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Chapter 70

Jaune had never been up on the walls of Vale before. They weren't like you would have expected walls to be – flat surfaces, crenulations and defensive structures. They were flat on top, but it was as wide as a road and completely flat. No fortifications to fight off an enemy army, no cover and no spots from which to fight down from. There was the tiniest of raised lips, but it was only enough so you didn't accidentally fall off.

Occasionally, a gun emplacement would break up the monotony, huge things with bunkers built around them and their barrels angled up toward the sky. They were for Nevermore and other aerial threats that might fly over the walls and harass the citizens within. Ground-based Grimm were dealt with by Huntsmen.

It was amazing to think the wall surrounded so much of Vale and yet he'd never paid attention to it. The thing was gargantuan and yet when you looked out over the city, you didn't tend to see it. There had to be some architectural shenanigans going on there. Maybe the buildings in the city had been made taller to obstruct the view of the wall. Either way, for all that the wall would prove the largest obstacle for the Grimm to overcome, it was remarkably indefensible.

"Some walls are made to be defended," Ironwood remarked. "And then there are some that are just made to be walls."

"Seems a waste that it isn't both," Jaune said.

"Indeed. I can only imagine budget was an issue. That or how many could be mustered to do so. These are much taller than Mantle's walls so most Grimm on the ground will never be able to scale them. You'd need millions to form a natural ramp."

"Salem knows that."

"Yes."

"Which means she'll have a plan to get around the walls entirely," Jaune finished sadly.

Ironwood sighed. "Yes."

"You're the General. How would you get around them if you were invading?"

"Concentrated aerial assault." The General hummed as he assessed the nearby anti-air weapons. "Those are fine for small and medium-sized threats, but I'd fill the air with battleships. You would take some down, I grant, but there wouldn't be enough fire to drive us off. Then it's a case of dropping troops straight into the city. Salem may have an equivalent. The last time she attacked Vale – or Cinder did – she took over our battleships and used a Grimm dragon."

Jaune eyed the man warily. "I hope you've updated your firewalls."

"Obviously! Our Knight-unit droids were hacked en masse. Our entire systems were taken down. The first thing I did after getting back to Atlas was vet every single person working in our systems departments and then commission an entire overhaul of our systems. Every. Single. System. Droid, Paladin, Knight, even our unmanned drones and the computers used by our clerks. It's all been redone and strapped with the best security lien can buy."

Jaune nodded. He'd only asked to be sure, but he could see why the question might be insulting. It was ridiculous to think Ironwood would do nothing after he'd had everything ripped out from under his control. You'd need to be some kind of moron to assume that wouldn't happen again.

"Watts is gone but that's no reason to assume they won't have the same capabilities," Ironwood continued. "I'd like permission to man the wall with artillery. The streets of Vale aren't great for it and I want to cover the freeway in tanks."

"Won't that mean your artillery will be the first to fall?"

"If we assume they're going to enter the city by air then they'd fall wherever I placed them. This way, they'll have the best chance to do the most damage. And if all the Grimm are dropped within the city, they may actually go ignored. The only other options are that they have the strength to break the walls down or the ability to tunnel under. Both are possible, but if they have a Grimm big enough to shatter the wall, we want my biggest firepower on said wall to take it down."

"Fair enough. I suppose Huntsmen on the wall is pointless anyway."

"Hmm." He nodded. "The Grimm will get in the city. If they don't, we'll win without ever needing them as my artillery bombards the horde outside to pieces. Assuming this won't be that piteously easy, Salem has a way inside."

Air really was the most likely bet, though they couldn't rule out subterranean. The simple way of knowing was that Salem had technically attacked once before, even if it was through Cinder as a proxy. The attack on Beacon relied on two tactics – the Dragon air dropping Grimm into the city, and the White Fang smuggling Grimm in. They'd ignored the wall that time as well and it worked, so Salem wasn't likely to change a winning strategy.

"Is there anything we can do against subterranean assault?" Jaune asked. "We could maybe shore up the tunnels from Mountain Glenn."

"I'll have drones monitor the city," Ironwood offered. "Other than that, not really. We should be able to detect tremors if something was digging a sufficiently big hole under the city, but aside from moving out of its way, there isn't much we can do."

"Guess we'd need to kill it as it comes up."

"I could have demolitions teams seal an entrance up if the Huntsmen cleared the area. And my battleships could drop a payload down such a tunnel. I can't say Vale will appreciate the sinkholes, but there's not much choice otherwise."

"As long as the city stands…"

"True." The General looked out over the forests outside Vale again. "How go the evacuations?"

"They're going…"

/-/

"Sir, this is for your own protection."

"Fiend! Foul! There's no King of Vale and I won't take no orders from a man who thinks he is. Begone!" A wooden stick bounced off Blake's head. And her aura. It didn't do any real damage, but it certainly did annoy her.

Don't snap at the ninety-something year old man. Don't snap. You are a huntress. You are polite.

"Sir. This is an evacuation to Atlas. It is temporary. No one is trying to take away your freedoms." When the response was another angry tirade and an ineffectual beating, Blake sighed and turned to the man's partner.

The elderly woman carrying a tiny puppy shrugged her shoulders helplessly, as though to ask what she was meant to do. Hm. Maybe calm down her husband? Maybe step in on the side of the young huntress having a rough day and being beaten by him? Blake caught the next swing of the stick and yanked it out his hands.

"See!" he cried. "See! Violence! Abuse!"

"I'll show you abuse-"

"Blake," Ruby called from where she was helping a much calmer and nicer old man along on a wheelchair.

"-by abusing you with kindness." Blake finished with a hefty cringe. "And the first stage of that will be kindly helping you not wear yourself out by swinging this stick around. Now, let's get you to the evacuation vehicles."

Blake took hold of the man's wheelchair and began to push. That didn't stop him ranting and raving. He shouted about conspiracy theories, the Government's desires to take their free will away and something called `chemtrails` and how they were brainwashing people. Obviously not brainwashing people well enough, or she wouldn't be forced to sit through all this!

"Faster!" Ruby's old charge said excitedly, pulling his cane up into his lap. "Show me how fast you can go, girl."

"Heh. If you're sure!" Activating her Semblance, Ruby sped off with the wheelchair bouncing wildly.

"Wohoooo!" the old man yelled.

Blake glared at their backs. Lucky, stupid, annoying team leader always getting the happy old people. The fact the old woman a) wasn't helping and b) kept baby-talking to her dog, didn't make her feel any better, especially not when they got close to the evacuation vehicles and the man started shouting for rescue from the White Fang member who had him. It was even more annoying because he had that conspiracy theory right.

Atlas soldiers moved forward to take the couple off Blake and help them onto the truck. Pets were allowed on – encouraged even to keep negativity low and thus not draw any Grimm. The small village far outside of Vale was slowly becoming a ghost town thanks to them, the soldiers and several other assembled teams. The same scene would be repeating all over Vale as outlying towns and villages in the Grimm's path were evacuated.

Not everyone was so annoying about it. To be fair to them, about ninety-five per cent of the village had heard the broadcast over the CCT and were waiting with suitcases packed. They'd been easy to get on board and genuinely happy to see their saviours. Blake had thought it a sign of how easy the mission would be.

It'd been a trap. A ruse to lower her guard.

Or, well, not. They'd been genuine people and they were already on their way to Vale. The problem was the obstinate, the defeatist and – and in a bizarrely amusing way – the preppers.

"Blake!" Yang yelled. "We've got another bunker. Need your help."

Several soldiers groaned and one jokingly offered her some explosives. Blake jokingly considered accepting and then not-so-jokingly utilising them but decided against it. It'd get someone in trouble. Instead, she followed the sound of Yang's voice past a rather small and neat looking home to a far more ramshackle wooden shed out the back. Inside said shed stood Yang, arms crossed, lips flat. And at her feet, a manhole cover with a ladder leading down. She could vaguely hear Weiss within speaking to someone.

"Underground bunker," Yang said. "This is, what, the fourth so far?"

"We live in a world with Grimm, Yang. I'm surprised more people aren't like this."

"Honestly, I say we leave them. They say they're fine."

They weren't, though. While those Grimm-day preppers might have had the right idea, it should only be used when it was a literal case of life and death. This wasn't. They had a perfectly good evacuation to Atlas waiting, and the Grimm would be able to sense and locate them with ease. Breaking through the several inch steel vault door Blake found at the bottom of the ladder would be harder, but not impossible. Yang splashed down behind her.

Weiss was already there, looking more than a little uncomfortable in the dank gloom and banging the hilt of Myrtenaster on the door. "We're here with evacuation," she shouted through it. "You're being taken to Atlas where you will be perfectly safe."

"You're not fooling me." The voice that came back through was muffled by the thick steel. "Civilisation has fallen and you're a roaming vagabond looking to trick me and steal all my cans of beans. I'm not letting you in."

"I am Weiss Schnee! The last thing I need is baked beans! And civilisation hasn't fallen!"

"Lies. It's been months since the broadcast."

"It's been two days!"

"…" The silence was awkward. There was a cough on the other end. "H-Has it…?"

"Yes!"

"Society is still up and running…?"

"Yes!"

"Are you lying to me?"

"Ye- I mean no!"

"Ahah! I knew it! You won't fool me, raider!"

"No wait. Come back!" Weiss slumped against the metal, banging her hilt on it. "Damn you. Are you walking away from me? No one walks away from Weiss Schnee! Get back here so I can rescue you! Are you listening? Are you ignoring me!? Gahhhh!"

Blake brought a fist up to her mouth and coughed.

Weiss flinched and whirled around, face pale. "D-Did you hear that?"

"Oh yeah," Yang said, grinning. "What was it you told me earlier? Weiss Schnee, master of negotiation? Nice job. I could feel how moved he was."

Blushing, Weiss spun the chamber on Myrtenaster and stepped away from the door. "Negotiations are technically not yet over. I'm simply moving to a more direct channel." A white sigil appeared in the air. A humanoid figure stepped out, armoured from head to toe in… well, armour. "Knight!" Weiss said imperiously. "The knave within has offended me. Bring him out here so that I might speak with him."

The hulking figure stared at her and then turned to the door, readying its giant weapon. With a ferocious crash and a screech like two filing cabinets making love, the thing's weapon punched through the door. It dragged it down, carving an opening while someone inside squealed unhappily. Without a word, the Knight trudged through the hole it had made, while Weiss watched with a pleased smile.

"Simp," Yang muttered.

Blake ignored her. Most sane people did. "I take it this isn't your first prepper of the day," she said to Weiss.

"Not even. The last ones were much more reasonable, though they made me sign a contract to say I'd never speak of where their bunker is. Really. Do they think I'm going to come out my way to raid their bunker for whatever ready meals they have? Still, I can admire their forward thinking in taking security into their own hands."

"Hm. As little as it'd work."

"Not everyone can be a huntsman or huntress. If it buys them time for rescue, it's worth the effort."

This one hadn't bought its owner much time. He came out screaming and dragged by one ankle. The Knight dropped him at Weiss' feet and knelt on one knee. Weiss smiled, kissed her fingers and placed it against the Knight's helmet before dismissing it.

"Siiiiimp," Yang droned.

"Y-You're Weiss Schnee!" the dirty looking man on the floor gasped. He genuinely did look like he'd been in his bunker for months and months. "You mean civilisation really is still alive up there? I was sure it fell when Beacon was attacked!"

"Beacon hasn't been attacked yet," Weiss groaned. "Like I was saying, Headmaster Arc is ordering an evacuation-"

"Arc? Who is that? I thought Ozpin was the headmaster…"

The three of them froze. Yang snickered and Blake palmed her face, daring to ask, "Was the Vytal Festival close when you decided to lock yourself away?"

"Well yeah. The Grimm were attacking during it."

"Oh for the love of…" Weiss groaned and pointed to the ladder. "That was months ago, but we beat them back easily. Your whole village has been living normally since then! Get up there and get evacuated or I swear I won't be responsible for what I do."

The man scurried away and up the ladder with a cry of "Sunlight! I can see the sun!" at the top.

Blake took a moment to look into his bunker and grimace at the sight of so many opened cans of beans, plastic barrels of water and the smell. It was a nauseating cross between baked beans, sweat and human waste. She pinched her nose and backed up to the ladder.

"Please tell me that's the village evacuated," Weiss said with a sigh. "I don't think I can handle this much longer. A child arguing they don't want to leave a treasured teddy bear behind is one thing, but why are there so many adults acting the same way?"

"A lot of settlements outside the walls are pretty independent," Yang said. "Patch was the same, but it's close enough to Vale to fall under its umbrella. I've heard that some have their own laws, their own cultures and their own sets of rules. Might not appreciate Vale coming down on them like this."

Yang wasn't incorrect. There were numerous faunus settlements which sprung up on those same virtues, especially in Atlas. Not everyone was willing to leave their homes and go to Menagerie, and not everyone who lived outside the city thought well of the city or the Council that ran it. Some were criminals on the run, people in self-exile or those who had been let down. Then there were those who had just been too poor to live in the city and so had been thrown to the wolves. Remnant wasn't always kind.

"At least we're done with this one," Blake said, hauling herself up the ladder. The cleaner air up top was so much nicer, and she was glad to see the prepper had run off for the trucks. Those were blaring their horns. "Last call is in," she said downward. "Come on."

The three of them met up with Ruby as she spoke to one of the soldiers. "Oh, here they are," she said.

"And that's Team RWBY." The soldier marked it down. "Nice job. We're fairly sure we have everyone, but we'll do a final scan of the area. Most of the evacuees are already on their way back to Vale. We can handle the rest of the work here. You've got new marching orders."

Yang groaned. "Again?"

"Sorry miss." The soldier shrugged. "We're all working. I've just uploaded it to your leader's scroll. There's a Bullhead ready to take you." The man nodded and walked off, leaving them to crowd around Ruby's scroll as she opened it.

"Well?" Weiss prompted. "Tell me it's not another village evacuation."

"We're off to Mountain Glenn."

"Again?" Blake asked. "Why?"

"According to this General Ironwood wants to fully bomb out the tunnels the train used to reach Vale the last time. He says we'd best know where it is, and our job is just to lead his teams there so they can make sure it's fully sealed."

"Miss Goodwitch sealed it on Vale's end, but it makes sense that isn't much of a stopper," Weiss said.

"Didn't we drop all those bombs along the tunnel?"

"They must think it better safe than sorry."

"Can't say I disagree," Ruby said, putting her scroll away. "And hey, at least we're not having to evacuate more people. We might even get to fight some Grimm."

It was a sign of how bad the day was that they genuinely cheered at the prospect.

/-/

"Menagerie is prepared to defend Vale from the ocean," Ghira Belladonna said. "As it did Atlas. That said, we wish to be recognised as the fifth Kingdom of Remnant."

"This is ridiculous!" a Councillor argued. "You're holding us hostage. You're asking us to sign a deal before you'll assist!"

"What's ridiculous is you asking us to die for you. Vale has no navy to speak of, so we'll be alone out there. There's no wall over the ocean so it's a clear route into the city. I could ask for favourable trade, immunity and so much more. All I'm asking is for us to be recognised."

It was more than that. He was asking for them to be considered a similar entity to the four Kingdoms on the negotiation board. That was kind of a big thing. In terms of raw population, Menagerie wasn't much of a Kingdom, but if you went by how much each Kingdom contributed to this and the defence of Atlas, it was better than Mistral and Vacuo combined. Both those Kingdoms had been gutted and would be offering up only a smattering of independent huntsman and what supplies they could spare.

Menagerie was offering a navy – and quite a bit of that navy would be either huntsman-trained or only a little below it. For as much as there'd been chaff in the White Fang, there'd also been decently trained people like Adam and Sienna.

"I cannot ask my people to die for no reason," Ghira said. "Think of it less as extortion and more than I need some way to motivate them. Knowing that they fight for the recognition of Menagerie will do wonders for their morale."

"Soldiers should follow orders."

"They are not soldiers."

"White Fang is what they are," someone argued. "Or ex-White Fang. You can't trust someone that was once a criminal. Uh." The Councillor suddenly realised who else was in the chamber. "No offence to our esteemed representative from Beacon."

Roman Torchwick puffed on his cigar. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"Why is Torchwick here dealing with us?" another asked. "Where is Headmaster Arc?"

"Liaising with General Ironwood on the fortifications and defence of the city," Roman said lazily.

"W-Well. I can't fault that. He's clearly busy. How about Deputy Headmistress Goodwitch?"

"Handling the evacuation of frontier towns and villages."

"Necessary work," the councillor stammered.

"I can ask Port to handle this instead of me if you like. You all seemed to appreciate the way he explained the Grimm to you. I'll happily bow out and let him handle all communications between Beacon and the Council."

Several of them paled and one all but dove across the table to silence the first speaker. "That won't be necessary! You have proven yourself capable and loyal, Mr Torchwick. I'm sure we'll have no problem having you as our representative."

Roman chuckled. "Such kind words. I'm honoured." Finishing his cigar and grinding it down into an ash tray, he faced the council. "Beacon's stance is that we need everything we can get to better our chances. Recognition for Menagerie is a small thing now and probably a big help later. Marginalising the faunus after all they've done won't win us any favours. Might even make some bright minds think that maybe their message had more clout when the White Fang were delivering it."

"You're saying they might resort to terrorism if we refuse?"

"What I'm saying is that Beacon and every single person fighting for their lives here is going to have strong questions if Menagerie sails away. And I'm sure that if Vale does fall, then before the Grimm come to finish you off in Atlas, the people will find you, blame you and make sure you suffer for having tossed away our chances of victory because of petty lobbying from certain groups."

"You can't just demand what you want from us, Torchwick. This is a democracy."

"No. It's an oligarchy. And if there's one thing I know about people like that, it's that they'll do anything to protect the power they have. Yours is tied to the survival of Vale. I trust you'll make the right decision."

And if not, he wasn't above reminding people just why he'd been so successful at avoiding capture. A little microphone being fed to Lisa Lavender currently hidden under his lapel would nicely capture the incriminating evidence that would just so happen to leak to the media. From there, it would be one short scandal to a new Council that might be more amicable to their ideas. At this point, not even Ironwood would blame them.

"Vale will acknowledge Menagerie as the fifth Kingdom," the Council eventually said, saving him the trouble. "But we cannot promise Atlas, Mistral or Vacuo will do the same."

"Thank you." Ghira bowed his head. "Menagerie will stand with Vale."

As the Council filed out and they did too, Roman slid up to the giant man cutting a way through the crowd. Ghira had a way of making people part around him – he was just that intimidating, even if Kali took sadistic pleasure in telling everyone he was really just a big softie.

"So," Roman said. "If they'd said no, would you have left?"

"Of course not." The giant looked ahead as he answered. "Menagerie will fall if the Kingdoms do. Our fates are tied."

"Then it was all a ruse?"

"Not all. Our people have fought and bled for Atlas. Many are exhausted and don't like the sound of a second battle, even less so when we won't be catching the Grimm by surprise. This news will energise them, especially the former White Fang among them. And you, Torchwick? You don't strike me as one to fight a losing battle."

"Eh." He flicked out a cigar and dusted it on his sleeve. "When my backs up against the wall, I can fight as good as any other. Besides, I have to live long enough to walk Neo down the aisle. Or fight her down it, knowing that psychotic little minx."

"Ah." Ghira chuckled. "The same for me. Not that Blake will tell me anything of her interests in Vale…"

"Sounds like her."

"I heard she dated with you at the Schnee ball."

Roman inhaled, choked on and spat out his cigar. It bounced off an important dignitaries back. He looked behind him ready to shout, only to see Ghira and Roman and think better of it, scurrying away quickly.

"H-Hey now," Roman gasped. "There's a good explanation for that!"

"I believe there were also images on young Yang's scroll that showed you feeding her by hand."

"Good explanation for that, too!"

"And you danced together."

"Oh come on…"

Ghira stopped and stared down on him. "You will treat my daughter well."

"I know you're fucking with me here, big man. I saw you pull it with Jaune as well when she made out with him on Atlas TV. I'm not falling for it! I'm way too old to fall for this crap."

"Blake Belladonna-Torchwick. Or shall it be Torchadonna?"

"It absolutely will not be Torchadonna!"

"I am not sure what I think of ginger Belladonnas…"

"Oi! We have souls, you ass. Our aura proves so. Even our ginger robots have souls!"

/-/

The outlying villages took five days to evacuate.

It was on the sixth day that Atlas contacted General Ironwood to let him know the refugee shelters had been prepared, with enough food and drink from Vacuo and Mistral imported to feed everyone comfortably.

Those coming from the villages were sent via portal first – with Qrow arriving in Atlas to serve as the anchor so that Raven could open them again. It took hours to get everyone across. Not three or four or eight, but closer to forty hours. By the end of it, Raven looked about ready to pass out and had to be escorted away by Tsune. They were about three quarters of the way through the outlaying evacuees, which meant it would take another week at least to evacuate the entire city.

"I'm going to ship some by air," Ironwood decided. "Raven was valuable in Atlas because we were in a rush and there were less people to move. If this is going to take as long as it would to fly some over, we may as well do both."

"Yeah. That's fine." Jaune said.

"I'll instruct Roman to have the council announce it," Glynda said. "If we do this without explanation, people might get it in their heads the Grimm are moving and start to panic. This is orderly so far. Let's keep it that way."

"Good point. Any movement from the Grimm?"

Ironwood shook his head. "None yet. We've detected activity on the outskirts toward the ocean. That might be a sign she is crossing over soon. That would still give us time to ship people over and fly back in time for the defence."

"Your family arrived this morning," Glynda told him.

"I know." Jaune smiled. "I got a chance to see them briefly and I'll be spending the afternoon and evening with them. Ansel was the easiest place to evacuate yet according to Team RVNN. Dad and the other huntsmen there had everyone ready to board the transports the second they arrived."

"Ansel is practically a retirement home for huntsmen," Oobleck pointed out. "That's hardly a fair comparison."

Meh. He was still proud of the fact. Not everyone had been so helpful, and a few villages had to be more forcefully evacuated. He wished it wouldn't have come to that and he'd suggested leaving them on the idea that Salem would be gunning for Vale and not any far-flung villages, but Ironwood was against the idea. There was too much chance the negativity from the attack would swallow them whole, and news like that would have all those souls in Atlas struck by sorrow. Another way to start a second siege in Atlas.

Good news was important. They had to not only be seen to do the right thing but minimise any chance of negativity among the citizens. That was a good part of the reason why the refugee shelters in Atlas were sparing no expense. They were going to be more like hotel rooms than tents, with fine meals, plenty of activities and even day care centres for children. It sounded ridiculous, but if that many migrants started to feel mistreated or unwelcome, it would be a disaster.

"No one will thank you for dragging them away from their homes, Arc, but it must be done." General Ironwood gripped his shoulder in a rare display of solidarity. "There are times when you cannot make everyone happy, times of crisis where the correct course of action might be the unpopular one. At those times, you must do what is best for the people – not what they want."

"They will understand and respect it later," Oobleck said. "When this is over and they come back safe and sound. You can't expect them to enjoy it until then. Even those who accept why it is necessary won't enjoy the experience. Think of it like a surgical operation. Unappreciated, but necessary."

That was a strange analogy but probably an apt one. No one liked going to the doctor or being told they needed to do intrusive tests on you, many of which hurt, but they did it with your best interests at heart.

"Sir!"

The shout came from Clover, one of Ironwood's Ace-Ops team. He looked haggard and alarmed, which didn't do much for any of them. They turned as one, Ironwood waving for him to ignore propriety and speak.

"An update from Winter, sir. The drones have visual on Salem crossing the ocean."

"And the horde? Are they dispersing?"

The one in a million gamble. The small, but possible, chance that Salem would have decided that attacking now was too much of a risk, and that she could better use her immortality to wait another hundred years for them all to die. It felt like they were pushing the problem away in hoping for it, but she was immortal. There was no killing her. You couldn't just fight and defeat a flood or a volcano. All you could do was adapt and survive it. Find ways to mitigate the damage. This would have been one such way.

From her point of view, it might even be reasonable. The whole world was alerted to the threat and ready to defend it, so why not wait until the heat died down? She had the Relic of Destruction and had lost half her useful followers. Plus, he'd put himself up as a madman willing to bring back the Brother Gods and end them all. He'd hoped she might wait until he died of natural causes – or sent assassins after him. Scary as that was, it would at least buy them all time, and he'd like to see any get past Neo.

It wasn't to be.

"No, sir. There are more Grimm coming from the Grimmlands too. Flyers. They're not moving yet, but they're mustering, and they'll be on the move within days. Winter anticipates we have a few days before she lands, and then maybe one or two more before they move. From there, it's the expected ten days for them to cross the distance between their current position and Vale, assuming no detours or stops. No sign of her calling this off, General."

"The Relic must be back at her tower," Glynda said. "This is the best confirmation we have of where it is, and if she's drawing more Grimm from there, Team RWBY and Cinder will have even better odds of infiltrating."

"Always a bright side," Jaune muttered, stepping away from the window. "Let's not just pin all our hopes on them, though. Let's drive her back."

"She is immortal," Ironwood reminded them. "She can't be killed."

"There's more than one way to beat someone. Not all of them involve killing…"

So, the new season of RWBY is out I hear. I'll not be watching it until it's all out and I can get an idea for how the whole thing is and whether I want to watch it.

Next Chapter: 6th August

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