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Tssseppanen: Since Kelbor-Hal was part of the Schism of Mars, which if I am correct is redacted from history like the Horus Heresy, the tech-priests will not know who he is, but they would recognize it is a heretek. Mostly due to the green eyes. But I will implement this idea no matter what
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"Speech" Low Gothic/English
"Speech" Amplified Low Gothic
Chapter's Pre-Readers: JVMMM
Notes: I know that some of you may not be happy that I am pushing back the actual plot of the story but tis the season to get spooky. Also, it took longer to write this because I wanted to test out my abilities in writing a fight scene, and I kinda got carried away.
Halloween Special
"Twas the night before Hunterween and all through the school, not a student was stirring. Not even the cast." spoke a disembodied voice. Said voice stopped reading from the poem and spoke in a plain voice, "You dear reader might wonder why I am making a Christmas joke. My only answer is that the Nightmare before Christmas joke did not work for this special." Skittering and clicking could be heard from the air ducts of the school, a servo-skull designated as Claudio 377 could be seen moving through the grates of the ventilation shaft. "Allow me to implant knowledge unto this blessed machine to get the plot going."
The Magos Dominus received a file from his personal servo-skull that was labeled important. He pondered on what it could have found as he opened the file. Ah, there is a special holiday celebrated on Remnant that starts tomorrow. It appears that it is expected that most of the populous will attend in the activities of masquerading while acquiring sweets. Pugnus forwarded the file to his fellow tech-priest with a simple order. 'Be prepared.'
The sun shone on Beacon Academy, the students started to awaken from their slumber as they headed off to class. Ozpin - who was already up - sat alone in his silent office watching the security cameras. Students could wear their costumes instead of the school uniform - to which many rejoiced - and he wanted to see what his beloved students were wearing. After all there was a betting ring within the teachers of the school of what the most popular costume would be. The headmaster began to scan the crowds for students dressed as a knight, but before he reached eight a group of people on the air pads caught his attention. Five people dressed as robots.
The first robot was from a Remnant movie that was twenty years old now, the Iron Giant to be specific. Next was the Terminator from another old and still ongoing series of the same name. This was the first robot that Ozpin did not recognize, probably because it had the markings of the Adeptus Mechanicus, it had a cannon on its right arm with a chainsaw on the left. The costume reminded him of Atlesian Paladins but a voice in the back of his head told him that it was stronger. Besides the not-Paladin was another Imperial robot costume, but this one had no symbols of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The costume was pure crimson and was of a bulky humanoid build, the left hand was encased in a metal boxing glove and the right held a double-barreled machine gun - but the caliber was that of his coffee mug. Ozpin recognized the final costume due to it resembling the war machines used by the adeptus mechanicus, a Kastelan Robot if he recalled correctly. This was going to be an interesting holiday.
An Atlesian bullhead landed behind the five Metalicans, Ira turned around as the ramp lowered to reveal Ironwood with a crimson tech-priest at his side. But before she could recognize which forge he hails from, the Dominus noticed the three green augmented eyes. "HERETEK!" bellowed Ferrum as it switched her costume - the Iron Giant - into combat mode. Her fellow tech-priest turned around with their weapons primed at the red tech-priest cowering behind the General who had his hand ready on his pistol.
"There seems to be a misunderstanding here. The person you called 'heretic' is one of Atlas' highly accomplished scientists who wanted to dress up as a…tech-priest for Hunterween." Ironwood spat out the title 'tech-priest' as if it were an insult, but the Metalicans lowered their weapons to the end of the ramp.
The crimson tech-priest presented himself upright as he greeted them, "It is nice to meet you, I am Doctor Polendina. You might remember me from the trial of Pen-" Precision - in the Blood Angel Terminator costume - raised his storm bolter on instinct only to have Eights - in the House Raven Imperial Knight costume - to smack Precision's head with his reaper chainsword. "As I was saying before being rudely interrupted. You might remember me from the trial of Penny. I myself am interested in the Adeptus Mechanicus, so I planned to dress as a tech-priest. I chose to dress as one from Graia - which was by random choice - so I ask you; why am I a heretic?"
"Green eyes bad." sputtered out Quin in the Remnant Terminator costume. Doctor Polendina gave a confused stare before it was explained. "A heretek, h-e-r-e-t-e-k not h-e-r-e-t-i-c, is the classification of tech-priest who cast aside the rules of the Cult Mechanicus. They can be commonly spotted by their odd number of green ocular augments."
Cyber - in the Kastelan costume - commented, "So in simplified words; 'Green eyes bad.'"
Ironwood rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Is there a difference between heretic and heretek?"
"Yes, one is for the Imperial Creed and the other is for the Cult Mechanicus. Is it really that hard?" berated Precision.
The General ignored the jab and shoved the Doctor off the airship, the VTOL craft proceeded to return back to the fleet as the crimson tech-priest yelled, "You forgot to give me my bags! Come back!" Polendina lowered his head in defeat as daunting shadows appeared from behind him. He turned around to see five Kastelan robots looming over him, their hands clasping over the other and hanging at the bottom of their torso. The Doctor spotted at least sixty Skitarii arranged in groups of three covering the air pads. "Where did they all come from?"
Dominus Ferrum ignored his question, "They are here to help us…I believe the phrase you feudals use is trick or treat. We are going to raid Beacon for all of the glucose infused objects it has by force!"
The crimson tech-priest had one simple question. "You know you can just ask politely for candy."
"There is no kill like overkill," commented Dominus Decium. Polendina swore he heard the Windows XP shutdown sound as the person dressed as a Kastelan Robot collapsed onto the ground. "Ah it appears that the Chloral Hydrate worked. Eights, Cyber is now out cold. Bring out the throne." By his command, a Kastelan Robot marched to the front of the formation. On the special robot's chest was a giant baby carrier, the two Enginseer took five minutes to lift the knocked out datasmith into the contraption.
Ozpin spat out his coffee when he saw a 14 foot tall robot, with a tech-priest strapped on his chest in a baby carrier, smashed the wooden doors of his school into splinters. "Wha-" Before he could finish his sentence, the entire Skitarii on this planet breached into the hallways with their weapons raised. "-t the fuck!"
Team RWBY and JNPR sat in the stands of the combat class as two random students were sparing while in their costumes. The lights were off except for the ones enlightening the stage. Ruby and Yang dressed as their inspirations, Qrow and Tai respectively. Weiss was a princess, but once Jaune found out he made a knight costume. Pyrrha hide her anger under the helmet of her hoplite costume. Nora took her inspiration from the comic book which resulted in a ginger Thor, and she forced her partner into a Loki costume. Blake did not have time to pick a proper costume, so she was a ninja. Glynda oddly supported the idea of having the students wear costumes on the claim that, 'It allows students to learn how to fight in a uniform not designed for combat.' But her in a witch costume said otherwise.
A loud banging from the door brought the students attention away from the fight. But before anyone could reach answer, the door flew off its hinges and into one of the sparing students. Three pairs of electric blue eyes could be seen piercing through the darkness. Three Skitarii walked into the classroom with their guns raised, the lead one carried a used wool bag. "Put the candy in the bag. You have ten seconds to comply."
The entire class room was silent out of confusion, while the Skitarii kept their distance. "A-are they trick or treating?" questioned Weiss.
"Five seconds left before extensive force is required!" warned the lead Skitarii.
The Professor glared at them. "We do not have any candy. Now I suggest you leave before you disrupt my class more than necessary."
The lead Skitarii turned to his contingent. +Observation: A students is armed, the teacher is threatening of retaliation due to our presence, and there are no sugary products in our possession. Conclusion: This situation is within our rules of engagement, proceed to use lethal force.+ Due to the feudals only speaking low gothic, they have no idea what was happening before it was too late. "TRICK OR TREAT!" bellowed the three Skitarii as they opened fire upon the students with their galvanic rifles.
Ozpin eyes widened as we watched the scene unfold on the cameras, his school was being raided for candy. Not for the relic or the fall maiden powers, but for candy. The headmaster sighed as he pulled out his scroll, a contact appeared on the screen labeled 'Tinman'. "This is going to be…difficult to explain."
Team RWBY and team JNPR were quick enough on their feet to hit the ground behind the chairs as a form of light cover. "Why is a girl screaming so loudly?" complained Yang as she covered her ears, Jaune quickly apologized by silencing himself.
"We just can't hide here all day, we have to do something!" yelled the Heiress over the roar of the rifles.
Her team leader nodded to herself before preaching, "You're right Weiss. We can't let them come in here to ruin our class and trash this school. We need to fight back, which we can't do that without our weapons. Blake, you can use your semblance to get to the girl's locker rooms. Grab as many weapons as possible. Ren, with your super sneaky stealthiness will enter the boy's locker rooms. The rest of us will distract them. But remember, we can't allow them to ruin our Hunterseve. And most importantly we can't allow them to take our candy!" Ruby stood up on her feet with a fist raised in the air in a heroic pose. But a bolt from a galvanic rifle brought her back down to earth.
"Why don't we call our rocket lockers to us with our scrolls?" stated Jaune as everyone turned to stare at him. The blonde boy in question patted down his pockets in search of the device. "On second thought Ruby's plan is better."
Blake leapt out of cover and bolted to the locker rooms. A trio of galvanic rifle rounds slammed into her. Instead of the expected scream of pain, it was like breaking glass. The shadow clone shattered as the rest of team RWBY and JNPR sprang out of cover with chairs at the ready. The lead Skitarii ignored they six students as he aimed at the faunus and Ren already at the door to the locker rooms, that was when the torrent of seating devices started. The soldier of the Omnissiah could do little against the unrelenting wrath that was loosed upon them. Blake and Ren soon exited the locker rooms with all the weapons to witness their teammates giving each other high fives around the pile of chairs. But her faunus ears picked up a final binary sentence from the bottom of the scrap pile.
Dominus Ferrum was walking around the school with Enginseer Eights in tow. They were acting as a quick reaction force to assist the Skitarii triplets. So far, they have subdued nine classrooms, two by lethal force and seven surrendered. The only casualties on both sides were three injured Skitarii and eight students knocked out. Unfortunately, they have not collected any candy yet, but there were still more rooms to secure. Ira and Eights received a ping through the noosphere, +Combat classroom has heavy resistance, reinforcements requested.+ The Enginseer did not need to be told to order the Kastelans squads to their position. The Dominus on the other hand began to pray litanies to her eradication ray.
Cyber awoke to find himself in a peculiar position. He was suspended in midair, specifically in a fabric pouch that was strapped onto a Kastelan with duct tape. Said Kastelan was currently wrestling with an Atlesian Paladin. The datasmith used the weapons in his costume, miniature heavy phosphor blasters, to pepper the cockpit opposing mech. The phosphex slowly melted the steel before reaching the pilot who ejected from the machine to save his hide. With the threat neutralized Cyber turned to the next matter. +Kastelan, what is your designation?+
+Mr. Bones,+ reported the automaton
Cyber made a mental note to pistol whip who made that name. +Mr. Bones, put me down.+
+The ride never ends.+ was the only response from the Kastelan. The datasmith turned his head to see that the robot's head was painted to appear as a human skull and a tiny top hat was placed on top. Before Cyber could argue further, a squad of Atlesian Knights rounded the corner. Mr. Bones' incendine combustor came to life in a flowing stream of holy fire. The primitive robots of Atlas melted in front of the might of the Legio Cybernetica. "The ride never ends," commented the Kastelan robot as it began to move again on its own.
Eights spotted the remains of the door to the combat classroom, it appears that the Skitarii were not subtle in their approach. The Enginseer slowly peeked his head around the corner to survey the room. He spotted a rudimentary defensive position made from desks and chairs which was being manned by the students who all had his weapons, and then he saw the crimson sniper rifle owned by Ruby Rose pointed directly at the doorway, but more importantly at him. A feudal bullet pinged off the top of Eights' head. "GIVE ME CANDY OR GIVE ME DEATH!" yelled the person responsible for the assault from the safety of their fortifications.
Ira watched as the Enginseer slumped down the wall, the hood of his cloak was torn, and blood was turning the pure white into a dark crimson. It appears that the ballistics round hit one of the few areas of flesh that Eights still has, how unfortunate. The wounded tech-priest gave a report to his superior. +The rebels have a lightly fortified position in the center of the room. All students there are armed and hostile, negotiations are futile. Damage report: skull fractured in one place. I will be unconscious within three minutes due to blood loss. Chance of death is 43.38%. Repairing to wound will decrease chance of death by 21.91%. Glory to the Omnissiah.+
+Glory to the Omnissiah,+ responded the Dominus. Ferrum walked to the side of the door while setting her vox to the highest volume. "Students of Beacon Academy, you are in possession of glucose that we require. Resistance is pointless and will only result in the hospitals being filled. This is your first and final warning, trick or treat."
"The hospital will only be filled with you guys! Long live the resistance!" shouted an unknown student.
"You have chosen trick," warned Ira as she started formulating a plan for breaching the room. Groups of Skitarii began to move towards the only point of resistance in the school; while Ozpin's office is also defying the rule of the Adeptus Mechanicus Pugnus deduced that an old man would not have any candy unless he was a pedophile, and it is highly unlikely that the headmaster of this school is one. The plan was that the three plasma calivers will breach holes into the walls of the classroom, galvanic rifles and radium carbines will suppress the fortifications as the six arc rifles will destroy their cover, and anyone who pokes their head out will be eliminated by the three transuranic arquebus.
Ruby sat at the middle of their defensives with her baby pointed at the door, the team leader was unsettled when she shot the tech-priest but the reminder that her candy is on the line steeled her will. All the students could hear the movement of metal feet from the hallway; they did not need to be a mathematician to figure out that they are outnumbered. Jaune's calm reassuring voice broke the monotonous droning of footsteps. "Don't worry guys, we got this. As long as we stay behind this cover, we will be safe." His words did little to strengthen their courage, this entire resistance was started out of an illogical whim. But then the feet stopped moving. Leaving the classroom in complete silence except for the soft breeze from the ventilation.
Then the room was filled with a blasting crescendo, accompanied by three breaches through the walls. Skitarii poured through the holes in a human wave as ears were ringing, team leader attempted to give orders, but they were ignored as the chaos swelled. Cardin Winchester stood above the table ramparts to rally the students forward, his chest plate received a fist sized hole as the brute crashed upon his teammates below him. The loud clunk of his chest piece hitting the floor shook the students out of their shock. They returned organized fire upon the brazen Skitarii with no cover. It is simple to say that the stir-crazy student with the LMG was having a fun time. Slowly the adeptus mechanicus was being pushed out of the classroom, but at the cost of students getting picked slowly by hostile snipers and their fort being slowly demolished. "SWEETS FOR THE SUGAR GOD!" bellowed Ruby as she led the charge out of the fort and into the hallway.
The Adeptus Mechanicus countered with their own war cry. "The ride never ends!" Six Kastelans breached through the remaining bits of the walls with Mr. Bones carrying Cyber at the front. Their incendine combustor roared to life, but trained usage of water dust from Weiss extinguished the flame. By there is little her tricks could do against their fists shattered ribs and spines.
Cyber, who wanted to be anywhere besides where he currently is, screamed for salvation as the Kastelans waded into the melee. "Put me down. Please! Get us out of here! I am in danger you brainless automaton! I want to get off Mr. Bones' wild ride!"
"THE RIDE NEVER ENDS!" stated the hollow voice of the machine as it crushed a student under its foot.
"RETREAT TO THE KEEP!" screamed Jaune over the clashes of metal. His partner gave him a weird glance before he corrected himself. "Uh… I MEANT TOWER NOT KEEP." Ruby used her semblance to warp into the hallway. Weiss used her glyphs as platforms as she went over a Kastelan trying to grab her. Yang propelled herself out of the melee with a fiery shotgun blast. A shadow clone of Blake distracted an automaton long enough for her to escape. Jaune and Pyrrha connected their shields as Nora stood behind them knocking anything that approached them back with her grenade launcher in one hand and Ren's wrist in the other.
+Can't you tin cans stop a handful of unaugmented juveniles?!+ complained Ira as she watched the battle for the combat classroom drag out. Her disappoint spiked to disgust as she spotted team RWBY and JNPR running down the hallways.
The Magos Dominus slowly walked from the landing pads to the remains of the doors. His cane tapping against the stone pathway in a mechanical rhythm. A squad of Atlesians Soldiers spotted him and started to approach with their weapons at the ready. "Halt, no civilians are allowed to pass this point under order of General Ironwood."
"That child holds no authority over me," stated Pugnus as did not stop his stride. A fleshly hand grabbed his shoulder and attempted to turn him around, you try moving two tons of steel with one hand. The rest of the squad raised their weapons at the tech-priest.
The squad leader warned, "Sir, you will be detained if you continue."
Pugnus turned to face the firing line, his mechanical blue eyes staring at each of them. "You can try."
A second squad of soldier exited from the doors, and together they formed a circle around the Magos Dominus. "Surrender, you are surrounded."
The tech-priest's eyes switched to a crimson red. "Only by fear and dead men." His robes parted as a hive of mechadendrites revealed themselves. With an unnatural speed, Pugnus leapt into the group of soldiers. The metal snake like attachments went into a frenzy of blood lust. Throats were pierced, eyes were stabbed, weapons were bludgeoned, and skulls caved in. While the actual hands of the tech-priest stayed in a relaxed position with the cane still tapping on the floor. Primitive small-arms unloaded magazine after magazine into the tech-priest, but his refractor field generator flashed as the bullets fell onto the ground. Pugnus continued his rampage until the last soldier fell unto the corpses of his comrades. "How useless," commented the tech-priest as his eyes turned to the standard electric blue with the hive of mechadendrite hiding away under his robes.
Ozpin heard a knocking from the stairwell door, he kept the elevator locked at his office if a quick escape is needed. "Hello anyone in here?" The voice was that of one of his students, young Miss Rose if he is correct. The headmaster walked over to the door with a bowl of candy ready.
The door opened as he greeted them, "I believe you were supposed to say trick or treat." The winded forms of team RWBY and JNPR stared at him in disbelief.
"Your school is being invaded by robots looking for candy while you have just been sitting up here with a bowl full of candy," stated Weiss with disappointment thick in her voice.
Ozpin smiled as he explained "I view this as a training session on how to deal with unexpected threats. After all you are still in combat class."
"THIS WAS PLANNED!" screamed Yang as her eyes went to a crimson red.
"No, but I will not waste an opportunity when it arises. What type of candy would you like?" countered Ozpin. The question was enough to confuse the blonde bombshell out of her rage. The eight students entered his office with the door closing behind them. The headmaster shifted his gaze unto the security cameras and noticed a trio of white robed tech-priests approaching the tower. "Ah, it appears that you were followed."
Doctor Polendina was forgotten by the other tech-priests as they left to clear out the school, and the Atlesian soldiers and knights walked past him without any recognition of his presence. The heretek was close to believing that he accidentally activated some form of invisibility whether by semblance or by technology. So, the Atlesian scientist continued to stroll the halls of the school while appreciating being able to discard his disguise and wear his true skin. Down the hallway he spotted a group of teachers walking around calmly. What a peculiar sight, everyone here was supposed to be arrested by the Adeptus Mechanicus. "Hey! How did you not get put into custody by the toaster?"
"We just told them that Ozpin stole all of our candy," commented Doctor Oobleck. As the tech-priest joined the group to continue walking around the hallways.
Dominus Ferrum marched up the endless flights of stairs with Precision and Decium following behind her. +Breach in 5 seconds.+ Quin aimed his volkite blaster at the door. +4 seconds.+ Precision shifted his grip on the omnissian axe. +3 seconds.+ Ira's eradication ray hummed to life. +2 seconds.+ The enginseer started to mutter a prayer. +1 second.+ A phosphor serpenta under command of Decium aimed at the door. +Breach.+
A sphere of phosphex burned the door down to announce their arrival. "TRICK OR TREAT!" yelled the tech-priest in unison. Dominus Ferrum was the first through the breach, her eradication ray erased the laughable defensives they have set up. Yang cocked her Ember Celica to make sure it had a rough before counter charging Ira. Precision was seconds to enter with his las-pistol barking, forcing Jaune to hide behind his shield. Pyrrha tossed Akouo at the enginseer before charging after it. Quin, being the most reserved out of the three tech-priest, stayed back and fired his volkite blaster at the crimson team leader. He stopped his volleys when he heard someone sneaking behind him.
Mechadendrites came out of Ira's robes as she engaged in melee with the blonde bombshell. The student's style of fighting is a highly aggressive boxer form, highly predictable and easily countered. Metal snakes countered Yang's punches in a steady rhythm, Ira's axe swung for her legs forcing her opponent to step back. A warning came to the Dominus' display, a high-speed projectile was approaching her. The eradication ray hummed to life before firing at the fast ginger, removing a hefty chunk of her aura. Nora shifted Magnhild into a grenade launcher and started to fire at the tech-priest. Her refractor field came to life to stop the explosives from harming her, leaving her alone in a cloud of smoke. Ira turned her vision to heat detection, two forms were approaching her. But before she could act, a metal rapier pierced through her left shoulder.
Precision had the wind knocked out of him when the feudal shields slammed into his guts, but due to his weight he did not budge. The Enginseer was beset by the Mistralian champion, with an insignificant threat in her crush. His eyes switched to red as the two swords clashed onto the shaft of the axe. Both students could hear the signature whir of a mechanical joint moving, but before they could notice which limb was moving a servo-arm smashed Jaune's knuckles. Crocea Mors clattered on the ground as not free but of the axe slammed into Pyrrha's shield. Precision stared into the vivid green eyes of his enemy as she remained in a defensive position. 'How peculiar, her fighting style benefits from mobility which is also a flaw of mine. It is illogical for her to not move, unless…she is planning something!' The redhead stated, "Now!"A longsword was going to slice into his back, but the servo-skull barely caught it and was now straining under the pressure.
A sickle wrapped around the volkite blaster, as Ren started to unload magazines from his duel pistols into his side. Quin does not appreciate having his freshly cleaned robs torn by a worthless juvenile primitive. But he is a tech-priest controlled by logic and not emotions. "I will give you one last chance to surrender."
"Yes, and we will all share the candy evenly," deadpanned Blake as she tightened the offending ribbon around his blessed weapon. His phosphor serpenta sprang out of his robes and fired. Both students activated their aura thinking they were going to be shot, but the Faunus was surprised to find that her weapons was currently half melted and the equivalent of scrap metal. The Dominus did not waste precious time gawking at the unorthodox target, instead he dove upon Ren with and calculated strikes. While Decium is not proficient in close quarter combat, the student would not expect this course of action. The puny sickle blades equipped on Storm Flower (I know it should be one word but that just looks weird) could do little to stop a two-handed axe wanting to bisect Ren in half.
The smoke started to dissipate, exposing Ira to the sight of Weiss, Nora, and Yang. A soft humming noise emitted from Ferrum. The tech-priest was motionless as it glanced upon the wound, blood was slowly staining her robes a lucid crimson. Weiss noticed the humming noise raising from a whisper to that of someone talking. The cold mechanical eyes turned their focus at the Heiress who prepared multiple glyphs while standing in a dueling stance. The humming reached its peak, electric blue eyes turned to a bloodlust rust. "DIE YOU IMPUDENT BITCH!" Snow white glyphs could do little to stop a fully charged salvo from the eradication ray at that short of a range, but they did save their summoner's aura shattering in one hit. Nora and Yang charge the Dominus at the same time for revenge and to allow their friend to recover respectively. Unlike last time, Ira forgone the idea of countering for formulating a plan. 'Blood needed to be spilled in the Omnissiah's name, kill, blood, vengeance, kill blood vengeance, kill-blood-vengeance.' +BY BLOOD WE PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH!+ bellowed Ferrum as the rage took over her, but to her targets of hate they just heard a high pitched binaric screech.
The battle cry of the female Dominus informed Precision all he needed to know what was happening to his comrades. 'Cogitator: Divert power from auditory and odor sensors and into the servo-arm. Glory to the Omnissiah.' Jaune watched on in horror as the heirloom of his family was slowly being bent to a ninety-degree angle by the mechanical arm, and even with all his strength he could not free his weapon. Pyrrha pushed out her shield, throwing the axe out of the defensive position, allowing a clear stab into the gut of the tech-priest. The Enginseer screamed in pain as Milo was pulled out of his gut with a new red coating. 'No time to repair the wound or stop the blee…desperate times call for desperate measures. May the Omnissiah forgive me.' Precision grabbed his las-pistol and aimed it at his own stomach before firing.
"HOW DARE YOU HURT A WEAPON!" screamed a rose red blur as it slammed into Quin and saved Ren. The Dominus and Ruby were both prone on the ground with the student on top.
"A THOUSAND APOLOGIZE TO THE MACHINE SPIRIT I HAVE SLAIN TODAY, BUT THAT SACRIFICE WAS NEED FOR VICTORY TODAY!" countered Decium as he attempted to free himself. Which should have been easier if an enraged nimble teen was not always shifting her weight so that she could not be thrown off with minimal effort. He noticed Ren in the background reload his weapons and taking a breather, the tech-priest knew that his time in this fight was short and his options were being cut in half every second he stayed prone. That was until a devilish idea formed in his cogitators. "SIMILAR TO THIS SACRIFICE." In a tight embrace, the young team leader was dragged along with the Dominus as he rolled off the edge of the stairwell down the center. Both plummeting to their unfortunate and untimely demise.
The expected smooth hive of mechadendrites descended into a mess of merciless strikes. Both Nora and Yang had to keep their aura active or risk a puncture to the throat or a pierce to a major artery, because their weapons were not effective in blocking the endless tentacles of mechanical hatred. The ginger and blonde circled the tech-priest as they launched heavy blows in quick succession. A left hook to the head, a shaft thrust to the stomach, a right haymaker, and a hammer swing to the knee caps. Ira's bionics overclocked to keep the tech-priest standing as she descended further in rage. +HOLD!+ Her omnissian axe brushed past Nora as she slid under the swing. +THE FRAK!+ Her fist went wide when trying to grab the blonde bombshell. +STILL!+ Ira was gifted a passing grace by the Omnissiah when one of her mechadendrites tripped the ginger. Nora felt a cold steel muzzle of a gun jam into her back. +DIE!+ The eradication ray unleashed a full load of fury into the feudal.
Precision was not pleased to admit that he was having trouble handling the feudal hoplite. She kept shifting her weapon so that her fighting style did not stay the same long enough to be countered. 'She did freeze up when I shot myself, it may have been for only a split second, but it was enough to potentially provide an opening. Now how can I repeat that reaction?' The Enginseer's bionics automatically overclocked when he reached less than fifty percent efficiency in his fighting capabilities. He had to end this soon or be dead by tomorrow. Precision dashed backward from Pyrrha and raised his axe with both of his hands behind his back in a highly telegraphed swing. "End of the line champion." The omnissian axe was chucked into the exposed metal beams above the Mistralian, causing then to shudder and break. An unknown amount of metal crashed upon his opponent, but if he had to guess it was at least two tones. But instead of turning into a scrapheap of iron and blood underneath, the debris started to rise above the ground and started spinning. Pyrrha stood at the epicenter of the vortex with her aura flaring. +So, this is your semblance. How peculiar,+ commented Precision as he unholstered his las-pistol and fired at the redhead, breaking her concentration. And resulting in her being crushed.
Ira stepped over the ginger as she approached the blonde bombshell. Ten meters apart. Yang's hair had a fiery aura around it with her crimson eyes matching the Dominus' own. Nine meters apart. The student started to take steps closer to the tech-priest. "Oh? You're approaching me?" Eight meters apart.
"I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer," growled the brawler. Seven meters apart. Precision watched the encounter from the other side of the room, and even with his emotional inhibitors he shuddered at the vast amount of menace radiating from the two of them. Six meters apart. Ira allowed her axe to fall out of her grip and clatter onto the floor. Five meters apart.
"Oh ho! Then come as close as you like," responded the tech-priest with venom intertwined in her voice. Four meters apart. Yang raised her fist and charged the Dominus with a wide hook prepared. A mechadendrite blocked the telegraphed punch as a purely metal leg slammed into the brawler's shin. "Too slow, too slow! You fleshbags can't compare to the greatness of I, Ira Ferrum! I used to wish to test how superior I, Ira Ferrum, am but it appears that test is hardly necessary."
Yang grinned as she countered, "Test? Is that what you call just tapping my aura, and not even enough to hurt?"
"Why are you primitives so stubborn about admitting defeat?" questioned the tech-priest to no one in particular. A huffed emitted from her vox before she continued talking, "I shall arise to your juvenile provocations and finish this test with your head on a stake." Metal fists clashed with aura amplified punches, neither were holding back anything. Servo joints pushed to their limits, and muscles worked to the breaking point. Their knuckles kept meeting over, and over again. Steel was slightly dented, and knuckles started to bleed. "Resistance is useless USELESS USELESS!"A singular mechadendrite pierced through Yang's stomach. But her defiance was not in vain, for Weiss was able to trap the bloodthirsty Dominus in a pillar of ice.
Weiss glanced around the rubble that was left of the headmaster's office. Ren was her only ally that she could see still on their own feet, and there was the Enginseer by himself next to the hopefully unconscious form of Jaune. "Surrender and you will get to live in the hospital for the next month." offered the Heiress as she prepared herself for combat again. Precision only responded by readying his axe and pistol into an aggressive position, due to the power coursing to his vox being shut off to keep himself standing. With an upward swing of her rapier, a wave of fire consumed the hostile tech-priest. His robes were ablaze as he stumbled around the room trying to extinguish himself. While a machine would only face minor damage by a flame, there were still flesh parts that Precision still had, and his organic nerves were alive with only one message. Pain. Ren watched the execution in silence as the Enginseer emitted binaric screeches, which he could assume were screams of pain. And in his mad stumbling he reached the window overlooking the entire city of Vale before crashing through the weak glass.
Pugnus approached Beacon Tower slowly, but he stopped before the corpse of a random Enginseer almost landed on top of him. +It appears that I will have to reach the office faster than calculated. And now must to conscript more tech-priests to fill the newly empty spots. The pesky primitives will be punished for this.+
Weiss and Ren started to gather the unconscious and dead members of their teams together. The pair took a moment to weep for the loss of Pyrrha, Nora, Yang, and Ruby before working on treating the others. Ren's hand shook Weiss' shoulder, pulling her away from Blake. "What is it!" she hissed in anger.
The Mistralian stated, "The elevator is going down to the ground floor." His words were true, but the Atlesian noticed something different. The number on which floor it was on was decreasing faster than the elevator should be able to go. Something was wrong. Ren and Weiss crouched on opposite sides of the door as they prepared to skewer who ever would exit when it the doors open again. After a silent minute the numbers started to increase again at the same speed. Both students held their breath as the doors opened, a rapier thrust on instinct into the passenger of the machine, only to find that it is empty. Ren whipped his brow before heading to the windows. He turned his back to the city of Vale to face the Heiress. "Thank Oum it was only nothing."
The Schnee sighed as she relaxed. But before she could say anything in reply, she saw the upside-down head of a tech-priest behind Ren. A mechadendrite broke through the window and pulled the boy outside to share a similar fate to Precision. "Such weaklings," remarked the Magos Dominus as he entered the office. His cane moving Nora's hand out of his way so that he would not defile his feet to step on the weak flesh. Weiss readied Myrtenaster for combat. "Opposing me will only guarantee that you will die like a dog." The student did not budge in her stance. "Alright…allow me to provide you with the most vicious death I can offer!"
His eradication ray came to life as Pugnus charged Weiss. A myriad of glyphs with unknown purposes surrounded the upstart as he drew closer. The beam fired from the heavy weapon broke the glyphs in his way as he entered melee with the Atlesian. His mechadendrites worked in an overdriven state to swat the rapier away from his vital points, while his axe swung low to keep the insect in front of him off balance. Weiss continued to create more and more glyphs as platforms for movement and to block the ruthless onslaught, but the Magos Dominus was trained on her and did not stop. His eyes switched to a crimson red as he finally managed to trip the Heiress with his axe. With a thrust of his mechanical legs, he landed on top of his opponent. Almost crushing her rib cage in the process. "You thought you stood a chance? You utter fool!"
Pugnus bent forward to grab the sides of Weiss' head with his two adamantine arms. "Behold the oblivion of death!" The palms of his hands slowly closed the distance between each other as the screams of mercy from the Atlesian was music upon his augmented ears. Eventually her eyes popped out of their sockets and landed on the floor, the mushy remains of her brain followed afterward. The Magos Dominus left the remains of all the corpses alone as he took the bowl of candy on the headmaster's desk back to his fleet. Today was a pyrrhic victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Ideas: Thanks to Tssseppanen for the heretek idea, sorry I could not do Kelbor-Hal but it has the same essences.
DISCLAIMER: This chapter is NOT canon to the story.
Afterword: What do you guys think about the last fight scene?