MeteorElDrago: All in good time, That one will have its next time posted soon.

Guest: Depends on how I feel and others respond to them honestly, Broly for sure though.

Guest: Not happening I don't care about ships one way or another.

Guest: Eh, can't deny it but it just sorta fitted, besides I needed somebody to fit Weiss's mold in this.

Chapter 15: Pyrrhic Knight


Concept: What I think might have happened after Jaune had finished calling Weiss during The Fall

Appearance: None


He didn't know what to do… It all just happened so fast…

He remembered heeding Ozpin's command, and upon them finally managing to exit the CCT, he didn't waste time quickly pulling out his scroll looking for Glynda's scroll number. But he was panicked and rattled making it hard for him to focus.

However, those thoughts dissipated when he looked to his left to find his partner looking to the CCT. She wasn't rattled nor scared, merely concerned. As if she somehow knew what was going on so he asked.

"Pyrrha, what was all that?" He thought he had asked in a calm matter but honestly, he didn't know and if her nervous response was any indication it wasn't. However, those thoughts were quickly cut off by the earth shaking beneath them. It was then that he saw her… the girl who had killed the lady in the other pod beside Pyrrha seeming to fly to the top of the CCT. But how? She was fighting the headmaster… unless.

"But…Ozpin…" The next thing he knew Pyrrha was ordering him to leave to vale and get help.

"Huh? What're you gonna do?" If he hadn't known better he'd have thought she was saying for him to go alone. However, the next moment he was proven right as instead of looking to him she turned her gaze to the peak of the CCT. He saw it in her eyes, the same look she had everytime she readied to fight. Pyrrha had no intention of leaving.

"No…" He tried to convince her, after all what could she do? Against any common thug, criminal or Grimm sure but that, that person killed Ozpin. The headmaster of Beacon academy in minutes. Jaune didn't even need to think about it to know she was in over her head.

Finally when he knew he couldn't convince her he put his foot down on the issue.

"Pyrrha I won't let you do th-" However he never finished his sentence as he felt her wrap herself around him a warmth emanating from his lips. It was only after a pregnant second that he realized what she was doing, what they were doing. Almost naturally his arms wrapped around her waist however like all good things it wasn't meant to last.

Slowly she pulled back her lips and as she did he finally noticed how beautiful she was, it was funny really. She had always been beside him since initiation, yet it was only now that he saw her as a woman instead of his partner, friend and mentor. Yet before he could speak or even gather his thoughts she spoke two simple words.

"I'm sorry." As the words left her mouth he felt a odd sensation surround his armor pieces, with a push he was sent flying far further then what she should have been capable of. Next thing he knew he was in the locker beside them the door shutting. It didn't take long for him to realize what this was.

Polarity!

She then stepped towards the locker and begun to tap in what he knew must have been coordinates.

No… No, No, NO!

He begged and pleaded to her all the while taking in the features of his partner, his friend and possibly more… finally she turned her gaze from the panel and then to him. Emerald met azure, in his eyes a desperate anxiety and in hers a wordless farewell. She then took a single step back and he knew… he had failed.
Desperately he struggled to do something, anything! Anything at all! But its space was too tight to put enough strength in to open the locker and his scroll wouldn't connect fast enough at the speed he was going.

Please!

Finally, it begun to connect and with it a faint hope, as it connected to the Scroll Number.

"Where are you?" he didn't hear what she said but it didn't matter all that did was that he heard her voice at that moment she really did seem like a angel which made it ironic that it was first time he could remember calling her by name.

"Weiss! Please you have to stop her!" He explained as fast as his rattled mind would let him.

"Where are you?" He could hear the concern in her voice whether it was from the chaos around them, his explanation or him calling her by name that made her feel so didn't matter though. Weiss was worried about him, but he wasn't in trouble Pyrrha insured that… All this confusion changed to rage and fear. And he found himself angry at Weiss, for worrying about him when it was Pyrrha who needed them!

"Don't worry about me!" He shouted with so much force that his head became light and he struggled to stand leaning against the nearest wall. It was almost laughable how quickly the rage left his form after that and shifted to anxiety not for himself, but her. His father always told him a true man never begs yet the whimper came out so easily.

"Please… You have to save Pyrrha."

"We will." The smallest spec of hope emerged at the heiress's words.

"Are you okay?" In retrospect she was only concerned, yet to him… those words mocked inducing what remnants of frustration remained. With a yell he threw his scroll before he fell to his knees. Pleading once more to who he didn't know…

However, those desperate pleads were to soon cut off as a shadow flew over him he looked up and saw it then… A Grimm, it was massive shaped like a dragon twisted by the darkness. The colossal beast then circled the CCT before landing upon it. What he thought he could do he didn't know all he did know was that before he could think he was running towards it.

Weiss, Ruby…Pyrrha!

Weiss and Ruby were heading there and Pyrrha, Pyrrha was already there fighting that Woman!

No!

Jaune picked up his speed ignoring how his legs pleaded for him to stop. However, his fear and panic became a beacon drawing in any and all nearby Grimm. A Beowulf routed him coming between him and the road there, what happened next was so fast. All his fear and rage mixed and combined birthing a desperate determination. Gripping his families' heirloom, he swung with all his might.

And in response Crocea Mors tore through flesh and blood alike cleaving apart the Grimm the air screeching as it bisected the soulless monster. Each step he took was opposed by the creature of Grimm the scurge upon society, the very things Pyrrha was training him to fight. Yet at that moment they didn't matter, none of this mattered.

"Get out of my way!" His aura flared in response to his soul. From the roaring arc a bright radiance emerged threatening to engulf the Grimm before him. They backed away a step seemingly fearful of the light however Jaune didn't see that all he saw was what stood in his way. The world went blurry as the Arc roared like a beast swinging Crocea Mors wildly.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Beowulves, Ursa and Creepers alike were cut to pieces by the blade named death. In his mine their names kept repeating driving his every desperate step. As he begun to make out the CCT a bit better he saw it small, faint glyphs beginning to line up along the CCT's side.

Glyphs? Weiss!

His legs picked up speed as he pushed every ounce of stamina he could into his sprint.

Please…

He then saw his first friend in Beacon rush up the glyphs towards the tower top.

Please…

The spec begun to expand as he felt hope begun to seethe throughout his body.

"Save her!"

However, As soon as the words left his lips, he saw it a bright silver light the same shade as Ruby's eyes enveloped the CCT accompany by an inhuman cry of despair. Yet, even so, he recognized it, it was Ruby's, at that moment he didn't know how he knew… he just did.

The knight stopped and looked to the light his body trembling as his aura the representation of his soul begun to ripple.

"Pyrrha?" Crocea Mors fell from his grasp landing roughly against the floor as he fell to his knees his eyes never parting from the beautiful yet despairing silver streams of light.

"Pyrrha…" The trembling increased as tears begun to cloud his eyes.

"PYRRHA!" Slowly the light began to retreat to its source Jaune never looked away from it… He didn't know what possibly compelled him to step forward in that state, no he did it was just impossible. The disillusion that she'd be there. That Pyrrha would be waiting up there, waiting for him, each step felt like a mile and each breath was suffocating. He didn't bother looking for Weiss, not that she was there anymore. Slowly he took the stair up his mind only running on the sole impossible hope.

Do you have any spots left on your team?

"Please brothers…" The arc stepped before the door it was locked back that hardly mattered.

Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.

"I'll never ask for anything of you again…" He tackled it with all the force his worn body could manage.

Jaune, everybody needs a little push from time to time. It doesn't make you any different from the rest of us.

"So please…" The door dented Jaune readied himself again

Your team really misses their leader, you know.

"Don't let me be too late… please." The door was force open the lock shattering from the force.

"…Pyrrha…"

Then let me help you!

Your stance is all wrong. You need to be wider and lower to the ground.

Come on! I know you get frustrated, but you must keep trying.

Just one more time… please let me hear her one more time… let me have made it on time!

You can't get it wrong if it's the truth.

Yet when he looked before him there was nothing…

She's not there…

The Arc took a weak step forward, in his hearts of hearts he feared he'd find her body yet she wasn't here… hope once more sparked. Maybe Ruby had reached her in time, maybe they'd manage to reach the evacuation.

'Clink'

The sound was simple and common, the tinge of metal, However, what the Arc stepped on was certainly not that.

That's what I like about you: when we met, you didn't even know my name; you treated me like anyone else. And thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.

Looking down he felt his heart catch in his chest.

When I think of destiny, I don't think of a predetermined fate you can't escape. But rather... some sort of final goal, something you work towards your entire life.

He kneeled taking it in his hands their trembling increasing as he did.

I want you to know that I am happy to be a part of your life.

He looked into it to see his tear ridden face reflected in the bronze circlet she had always worn. A tear fell on it than another.

I'll always be here for you Jaune.

Effort is not always rewarded, and good does not always triumph, Pressing the Circlet to his chest the knight keeled over as tears begun to flow like rain all the while his body shook…

"Nothing Changed…"

I know this can be frustrating, and it can feel like so much effort to progress such a small amount.

"Nothing's Changed at all!"

but I want you to know that I'm proud of you."

I'm still useless!

You've grown so much since we started training.

"I'm still just a burden!... it should've been me..."

Do you have any spots left on your team?

"It Should've Been Me!"

I'm sorry

"PYRRHA!"

As his cries filled the air the knight relived his greatest sins… that he dared to believe he was ever more than a failure… even now he was the damsel and she was the hero who saved him… and all it cost her was her life.