AN:

Hello, MrOreoMan back with another chapter.

Now before we head into the story, many of you have been wondering whether or not Julius will hook up with our favourite red haired champion, Pyrrha and rebuild the Emperor Class Battleship Arkos.

Well this chapter will answer that very question.

Now without further ado, here is another chapter.

DISCLAIMER:

I don't own RWBY or Warhammer 40k, they're owned by Rooster Teeth and Gaming Workshop respectively.

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'Telepathic communication'

"Demonic/Other"

Chapter 4: Broken Bonds

Location: Beacon Academy, Ozpin's Office

"What you did was FAR FROM ACCEPTABLE!"

Julius stood in Ozpin's office for the third time since his stay here at the Huntsman schola. His sword holstered at his side and helm obscuring his deeply annoyed expression.

The witch Glynda is currently glaring holes into his helm, teeth bared in barely contained rage and her expression rivaling that of a Canoness about to face off against a daemonic horde. Ozpin himself is sitting behind his desk wearing an expression of stern seriousness, Julius can also tell the headmaster was far from pleased.

Julius has been called to Ozpin's office just hours after combat class. There was no doubt in the Astarte's mind of the reason for his summons as it infuriates him to no end

He is an Adeptus Astartes. The Emperor's very own blessed Angel of Death. He should be commended for putting the heretical abhuman in her rightful place. But instead he's being lectured and facing punishment from a crippled human and the witch whore.

This infuriates him to the point of vengeful anger.

"What were you thinking! Not only did you directly harm a student outside of combat! But you also BLATANTLY ridiculed and racially scorned her and all faunus's in general! Ozpin and I have explicitly warned you from speaking your thoughts and views about the faunus in public! But what you did today went TOO FAR!" Glynda exclaimed, her eyes glaring towards Julius's visors as Ozpin remained silent.

Julius's already annoyed frown deepened as he turned his head to meet the witch's glare. "Hold your tongue, witch. I have shown enough mercy to that abhuman filth. If I had my way I would've executed her on the spot for even daring to speak out against me." Julius explained his tone stern laced with disgust. Glynda's glare increased tenfold while Ozpin's frown deepened.

Julius continued. "However, I made a promise to Ozpin that I will not kill any of the students here at this schola. One that I plan to keep unless absolutely necessary." Julius explained, however, this did little to ease Glynda's fury.

"What do you mean absolutely necessary!? Are you planning to kill any of the students!?" Glynda questioned in a dangerous tone.

Julius's frown deepened as he met Gylnda's glare with his own. "I do not hold your naïve views of peace and safety. If any of these students turns out to be heretics, spies, or dares to attack me with the intention to kill, then I will show no mercy and strike them down without hesitation." Julius said with stern conviction.

Glynda went to retort, however, she immediately stopped when Ozpin raised a single hand.

"That's enough Glynda!" Ozpin ordered as Glynda backed off, though still glaring at Julius. "Though your views and beliefs may be a stark contrast from ours Mr. Arch, that still does not excuse you from what you did to one of my students." Ozpin said, his tone serious.

Ozpin continued. "Here at Beacon Academy we inspire our students to uphold their oath to defend the innocent, whether they are human or faunus. Thus Beacon and the other Huntsman Academies do there best to promote a space free from discrimination and judgement." Ozpin explained as he laced his fingers in front of his face. His strict gaze never leaving Julius's own.

"What you did today to Miss Belladonna was inexcusable. As such you are now suspended from teaching as a combat T.A to any of my students until Glynda and I feel like you have improved in your behaviour towards the students of this academy. Is this understood?" Ozpin asked as Glynda visibly calmed to a strict expression.

Julius's visors glared down at Ozpin. This human thinks he can simply lecture and punish him like a child, too dare obstruct him from teaching future defenders of humanity.

"You dare order a warrior of the Emperor's finest." Julius said in a dangerous tone as he grasped the handle of his blade with his left gauntlet. The metal groaning under the pressure of his grip.

Ozpin's expression didn't change. "This is not an order. It's ramifications of your actions, hence the word 'punishment'. I cannot allow to have someone who would harm or worse incite racist views to the studentsto be their instructor." Ozpin then placed his hands on his desk, his expression still serious but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "And I am warning you right now. If something like this ever happens again, then I will have no choice but to expel you from Beacon Academy. You will force to leave the premises, your Huntsman licence will be revoked, and you will lose the support of Beacon, it's teachers, it's resources and most importantly, it's connections. Am I understood?" Ozpin asked in a strict tone that left no room for an argument. Glynda still held her stern expression, however, her eye betrays her hidden amusement, no doubt pleased with Julius's punishment.

Any lesser man would've cowered at what Ozpin was threatening to do, however, Julius is not like any of those weak cowards. He's a Grey Knight, one of the Emperor's finest warriors against the Ruinous Powers of Chaos.

And this man dared to try and scare him into submission with hallow threats.

Julius's grip on his sword hardened as his anger boiled, but decades of mental training and fortitude kept his fury in check. Glynda unholestered her weapon but kept it at her side, ready at a moments notice to protect her charge. On Ozpin's part he kept his strict gaze on Julius without breaking away, as if he already knew that this was going to happen.

After a brief moment of tense silence, Julius spoke. "You dare test my patience, Ozpin. Do you think your idle threats worry me? The only reason why I stay in your schola and follow your rules is because you are of use to me. If the opportunity arises, I will leave this schola and hunt down those responsible for the daemonic plague of this planet myself. With or without your support." Julius then released his hold on his sword as he slowly turned to leave. "So until then, do not think for a moment that you can order or threaten me like some lowly guardsman. My resolve is greater then yours Ozpin. While you sit here worrying about the safety of these students, I seek to make them true warriors of humanity. Able to face the dark future of war without fear or hesitation."

Julius then fully turned as he started making his way towards the exit. "And if you plan to obstruct my way of training them, then so be it. It's their lives that you have forfeited. They will be sorely unprepared for the horrors they will face outside the supposed safety of your schola. Just like those who foolishly lost their lives during the Battle of Beacon." Julius said as he exited the office, not giving Ozpin or the witch a single chance to argue back.

As Julius made his way down the tower his mind is clouded with boiling anger and annoyance. Angry against this schola, against the abhuman's view of equality, against Ozpin's views of peace and safety.

But most importantly, angry at himself for wasting precious time at such a heretical establishment for this long.

'I need to clear my mind of these thoughts. And too seek the Emperor's guidance once more.' Julius thought as he started making his way to someplace secluded. Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere familiar.


Location: Beacon Academy, Cafeteria

Pyrrha stared down at her meal with a blank expression, betraying no ounce of emotion. A simple salad mix with a healthy portion of both meat, veggies, and dressing. Something she usually enjoys eating while talking amongst her close friends.

However, this was not the case.

It was evening as Combat class just ended hours ago, but the events that has happened is still fresh in everyone's minds. What has happened between Blake and the T.A Julius had a detrimental effect on all of Team RWBY, especially Blake.

Pyrrha looked across her table to each member of her sister team. Since Combat Class, Pyrrha can tell that Team RWBY is slowly approaching their breaking point.

Ruby is slowly munching on a sandwich, clearly sad and miserable at what happened to Blake.

Yang is eating a burger, however, Pyrrha could tell that she stewing in her own anger and for good reason. Fortunately, it seems the blonde brawler is doing everything she can to remain calm and to keep her rage under check.

Weiss seemed to be the least effected out of all of them. However, she is stoically silent, her expression is a one of pure stoicism.

Blake on the other hand is currently absent, and Pyrrha knew why.

From what Ruby has told her, Blake shut herself off from the rest of her team and immediately went straight to her bed. Refusing to talk or much less move from her bed.

Pyrrha has never seen Blake like this, it reminded Pyrrha of the depression she went through after the death of Jaune. Jau- Julius's words must've hit Blake harder than anyone could've predicted.

Last time something as serious as this happened to Blake, it took Yang to talk her out of her personal vendetta against the White Fang and to return to Beacon after the Battle of Beacon. But as it is now, it seems like not even Yang can possibly bring Blake back to them this time.

Both teams are currently sitting at their usual table in the middle of the cafeteria. However, this consequently made them the literal center of attention amongst the surrounding students within the cafeteria. Reinforced by the fact that Blake is currently absent.

Pyrrha knew that ever since Combat Class, Blake's true identity as a faunus and the fact that she hid her identity and heritage for so long spread like wildfire throughout the entire school.

From what Pyrrha has heard so far was that majority of the faunus and their sympathizers within Beacon were either indifferent to Blake hiding her identity or understood completely why she did so. Pyrrha knew for a fact that it was very common for many faunus's to hide their animalistic traits in order to fit in with the rest of human society.

Of course there are those, both human and faunus, who sees this as a form of betrayal to the faunus's that are not so fortunate. These same people are either racists or strict faunus supporters who are too ignorant to see the bigger picture or faunus's that are just jealous that they themselves are not as fortunate to be able to hide their own faunus traits.

The confrontation between Blake and the combat T.A is now top of the rumor mill, and thanks to these same people many do not see Blake in a positive light.

Both Team RWBY and JNPR ate in solemn silence, even Nora remained eerily quiet. The atmosphere was tense between both teams, their silence only reinforcing the tense atmosphere. Unfortunately, this did little to stop them from hearing in on the conversations going on around them.

"Hey. Isn't that Team RWBY?"

"I heard their teammate Blake is actually a faunus."

"The one with the black bow?"

"Yeah, the bow was actually hiding cat ears."

"Really now?"

"And get this. Blake was told off by the newest combat T.A during combat class. Saying how she's a coward or something to hide her faunus trait."

"Man that's pretty brutal. Why would the T.A do that? I hope she's alright."

"Really? I think she got what she deserves."

"I know! She even made an entire speech about faunus being people and that they should be proud of their heritage."

"Really? What a freaking hypocrite."

"Yeah. Now I hear she's gone missing. Possibly ran away and hid like a coward."

"Hey what can you say? Faunus like her can't handle the truth. That's a faunus for you."

SLAM! CRASH!

Pyrrha jumped in her seat in surprise as across from her Ruby and Weiss did the same. Pyrrha herself was about to confront whoever was talking till she was abruptly interrupted by Yang, who slammed her metallic fist through the table, destroying a sizable portion of it. Now the cafeteria is suddenly silent.

Pyrrha watched as Yang stood from her seat. Her lilac eyes turned red with an expression of pure fury as her lips drew back into a vicious snarl.

Yang scanned the surrounding students. Fists clenched as Pyrrha swore she could hear blonde's metal fist groaning under the pressure. "WHY DON'T YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP! IF ANYONE HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT MY PARTNER THEN COME AND SAY IT TO MY FACE!" Yang roared out as she scanned the surrounding students, teeth gritting in anger daring anyone to come forth.

Pyrrha watched as many of the students refused to meet Yang's burning gaze as they suddenly found their meals much more interesting.

After a brief moment Yang clicked her tongue. "TCH! That's what I thought! Nothing but a bunch of spineless cowards!" Yang stated as she soon sat back down on her seat, still boiling with anger.

Weiss frowned annoyingly at the blonde brawler as she crossed her arms. "Yang. Was that really necessary? You know you could've just ignored them." Weiss said in an stern tone.

Yang snapped her head towards Weiss, anger renewed. "And let them insult Blake! Why!? Don't tell me you agree with them?" Yang accused angrily, eyes turning red once more.

Pyrrha saw that Weiss was far from intimidated as the ex-heiress returned Yang's glare with her own. "Of course not! Blake is our friend! And I would never agree with these ridiculous rumors! But do you think Blake would want us to get into a fight because of her? She already has enough on her plate as it is!" Weiss explained in a strict tone.

Fueled by anger, Yang went to retort, however, Ruby placed a firm hand on her sister's shoulder grabbing the blonde's attention. Yang turned to see Ruby giving her a serious expression as she shook her head. Yang closed her eyes and nodded as she slowly calmed herself.

It was moments like these that Pyrrha is reminded why she respected Ruby so much as a leader. To be able to hold her entire team together and to lead them through any circumstances and come out fine, something that Ruby greatly excels at above and beyond what Pyrrha could possibly do.

Pyrrha simply took the role of team leader out of necessity. A role she was sorely unqualified for.

After taking a moment to calm herself, Yang looked back to Weiss with a somber expression. "I know Weiss. But it gets me so angry when there is nothing I can do to help Blake. And it's all HIS FAULT!" Yang shouted, slamming her right hand on the table in a burst of anger.

Pyrrha frowned as pangs of guilt and sorrow twisted in her chest. Guilt because Yang didn't know the truth behind Julius's possible identity and sorrow because if Julius was truly Jaune, then the man she knew and loved has changed drastically.

Jaune. The admirable team leader, friend and the one she would give her heart to is now a fanatical warrior named Julius.

Before, Pyrrha still held onto the hope that some resemblance of Jaune was still somewhere within the armored knight. But now that hope was slowly dying down to a flickering flame. Julius is nothing like Jaune. Nothing like the kind and caring friend she knew and loved.

Where Jaune was kind, Julius is merciless. Where Jaune was sympathetic, Julius is ruthless. Where Jaune used to rely on close friends, Julius isolates himself and faces his obstacles alone.

What has happened to Jaune to turn him into this… this monster?

"Hey Pyrrha… are you ok?"

Pyrrha was suddenly brought out of her self-misery as she soon realized that Ruby asked her a question.

Pyrrha quickly calmed herself before nodding and giving Ruby her best smile. "I'm quite alright Ruby. Thank you for asking." Pyrrha replied in the most convincing tone she could muster.

Unfortunately, Ruby wasn't convinced. "Pyrrha. Don't try to lie, you fake smile every time you do." Ruby pointed out.

"It's true." Ren quipped while drinking his "smoothie".

Pyrrha sighed. "Was it that obvious?" Nora nodded vigorously as she swallowed a mouth full of food. "Yup! You do it every time whenever we talk about the scary T.A, like you're hiding something from us! Which reminds me… I still need to complete my revenge for Magnhild the 1st!" Nora said in a frustrated tone.

Weiss nodded in agreement. "Putting Nora's thirst for vengeance aside, she does have a point. Every time we talk about Mr. Arch you suddenly go silent and even less give your own opinions about the T.A." Weiss explained as Yang nodded in agreement, now calmed from her anger high. "Yeah I agree! Pyrrha, we're your friends. You can tell us anything that is bothering you. And don't worry, if it's about that jerk off of a T.A, we completely understand why you hate his guts." Yang said as the others nodded in agreement.

Pyrrha frowned as a renewed waves of guilt washed over her. Her closest friends think her silence is a form of pent up anger towards the armoured knight in question. They could not have been further from the truth.

Pyrrha wasn't angry, she was upset. Upset at the fact that no matter how understanding her friends are they will never understand her plight, never understand the true reason why she remains silent as they converse negatively about the armored knight.

How can she ever tell them the truth? That the man they all hate so much, the man that brought them so much pain is the very same man that they once called a dear friend? This haunting question infuriates her to no end.

Pyrrha turned her head to the side, refusing to meet any one of her friend's eyes. "Thank you Yang, but I rather not talk about it." Pyrrha said in a somber tone.

However, Yang wasn't the one to back down so easily. "Pyr… it's ok. You can tell us what's bothering you. I know you're nice and all, but I'm sure almost everyone in the school understands why you're angry at the racist in the giant armor. You're not alone." Yang said in a friendly tone.

Ruby nodded in agreement. "Yeah. If your scared of Mr. Arch, you don't have to be, we're here for you Pyrrha."

Pyrrha frowned, crossing her arms. "I'm not scared of him. It's just… Never mind, forget I said anything." Pyrrha said as she shook her head, her tone laced with guilt.

This time Weiss spoke. "What do you mean forget about it? Pyrrha… we're your friends. And as your friend, I demand to know what's wrong so I can console and support you properly like a good friend should." Weiss said in a strict tone. However, Pyrrha's frustrations and guilt only grew.

"Please… can we just drop it? None of you will ever understand if I told any of you." Pyrrha said, her tone filled with guilt and growing impatient by the second.

Both Ren and Nora shared worried looks as Ren spoke. "Uh… girls… I think you should just-"

Unfortunately for Ren, Yang ignored him and pushed forward. "Then try me Pyr. We'll never understand if you don't tell us. So please… what's bothering you? The last thing I want is another miserable friend. If it's the armored jerk off then we can possibly-"

"I SAID DROP IT!" Pyrrha exclaimed as she shot up from her seat while slamming her hands onto the table, glaring furiously into Yang's eyes.

The cafeteria for the second time went completely silent as everyone stared in shock/surprise at the normally calm and collected champion. However, none were more surprised then Pyrrha's friends. For as long as they have known her, Pyrrha never resorted to anger, violence or any form of shouting, mainly preferring to talk calmly out of her disagreements and arguments.

However, ever since Jaune's death, she had moments where she would lash out violently at those who would talk negatively about Jaune, no matter how insignificant it may seem.

The last time someone tried to insult Jaune in her presence it took the combined might of both Yang and Nora to wrest her off of the unfortunate student and to hold her back from actually killing said student. Since then all conversation about the deceased blonde came to a halt within Pyrrha's presence, least they incur her wrath.

There was a brief moment of tense silence as Pyrrha glared hatefully at a shocked Yang. As the tense atmosphere reached it's peak, Pyrrha turned and briskly made her way towards the cafeteria exit. Students in the path towards the exit quickly gave the furious Spartan a wide berth as she past through them and out the cafeteria.

It was only when Pyrrha left did the occupants of the cafeteria resumed their meals, albeit far more silently. However, for both Team RWBY and the last two members of Team JNPR, they were still shocked at Pyrrha's furious outburst.

Even with Jaune's death, Pyrrha has never yelled or lash out at them specifically, till now that is.

Ren sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yang… you just had to push her didn't you?" Ren rhetorically asked as he took another sip from his "smoothie".

"Was it something I said? Why did she get mad at me for?" Yang asked, still surprised at Pyrrha's outburst.

Weiss shook her head in disappointment. "You clearly can't read the atmosphere. Pyrrha was obviously uncomfortable about us pushing the subject about Mr. Arch." Weiss chastised.

"Hey! You were pushing her also Ice Queen!" Yang retorted angrily.

"Then why is she so miserable when we were talking about the T.A? It looked like she felt guilty about something." Nora said as both Yang and Weiss pondered on what Ruby just said.

"Don't know. But whatever it is, I hope Pyrrha is alright." Ruby said as she took another bite of her burger.


Location: Beacon Academy, Beacon Halls

Pyrrha marched her way through the empty halls of Beacon. She didn't know how long she has been walking for but she did not care. She needed to get as far away from her friends as possible.

'How could they hope to understand!? How can I tell them!? They will never believe me!? They will never believe that Julius is Jaune! Why!? Why must I suffer like this!?' Pyrrha thought as she felt tears trailing down her face.

Her brisk march slowed to a halt as she held her chest, desperately trying to hold back her tears. The guilt, the pain, the hole in her heart that could never be filled wracked her body in more ways then any Grimm could.

Pyrrha was at her breaking point, she desperately needed to calm down.

It was only after minutes of controlling her tears and emotions did Pyrrha realize where she is currently standing. Around her is an all too familiar hallway and just ahead she see's an all too familiar flight of stairs leading up to the one place she would always come to be alone.

The very roof tops where she and Jaune trained.

Knowing this, the previous pain of guilt and loneliness re-emerged but Pyrrha managed to remain calm. Without hesitation, Pyrrha made her way towards the stairs and slowly climbed its steps.

Against what her friends believe, Pyrrha has never truly healed from the loss of Jaune. She only managed to hide her misery deep behind a mask of self-acceptance, convincing her friends that she recovered from her depression.

However, the emotional pain of losing Jaune can never be healed as the hole in her heart constantly reminds her of that.

Every time something reminded her of Jaune, whether it was just talking about him or in one worse case insulting him, she would go to the roof tops, their roof tops, and vent out her emotions.

She would train rigorously until dawn, cry until she fell asleep, scream until her throat hurts, anything to ease the pain in her heart.

However, even she knew that these were nothing but temporary fixes.

And now she desperately needed some time alone.

As Pyrrha climbed the last flight of stairs she came face to face with the rooftop door, the last obstacle to her painful solitude and self-relief. Without hesitation Pyrrha turned the door handle and opened the door.

Only to suddenly stop at the door frame in mute shock and surprise.

Because just a few meters in front of her was someone she didn't expect to see.

It was the armoured knight Julius, seemingly kneeling towards the edge of the roof.

Even kneeling down, the armored knight imposing figure was nearly as tall as Pyrrha standing. His armoured back and massive pauldrons encompassing her entire vision as Pyrrha can see him holding his sword in both hands in front of him, seemingly praying like a knight of old.

She also noticed something that made her pause, on the roof floor just right of the knight is his helmet.

Pyrrha rubbed her eyes but the knight was still there, kneeling in total silence as only the sound of the wind could be heard.

'What is he doing here?' Pyrrha immediately thought as her previous emotions are now replaced with worry and concern.

Pyrrha silently stared at the still kneeling knight, not daring to interrupt him. After a moment Pyrrha considered leaving but suddenly thought otherwise.

Julius and Pyrrha are here on the roof alone. There was no one else around to interfere.

This is the perfect time to confront Julius, to confirm his identity once and for all.

With new found courage, Pyrrha started to slowly make her way towards the kneeling knight. Said knight remained stoically silent, seemingly unaware of Pyrrha's presence.

Pyrrha stopped just a few feet behind the kneeling knight. After a brief moment of hesitation, Pyrrha opened her mouth to speak.

"What purpose do you have to interrupt my prayer?"

Pyrrha took a step back in surprise as Julius retrieved his helm and stood up to his full intimidating height. The knight then wore his helm with an audible click as he attached his sword to his side and turned to meet Pyrrha's shocked expression.

There was a brief moment of tense silence.

"Speak." The knight demanded in a stern tone

Pyrrha quickly recovered from her shock, but as she went to speak she hesitated. What should she say? What can she say to the armored knight without incurring his wrath?

Unfortunately for Pyrrha, Julius's patience ran thin. "You wasted enough of my time." The knight then shoved Pyrrha to the side as he made his way towards the door.

Pyrrha panicked. "Jaune please wait!"

The knight stopped in his tracks as he slightly turned his massive bulk to meet Pyrrha's gaze. "What did you call me?" Julius asked in a dangerous tone.

Pyrrha suppressed her fear as she continued. "Jaune… your name is Jaune. You are Jaune, are you not?" Pyrrha asked as confidently as she can.

The knight's visors stared into Pyrrha's green eyes, as if contemplating whether or not to speak or leave.

After a brief moment of tense silence Julius spoke. "No… I am not." Julius answered as he turned back towards the door.

However, Pyrrha would have none of that. "No! You're lying! You are Jaune! You both have the same aura! You know my name! And… and…"

The knight reached the door as he grasped the handle to open.

"You both have the same blue eyes. The same blue eyes that I fell in love with."

At this the knight paused, Pyrrha waited for a moment for a reply but received none.

Pyrrha's hope grew as her eyes started to water with tears. "I was right. Jaune… it's really you." Pyrrha said as the first time since Jaune's death she felt hope.

The knight stayed silent as Pyrrha slowly approached him. "Jaune… please… I missed you so much. Everyday I wished to see you just once more, to tell you how much I love you. I kept telling myself and hoping to god that you hadn't died and it was all just a bad dream. But now that you're here… you changed so much." Pyrrha stood just behind the knight, her hand just hovering over his armored back, hesitant to touch him.

"What happened Jaune? What changed you? Please tell me. I can help! We can work it out together. Then we can be together aga-"

Suddenly, Pyrrha was violently interrupted by an armoured hand grasping her throat. Pyrrha gagged uselessly for air as she tried desperately to escape the knight's grasp but to no avail.

Pyrrha's panicked eyes stared at Julius's own glaring visors, she can feel the knight glaring at her from underneath his helm.

After a brief moment, the knight finally spoke. "Do not mistake me for that weak willed human. The Jaune Arc you knew died on the same night he slayed the heretical witch on top of this schola's tower. But by the grace of the God Emperor, I was reborn and forged into a weapon to fight in the name of the God Emperor and to defend humanity from all those who seek its ruination." Julius then brought Pyrrha closer, his visor glaring straight into Pyrrha's eyes. "I will make this clear... I do not hold any love to you. I do not care that you know my past. And I WILL NOT forsake my sacred duty to the Emperor and to all of Mankind for your sake!" Julius said as Pyrrha started to lose consciousness. But just before Pyrrha could pass out, Julius released her as she fell and crumpled hard onto the roof floor, couching and gagging violently for air.

After a brief moment of catching her breath, Julius spoke. "Let this be a warning to you, Pyrrha Nikos. The Jaune Arc you knew, is dead." Julius said as Pyrrha watched the knight leave through the door, leaving Pyrrha alone on the roof.

Pyrrha curled into herself, laying on the cold roof floor as tears flowed freely from her eyes. The hole in her heart was ripped open even wider as the burning pain from her neck couldn't even compare to what she was feeling right now.

She could do nothing but cry, knowing that the man she loved with all her heart is now truly gone.


Location: Beacon Academy, Ozpin's Office

Ozpin sighed as he took another sip from his beloved mug.

It has been two days since he punished Julius for what he did to Blake. Since then, Julius avoided or outright refused to interact with any of the staff and students and spent most of yesterday in the Emerald Forest hunting down and killing any Grimm he could find.

Ozpin just now received an updated report on the second year's attendance. The headmaster has been keeping an eye on all of his students, making sure they were excelling to the best of their abilities.

However, in this case his eyes are focused on one name. Blake Belladonna.

Ozpin sighed as he saw another absence mark beside her name. Since the incident, Ozpin has kept a close eye on the cat eared faunus, knowing fully well of Blake's situation.

Ozpin closed the attendance report and switched to another screen, showing a live vid from the Emerald Forest. What he saw did not surprise him at the least.

The headmaster watched as Julius bisected three Beowolves before gutting the Alpha and brutally stomped on it's head. Then the indomitable knight soon left the evaporating corpses, no doubt to find more Grimm to slay.

Ozpin shut the holo-screen off as he rubbed the stress out of his eyes.

Through his years of experience, meeting and fighting against untold amount of people, he has never faced against someone who was as difficult as Julius.

It wasn't the fact that Julius used to be one of his students that died and turned into a warrior from another dimension. No, it was the fact that Ozpin cannot fully understand much less comprehend what Jaune went through to turn him into the fanatical warrior named Julius.

When Julius first explained what he is and what he fought in his previous universe, Ozpin was both fascinated and concerned. Fascinated of another universe filled with unknown life and concerned of the dangers that the universe can hold and just how small Remnant really is.

Trusting his initial judgement of large knight, Ozpin gave Julius a chance to possibly reintegrate back into his home once again, to live the life that Jaune would've possibly wanted. Ozpin at the time believed that he understood Julius and what he went through, believing that with time interacting with his students and the other staff, Julius will one day seek peace and put away his sword and settle down.

Oh how foolish Ozpin was. Not only Julius proved that he was nothing like the boy that Ozpin knew, but Ozpin had a front row seat at how grossly he underestimated the knight's resolve for war and extermination of all that is not human.

And this begs the question. Just how horrible was Julius's universe that requires warriors like him?

As Ozpin pondered on the question that will never be answered, an incoming video call came through his desk terminal.

Ozpin immediately recognized the caller ID and accepted the video call. "James. Is their something that you need?" Ozpin asked, greeting the strict faced general.

"Ozpin we have a situation." Ironwood said, his tone serious.

Ozpin's expression turned serious. "What happened James?"

"Three Atlas Airships are arriving to Vale within the hour." Ironwood said.

Ozpin raised a suspicious eyebrow. "And why are you sharing this with me James?" Ozpin question in a cautious tone. The headmaster knew that the general would not share any military information willingly unless it concerns his school, his students, or all of Vale.

Ironwood's expression turns stern "They're the 13th Battalion of Atlas, the Forsaken Warriors."

Ozpin immediately knew who they are as he made the effort to know every person of importance on Remnant. The 13th Battalion is infamous for taking the most suicidal missions from the Atlas Council and have a morality rate in the high 80's. This battalion in particular was reformed almost two decades ago by an infamous Atlas general named Ford Gainsboros.

And this same battalion is coming to Vale.

"James. Do you know the reason for their visit?" Ozpin asked, his tone serious.

The general shook his head. "Unfortunately I don't. I tried numerous times to hail his ship, but all attempts of communications were ignored, but his ships are heading directly towards Beacon as we talk now. You can see them outside your window." Ironwood explained.

Ozpin turned his chair and gazed outside his office windows. What he saw in the distance was three Atlas Airships, but unlike Ironwood's ships these ships were painted completely black with grey edging.

Ozpin turned back to his desk terminal. "I see what you mean James. Would you possibly accompany me to greet the famed general Grainsboros?" Ozpin asked much to Ironwood's growing worry.

"Oz… you know as well as I do the kind of person general Gainsboros is. Whatever it is he's here for, that general will go to any length to achieve his mission." Ironwood said, his tone laced with worry.

Ozpin nodded. "And that's why we need to greet him in person, find out what he's here for and do everything we can so that his mission runs as smoothly as possible." Ozpin explained in a calm and controlled tone.

However, Ironwood wasn't convinced. "And what if he turns out to be less then cooperative?" Ironwood questioned.

Ozpin turned his wheel chair towards the windows.

"Than we will do everything in our power to reduce the collateral damage that follows."


Location: Beacon Academy, Air Docks

General James Ironwood stood in front of the Beacon Air Docks besides his long time friend and trusted companion, Ozpin.

However, they were not alone as Glynda is with them as well as a small contingent of Atlesian Knights were with them as an escort.

However, even with all the company he has brought Ironwood couldn't help but feel nervous. The person he's about to confront

General Gainsboros.

From what Ironwood has learned this man appeared forty years ago and enlisted into the Atlas Military's officer program around the age of 18. Through the program his knowledge on warfare and tactics were questionable and in some instances downright inhumane, he would've failed the officer program if it were not for the surprising and stalwart support from Atlas's top scientist, Dr. Polendina.

No one knew exactly why the famed Doctor supported a potential war criminal, but the Doctor used his connections to get Gainsboros to graduate as a Second Lieutenant and was assigned to one of the most infamous general's of Atlas at the time, general Alabaster Goodwing.

General Goodwing was in charge of the Atlas 13th Battalion and was notorious for the blatant disregard of both human and faunus life under his command. The man had little to no experience, racists towards the faunus, selfish and only thinking about his own gain and glory, and is considered a coward in actual battle. However, the general was from a prominent noble family within Atlas who had close connections with the council, thus explaining how he kept his rank and position for so long.

The General's leadership often lead his men and Atlesian Knight's to certain death and destruction, losing many lives and even millions of lien in military assets. Thus the Atlas Council stopped supplying the general with knights but instead criminals from various Atlas's prisons and detention centres and given the barest of military supplies.

The general and his army of convicts were also notoriously known to extort the poor villages they were often tasked to secure and defend, often leaving them with almost nothing.

However, from what Ironwood has learned, that changed when Gainsboros came into the picture.

In the first month of being recruited under the command of general Goodwing, Gainsboros proved to both the convict soldiers and to the general himself that he was not one to be trifled with.

Gainsboros was ruthless to the soldiers under his command, pushing these men and women above and beyond the bounds of human and even faunus limits, weeded out and ruthlessly punished any soldier who went out of line or questioned his orders, and even executed many soldiers and even the 1st lieutenant who tried to run from the battlefield.

Even though Gainboros's methods strikes fear into the hearts of the men and women under the general's command, many of the soldiers in question cannot deny Gainsboros's effectiveness, charisma and strength as a commander compared to their greedy general.

Gainboros always lead his soldiers with no ounce of fear or hesitation and always fighting with the soldiers instead of sitting in a HQ away from the battle. Gainboro also punished everyone equally, he did not care whether they're faunus or human, he would treat and punish all his soldiers equally. But the selling point of Gainsboros was the fact his tactics and strategies were extremely effective at the cost of little or many lives.

Overall, the soldiers under the command of general Goodwing started to see and respect Gainsboros as a more competent leader, something that Goodwing was not pleased about.

In an attempt to get rid of Gainboros, the general has tasked the lieutenant with numerous suicidal incursions into heavily Grimm infested territories in hopes to kill Gainsboros. However, each and every time Gainsboros would return victorious but not without high casualties among his soldiers.

But not only does Gainboros survive, but the soldiers that survive alongside him become almost fanatically loyal to Gainsboros, something that no doubt infuriated the general to no end.

However, everything changed when General Goodwing was tasked by the Atlas Council to secure and protect a new Schnee Dust mining settlement far in the edges of Atlas territory.

The general agreed, no doubt trying to be in the good graces of the powerful Schnee Dust Company, but once his battalion arrived they were soon attacked on all sides by Grimm.

When the massive Grimm horde arrived, Gainsboros, now a 1st lieutenant, immediately organized the defence of the village, however, the general had other ideas.

With the closing on all sides, the general planned to leave the mining village and his soldiers to their fate and escape.

On the official reports, general Goodwing was labeled MIA. But from what Ironwood learned the general was caught by Gainsboros's most loyal men, brought to Gainsboros himself, tried to make numerous excuses and even begged for his life, and was ultimately shot by Gainsboros himself on the accounts of desertion.

What followed after was considered one of the bloodiest battles that the 13th Battalion has ever experienced. Soldiers and miner's side by side fighting tooth and nail against the unrelenting hordes of Grimm.

And leading them at the front was Gainboros, driving his men to fight harder.

They held for hours until an Atlas fleet managed to come to the rescue and pushed the horde of Grimm back.

Afterwards, Gainboros received numerous medals of honor and was promoted the newest general of the 13th Battalion.

This was all in a span of twenty years.

Since becoming a general, Ford Gainsboros continued to lead his soldiers with ruthless efficiency and suicidal tactics that became infamous among all members of the Atlas Military. Unlike other generals of the Atlas army, general Ford strictly refused to use any Atlesian knight models or drones in his army, stating that "A simple drone cannot compare to the might that is man," thus making his army one of the smallest among Atlas with only around 330 active soldiers at the time.

Due to the lack of volunteers, his recruitment stayed the same, taking hardened criminals from Atlas detention centres and prisons and somehow shaping them into loyal soldiers.

And with this army, he would take only the most dangerous missions, missions that no other generals would even dare take due to the risks involved. But each and every time, even with high casualties, Gainsboros and his soldiers would return stronger then ever.

This made him and his battalion infamous within the Atlas Military as they soon earned the nickname 'The Forsaken Warriors' due to their suicidal missions and the amount of soldiers with criminal records within the general's army.

Since the reformation of the 13th Battalion, the Atlas Council at the time saw the effectiveness of the general's command and the results they yield, thus giving general Ford the most suicidal of missions with the barest of military supplies.

Instead having an entire fleet under his command, general Gainsboros only has a single airship, a small fleet of bullheads for troop transport and no access to higher tech vehicles or weaponry.

His soldiers have the bare essentials, a simple helmet, simple body armor, a standard issue rifle, some ammunition and grenades, and a combat knife.

Other Atlas generals would've complained or even outraged about the low quality of equipment of their soldiers, however, general Gainsboros took it in strides and accepted such equipment.

Other then Dr. Polendina's continued support, the rest of the Atlas council and military saw the 13th Battalion as nothing but a cheap expandable army to send to do their dangerous dirty work.

However, their perception of the 13th Battalion changed with the Battle of Beacon.

After watching and seeing their own Atlesian Knight's and Paladins being remotely hacked and turned against both the denizens of Vale and the Atlas soldiers, the Atlas Council's opinion about the 13th Battalion drastically changed.

In one of their efforts to fix relations with the other kingdoms, the Atlas Council practically show cased and advertised the infamous 13th Battalion as one of the most loyal armies of the Atlas Kingdom, due to the fact that the 13th Battalion is the only army without any active Atlesian Knight models.

Soon enough the 13th Battalion have recruits coming in by the dozens and more funding and access to higher military tech from the Atlas Military then ever before.

Now general Gainsboros's 13th Battalion is one of the most powerful armies within the Atlas Kingdom with some of the most hardened veterans under his direct command and powerful political support from most of the Atlas council.

And ironwood is about to confront this very same general.

Both Ironwood and Ozpin observed as all three airships landed on each of the three separate platforms, each kicking up a wind storm with their landings and engines deafening all other noise.

As the engines finally shut off, the middle Airship towering over both Ozpin and Ironwood slowly opened its bottom ramp, slowly revealing its massive hanger.

As soon as the ramp touched the ground, both Ironwood and Ozpin could hear the marching of multiple footsteps, each marching in sync with one another.

Eventually multiple figures appeared as they made their way down the large ramp. On either sides of the ramp were two lines of marching soldiers, ten for each line. However, unlike the standard soldier of the Atlas Military, these soldiers were completely different and personally customized.

For one each of these soldiers were wearing dark grey military fatigues underneath a black and somewhat bulky protective armor/vest and supply packs. Encompassing their entire head is a black, fully enclosed helmet while their face is covered in what appears to be a gas mask with red tinted goggles. What each of these soldiers were carrying in their hands appears to be some sort of large bulky rifle with wires and tubing attached to their large and bulky backpack.

Ironwood knew exactly who these soldiers are, they're general Gainsboros's most elite soldiers, the Storm Troopers of the 13th Battalion.

Ironwood has heard of these soldiers from numerous reports. These soldiers undertook some of the most dangerous missions often lead by the general himself, they have superior training that possibly rival's even full fledge huntsmen, high tech equipment straight from Dr. Polendina's laboratories, and each of these soldier's have their auras unlocked in addition.

Ironwood would be lying to himself if he didn't want to have a squad of these soldiers himself, these troopers were proven many times to be pinnacle of efficient and will see any mission through no matter how dangerous.

Unfortunately, these soldiers are only loyal to the general that formed them.

Once the last of the Storm Troopers made it down the ramp, both lines immediately stopped before the soldiers immediately turned to face the soldier across from them in perfect sync.

"He certainly knows how to make an entrance." Glynda stated, her tone far from pleased.

No one replied as two figures soon made their way down the ramp walking side by side.

The first figure was someone that Ironwood knew all too well, the infamous general Gainsboro's.

Said general is a tall imposing man with an impressive physique. He has short grey hair, a stern weathered face and black eyes hardened through his years as a military commander. He's wearing his personal military attire, a black military suit with a black tie and grey dress shirt underneath, a black officer's coat, black dress pants, black combat boots and leather gloves and to finish it all off a black wide brim officer's cap with the symbol of the Atlas Military.

Beneath his coat Ironwood couldn't help but noticed the handle of his saber and the holster of his pistol.

To the general's right is another soldier, however, different even compared to the Storm Troopers.

This unknown soldier was as nearly as tall as general Gainsboros, only short by an inch. This soldier was wearing black body armor over a lighter shade of black trench coat, black armor leg plating over his black pants, black combat boots and gloves.

However, the most prominent feature of this soldier was the simple helmet on top of a somewhat primitive looking gas mask with a white skull painted on it's mask and a breathing tube attached to something behind it's back.

This unknown soldier was also carrying similar equipment to the Storm Troopers, a large bulky rifle attached to a large backpack.

These two made for imposing figures, especially the general as he took steady but powerful steps as he approached both Ironwood and Ozpin with both hands clasped behind his back.

The general's expression remained stoic as his hardened eyes never left Ironwoods, as if he's silently judging and testing his fellow commander.

As the general walked through the line of Storm Troopers, the Storm Troopers on both sides saluted as the general walked pass, not even bothering to give his soldiers a glance.

Soon enough the infamous general and the unknown soldier stood in front of Ironwood, Ozpin and Glynda as the Atlesian Knights stood behind them. There was tense silence as both parties silently stared at one another, sizing one another's strengths and weaknesses.

Eventually, Ozpin spoke. "Greetings general Gainsboros. I welcome you to my academy." Ozpin greeted raising his hand for a shake, no doubt testing the waters.

The general turned to look at Ozpin and grasped his hand in a firm shake. "The pleasure is all mine headmaster." General Gainsboros turned his attention back to Ironwood. "And greetings to you, Ironwood. I see you're still using those drones even after what has occurred here." The general commented. Though his tone was calm, Ironwood could still pick up the hint of disapproval in his voice.

Ironwood frowned. "Well we can't all have access to men readily to die for our kingdom's sake. I make do with what I have at hand." Ironwood replied back.

General Gainsboros's eyebrows creased into a slight frown. "Though a machine may have its uses, it's nothing but a tool used by those who wield it as a weapon. They do not know true strength of loyalty and self sacrifice." The general retorted with conviction.

"And your men do?" Ironwood said, more out of spite then anything.

However, instead of replying, the general gave Ironwood a stern frown.

"TROOPERS! WHO ARE WE!?" The general suddenly exclaimed, much to Ironwood's surprise.

"THE 13TH BATTALION!" The troopers replied in perfect unison.

"WHERE DO OUR LOYALTIES LIE!?

"TO THE KINGDOMS AND ALL THOSE WHO SERVE!"

"WHAT IS OUR DUTY!?"

"TO FIGHT AND DIE FOR THE KINGDOMS AND ALL THOSE WHO SERVE!"

"AND WHY DO WE FIGHT!?"

"SO THAT THE KINGDOMS AND ALL THOSE WHO SERVE CAN LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY!"

There was complete silence as the general stared coldly into Ironwood's wide eyes. "Does that answer your question. General Ironwood." General Gainsboros said in a warning tone.

Before the situation could escalate, Glynda interrupted. "Was that really necessary?" Glynda asked in an annoyed tone.

"Are you questioning the general's judgement?" Spoke the unknown soldier in an emotionless tone. This surprised Ironwood, even though the soldier's voice was devoid of any emotion there was no mistaking the feminine tone in the soldier's voice.

This unknown soldier was actually a woman. It was hard to discern her gender due to the large coat and the gas mask covering her face.

And from Glynda's expression, she wasn't expecting a woman's voice either. "Excuse me? Could you care to repeat that?" Glynda asked in a warning tone.

The unknown soldier stood face to face with Glynda. "Are you questioning the general's judgement?" The soldier repeated, her tone notably lower.

Before both women could come to blows, the general spoke. "Lieutenant Grau, stand down!"

"Yes general." The now named Grau replied obediently as she Immediately backed away from the still glaring Glynda. General Gainsboros turned his attention back towards Ozpin. "I apologize for my lieutenant. She can be overzealous at times." The general apologized.

Ozpin nodded "There is no problems and I also apologize on my companion's behalf. That was an impressive show of your soldier's stalwart duties, but the reason for your sudden arrival is still unknown to us. Care to explain?" Ozpin asked, quickly changing the subject.

General Gainsboros nodded. "Yes, I'm here to escort a VIP who wanted to meet you Ozpin." The general replied.

Ozpin, Ironwood and Glynda became curious. "Who wanted to meet with me?" Ozpin asked curiously.

The general simply turned his head back towards his Airship. "He should be arriving any moment now." The general said as right on que a short figure came running out of the airship and down the ramp.

Both Ironwood's eyes widened in surprise. It was none other then Dr. Polendina himself.

Last Ironwood heard, Dr. Polendina locked himself in his personal office since the death of Penny. What reason does he have with Ozpin?

Ironwood immediately had a hunch, one that he doesn't like.

Dr. Poledina finally arrived as he looked exhausted. "I'm sorry for my timely arrival everyone, needed to look over some last minute notes and schematics of the Airship! Hope I wasn't keeping all of you too long?" The famous doctor apologized as he took a moment to catch his breath.

Ozpin chuckled. "No worries Dr. Polendina. It's an honor to meet the man that revolutionized the world." Ozpin complimented as he reached to shake the doctor's hand.

Dr. Polendina took Ozpin's hand with eager vigor. "No the honor is all mine Ozpin! Thank you for accommodating me and general Gainsboros's men. Now that I'm here can we move to a more private place to discuss why sudden arrival?" The doctor asked.

Ozpin nodded. "Of course. We can move this conversation to my office. The general can come if he wishes but his soldiers will have to stay inside their airships or tour around Vale if they like." Ozpin said as he turned his wheel chair towards the academy.

The general shook his head. "Thank you for the offer headmaster, but I must oversee my men. I trust Dr. Polendina in your hands." General Gainsboros politely declined as he turned towards his Shock Troopers "TROOPERS! MOVE OUT!" The general barked as the soldiers turned towards the ship and rushed back in, with the general and his lieutenant following behind them.

Once the general left, Ozpin led the group and the famed doctor back into Beacon Academy.

Soon enough the group arrived in Ozpin's office, with Ozpin sitting behind his signature desk, Glynda to his left and Ironwood to his right.

And in front of them is the famed doctor.

"Now before we continue. May I ask the reason for your sudden visit doctor?" Ozpin curiously asked.

The Doctor smiled. "Well from a reliable source, it has come to my attention that you recently acquired something of considerable interest." Dr. Polendina said rubbing his hands together. Immediately Ironwood's previous hunch seemed very likely.

Ozpin's expression remained calm, but Ironwood can tell he also came to the same conclusion. "And what will that be Dr. Polendina?" Ozpin asked, sounding none the wiser.

As if a switch was flipped, Dr. Polendina's friendly demeanor suddenly turned serious.

"There is no use from hiding him from me Ozpin. I know very well that he's been hired by you as a simple teaching assistant for your combat classes. Now tell me Ozpin…" The doctor placed both hands onto the desk as he stared straight into Ozpin's unflinching gaze.

"Where is Julius Arch?"

AN:

And done. Sorry for the long delay for this chapter. University and all of the stress that brings with it.

Now to answer some questions you all may have.

1. Does Julius know about the relationship between Dr. Polendina and Penny? You will find out in the next chapter.

2. Will the SS ARKOS ever be restored? Can an Emperor Class Battleship in a middle of a warp storm and attacked on all sides by Chaos be considered salvageable? No.

3. Will there be other Space Marines coming to Remnant? Maybe or maybe not, I haven't planned any as of yet.

4. Will the story eventually follow the canon? Some aspects of the canon will be integrated into this story, but overall this story will deviate from the canon RWBY.

If you have any comments, suggestion or reviews either PM me or leave it in the comment section.

AND I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH THAT I CAN'T REPLY TO GUEST ACCOUNTS!

Now since I took so long to write this chapter I added a little Omake. Enjoy.

NOTE: Is a what-if scenario where Julius stays in the Warp with our favourite Grey Knight.

OMAKE: Warp Hi-jinks

Julius woke from his unconsciousness, he immediately felt, saw, and tasted something was wrong.

Around him was purple gaseous clouds of lighting, hurricanes, and incoherent screaming noises.

There was no doubt about it. He's in the Warp.

Immediately Julius felt the unrelenting urge to kill the very air around him. He would've if he had his sword.

With no sword in hand, Julius stood up from the heretical ground and observed the heretical skies, the heretical grass, and the heretical trees surrounding him.

As he looked around the heresy surrounding him, his foot hit something hard.

He looked down and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

It was his non-heretical sword laying on the grass of heresy.

Before his sword could be tainted, Julius picked up his sword and adjusted his grip on it.

Now he is armed and ready to purge.

And just before he could go on a purging spree, there was one question that was blaring in his mind.

"How do I get out of here?" Julius asked himself.

But before he could ponder any further something literally popped into his vision.

"HELLO!"

"RAAAUGH!" Julius screamed as he swung his sword at the daemon in front of him.

However, said daemon popped its head from it's body to dodge the swing before reattaching it back.

It was only after getting a closer look that Julius realized who he tried to kill.

It was the man who was trapped in the warp for eternity.

The slayer of countless daemons.

The Emperor's own wrath made manifest.

Saviour of the Grey Knights.

Wielder of the mighty Titan sword.

The man who spanked Khorne's daemon generals.

The bringer of soap to Nurgle's domain.

The motor boater bane of Slaanesh.

The Kool-aid man nightmare of Tzeentch.

The one that Julius has a secret poster of in his personal praying room.

The one and only, Kaldor Draigo.

Immediately Julius kneeled before the pinnacle of Grey Knight glory.

"FORGIVE ME LORD DRAIGO! IF I WOULD'VE KNOWN IT WAS YOU, I WOULD HAVE NEVER-"

"PIZZA BOY! IS THAT YOU!?"

Julius paused. "W-What did you say my-"

"ARE YOU THE PIZZA BOY THAT I CALLED FOR THREE CENTURIES AGO!?I ORDERED a INTENSIVE FOOT MASSAGE!" Draigo exclaimed.

Julius was now concerned. "N-No my lord I'm not-"

CCCRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGHH!

Suddenly surrounding the Grey Knights on all sides is a massive horde of daemons of all types.

Julius saw the bloodlust in the Khornate daemons.

The uncomfortable amount of lust radiating (and dripping) from the daemons of Slaanesh.

The friendly/gut retching demeanor of the Plague Daemons.

The pink and blue horrors of Tzeentch daemons as well as the two headed birds.

It did not look good for the Grey Knights but Julius did not care.

He would die fighting.

"If I'm to die fighting the Daemons of the Warp, then so be it." Julius then readied his sword and took his combat stance. "FOR I AM THE EMPEROR'S ANGEL OF DEATH! THE TIP OF HIS SPEAR! AND THE EDGE OF HIS SWORD! I WILL-"

"THE DAEMONS HAVE BEEN SLAIN PIZZA BOY!"

Julius blinked. All around him were the cold unmoving bodies of the daemons of Chaos. There was no noise, no blood and much less no visible wounds. It was as if the daemons simply keeled over and died.

And floating upside down above them was Kaldor Draigo.

Julius dropped his sword. "H-H-How…"

"BECAUSE I CAN PIZZA BOY!" Draigo exclaimed.

The old Grey Knight turned and pointed his sword towards the horizon. "NOW COME PIZZA BOY! WE MUST SPREAD THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP TO ALL THE EVIL LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE WARP! FOR NARNIA!" Draigo roared as he hopped onto a rainbow unicorn tiger (which Julius swore wasn't there a moment ago) and flew into the sunset (which Julius swore wasn't there also).

Julius just stood where he was as, processing what he just witnessed.

Just as the corpses surrounding him started to rot (in the plague daemons case, even more then usual) Julius picked up his sword and slowly strolled to were Draigo was last seen headed.

In order to escape Warp, he must first embrace madness in the form of Kaldor Draigo.

AN:

And done. Hope you all enjoyed and see you all next chapter.