AN: I've come to a pickle involving the weapons and equipment for the different characters. For Ren, Nora, Ruby, and Harry I'm good. The problem is with Yang and Jaune. For Jaune I'm torn between two builds, one is him wearing heavy armor with a battle axe and the other is him using no armor and a spear (relying on his regeneration like Wolverine does). For Yang I just can't think of any equipment that can help her with her battle style.

A Grimm Huntsman

Chapter 15

-Harry-

Grunting he slammed his axe downward, splitting the log into two before tossing the pieces on a massive pile of split wood, Jaune adding his own pieces to the pile a moment later before they grabbed a new log. "So Jaune," he asked as they continued chopping wood, giving their friends time with their families "how's the inventing coming the equipment? And what did you do with that chunk of skin that you wanted to do something with?" at the last bit he winced and rubbed his side. A few days before the Forever Falls incident Oz and Glynda had asked him to use the advanced combat simulation room to try and find the limits of his dragon form. During the testing, there had been a problem with the system, either a hack or a malfunction, and it sent out the strongest opponents the system could create. Oz had shut it down quickly but a large chunk of his dragon hide had been carved off. Luckily with some fire and rest he was fine but it still wasn't fun.

"Slow." Jaune sighed, his friend showing irritation with an aggressive chop through a log "I don't want to burn through the money you brought too quickly but inventions take materials and rarely work on the first try. And as for the hide that should be arriving back at Beacon the same time we do. I had something special done with it and if my theory is correct you'll have something very useful."

"You managed to get the memory one working yet?" he asked, idly noticing a group of people approaching down the road out of the corner of his eye.

"Almost, just needs a bit of work for the storing memory bit. Why?" Jaune asked, frowning as the blond saw the group as well.

"If you get it working maybe I could hook myself up to it, we could download the songs from my home and get them copyrighted. Hundreds of songs, assuming they're as popular here as they were back home, should get us a lot of money." He said, smiling with sad nostalgia at the memories of Luna making him and Neville lay around and listen to hundreds of songs from the muggle world.

"You have no idea how much that would help." Jaune grinned as the group finally got close enough for them to see as it was a group of five people that looked about their age. "Can we help you?" the blond healer asked, leaning on the axe as the group approached.

"We're looking for Yang, we heard she came back from Beacon." One of the strangers said with a cocky grin, his tone and stance implying how he thought a meeting with Yang would go.

"She's busy." Harry grunted, going back to chopping wood, not seeing the group as a threat despite their aura implying they were students at Sanctum.

"And who the hell are you?" the one who had spoken before demanded, scowling angrily and gripping the hilt of a short sword "I don't recognize either of you and this is private property."

"We're Yang's teammates from Beacon." Jaune rolled his eyes and resumed chopping wood "Either way, she's inside but it's a family situation going on. I'll tell her you came but for now, beat it." It was clear from Jaune's body language that the blond regenerator was feeling jealous at the newcomer implying a relationship with Yang.

"You know, I don't believe you." The one with the short sword scowled, picking up on Jaune's jealousy and apparently feeling some of his own. "I got told by Beacon to try again next year to get in so there's no way losers like you two would manage to get in."

"Wow," Harry clicked his tongue, giving a deadpan look to the five "that was one of the dumbest things I have heard in…well since Weis spoke so, what, two days?" he asked, directing the question at Jaune who gave an amused grunt.

"You little!" The one with the short sword, who was apparently more brawn than brains, reared a fist back for a punch. Reacting quickly Harry saw its path and shot his own hand out to grab it before releasing a large focused amount of his aggressive aura to the five who started shaking at the sensations.

"Run punk," he hissed, his eyes flickering till they resembled his draconic form "run." Not bothering to be told twice the five bolted in fear, scrambling down the dirt road in a panic.

"Well that was dramatic." A new voice said from behind them causing both Harry and Jaune to jump, startled, as they turn to see Qrow standing there, flask in hand.

"Why aren't you inside with the others?" he asked confused, patting his chest to try and calm his racing heartbeat.

"I came out here to get you idiots." Qrow rolled his eyes and ushered them both inside, tossing their axes into the wood pile where they imbedded in some of the larger chunks "You helped make this happen so they want to meet you both…that and Tai is only barley being kept from killing blondie here by Summer."

"Why does he want to kill me?!" Jaune asked, eyes wide in fear at the thought of an experienced huntsman out for his blood.

"The hyper one with the hammer-"

"Nora?" Jaune interrupted before wincing and clenching his lips tight.

"The hyper one with the hammer," Qrow continued on, completely ignoring Jaune's statement "mentioned something about you and my niece being a couple." Jaune paled "And then she tried to shift focus onto Harry and Ruby, something about them having a crush on each other but Tai didn't…buy…oh good grief." Qrow trailed off with a sigh when harry started blushing.

"Well boys," Qrow shoved them in before locking the door "inside to hell we go."

-Ironwood-

Frowning, the Atlas general looked deeper into the files Ozpin had sent to him. "Dragon Grimm form semblance, species name unknown. Enhanced vision, able to see in the dark, armor plated nose to prevent loss of smell except through powders, ears protected by horns." Tapping a screen a three-dimensional holographic to scale image of the dragon form appeared above his desk, rotating slowly as the dragon flapped it's wings as if flying.

"Back limbs have low mobility but are thickly muscled, likely to push off for taking flight." The tactician in him wanted to do his own analysis of the dragon form of someone who would soon be let in on the greatest secret of Remnant. "Front limbs less muscled but with more reach, flexibility, and sharper claws. Spikes under the chin to strike those attacking the throat."

Tapping the hologram, he pulled up measurements of the dragon form "Wingspan of approximately eighty feet to maintain stabilized flight. Large bone growth at end of tail resembling club, practicality and durability of bone unknown. Top speed, approximately sixty-five miles for hour, able to fly for thirty-two minutes at top speed before slowing." Finishing with the measurements and physical aspects of Mr. Potter's dragon form he began looking at what information he had on the form's 'fires'.

"Two known fires available." the holographic dragon began breathing black fire then silver fire alternatively. "Both are heavily aura intensive to use for any length of time. Black fire heals beings that lack a soul and injures those that do have one. Silver fire heals those with souls and injures those without souls. Theorized that fires can be combined to hurt and heal at the same time. Theory as of yet untested." Minimizing the files on Mr. Potter's semblance he pulled up the ones on the interactions between the new members of the circle and Ms. Weiss Schnee.

Frowning he read the reports on their personalities, Ms. Schnee's with a more critical eye given what he knew of her family, before reading the reports for the major interactions and didn't like what he read. Sighing he took his scroll and sent a message to Winter that he wanted her in his office as soon as possible. Eight minutes later there was a knock on his door, "Enter." He called out as Winter walked inside the office.

"You called me General?" the specialist asked professionally, a habit he had both respected and found frustrating at times from the woman.

"Winter, we're alone and this is something I want to have your honest opinion about." He told her seriously as she cautiously lowered herself into the chair across from him.

"General…what is this about?" she asked, seeming nervous from the tone of his voice.

"I plan to send you to Beacon to act as a trauma psychologist as well as a Liaison between this academy and that one. The problem is that one of the people who most needs your help may not be willing to work with you."

"Liaison?" Winter asks surprised "Psychologist? Wait, why wouldn't he accept my help?"

"Yes Liaison." He nodded and tapped the digitalized desk as the files on Mr. Potter and her sister were sent to her scroll "And that is because of the interactions between him and your sister." Eyes widening, she opened the scroll and read the files before her expression took on a cold fury.

"I request permission to go to Beacon to speak with their headmaster about the position as well as beat some sense into my sister." Winter requested angrily as he nodded.

"Permission granted. Safe travels winter." He said as she nodded and quickly went off to pack. Pulling out his scroll he sent a warning to Ozpin about Winter coming and the possible collateral damage of her trying to educate her sister on how not to act. "This will be interesting."