First and foremost, I have done some edits to chapter 33. I would ask that you go and reread it before carrying on with this one. The changes are not that big, but for you readers to follow what is happening with the story it might be a good idea in order to avoid confusion. My reasons for these changes are presented in said chapter, if anyone cares to read them.

And now on to this chapter. I know it has been quite a while since the last update. But rest assured, I'm not dead. Just having some issues with my life. And some issues with how to handle the events in this issue. It will not be great, but I figured that it was better to just do it and get it over with.

Oh, and one more detail for all RWBY fans:

Penny lives! Stomp!Stomp! Penny lives! Stomp!Stomp! Penny lives! Stomp!Stomp! Penny lives! Stomp!Stomp! Penny lives! Stomp!Stomp!

Patch

"Is that all you - puh - got?" Her left eye was swelling up and she was panting for air. Her fists were up in a boxers stance.

"As a matter of fact Ms. Xiao-Long, no. It is not all I've got."

"Well bring it o-"
Yang did not get to finish as Doctor Oobleck closed the distance between them and delivered feinted a blow to her gut, only to change at the last moment and instead land a jab with his hand to her chin. Yang's world seemed to tilt and slow down for a moment and her brain got rattled inside of her skull from the unexpected blow. But as her opponent prepared to capitalize on his advantage her muscle memory kicked in and she managed to back away from his follow-up blow.

Today Yang was training one-on-one as well as her endurance. Her instructors were all taking turns with sparring with her. Before Ooblec it had been her dad and before him it had been Zwei. Yes, Yang was sparring against her dog as well. The little rascal had proved quite durable and hard to hit. And he could hit like a sledgehammer.
The day before had been two-on-one, the adults and the dog forming pairs against her. Yang still ached from that. She would never look at Oobleck and Zwei the same way again. The experience of Oobleck restraining her while Zwei slammed into her solar plexus had not been pleasant.

Yang snapped back to real time and managed to catch Oobleck's next blow, activating her semblance to hold on and not allow the man a chance to escape. He was a quick footed bastard, so if she managed to restrain him she should be able to reduce his effectiveness. After all, what good is speed is one can't go anywhere? Well, that was what Yang thought as she managed to catch the man's other arm.
"Ha! Good luck getting out of this one." Yang said as she tightened her grip and began to shift her stance to bring her knees into Oobleck's stomach. She was not going to let go of him now. It was payback time.

"Hm, yes. I seem to be in quite a bind here." admitted the doctor, but he did not sound very alarmed despite his reduced mobility and the fact that Yang did have the upper hand when it came to brute force. "But if I can't get free, then I'll just have to work within the parameters presented to me."

"Wha- Urg!"

And just like that had Oobleck, without warning, taken a small jump off the ground, tilted his upper body backwards, and driven his heel right into Yang's stomach. Yang managed to hold on but it was to her detriment and her hold was what provided her teacher with the solid position from which to hit her. The kicks became a blur and Yang had to turn her head in order to keep her face from getting hit as well.
"I'm still not letting go!" she said between gritted teeth.

"Alright. But if I'm not going anywhere -" He began walking on her upper body until he stood at her shoulders. Yang tried to stop him but the strength of her arms not enough to oppose that of his legs. "Then how about I get in some exercise?"

"What?"
Instead of telling her what he was planning, the man instead suddenly squatted down and taking advantage of Yang's confusion, grabbed her just above her elbows. Her grip faltered and he lifted like he was at a gym but with a somewhat altered grip. Yang's body protested as it felt like the man was trying to pull her shoulders out of their sockets. Then, as if to rub salt into her metaphorical wound, Oobleck moved his feet from her shoulders to her face. She struggled to get him off but when her efforts proved fruitless she decided to tilt forward, intent on having her teacher's face slammed into the ground harder than hers. But Oobleck had predicted this move and lifted one of his left and held it out. Their center of gravity shifted in Oobleck's favor and they hit the ground on his terms.

"Your turns is almost over Barty!" shouted Professor Port.

"Right, I'll be done in a yiffy." said the Oobleck and shifted his legs. They went under Yang's body and with the added pull on her arms they lifted her over him, his bent legs between them. "Happy flying!" the man said before putting all he had into launching her away.

Yang felt the wind in her hair as she went up from the ground and away from Oobleck, past her dad and Port and towards the general direction of the house.
'Hey, the house should be just behind me, so I should soon see the-'

"Oh crap, the chimney!"
She quickly shifted and managed to land with her feet against the ordered pile of stone that was the chimney, rather than with her body. She looked down with red eyes at the man who had launched her up on the roof. But Oobleck seemed unconcerned as he began walking towards the house. 'Oh, that's right. His turn was about to end. Then who is up now? Dad? Or maybe Zwei? Please don't let it be Zwei.'

A bell sounded and Yang looked around for her opponent, but saw no one.
"Hey, what gives?"

"Looking for me?" said the boisterous voice of Peter Port as he appeared behind her. Yang started to turn around and sent out a semblance-powered punch at him but it only grazed the man as instead of raising his hands for a bout of fisticups, he got even closer and grabbed her midsection. Without losing a beat or his momentum he leapt off the roof. Gravity took control and Port slammed Yang into the ground with a vicious piledriver.

"Auch. she will be feeling that one tomorrow." said Tai as he watched his firstborn get turned into a dumbass tree with her head driven into the ground. "But that's what she gets for not watching her six."

"Don't be too hard on her. I doubt she expected us to teach her such underhanded methods." said Oobleck as he sat down next to his coffee and Zwei. He took a sip and scratched the dog behind the ear before picking up a book and some writing material.

"Yeah. I bet she would expect those kinds of things from Qrow, not us." Yeah, such things had always been more Qrow's and Raven's thing, what with their pasts as bandits and all. It were crude, unfair but undoubtedly effective methods.

Tai looked over to the scholar. The man had been working on something for a while now, but Tai had no idea what it was. History related, sure, but it was also a given with Oobleck. But if it was so important that it would distract the man from teaching his currently only student, it had to be very important.
"What are you working on?"

"I'm glad you asked. You see, I got an idea a while back. As you may know, we have a new ruler now."

"Yes. And?"

"Well, his claim to that position is him having more guns than anybody else, as well as the right of conquest. I seek to expand that claim for him. Make his rule seem a bit more legitimate."

Tai leaned over and looked at the text Oobleck was working with. "Royalty and succession, really? I never took you for a royalist."
Yes, ever since the custom of councils had been adopted by all the kingdoms the support for royalty had dropped to the point that many almost didn't think that Remnant once had been ruled by kings and queens.

The green haired man shrugged. "Maybe not, but you can't deny that something is changing in the world. Remnant is changing. And I think it might be worth seeing where this change takes us. Think of it, all of Remnant united under one banner. Such a possibility has not occurred since the end of the Great War."

Tai took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. Yeah, change was in the air alright. But all change is not always for the better and he feared that this change and potential unification would come at the cost of lives. A lot of lives.
Tai did not comment on Oobleck's work and instead shifted his attention back to Yang and Peter. The former was clearly quite punch drunk but she seemed to have managed to land some decent blows on the man. Now the two seemed to be seizing each other up, looking for openings and such.
"Come on little dragon, keep them up! You got this!" shouted Tai.

"Yes, give him the old one-two!" said Oobleck, briefly looking up from his book.

"ARF!" barked Zwei, determined to have a word in the matter as well. The final word in fact.

Yang jumped at the man but Port handled her assault easily enough, sidestepping and caught her by the ankle and threw her at a tree. "Too predictable. Where is the inspiration?" he taunted her while also highlighting her mistake for her.

Yang pulled herself up by the bark of the tree and activated her semblance and glared at the professor. She felt her anger and semblance surge through her, empowering her but she didn't lash out at him. Not yet. She tightened her grip on the bark, trying to come up with an idea for how to deal with her current opponent. The tree gave way to her grip as if it was soft clay as she moved her hand down to the level of her hip. Instead of an explosive burn, she limited her semblance to a slow but steady burn.

"Oh?" said Tai in surprise. This was new. He tried to ignore that he was now one tree short on his property.

As if he had read Tai's mind Oobleck spoke up. "I think this is it. She is finally learning."

The two adults smiled happily at the girls progress, completely unaware of what was approaching from far away.

Behind Remnant's shattered moon

The universe began to flicker. The turmoils of the warp finally reaching their peak ripped apart space and time, making a wound in the fabric of reality if only for a moment. But a moment was all it took for it to happen, a transition into realspace. But by any standard held by humans this was suicidal, to transit realities this close to a celestial body. But the beings on these things cared little about human standards.
Just as reality mended itself did they begin their decent down towards the planet. The friction against the atmosphere made them glow with heat as they went down. But it did nothing to dampen their excitement.

Mistral - White Fang base

They were running. Sienna had made a grave mistake. She had underestimated just how strong a hold Adam's forces had in the Mistralian branch of the White Fang. They had gotten caught completely unawares by Adam's forces who had been mingling with their own. They had lost a great many people in the initial moments of the fight.
Realizing that they were outnumbered and caught flatfooted, Sienna had ordered a retreat. Now she was running with her loyalists through blazing corridors to the hangars as they were being pursued by Adam's forces. It was chaos as she tried to manage the fighting retreat, gradually having her forces take very temporary positions in side corridors and have them cover the ones on the far end of their line, only to then become the last ones in line. All whilst trying to keep the wounded going in the middle of it all. And this pattern had been repeated ever since they began to pull back. Only Adam's lack of foresight to have his forces in ambush had allowed them to get as far as they had. Sienna had decided to capitalize on this and had sent people ahead to their destination and have them prepare for the arrival for the rest of them. She herself had remained with the bulk of her followers, trying to keep the heap moving and alive. But also to show them that she was not abandoning them.

She tossed a glance back at their pursuers. At the head of them was Adam himself, mercilessly cutting down any faunus who got in his way. "Death to the human's pets!" he shouted more than once as he dismembered his former allies, often leaving them wounded and at the mercy of his followers. The only reason why he hadn't caught up already was that he took his time in doing so.
The human, Hazel, on the other hand was more composed and focused on his task, seemingly taking no joy in what he was doing. But the sheer amount of bodies in his way, friendlies and foes alike, slowed him down. He swatted aside any of Sienna's people who got in his way, not letting them slow him down anymore than necessary. What few of Sienna's people that made him slow down he at least had the decency to finish off properly, rather than to let Adam's followers have them for later. With her ears Sienna had heard many necks get snapped by the humans hands.

"Where are we going, High Leader?" asked one of her aides as she fired off a shot at their attackers. Gods knew if it even got close to hitting anything is this chaos.

"Menagerie, we must rally with Belladonna if we are to save our kind from sharing the fate of Adam's followers."

The aide looked at her confused for a moment before firing off another shot. "Not Vale? Or Haven?"

"No, not yet. At least not until we have something to appease the humans with. I had hoped to offer Taurus' severed head as a peace offering, but that seems a bit unlikely at the moment."

The aide looked at her for a moment, then nodded and shot off another shot. He did not bother saying if he agreed with the plan or if it was a good one. Right now any plan would be a good plan for him.
After several desperate minutes of running they finally reached the hangar bay. Sienna was pleased to see that those she had sent ahead had done as instructed and begun preparing the Bullheads for takeoff and preparing firing positions to hold off Adam's forces while the rest of them took off.

Shouting orders and directions to whatever sub-commanders she had left, Sienna began managing the final part of their escape. Directing more people to the Bullheads, more gunners to the fortified positions, having whatever supplies they could get away with stowed onto the aircraft.
"Don't load the Bullheads we won't take!" she shouted to a handful of faunus and pointed out some of the aircraft. "Rig them to blow once we have taken off! I won't leave these damn traitors any means of following us! Wounded, on board now! Those who can, carry something with you! Rations, ammunition, anything! Don't leave it for Taurus and his traitors!"

"High Leader! We don't have time to rig all the bullheads!"

"Then tear out their ignition! Smash the controls! Anything! We don't need these madmen to follow us!"

A sudden whistling of bullets flying through the air and one of her aides falling dead on the floor let Sienna know that Adam's forces had gotten closer and were attempting a breakthrough. Enraged by Adam's treachery, she picked up the dead aide's gun and fired off a few shots at Adam only to get hit in the shoulder instead.
She gritted as she tried to take up the gun with her other hand but was instead seized by one of her followers and dragged towards the Bullheads. Forcing her anger aside she quit resisting and gave the order for the final fighting withdraw from the base. Someone had the good idea to toss some packages of fire dust into the entrance contested by the two forces, igniting the corridor and preventing the traitors from passing through. With one final bit of cover fire from those already in their Bullheads Sienna made it on board and immediately felt it accelerates away from the base, towards safety.
The last thing Sienna heard from that place was the sound of some of the remaining Bullheads detonating as Adam's followers tried to pursue hers. Hopefully, the explosions would take a few of Adam's followers out for good.

"How many made it out?" She asked one of her still living aides, ruffled, short of breath, but alive.

"Apart from those who fell at the initial engagement, most of us. We were able to keep Taurus' cohorts at bay as we got into the Bullheads."

"Good, we'll need as many of our numbers as possible in the time to come. Call the other vessels and get me a report on the situation. I want to know how many are we, how many injured, weapons, ammunition, medical supplies and fuel for the Bullheads."
Sienna smiled but on the inside she was frowning. The initial engagement had bleed her faction dry. All because she had been too naive to expect such an attack at the heart of her administration.

"Yes, High Leader." her aide said and began trying to hail all the other Bullheads while trying to get a sheet of paper to write on. Sienna relaxed a bit and allowed another of her aides to treat her injury. She still sucked in her breath as the wound was cleaned with an antiseptic solution. Slowly, Sienna began to ponder what she would say to Ghira and Kali when they would meet again. They had hardly been on the best of terms when they last spoke. And how would she explain her sudden arrival in Menagerie to the Albains?

A bolt of dread went through her. Adam's madness had taken root in Mistral as well as in Vale. What or who was to say that it hadn't happened in Menagerie as well? If that was the case, would they lay in wait for her and try to assassinate her once she arrived?
'What if Adam gives the order to eliminate the Belladonnas even before I arrive?' The more Sienna thought about this, about Adam's actions, the darker her thoughts became.

"High Leader Khan!" came the pilots voice on the speaker, catching her attention. "Something is happening! It's coming from the sky!"

Sienna pushed herself up to see what was going on despite her aide tending to her injury. Did Adam have something out waiting for them in the sky or was it something courtesy of his new benefactors? What she saw shocked her to her core.

"By the Brothers!" Sienna's voice was little more than a whisper as she saw what had the pilot terrified. She quickly snapped out of it. Her people needed her to be sharp right now. "Hail the others! Tell them to brace for impact! Have the pilots pull up as high as they can! We don't have much time!"
She darted back to her seat and began putting on the safety belt, only to see one of her aides look at her dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on. "Buckle in, you fool!"

She had barely gotten into her seat and secured her aide's seat belt when she felt the Bullhead lurch as a wave of dust and dirt slammed into the Bullheads.

Village Higanbana.

These last few days had been hectic for Qrow Branwen and it had been hard to keep up. "Man, why couldn't they have walked? Would have made it a lot easier for me to keep up." he groaned as he walked past the gate surrounding this pocket of civilization, making sure the guards saw him enter. No need to have the guards wonder why no one had seen him enter the town and suspect him of being a no-good sneaky thief. People outside of the city walls had ways of dealing with that sort of people. None of them were particularly pleasant.

Higanbana was a bigger place than most others he had passed on his latest trip. It also flew the Imperial Aquila. Apparently the village elders had seen reason and joined with Arc the moment he and his sons arrived. Most villages did. With the CCT still down due to the hesitation (or stupidity) of the council in Mistral, the villages in the countryside had all been left to fend for themselves, unable to call for help or huntsmen to defend from grimm and thus cherished Arc's promise of protection. Other villages had simply realized that resisting would only lead to violence and pointless destruction.
All in all, it had all gone pretty well for the Imperiums expansion into Anima. Well, except for what they had seen in Shion, but then they had simply been too late to intervene. What had happened to Schion had gotten Qrow worried. So worried that he needed a drink or two. But in truth, he needed the drink as well as food, some rest and a chance to kick back for a moment or two. Arc and his gang had been keeping a hard pace ever since they left Patch. Qrow had known that it would be hard to follow them, even in bird form, but not this hard. The only reason why he had been able to keep up with them, or rather, continuously trying to catch up to them, was that they kept stopping to fight grimm and save villages wherever they went.

'Well, the more power to them.' thought Qrow and picked up his paze to get out of the drizzle. He made his way to a tavern that he knew served good drinks.

Once he arrived at his destination he decided to ask around a little about the astartes. It was quite easy to get the people to talk about them. The astartes and the Angel seemed to be all the news these days.
It turned out that they had already left, having barely stopped to negotiate with the local Elders and handled the matter of the dead huntsman. Said dead man had been handed over to The Elders of Higanbana and a funeral was to be arranged at some point.
Qrow lamented the huntsman's death as he would have liked to ask the man for more details on what had happened in Shion. But the man had literally been clinging to life when the astartes got to him. Qrow did not even want to think about how bad the man's injuries must have been when not even an Apothecary could help him. Then again, the man had done enough to earn his final rest, if he had been up against the ones Qrow thought he had been.
"Here's to you, unsung hero." Qrow muttered and tasted his drink.

So Arc and Ruby and the other kids had already left? Well, he wasn't going to go running after them just yet. He had his ass parked on a comfortable chair and was getting some good food in his belly. He would catch up later. For now he needed the rest.

Some time later, Qrow pushed aside another finished plate and leaned back in his chair, his glass to his lips. It was good drink, even if it was bottom-shelf. Maybe after he had knocked back a few more drinks and caught some Z's, he would head after Ruby again.
'Ain't nothing happened yet. Probably ain't gonna either 'til they reach Mistral.' he thought as he finished his drink. He put down the glass and raised his hand to order another but to his surprise, another glass was put down in front of him before he even uttered a word.
"Talk about service. I didn't even order."

"It's a treat from the woman upstairs, wanted to have a little talk with you. Red eyes, black hair. She said you wouldn't mind bottom shelf but I went ahead and gave you top. Lucky you."

"Thanks." he said and tasted the drink. It was quite better than bottom shelf. That he had to admit. But he would not call it luck.
Red eyes, black hair, had a reason to buy him a drink, and was female. There were not many who fit those criteria. Free drink or not, talking to Raven Branwen in this manner or place could not be considered good luck.
"Damn semblance."

Up on the second floor was Raven Branwen, his twin, sitting at a table with a glass of her own in one hand, the other resting on a big helmet that she always insisted on calling a mask.

"Hello, brother."

"Raven. I'm surprised to see you here. I would have figured that you would be with those cutthroats you call family right now instead of being here, drinking. Did you guys forget to loot the booze at the last place you raided?" Qrow slumped down in a chair and looked at his twin-sister with an expectant look. "Or did you already drink it all?"

"I do enjoy having some time to myself. And the drink here isn't too bad either. Meeting you was just… an unexpected bonus."

"Right, so how long until you do to this place like you did to Shion? 'til your glass is empty?"

Raven narrowed her eyes at that one but she kept her tone civil. "That is no way to talk to family, Qrow."

"Well, it's a good thing you ain't been family for a long time then. Now, you best tell me what you want Raven, 'cus I've got better things to do than to sit here." He took a swig of his drink. "Unless you plan on keeping these comin'."

Raven leaned forward and glared at her brother. "Does Salem have it?"

"Oh, so now you're interested in that? Last time I checked you weren't. What happened to change your mind after you left Tai and Yang?"

"I need to know what we're up against. I lead the tribe. It's my job to know. If it's in my power, I'll do it to keep us alive."

"Yeah, like you did in Shion."

"The weak die, the strong live. That is life."

"Well, you've got someone strong with you. I've seen the damage."

"We couldn't have known the Grimm would come so soon." said Raven a bit too defensively, and quickly.

"I know you have the Spring Maiden." said Qrow, not in the mood to play coy. And besides, this discussion would take place sooner or later. Best get it over with.
Raven stiffened for only a moment, but Qrow noticed. But he was not happy for one of his biggest worries had been confirmed. The Branwen tribe had the Spring Maiden. That would mean trouble.

"Good for you." said Raven. "And now I imagine you will want me to come back and bring the Maiden to you all and leave my family behind and play nice with Ozpin?"

"Sis, don't be like that. Join us. You should come back, Raven. We can win against her. We actually have a chance to win against Salem. We have the Astartes backing us up."

"You're a fool. There is no beating Salem, even with this 'Angel's' forces. Salem won't just go away because you've got some fresh meat for the meat grinder."

"You weren't at Beacon. You did not see the astartes in action."

Raven didn't answer and got up, donned her mask, unsheathed her sword and opened a swirling portal by swinging it.

"Raven," Qrow grabbed her by the arm. "They tore the Wyvern to shreds. They are big as Ursai and pack more hardware than Atlas. We can win!"

Raven turned her head towards him a final time. "The meat grinder cares not how big the piece of meat is." With that she left, closing the portal behind her.

Qrow sighed. It had been a fool's hope to try to convince Raven to come back. She had always been stubborn. But she was also dedicated to the tribe. So if she was willing to not come back and cooperate with the Angel she either did not believe the astartes strong enough to be followed, or she didn't know squat about them. Qrow hoped that it was the latter.

He was roused from his thoughts by the sound of breaking glass behind him. Turning around, Qrow saw the waitress shaking after seeing Raven's disappearance act. Qrow did not begrudge her for it. Most people had some sort of reaction to seeing Raven's semblance for the first time. Non-huntsmen typically reacted with a bit more fright.

"Why me? Why does all of this shit have to happen to me?" she asked no one in particular as she bent down to pick up the broken glass off the floor. "What's next? Is that creepy weirdo come here and as questions again?"

"Creepy wierdo? Something happened recently?" It was a stupid question. With the astartes coming through Higanbana, the Angel greeting the elders himself after such a long time of uncertainties and worries, weirdness must have taken on a different meaning in these parts.

"Yeah. There is this one guy who has been coming and going lately, asking for a girl in a red hood. He always says that he has something for her. He gives me the creeps."

The mention of a red hood made bells ring in Qrow's head, but he restrained himself from rushing out after his niece. After all, she was tagging along with the astartes, so no worries as far as he was concerned. "What can you tell me about him? Did he say from where he was from? I might know who he is looking for, but then I'll need to know who I'll be looking for."

The girl nodded and gave Qrow a brief description of the man's appearance. Tall, thin, long braid, chest covered with scars. "He was weird. One moment he is speaking in riddles, the next he seems like he was in prayer to some strange goddess or talking about eyes. Once he claimed that he was a courier from Mistral but he looks more like a huntsman to me."

"This messenger, I take it that you haven't seen him in a while then?"

"No, I haven't."

Qrow nodded and made a few mental notes as he made his way back to his own table to finish his meal. So someone was looking for Ruby but didn't quite seem to know where she was. At least not yet. Qrow reasoned that he would have a bit of time before he would have to set out again. He would have to stock up on his own food rations and then find Ruby. It was probably only a matter of time before this 'weirdo' would try something. If all went well, the Arc kid would have his little group at Mistral's doorstep within days and then any hope to strike at Ruby would be nigh impossible.

As Qrow tried to finish his last scraps there was shouting from outside. His experience as a huntsman kicked in and he rushed out, prepared to deal with anything from bandits to grimm. It was nothing of the sort that he saw outside.
People were pointing up into the sky at fiery streak that seemed to rain down onto the ground. It reminded Qrow of how the astartes had made their debut in Vale, but this was different. These things were not slowing down at all.
"Everyone, take cover!" he shouted and began pushing people inside. Anyone who protested he smacked across the face to shut them up. It did not take long before Qrow felt the ground quake as whatever these things had been, began hitting the ground. Some people screamed and almost began to panic but fortunately there seemed to be some more leveled heads in the crowds as well.

Qrow decided to take the opportunity to step out of sight to change to his avian form to get a better view of what was happening. He quickly got back on the ground. Taking a leap up on a cart to stand above everyone else he fired off a shot from his weapon to get everyone to look at him. "Listen up! I am a huntsman! Everyone needs to get inside right now!" A handful of people still inside did as he said but many looked at him in disbelief. A rumbling sound that was getting louder did however make people do as he said. And not a moment too soon.

Jumping down, Qrow pushed his way back into the tavern as he knocked many people over as he tried to hurry up, shouting for them to bar the windows. In the corner of his eye he noticed that he accidentally knocked over the waitress. But Qrow didn't have tie for her right now. Turning around he hoped all that could had made it inside because they would not be getting now that he bolted the door shut.

He could feel it coming, the vibrations travelling through the ground, through the floor and up his legs. Moments later, the wave of dirt, soil and broken slabs of wood swept over Higanbana. People screamed in fear as they felt everything shake, as they heard glass and plates get smashed against the floor, as they saw the fire flicker from the sudden pulse of pressure, as someone fell against his neighbor.
Then as they waited out the worst of it seconds felt like minutes. No one said anything. They only listened for it to be over. So did Qrow. He had to get out there again and look for Ruby once it had died down enough.
Turning around to the waitress who was looking heartbrokenly at all the broken glasses on the floor, he handed her some money. It was more than enough to cover his tab.
"Now listen close: once this settles down, you will go out and find the elders and tell them to prepare for the worst. I don't know if anything else will happen, but I've been a huntsman long enough to know that it's better to be safe than sorry. Think you can do that for me?"

Despite her worries and all that was going on around her, the girl nodded and Qrow turned around to leave. She looked down at the cash in her hand, and realizing just how much it was looked up to stop the huntsman but he was gone. The only sign that he had left was a small opening, hardly big enough for a human to get trough, in the window. She hurried up to close it to keep all the dust from getting in.

Oh havens, what had just happened?

Mountain Glenn

The thing fell from the sky and smashed into the side of the mountain. The earth shook, ruins trembled, grimm howled, and then there was silence. The grimm turned away from their pursuit of the intruders that had been haunting them lately, as if called to the source of the disturbance, this second intrusion into their domain.
Then, over the howling of beowulfs and roars of ursai game a single sound that was heard throughout Mountain Glenn.

"WAAAAAAARGH!"

Well, looks like the green boyz have finally made it to Remnant. Good grief, I wish I had managed this event better but better to get it done and have it dealt with.

And for all the debris flying around, that's from the Orks slamming into Remnant at high speed. I took some liberties with that.