Okay, here's another request, that actually intrigued me, at first I was gonna say no cause they just wanted Jaune to get cheated on, pretty sure it was to troll me. But then I thought hey why not use it and make Jaune win at the end. So it'll begin with him losing one girl and end with him earning the affections of two. I'm working on the lemon scene right now in the final chapter 4. will load 2 and 3 once I read them over and then four once I'm done.

Chapter 22: Betrayal of A Frostburnt Knight (Jaune X Yang X Weiss) 1


Concept: Jaune's cheated on gets a better deal later.

Appearance: None as of yet


Jaune Arc was a lucky man.

He somehow managed to fake his way into Beacon, earn his place in initiation and partner with the nicest girl this side of Remnant, add in his teammates who'd almost immediately become like another sister and his first brother and his first friend in Vale leading the strongest in their year and anyone would agree Jaune had the luck of the gods. But now, it wasn't just luck, Jaune had managed to make something of himself in the few months he'd been attending.

After he'd finally come to terms with his stubborn pride and acknowledged his weakness, he'd taken up training with Pyrrha. Pyrrha… now there was a name that brought a smile to his face, his partner, mentor and most recently girlfriend. Honestly, he was surprised when Nora snapped unable to keep it secret from him anymore grabbed him by the collar and roared it out to him. It had taken him a whole week to look her in the eyes again without blushing, at first, he'd obviously denied it until his and Ruby's team made it very clear how she felt.

It'd taken him a good long talk with his brother in all but blood to figure out his feelings and while he never thought of her that way… maybe, just maybe he could. He'd only ever had eyes for Weiss, the strong, proud and intelligent woman who'd stolen his heart, so he'd never looked to Pyrrha that way before. Looking back there were signs but he'd lived with seven affectionate sisters and a mother.

However after having a long talk with Ren about his fears and anxieties about risking what he and Pyrrha already had he'd decided. And took the leap and asked her out, she was shocked and then in tears and after several minutes of him freaking out worrying that he'd screwed up or worse that the others were wrong she kissed him. Things were amazing after that, they started dating, did the paparazzi have a field day on their first date.

His friends teased them, but they took it in stride, more motivated then ever Jaune took the extra mile in his training with Pyrrha and when he was alone and the first time he tied with someone in Combat Class even if it was only Dove he knew. Knew that he was reaching his goal knew that everything was right in the world. He'd gone from the lovable idiot in a tree to the loveable idiot who had you back even if only Ren ever really needed it.

He'd given sun the push to straight out ask out Blake even if things didn't work out but hey there was plenty of fish in the sea and he'd seen relationships end on way worse terms and they were friendly enough. Things weren't so easy when Weiss approached him about Neptune, it was odd how suddenly he was supposed to be the expert about guys and sure it awkward to help Snow Angel shack up with someone, but he soldered on and helped. Weiss even apologized for some of her more callous rejections he only wished he had a camera to prove she'd said it.

Things were great and Jaune was the happiest he'd ever been but then it started, it was nothing major at first. Pyrrha would just disappear from time to time, Jaune thought nothing of it, why would he? Then she'd be distracted by her scroll, Even then she explained it was business which made sense, she was famous and the Vytal Festival coming around. Despite those things Pyrrha still remained as kind, nurturing and loving as always being light of his life, so he ignored that devil on his shoulder as her calls increased and somehow managed to shake off the increased absences of her.

It was the day after the dance, Jaune woke up same as always minus him being in a white dress after to his shock Yang hadn't been asked by anyone. Pyrrha was right about popular women being hard for men to approach, he guessed out of everyone it made sense for Yang his fellow blonde who could leave you blushing like a village girl with a word or to dreamland with a fist. He could kinda see why it would be tough to confess to the blonde bombshell of a brawler.

However, when he looked left to Pyrrha's bed he frowned, it was empty. They'd planned for the dance all month, even if she'd been gone every other day for interviews and the like. He wore the best suit he could find at least till he had to don his dress, Pyrrha was stunning her dress as red and almost as beautiful as her hair a slit running up its right side to reveal her beautiful toned leg and thigh. Jaune was sure he hadn't been the only person transfixed by her appearance, but he was definitely the luckiest.

They danced and he'd never been happier he was then shocked when he saw Weiss by herself, he'd given Neptune a tip or to on the dance floor so he knew his blue haired amigo knew how to at least stubble his way through. So, he did what anyone else would've done in his position he looked for him with Pyrrha, she was hesitant at first but once she gotten a message, she suggested they split up he agreed, and they broke apart. After nearly twenty minutes of looking he found no trace of his blue haired pal, he messaged Pyrrha to see if she'd been doing any better but received no reply.

Left with no leads Jaune did what any good friend would and made his way to Weiss, she was depressed to have been stood up and Jaune was furious himself on her behalf. Neptune was many things a flirt, a bit to concern with self-image. If Jaune was being honest he had been a bit envious of him but now he really wanted to punch him. He texted Pyrrha, but she hadn't responded to his annoyance. Before him or Yang could act on their fury, they noticed a group of Atlesian troop rushing the CCTs way, as it turned out Ruby had stumbled upon an interloper attempting something.

Jaune sent Pyrrha another text only to receive no response, honestly, he was too worried about what may have happened to his pal to be too concerned with Neptune a sentiment Weiss shared. Ruby explained everything that night, he was to tired to bother checking his scroll for Pyrrha and instead just made way into his room crashing out.

The next morning he woke up later then desired, after all his team wouldn't be heading out till later that evening, However when he woke up he noticed something as the bed beside his was empty, Pyrrha hadn't returned that night. He pulled out his scroll and saw no reply from her, that wasn't like Pyrrha, now he was starting to get worried, he would've recruited team RWBY's help but they were already out on their mission.

Him Nora and Ren split up Nora suggesting she might have gone to another one of her interviews so the two covered Vale. Jaune ran through the dormitory looking for any sign of his partner texting her every so often. It was only after he'd searched through out the entire Vale dormitory that he gave up and attempted a call to her scroll. It surprised him when he faintly heard her ring down the hall of the Haven students' section.

He guessed that made sense, after all she was from Mistral, she'd probably got homesick despite her fans. As he ran down to the room where the ring emanated from, he paused noting the room number. It was team SSSN's. Why was her phone in there? Could it be a coincidence, or maybe she'd caught Neptune, yeah that had to be it? At the thought of the blue haired flirt he felt some of last nights anger return for standing up Weiss and with that he forcefully opened the door thankful that the guest rooms didn't have the same remote scroll locks.

He didn't know what to expect when he opened the door but when his eyes met hers… When his azure orbs stared into her emerald irises jaune stiffened. He looked to his partner, his mentor and recently girlfriend bare on Neptune's bed with only a blanket to cover her. She looked to him shocked silent not able to speak despite how clearly she wanted to. Her name was difficult to say, even now he wasn't completely sure why? Maybe it was because if he said it, it would be somehow affirming that she was there.

"P-Pyrrha? What… what are you doing in here?" The woman he'd come to respect as much if not more then his father just stared back to him at a complete loss for words. He'd never seen her look so shaken so… weak. He knew Pyrrha, she was the kind reliable mother hen of his group. The mentor he never had who believed in him when nobody else would and most of all the woman who loved him despite his faults. And that was why it was impossible to come to the obvious conclusion, because his partner Pyrrha could never do this.

"Ha…haha… So, where are the cameras?" He looked around shakily.

"I bet Yang's gonna pop out any minute, right? Only she'd come up with such a bad joke 'heh'… Like you'd actually sleep with…" It was subtle, but he saw it as a tremble flashed through her form and her grip tightened on the sheet shielding her. But what told him was her eyes… Pyrrha had honest kind eyes, it made her a terrible liar, so when those usually loving orbs shook with guilt, he immediately took notice.

"Hey… stop it. This isn't funny, not even a little…" A shuddering breath left his mouth.

"Stop making that face!" He looked down not wanting to see the hurt in her eyes anymore, and when he did, he saw it… by the trash can where they clearly missed their shot was a small square packet torn open. He recognized it, he'd lived with seven sister four of which had boyfriends. His mom had made sure they knew about protection.

The denial he reinforced in his mind shattered with that, he couldn't deny it any more despite how much he begged his mind to.

"This, this!" He couldn't bring himself to say it, to deny what he knew was the truth. It was then the door opened behind him and when he turned, he saw Sun a huge smile on his face.

"Yo Neptune come on we gotta head to the police stati-" the faunus's smile soon turned to confusion at seeing Jaune.

"Hey bro what are you doing visiting our neck of the neighborhood? Pyrrha is that… you." The teen looked wide eyed to Pyrrha's form shocked as much as Jaune was not expecting either of the two to be there. Everything blurred after that for him, he could only recall traces, a roar the exact opposite of what Yang had affectionally dubbed his girly scream. The feeling of his fist burning as he struck something over and over again as someone pleaded and begged him to stop. Something striking him but failed to do anything as a blinding light shone over him. Finally, he remembered his name being yelled by multiple voices as he ran, one in panic and fearful worry another in rage and anger and yet another in disbelief and worry.

The next thing he remembered was being seated before the Headmaster himself, Ozpin explained it to him, how he'd shattered Sun's already low aura after some morning sparring with droids. How'd he beaten him within an inch of his life before Pyrrha grabbed him and how he ran once she did.

Jaune shook his head, that couldn't be true! It just couldn't! He wasn't that kind of person! Besides even with low aura Sun was still a legitimate student of Haven handpicked to attend and participate in the Vytal Festival. Surely a fake couldn't beat him without getting hurt. It was then Ozpin congratulated him on unlocking his semblance or at least a part of it, apparently, he'd somehow made his aura's barrier extremely strong that Sun didn't have to firepower to hope to break through it.

They stayed there in silence as he sucked in every detail trying to gather his wits despite the pain, betrayal and anger that refused to dim. Finally though Ozpin spoke.

"Mister Arc please tell me your side of the story, Mister Wukong has already informed me as has Mister Vasilias and… miss Nikos." Jaune looked to Ozpin.

"Pyrrha?" The man looked to him a certain sympathy in his eyes, but he knew it wouldn't equal to forgiveness nor a lowering of his punishment. He knew what was going to happen when he told him, that he'd lose his one chance at being here and if he'd gathered his courage a moment sooner, he'd have surely been kicked out of his final chance to accomplish his dream. But he hesitated to speak, his fears, worry and pain stopping him from forming words and that was enough. Because the next moment Glynda rushed into the office her eyes wide in panic as she spoke.

"Ozpin! Their in the city!" Ozpin seemingly surprised by Glynda's words looked up to her.

"Who Glynda?"

"The Grimm! Team RWBY is there holding them back but they won't last!" Maybe it was those words that saved him from losing his dream, how horrible to even think that but that was the truth. Because the Breach of Vale's walls made Jaune's assault meaningless in comparison to the potential loss of life and with him being the leader to the strongest first year team second to Ruby's Ozpin had no choice but to demand he head out not that Jaune heard him since he'd rushed out of the moment Glynda spoke.

He'd rushed out of the office like a speeding bullet, not noticing Pyrrha sitting there waiting for him, he wasn't sure what eh expression was but if he'd been honest it didn't matter. All that mattered was his friends out there in Vale fighting impossible odds, Nora and Ren had definitely rushed to their aid but he was sure not even they'd be enough. He'd pulled out his scroll and begun to call every number from a fellow student informing them and pleading they'd head out. Every number but his partner's who was chasing him and Neptune who upon seeing the contact he'd chunked the scroll. He yelled out to the students in the hall as he made his way outside pleading them to follow.

However he never once turned around or stood still to give further instructions as he was dead set on hoping the next Bullhead to Vale. When he'd hopped on and roared at the piolet to move out noticing other bullheads were following. It was just as it begun to lift that she'd hoped on he'd turned to her and felt his throat dried, looking towards him in worry and confusion was his partner. However unlike before he felt no comfort from her sight and turned from her.

"Jaune…" He flinched at his name, her voice was different, more somber and cautious.

"Please Jaune, just let me…"

"What do you want?" His voice was cold, colder then he'd thought he could be, It was odd how easily the question came. Yet in Pyrrha's wavering expression he could see her oncoming distraught by his cold world words coming from the always happy and goofy him.

"I-I wanted to help. Y-You sai-"

"I meant why were you waiting outside the office…" He froze for a moment and it was as she did, as she was lost for words and tearing up that he felt it. Anger… genuine anger through gritted teeth, he was about to say something he'd probably regret but when her Scroll went off with the ring they'd picked for Ruby he acted without thought. Without hesitation he marched up to her surprising the spartan and ripping the scroll form her hand.

"Hello Ruby!"

"Jaune! Thank Oum Quick We Nee- Bzzt…"

"Hello? Hello! Ruby! RUBY!" All the anger and confusion turned to worry over his friends and he yelled at the piolet to hurry.

"Jaune! Calm dow-" He felt a hand touching his shoulder and on reflex he slapped it away his palm shinying bright shocking him and Pyrrha alike. They stared at one another for a moment before the clinking of something colliding with the hall of the Bullhead rang and the pilot yelled.

"Hey brat this is as far as I can take you! The path ahead is filled with Nevermore!" The doors begun to open and when he looked Jaune was greeted by the sight of dozens of Grimm littering the ground beneath. Pyrrha covered her mouth while Jaune himself stepped back shocked by the sight. However, he heard a familiar sound in the distance. It was faint but he recognized it, the ringing of Crescent Rose's barrel, Ruby was out there fighting.

That single thought made him act jumping out from the Bullhead, he could hear Pyrrha's scream but he ignored it. he was scared when he realized how high he was but just then his body glowed again and when he hit earth, he checked himself over as the light faded only to realize he was fine. A roar rang through his ears and when he turned he was met by the sight of a charging Beowulf seeing it Jaune reached for Crocea Mors only to realize he didn't have his families heirloom.

The Grimm pounced but Jaune wasn't stupid enough to just stand there and he leaped to his left avoiding the attack. The wolfish Grimm sneered at him and leaped again Jaune rose his hands to shield himself The Grimm bit down only for a bright light to manifest. Jaune looked in shock when he saw the beast jumping back a few of its teeth shattered, he looked to his arms seeing the light receding into himself. However while he was shocked the Beowulf was enraged and made a third jump for him Jaune focused trying to manifest his semblance again however just as he felt his aura stir Miló came crashing down impaling the beast. Jaune looked wide eyed before she descended on him embracing him worry clear in her eyes.

"Jaune are you okay? Thank god!" However, her embrace gave him little comfort and Jaune immediately shoved the spartan away, Pyrrha stumbled back before looking to him shocked. Gritting his teeth he turned away from her entering his locker's I.D. into her scroll calling for it, he then tossed her scroll back to her. She caught it surprised, looking up into his eyes she froze, she'd expected plenty of reactions, anger, yelling and rage but those eyes cold and pained stab at her heart.

"Jaune I-"

"I locked in Nora's and Ren's scroll GPSs, go help them… They need your back up." She blinked before looking down to her scroll screen and finding JNPR's scroll signals, Ren and Nora weren't too far off but Jaune's was gone completely. She looked up to him worry blooming.

"Where are you going?" He didn't answer her but she knew, his eyes were set towards the wall, towards where the Grimm incursion was highest.

"Once you three clear your area head towards the breached wall, we'll need everyone on hand to keep them at bay…" She shook at his tone, it betrayed no fear nor sorrow. She stepped towards him and when she did he tensed making her stop in her tracks.

"Jaune…"Her words were cut off by the sound of the locker smashing into the floor and opening to reveal Crocea Mors, she saw how his tension lightened as he took the old blade in hand and fastened it to his waist. He then looked towards where the Grimm horde was thickest and readied to move however just as he took his first step he felt her arms wrap around his waist.

"Please stop!" He struggled for a moment before he realized his chest plate had a dark hue coating it.

"Let me go Pyrrha…" The spartan shook her head.

"No, I'm not going to let kill yourself." Jaune gritted his teeth angrier then he had ever been.

"Dammit I said let me go! I need to help them!" Pyrrha flinched at his roar clearly not expecting it however in response her grip only tightened.

"Jaune please listen…"

"Let me go, that's an order." Pyrrha looked to the back of his head surprised to hear him ever pull rank like that. She was at a lost for word, so confused, worried and panicked and yet despite her minds protest she did as he asked. He didn't turn to her nor rush off in a mad dash but instead stood there for a moment in thought looking for the best route to go. It was while he was doing so that she took the chance to ask.

"Jaune, can't you look at me! Your acting like you don't even care, you haven't even asked me why … D-didn't you say you loved me." Jaune paused at her words, and then trembled.

"What the hell…" Jaune turned and when he did she saw it, his usually kind goofy gaze was gone leaving only smoldering cobalt orbs in there place. Without warning he gripped her by her shoulders pulling her close enough to where before she'd expect him to kiss her but now all she felt was a raising fear.

"I can't look at you because when I do all I see is those pathetic eyes that are nothing like the woman I love! I don't care because people are dying otherwise I'd want nothing more than to curl up and die!" She shook at his words filled with spite and anger.

"What the hells the point in screaming like an idiot, in drawing the Grimm when Ruby and her team are fighting for their lives right now!?" In the corner of his enraged eyes hot tears begun to form and run down his cheeks.

"What's the point in asking why… No matter what you say… no matter the reason, it could only make this already unbearable pain worse… But if that's really what you want, to draw them here then fine." His eyes begun to waver as if the question was physically painful to ask.

"Why him, why Neptune…. Why not just be done with me! Why betray me!" She watched as his form diminished before her as he leaned forward lowering himself unable to stand strong. He breathed out shuddering breathes as his heart ached and wanted nothing more then to curl up and cry. Pyrrha looked to him, her shaking growing until warm tears like his own begun to form as she saw the man she encouraged and built up into the aspiring huntsman he was now beginning to tear at the seams.

"I'm, I'm sorry… I-I went for advice a month ago… He said it was just practice, that it didn't count… I-I didn't mean too… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry Jaune!" She begun to reach to him to hug him for support but when she did he pulled away from her and she fell to her knees. She didn't look up to him as she cried.

"… I love you… Jaune please I-I…" His heart ached at her words worse than any blow or injury ever could, as he looked to her state, he began to notice the incoming Grimm. They'd been drawn by their despair, he was angry, furious even but even so as pathetic as he knew it made him, he couldn't leave her here to their mercy. He turned to the encroaching Grimm his family's sword drawn and trembling in his shaking hand.

"That's not fair Pyrrha…" His aura ignited around him making him light up like a flame.

"To still say those words… It's just cruel." The Grimm's attention shifted to him, his pain and sorrow far greater then Pyrrha's its intensity bringing drool to the soulless beast mouths. He readied himself, readying to fight and possibly, probably die. His only regret being that he couldn't aid his friends in the end. Just as the Grimm begun to rush him a roar caught his ears and no sooner did a large form rush pass him mace in the air. The heavy weapon came crashing down glowing red as it slammed into a Beowulf exploding with flames of fire dust. The figure turned to him.

"Jauney boy you trying to get yourself killed pulling that kind sacrificial crap?" Cardin looked back to Jaune anger clear.

"Cardin?" The larger teen huffed.

"Who the fuck else do you think it is? Now explain what the hell's going on, we followed your dumbass after you went screaming you head off while we were chowing down!" Jaune nodded and did as Cardin asked explaining as fast as possible Cardin paled for a moment before sneering.

"Shit you serious! Fuck, okay blonde stuff we'll group up with your team what about you?" Jaune paused for a moment before looking to the wall of Vale.

"I'm going to support team RWBY…"

"Your nuts!" Jaune smiled despite himself.

"Probably, I was the idiot who faked his way in without aura." Cardin paused for a moment before smiling himself.

"You dumb fucker, of course you didn't have aura…'exhale' Fine, but you better have a plan." Jaune nodded.

"More like a series of guesses and ideas but yeah close enough." Cardin looked at Jaune for a long moment before sighing.

"I don't get you Arc, your weaker than me, hell you might be weaker than everyone else in Beacon…"

"Yeah, probably."

"And yet you'd be the first to come running. The fuck, aren't you suppose to be playing the hero not the saint." Jaune smiled.

"I can't really help it."

"'heh' no shit, we'll follow your orders this time, you head to those pairs of decent tits and asses… and rich bitch." Jaune knitted his brows but nothing more then that as he nodded before pausing and looking to Pyrrha. Cardin must have noticed the look in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, we got you partner covered, I don't know the story, but I can tell she's only gonna be a burden… 'heh' how fucking hilarious is that? Guess the world must be ending, might as well with grimm flooding in because of those animals." Jaune didn't bother responding and turned on his heel towards the Breach, a part of him wanted to stay, to talk to Pyrrha and a more pathetic part wanted to embrace her and stop her tears… but what won out, what mattered the most was reaching his friends, especially now that he had a plan as reckless and suicidal as it was.

Yang Xiao-Long was a prodigy fighter, She was her fathers sole disciple, the number one in her Signal days and tied with Nora Valkyrie at second in her year right after Pyrrha Nikos herself in Beacon. She'd taken out an entire club in a matter of minutes and punched a Paladin to pieces, yes Yang Xiao-Long was an undisputed badass whose power was only equaled by her beauty and charisma only flawed by her sense of humor. So being such a splendid individual Yang never once felt herself ever in actual danger since the day she started training.

Sure she'd faced danger, but they were never odds she couldn't handle, which was why now was a very unique experience as she looked to the endless hordes of Grimm. No matter how many she fought off, no matter how many she killed she couldn't see it making even a dent in their numbers. An angry Ursa roared and swiped at her and in response Yang jumped back pulling her fist back and then struck the beast at its head's center killing it instantly.

Not wasting a moment she sent several more rounds flying into the incoming Beowulves rushing her way. Yang panted heavily her exhaustion starting to catch up with her. Between being sore from clearing out Grimm yesterday, fighting off White Fang and partially succeeding in hijacking a suicidal train she was running near empty but now as she looked to the hordes, she'd fought for what seemed like hours she was running on fumes. The caws of Nevermore struck her ears making her wince before they unloaded their pinions on her, yang jumped back avoiding the majority of the blows but was still hit several times.

She could feel her semblance manifest but where before it would make her smile now, she worried, her semblance was a powerful one, but it came at a price. She stockpiled damage and could give it back and then some, the drawback she'd never really consider was that it was automatic meaning even now it manifested using her already extremely low aura reserves. The brawler's golden aura begun to flicker much more than before warning of its near depletion.

Yang was a close quarter fighter without aura fighting Grimm was already an uphill battle but without aura and a focus on hand to hand. The prospect wasn't to enticing, Yang swallowed a bit of fear starting to grow in her stomach. She struck at the Nevermores Ember Celica unloading rounds into them. She was sure if she unleashed a punch it would have enough kick to it to ground a Deathstalker but at her levels her aura would likely go to zero with that. Leaving her with the sole option of using her dust rounds.

She pulled back her right fist only to receive a dull clicking noise and froze as she checked her belt to see she was out. Sweat came down her brow as she checked her other gauntlet to find several more rounds. Three bullets that all she had before she was left with using her fist and depleting her remaining aura. The thought was bone chilling.

Yang looked to her teammates seeing them struggling just as hard Blake looking like she'd collapse from the continuous attacks she wasn't suited for. Ruby no longer used her semblance surely to save her remaining aura instead using her weapons recoil to zip around. Weiss picked her targets cautiously obviously trying to save what little dust she had left… If aid didn't come soon.

As if to answer her calls a roar rang through the horde however unlike the countless screams she'd heard before this time it wasn't belonging to that of a Grimm. Yang turned to see the form of a familiar blond roaring like a mad man as he rushed forward his aura flaring. However, what was more surprising then the sight of Jaune Arc rushing their way by himself only his sword in hand was that nearly all the Grimm themselves turned his way as well.

It was as if they'd suddenly turned invisible to the soulless monsters and for a second Yang looked for Ren but found the Mistralian nowhere in sight. Jaune roared again at the top of his lungs.

"Regroup! Ozpin knows! Reinforcements are coming!" The Arc begun to turn as the Grimm rushed his way.

"Pick off the stragglers I'll draw as much of the horde as I can!" Jaune leaped out of the way of a Nevermore's fire avoiding several large Pinons, Yang watched dumbstruck for a moment before her sister screamed her name. When she heard it, the blonde brawler turned to see Ruby gathering with her teammates looking her way scared.

Shaking off her confusion Yang hauled ass to her team. She saw Ruby aim Crescent Rose Jaune's way shooting down whatever Grimm she could while Weiss and Blake took on what Grimm emerged form the crater. She looked towards Jaune seeing him running at breakneck speeds avoiding most blows aimed his way.

"How the hell is Vomitboy doing that? A majority of the Grimm are obsessed with him." Blake nodded looking Jaune's way.

"Grimm are only drawn to one thing more than aura." Weiss caught on.

"Negative emotions…" Yang looked Jaune's way seeing him combat the Grimm closing in but never stopping always on the move and light on his feet.

"Something happened, and whatever it is he's infuriated, but he's using that to draw them away from us." Jaune gritted his teeth as he forced himself to recall the scene of Pyrrha in that room, hot tears begun to form in the corner of his eyes. The chasing Grimm's attention was tunneled towards the Arc alone, towards his rage and despair. A Nevermore screeched unleashing a fury of pinions his way however upon hitting their mark an intense radiance exploded out and each feathers end shattered against the aura barrier seething from his form.

The girls watching covered their eyes from the blinding light, however when Yang looked back her vision blurry the sight of an Ursa swinging her way was all she could see. The blonde brawler was sent flying away her aura shattering from the blow, sent skidding on the floor she felt her fair skin tear open from the rough floor. Wincing she looked up to see the Grimm rushing her way its maw open and ready to tear into her flesh.

Crescent Rose roared and the beast skull exploded into a mess of liquid black and quickly fading boney armor. Standing up she heard snarling behind her when turning a Beowulf pounced her, on reflect the brawler pulled back her fist slamming the beast straight in its snout unloading a round into its skull, killing the beast. However, Beowulves traveled in packs and the second was straight behind its brethren roaring. Its claw tore into her left shoulder.

Pain rang through Yang's body at the blow and she screamed as she was sent flying back once more, breathing heavily clenching her shredded shoulder.

"Yang!" Ruby's voice rung as she cried out her sister name and it was enough to make the blonde brawler look up to see five approaching Beowulves. Each's maw opened their droll puddling on the ground, Yang struggled to rise cocking her fist back. She could hear her friends crying out her name but even through the corner of her eyes she could see the new Grimm exiting the tunnel. They must be fighting for their lives too… that's right her sister and friends were fighting so what right did she have to stay down.

Her eyes flashed red as she assumed a stance the Beowulves sneered and rushed forward at her, she might die, but she wasn't going out a coward, she'd take as many of these soulless monsters with her as she could. A Beowulf leaped her way and Yang roared swinging out her fist and unloading Ember Celica into its chest bursting through it, leaving a gaping hole. The next Grimm rushed in and opened its maws taking the opening left while Ember Celica fired it aimed for her arm.

'snap'

Ragged fangs buried deep into her arm snapping the bone as crimson spewed, again she screamed. However, when she looked up into its baleful eyes the identity of the one who'd be dying took a one-eighty. It bit into her arm but not the one with a round left, sacrificing one's arm to save the other, it was crazy, but nobody ever accused her of being sane, especially with her puns. Yang cocked back her fist and slammed it square into it head exploding the Grimm's grey matter all through the cement.

As the beast jaw opened letting loose her arm Yang found the useless limb dangle helplessly, she nearly cried at the sight. She leaped back just in time to avoid the next Beowulves attack, on reflex she fired Ember Celica only to find no ammo. She went wide-eyed at the revelation, she was out of ammo, out of aura and down an arm. Her blood begun to pool beneath her as fatigue began to take, when the next Beowulf charged she readied to move but her vision blurred and before she knew it she fell to her knees.

Yang screamed when her broken arm made contact with the floor giving off a cracking sound, however her cries and the pain only served to make her more vivid to the pack. The largest of the three remaining members leapt at her, looking up she found she didn't want to die. However just as it was about to tear into the blonde a glyph manifested between it and her. the glyph glowed an intense white before launching the monster off into its pack.

A form rushed before her in a blur of white and when she looked up, she saw Weiss, looking her way warm tears forming in her glaring eyes.

"You reckless idiot!"

Weiss looked down at her teammate, horrified by what she saw, Yang's left arm was torn open, crimson pouring out of the lacerations as her once fair skin purpled and blued. Her shoulder had been torn as well, if she'd been a second later, she shook her head not willing to even entertain the thought. She looked up to see the Beowulves pack that'd done this and sneered, Weiss's scroll rung repeatably alerting her of her low aura.

Myrtenaster shook in her grip, she was running low by now she was at five or so aura at best, perhaps two more glyphs. However, that wouldn't stop her from protecting Yang, she'd be dammed if she'd abandoned a teammate, a friend. Her aura flared as a time dilation appeared behind her person.

"Don't worry Xiao-Long, like Arc said, reinforcements are coming."

"Weiss?" She could her it in her tone, the fear, how shocking for brawler of all people to show such, however she was sure it wasn't for herself but her instead. Weiss didn't look back instead surging forward into the confused pack, her senses and speed had been increased more than tenfold so when she struck, she struck at speeds the snarling beast couldn't hope to match let alone perceive.

Myrtenaster's end pieced the first's left eye withdrawing back in time for her to strike the one beside the first's throat with a flick of the wrist Myrtenaster tore its open. The third opened its maws to roar but she didn't waste a minute running it through as her weapon's edge surged forth burying deep into the top of its mouth and emerging through the back of its head.

Weiss wasted no time rushing back to her fellow teammate finding Yang clenching her arm squeezing it to remain awake. Good, she was losing to much blood she couldn't afford to pass out, Weiss rushed her way shedding anything that got in her way.

She'd grab Yang and rush her between herself, Ruby and Blake until aid came. She wasn't about to let the top heavy, pun loving brute die, so focused on her sister in arms she never noticed the shadows above until the screeches of the Nevermore rung through her ears.

Eyes wide she knew what was about to happen, but she also knew she had nothing left, so she did what she could and gambled. A second Glyph formed beneath her and propelled her the blonde's way that much faster, the Nevermores let loose a volley of their arrow-like feathers. She ignored the fear running through her form, the pumping of her heart and the pain stabbing into her form as she rushed to Yang. She'd already lose so much blood, if she was run through with one of these she'd die, the thought scared her.

The thought of never hearing those gods awful puns, or never hearing her irritating teasing, she rushed with all the power she could and tackled into the brawler hover over her, shielding her. She felt her aura take blow after blow, she felt it flicker and crack and finally give way. The first made a surge of pain run through her body and she let loose a scream. The second ran through her shoulder she saw the end peeking out of her shoulder stained red.

her back, legs, shoulders and arms, Weiss endured it all and never falter as she looked to the wide eyed blonde beneath her. By some miracle she smiled to Yang.

"It's okay… I won't let you die…"

"Weiss…" The heiress struggled to stay conscious as slowly the world blurred, this was it… she was dying? The aerial assault ended and Weiss nearly fell forward only to be caught in the blonde brawler's arm.

"Weiss! WEISS!" Tears begun to trickle down the woman's eyes, were they for her? She looked up to see the Nevermore flying above them screeching as they readied to let loose another volley, seeing it she struggled for words.

"I-I'm sorry… I… I couldn't sav-" Yang shook her head tears falling like rain.

"You idiot, you should've ran, you should've left me to die!" she coughed blood spilling out.

"A… Schnee does not run…" She may die, but she'd do so with her honor intact Yang hugged her close repeating her apologies. She supposed there were worst ways to die then in the arms of a loved one, of a sister…

it was as her eyes begun to close for what would surely be the final time, as the Nevermore's let loose another volley that it happened. The world exploded into white…

Yang held Weiss close, she'd intended to die with her sister-in-arms but as she looked to the radiance before her all those thoughts died. She looked to see a back facing her as a figure stood between the two of them and the incoming assault of feathers. The figure was all too familiar, she known it since her first bullhead ride to Beacon when he'd blew chunks on her and yet standing there he looked so different, for the first time she found that back to be so… broad.

"Vomitboy…" The man smiled back to her as an intense radiance opposed the incoming attacks.

"Thank gods I made it in time." It was only then she heard it the roar of a machine gun and the explosions of mass impacts. Turning her heart soared as she saw the members of Team CFVY mowing down the mass Jaune had drawn.

They're here…

She nearly cried at the realization only stopping once she heard the ripping of clothes and when she turned around, she saw a panicked Jaune tearing off the sleeve of his prized hoodie.

"Oh Gods Yang! Your Arm!" He quickly begun at work wrapping her arm as tightly as he could manage, she winced but she was too weak to scream.

"Where'd all this blood come from!? Yang… YANG!" her vision begun to blur, and the dark begun to take her as she fell back only to be caught by her fellow blond.

"Stay with me Yang!" She could see the barrier flicker against the assault by the Nevermores.

"Vomitboy…"

"That's right, it me, Vomitboy, don't worry Yang everything's gonna be alright, just stay awake! You and Snow Angel need to stay awake!" She struggled to speak.

"Ruby… are Ruby and Blake okay?"

"Yes! Their fine, just like you'll be! Yang keep your eyes open!" His pleas begun to blur to her ears as his voice lowered… everything was so heavy and she was sleepy.

"Sorry… Jaune…" Everything faded to black.

"No, no, no!" Yang's eyes closed and Jaune roared the two letter word over and over again, he was too late.

"No! Yang! Weiss!" He couldn't be too late! He wanted to be a hero! What kind of hero can't even save their friends!

"PLEASE!" slowly before the tear ridden Arc a faint light begun to seethe out of his arms that held the two and seeped into them. It was only once hues of gold and white begun to coat his vision. When he open his eyes and saw it, Yang and Weiss's bodies glowed with the colors of their souls. Slowly ever so the light shone around the injuries and soon their bodies begun to mend. A miracle, that was all he could think it was at the sight it was only once he saw the light of his soul invade them that he realized.

Is this… my semblance?

He could feel it, his aura leave him and enter into them, restoring their soul's light with his own and mending wounds it shouldn't be capable of. Was this really his semblance? Then what was the barrier? Jaune shook his head, it wasn't important, all that was that they were alive, and he somehow was doing it. It was with that thought that Jaune pushed as much of his aura into the two as he could.

His scroll rung alerting him of dropping into the yellow, that was fine, he pushed more and saw as warmth returned to their cheeks their wounds vanishing. He heard Yang's arm crack as the bone begun to form back together beneath the now lightening skin. He felt his barrier begin to give way, but he couldn't stop yet, his scroll rung, he was at a quarter. Slowly their auras begun to surge forth and flare and with it the two begun to move as if waking as breath returned as their chest heaved up and down.

The sight nearly brought him to tears they were alive… he hadn't failed them… However, his cries were short lived as the murder of Nevermore drew his attention and he heard it as his scroll roared alerting him of entering the red. That's right, there were Grimm he didn't have the time to be celebrate, he looked back to see the flock screech as they let loose feathers after feathers.

At the sight of so many Grimm he was sure he should've felt fear but instead something else begun to spiral inside his chest at the sight. Rage, these were the monsters that nearly killed them! He looked back to see CFVY fighting off the horde he'd gathered they couldn't help, he should run, draw their attention away from Yang and Weiss. It was once he saw the two laying defenselessly on the ground that trail of thought vanished.

They were out, all it would take is for a Grimm to attack them even with aura it didn't matter if they were unconscious. He could carry them, but he knew he'd be to slow with the added weight to avoid the Grimm's attacks. If he couldn't run and play distraction or escape with them…

He looked to his family's heirloom, the blade that had fought on many battlefields the blade who'd earned the name death. It was as he looked to that blade and drew on the strength of its history that he decided. Jaune stood up raising his hands to Weiss and Yang, maybe? His hands glowed a bright white and soon the two aspiring huntress's auras seemingly responded to his own and shone with a brilliance never seen before. Jaune smiled as two bright barriers surrounded them.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe." Jaune turned to see the Nevermores screech and his barrier flicker, he was sure he was running on the red. Yet for the first time in his life he didn't feel scared of the Grimm, he couldn't afford to fear them. He looked back to the two sleeping beauties one last time and drew strength from them, he gripped Crocea Mors in his hands and spoke.

"I promise… I won't let them lay a hand on you…" Protecting Weiss and Yang the two arguably strongest of his year behind Pyrrha, it would be laughable if it weren't true. In his rage his aura hardened so nobody could stop him from attacking the man who'd thought laid with his partner, in desperation it allowed the Arc to surrender his aura to another to reinvigorate them. And now as he stared down his opposition his aura lunged into his family's blade and no sooner did the ancestral sword roar to life, light bursting around it.

"I won't let you hurt them." The Nevermores let loose another devastating round of pinions finally succeeding in shattering his barrier, Jaune pulled back Crocea Mors and swung hoping to knock away some of the incoming projectiles. What he hadn't expected was for an Arc of aura to lunged forth into the murder of Grimm rending and tearing them apart. Jaune looked wide-eyed for a moment sparring a glance his blades way in response the old sword flared angrily with the brilliant white of his soul.

Suppressing his shock he decided for the moment to not bother wondering on the newfound power but instead use it while he could. Stomping down one foot forward he relived Pyrrha's lessons and tightened his grip, her visage which he once drew so much pride from now only filled his heart with ache. However, he didn't let the pain weaken him for it paled in comparison to his goal, saving the two behind him.

Jaune rose his shield enduring the Nevermores volley and receiving little blows to his actual person as his shield and armor took the grunt of the damage. When the opening showed itself he swung, letting loose a second arc, while the Grimm where in a panic he reached in his pocket for the vial of lightening dust each member had to activate Nora's semblance. Without hesitation he slammed the vial against his blade, Crocea Mors shook from the new element vibrating as streaks of golden electricity coated its noble blade, glaring up hatefully at his enemies Jaune pulled back Crocea Mors.

Letting loose another swing a very different aura arc emerged composed of raging lightening, the blast rushed into the murder and roared exploding into a maelstrom of thunder. Nevermore after Nevermore fell quickly being rendered to ash and smoke. Just as the knight felt a bit of tension leave his form, a roar caught his notice, quickly raising his shield he barely managed to block the Creeper's bite as the Grimm bit down only to be stopped by the sturdy shield.

Pulling back Crocea Mors he thrusted into it running its head through before swinging Crocea Mors left decapitating it. When he looked behind the beast, he could see it dozens of Grimm rushing their way, even above he could hear the screeching of the surviving Nevermore. For a moment fear prevailed, and he shook in terror however even then the thought of running didn't occur to him. After all, unlike everyone else he'd come to Beacon not knowing of aura, he'd come thinking even a single mistake would get him killed so he'd long since resolved himself to die.

"AHHH!" With a strength he'd not been aware he held he swung Crocea Mors once more and from the blade a surge of electrified aura rushed forth tearing into the encroaching Grimm. The Arc's aura flared when pinions slammed into his person from the surviving Nevermore, however they weren't attacking Yang or Weiss and the moment, so he didn't give the stragglers his attention but focused on the small crowd of Ursa and Beowulves rushing his way.

With another war cry Jaune swung Crocea Mors loosing another arc of aura albeit smaller into them, the attack tore through several Beowulves and even an Ursa. However no sooner did a second rush out killing another fourth of the incoming crowd, trails of sweat ran down his face as the exertion of his repeated attacks begun to finally show. he didn't care, casting away his shield and gripping the blade in both hands he swung. An arc mush larger then the previous roared out colliding with the crowd the Grimm.

It was then that he felt it a searing pain as a single pinion broke through his flickering aura and pierced his Spaulders burying itself in his left shoulder. Looking to the Nevermores they unleashed a small barrage of pinions Jaune swung Crocea Mors out into them, his aura arc rushing out overwhelming the projectiles and Grimm alike. Several surviving Nevermores screeched out letting loose more feathers, Jaune leapt out of their way. His scroll roared alerting him of being at five percent.

Jaune swung at the aerial menaces but the Nevermores were to nimble avoiding his attacks it was then he heard it a deep roar and when he turned, he was nearly run through by a large stinger. barely managing to avoid the blow of the Deathstalker, the Grimm swung its huge claw hitting him away Jaune struggled to raise his aura dying out.

Its huge…. I-I can't beat something like that…

Fear set in at the mere thought however one action made him snap from his thoughts, the Deathstalker turning to Weiss and Yang.

"Get away from them!" He roared not sure when he'd broken into a sprint but not truly caring as he charged forward. The Nevermores above let loose their projectiles and Jaune felt them pierce his chest plate and spaulder, he felt as they stabbed into his waist but still he didn't stop. With a roar he swung and from the blade another aura Arc surged slamming into the Grimm's tail. The Deathstalker roared as the limb fell helplessly to the floor and looked to the Arc just in time to see Crocea Mors edge run through its eye as he thrusted into its face. Crocea Mors begun to flicker not managing to produce another blast with him so low on aura.

No… I need to at least beat this one!

It was then he realized he did have aura left, the same aura that seethed off his person, however without it he'd be defenseless. Despite that knowledge the knight smiled.

"Don't worry Snow Angel… You too Yang…" The flicker white around him begun to shift to his blade and in response Crocea Mors begun to shake once more as it crackled to life with the dust coating it.

"Everything's gonna be okay…" The Nevermores roared letting loose another series of pinion on the Arc but he ignored the burning pain running him through. With a sneer he stomped his foot against the ground and roared in equal parts anger and desperation and almost as if in response Crocea Mors let loose an otherworldly howl of its own as the lightening surged within the Deathstalker. The Grimm itself writhed and screeched at the myriad of horrible sensation running through its body.

Yang had always wondered if there was an afterlife, if Summer had really gone to a better place like her dad said. So, when she realized she hadn't simply vanished into nothingness Yang felt elated, she must really be in heaven cause she didn't fell the injuries or pain that plagued her in her final moments. In fact she felt warm and safe and even with her eyes closed a intense light shone, it was with trepidation that she begun to open her eyes. She didn't know what to expect, a big golden gate in the clouds, some kind of deity waiting to judge her or even a field with Summer waiting there ready to welcome her with open arms.

What she hadn't expect was the scene of her death, the Breached city of Vale still flooded with grimm in the distance. Was this her hell? To experience this battle even in the afterlife?

"Don't worry Snow Angel… You too Yang…" It was that voice that drew those thoughts away as she looked before her and saw a shocking scene. standing there was the absolute last person she expected. Jaune Arc standing between her and a Deathstalker. She could see feathers buried throughout his body as crimson dripped.

Beside her Weiss begun to stir surely to be just as shocked by the scene as she was, it was only as his family's sword begun to roar that the brawler's wit returned and she realized the barriers of light surrounding her and Weiss.

This is our auras, but how?

There was only one answer someone Vomitboy had managed to pull off a miracle.

"Everything's gonna be okay…" Crocea Mors roared and with all the strength Jaune could manage he swung the blade while it was buried inside the writhing Grimm. The death stalker roared as streaks of light begun to erupt from its form exploding out its right side alongside a glowing Crocea Mors. Jaune didn't stop though as he rose the dimming blade overhead, she saw his arm's flex as his grip tightened. Before swing with a roar. A massive blade of aura surged out of the sword splitting the Deathstalker's face in half back to the center of its body.

The Nevermore were about to let loose another barrage of pinion but before Yang could act the roar of heavy machine guns rang and tore through their numbers as the Atlesian Fleet came into view. Yang nearly cried at the sight but choose to dedicate her person to more important things as she looked to the man before her. Maybe it was because she was still drowsy or perhaps a trick of the light but to Yang in that moment she could've sworn that a ray of light peeked through the hovering airships and illuminated Jaune where he stood.

The blond himself looked back to her and Weisscream one last time giving the best smile his worn form could manage. Yang nearly smiled back and was sure Weiss who was waking beside her was feeling much the same however when Crocea Mors slipped from his grasp and the Arc begun to teeter and sway Yang felt her chest tighten.

"Vomitboy?"

"You two… are safe now…" Jaune fell forward crumpling in on himself.

"Jaune!"