walked, the only sound coming from the grating of the wheels over dirt and plant.
One step, then two, he simply continued walking. However, it wasn't long before a tiny voice spoke out.
"Who you?" Ruby asked.
He paused before considering, the wagon coming to a stop. "I supposed the situation is different from what I was expecting, so calling me by my class is probably irrelevant at this point," he muttered, his ramblings only causing Ruby to tilt her head. "Just call me Shirou, a Heroic Spirit." he ended up deciding on.
"Ah here we go," chuckled Qrow.
Ruby fell silent for a moment before furrowing her brow in bewilderment. "Hero?"
"Heroic Spirit," he tried again.
"Hero?"
"…" He turned around to look at her, but seeing the baffled expression on Ruby's face, he decided that he would just relent and explain things when she was older. For now, there was only so much he could do, and that was just go along with it.
"Yes," he nodded his head giving up. "I can be considered a Hero."
"Smart man. If she's anything like Summer, it'll be hard to get through to her if she's set on something. A child summer even more so." viciously grinned Raven. She had a feeling this man would cause her other self some trouble so might as well enjoy his suffering for her.
"Ah!" Ruby gasped in shock, awe present in her eyes. "So, so you fight against bad guys and evil?"
"Mmhmm," he hummed, deciding to ignore the rest of the gibberish Ruby was speaking of with a wry smile.
Eventually, Ruby relented, and he was back to pulling the wagon in silence, yet he felt somewhat guilty for bored expression growing on Ruby's face and decided that he at least had to talk about something.
Recalling her adoration of heroes, he began to speak with the tranquility of the woods in the background. "Have you heard of the Legend of King Arthur? Or about the Shield of Ulster…"
"Hey! Why is the video speeding up?!" interrogated Ruby. It would've been so cool to hear some more stories about heroes, and now it was being skipped over!
"Because, I don't have all day and I assume most of you would rather not hear hours' worth of fairy tales. Sorry Ruby, but I do have some books on the stories he was about to speak of would you like them during the break?" he felt a bit guilty, but he still had to file that report; and see how that cat was doing.
"Okay. Better than nothing I guess..." muttered Ruby and soon pouted. 'My other self is soooo lucky.'
The wagon came to a stop, Ruby looking up at him as he finished telling the tale of the Nibelungenlied.
"More?" Ruby asked expectantly, a shine in her eyes.
"Maybe some other time," he said. "For now, it's best if I go. I might get attacked by accident if I stay any longer." It's hard to predict the actions of a distressed individual.
Ruby didn't understand right away, yet was shocked when she noticed him dematerializing into particles of glowing yellow dust. Before she could even voice out her surprise, someone else appeared in front of her that immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Uncle Q-Qrow?" she stuttered out.
"Okay that's cool. I want to do that." Nora stated to Ren.
"Which one the disappearing or the sensing?"
"Both," she replied.
"The sensing I can teach the disappearing I'm pretty sure is his thing." Ren said.
"I'll figure it out somehow." She spoke. If a dead guy can do it, she could too.
The man currently holding onto her had his black hair disheveled and clothes all wrinkled as if he had just come from drinking. The faded pants he wore felt rough and the buttons on his grey dress shirt were digging into her skin. Moreover, there was a heavy smell of alcohol. She quickly plugged her nose with a hand before squirming.
"Mama said drinking bad. You smell," she complained.
'He ain't like my old man at least. Would've gotten her ass beat for complaining.' Mercury thought frowning at he thought.
Yet even as she tried to protest, Qrow was too busy checking her over before sighing in relief. "You're okay," he sighed out, before his breath was caught in his throat when he noticed Yang in the wagon. "W-What happened?"
Ruby frowned before lowering her head. "Grimm," she said.
She could almost see the way every way fiber of Qrow's body seemed to tense after she had spoken. No words needed to be explained to understand. If Yang was attacked by Grimm, then how was it possible that Ruby was uninjured?
Qrow's expression grew somber. "How long ago did this happen?" Qrow asked.
Ruby raised a finger in response. "One hour," she said.
Qrow grew silent in contemplation, dull-red eyes flashed with a deep intelligence. "I need you to tell me everything that happened," Qrow spoke.
Ruby then nodded her head and began to recount the days events. From the time Yang had brought her out of the house and wheeled her in the wagon, to the events of the abandoned building. The subject of particular notice was when Ruby mentioned her savior, Qrow's expression growing pensive.
"Someone saved you?" Qrow clarified.
Ruby nodded her head. "He was a Hero from the story books!" She said excitedly.
"Then he was a Huntsman. I'll have to give him my gratitude."
Qrow brought a hand under his chin, trying to recall any Huntsman stationed near Patch, but realized that there were none. An off chance then? It didn't matter. What did was that whichever Huntsman it was, they just saved Tai Xiao Long from another tragedy, and that was more than enough for Qrow who couldn't accept the recent news Ozpin had relayed to him.
'Yeah, other me, Tai, and Raven probably are wrecked emotionally.' thought Qrow knowing just how taxing it'll be on them.
"No, he wasn't a Huntsman. He was a Hero," Ruby argued. "He told me so."
"Oh really? I don't suppose he came out of a book too."
Ruby's eyes widened in surprise while Qrow placed a hand over his face.
"This is why you can't believe everything you hear," lectured Qrow.
"But he did come out of a book. Here. This one!" Ruby pushed the old tome she had gotten from the abandoned building up for Qrow to see. Other than the fact it had magic circles, there was nothing else of note from it.
"Yeah, you're right. I definitely believe you," Qrow said while tussling Ruby's hair with a hand. Thereafter, his attention shifted to Yang, knowing this wasn't the time to remain where they were.
Qrow sighed before placing Ruby back in the wagon, ignoring the petulant expression on her face as she understood he didn't believe her from the tone of his voice.
The Heroes spoken of in Remnant's myths and folklore weren't real anyway, at least to some extent from what Ozpin had hinted to him. But there were just some things that were just too difficult to believe. They were more likely just made up by ancient humans as a way to cope. After all, weapons that could blow up mountains or set the world on fire without dust was impossible.
'I'm so going to ask if he can blow up mountains!' an excited Nora thought a huge smile lighting up her face. 'We'll be explosion buddy's if other me finds him.'
And yet, from the betrayed look of expectation on Ruby was staring at him with, it was evident to Qrow that truly believed in such things. He couldn't help but sigh once again, more so when he considered just how close Yang had gotten to having both herself and Ruby killed.
Hearing that Yang couldn't help but wince. She knows it wasn't meant to be a jab; and she deserved it, but it stung a little.
No matter what, he would have to thank the Huntsman that had saved his nieces, but nevertheless, one thing was clear for Qrow while reluctantly watching Ruby making faces at him.
Taiyang was probably going to have it rough for the next couple of years.
'Understatement other me/Qrow.' The Brawen siblings thought.