Howdy folks, how's it going?
Hope you all have been keeping safe.
Before we start, allow me to be honest. This chapter is kinda on the smallish side of what I usually do. I have been VERY busy in real life, to the point that when I did have time to write, the motivation was lacking. In fact I was seriously considering posting a notice explaining this and that I was gonna postpone the update to April because of it.
But then that volume finale happened, and well… I was so disappointed by how it all went down that I felt compelled to write to vent my frustrations. What was even the point of it all…?
So yeah, at any rate, as usual a big shout out to Chaos for his continued assistance. And as always I own neither RWBY nor TES.
Now, on with the show.
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"So" J'Zargo inquired, looking up at the huge, abandoned storage building that now stood before them with an inquisitive stare in his illusory visage. "This is the place, yes?"
"According to the intel Tukson gave us, yes." Blake confirmed, moving to stand beside the khajiit, a white mask in her hand. "Here, we'll need this to get in."
J'Zargo glanced at the proffered item, eyebrow raised inquisitively. "One more layer of disguise? What is the point?"
"Uh, I'm actually with him on this one." Sun interjected into the conversation with a pondering expression, half from confusion at the other "faunus"' words and half out of legitimate curiosity. "Why does the White Fang go for these all the time? Ain't that kind of the Grimm's schtick?"
"That was the point." The black-haired girl admitted, her voice somber. "Someone higher up in the chain of command figured that if humanity was only going to see us as monsters, we may as well look the part. Unfortunately, the practice stuck…"
"By the twin moons, and J'Zargo though Windhelm had been bad…" The catman muttered, before grabbing and donning the mask. The fact that it was not made to match the actual anatomy of his face made for a rather uncomfortable, loose fit, but the glamour around him hid the fact well enough even through its annoyed frown. "That sounds stupid. Where J'Zargo is from, monsters and those trying to act like them are hunted down and killed."
"That's a large part of why I left." Blake said as she put on her own mask, clearly saddened by his words but not really able to refute them. "I realized that if they kept going down this road, they'd just be making enemies of everyone else."
"Well…" Sun ventured as he hastened to mask himself, clearly sensing this was a sensitive topic for her, and trying to sound encouraging. "But that's what we're here for, right? To stop them from going too far?"
"Again, that is part of it." The girl replied, before her face grew resolute and she began walking, motioning for the other two to follow, which they did without a word.
Moments later, they were at the door, and she knocked twice. A slit opened briefly, a white-masked visage staring at them for a few seconds. Then the door opened, and a pair of burly men walked out, one with the ears of a dog, the other with the tusks of a boar.
"Here for the rally? You're almost late." The first one grunted, as he gave the trio a once over. "There's always gotta be latecomers… Anyway, we gotta search you for weapons."
Blake felt the urge to curse. Seems like they had upped the security measures some since she'd last attended one of these. Things might get ugly…
"Wait a second." The second one stated, his eyes suddenly falling suspiciously on J'Zargo for a long moment before the man approached the khajiit. "The hell are you playing at? If you're some undercover police or whatever, you picked a real shitty disguise-"
Before anyone could figure out what he intended to do much less react, the thug grabbed at J'Zargo's tail and pulled.
The noise that escaped the catfolk's lips started out as a pained yowl and ended in a leonine roar of anger.
The surprised faunus swiftly found himself slammed against the building's wall, lifted off the ground by the throat.
"Touch J'Zargo's tail again and J'Zargo shall slit you open from mouth to arse and wear you like a cape." J'Zargo snarled, a feral sneer on both his real and illusory faces that showed sharp canines, his ears folded backwards much like an angry cat.
The boar faunus was too frightened by the display to say anything back, so it fell to his colleague to do so in his stead.
"Huuhm, sir?" The first guard ventured with forced, nervous politeness, completely breaking the thuggish front he'd been putting on. "Please forgive my partner for the misunderstanding. We're new at this post and were told to be suspicious of everything and well… we've never seen a Faunus with two traits before. Here, I'll let you and your friends in with no further trouble, as an apology."
The man frantically made to open the door and clear the way to let them pass. For a moment J'Zargo did not move, seemingly contemplating the pros and cons of carrying it out his threat. To Blake's immense relief, he eventually unceremoniously dropped the guard and made his way in, to which she and Sun where quick to follow.
"Well, that was one way to sneak our weapons in…" She said quietly as they moved.
"Dude, you ok?" Sun asked, looking to the catman in solidary worry. "Tail tugs hurt like a bitch…"
"J'Zargo is fine." The khajiit replied, his ears still folded backwards and his tone still angry, if genuinely appreciative of the concern. "But J'Zargo is now genuinely wishing that before this is over there'll be an opportunity to do some violence. This affront mustn't stand."
"Please don't jinx this for us…" Blake replied as the trio approached the crowd that was inside the building, opting to remain at the furthest edge. The cat faunus could not help but feel distressed that there were so many of them here, that was unusual for a rally such as this.
The big something hidden beneath a tarp on the stage before them did little to assuage her worries, as did the massive hulk of a man that was standing before it, staring at the crowd with arms crossed. She recognized him as part of the vale cell before she left, and particularly loyal to Adam to boot. She made sure she was mostly hidden behind J'Zargo just in case…
"So, when's it starting?" Sun asked quietly, breaking through her worried musings.
As if to answer, the lights opened up, and the chatter among the crowd died down. Without a word, the man motioned for someone unseen to approach, and into the stage came a figure that she also recognized.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming today." Roman Torchwick greeted loudly enough to be heard, sparking some confused mutterings in the crowd.
"So, this is Torchwick, yes?" J'Zargo inquired quietly, sniffing at the air twice. "Eh, Tristard was right. J'Zargo can smell the make-up from here, the man reeks of it."
Sun's snickering at the memory of that particular insult was fortunately smothered by the murmurs all around them, a few calls demanding to know what the thief was doing there ringing out.
"I see you all know who I am, and I understand that my presence here might be quite a shock." Torchwick continued casually, barely acknowledging the suspicion thrown his way. "Believe you me, this isn't exactly my favorite way to spend an evening either. But think of it this way. Even if I am human and you all are faunus, with the kind of things I do, and the kind of things you are signing up for, is there really any difference between us?"
The discontent in the crowd turned to confusion, and Blake frowned. What was the thief playing at…?
"Some of you might disagree, and well, that is your opinion. But in the eyes of the council? Of the police and the huntsmen? Why, ladies and gentlemen, it really does make no difference to them." The man kept on going, theatrically walking along the stage as he twirled his cane. "To them, you and I are all the same, animals to be hunted and put down."
Blake felt the urge to puke. Was this… this bastard seriously trying to curry sympathy with the faunus by implying their situations where anything alike?!
And what was worse, going by the mutters of contemplation and agreement around her, it was working…
"You may not believe me," The man rambled on. "But perhaps you will believe your eyes. Surely, everyone here has heard of the incident at the docks a while back, right? When a bunch of students from Beacon oh so heroically thwarted me on a job? Well, here's a little something the news didn't mention."
As the thief moved to the side, a projector suddenly came to life, showing a familiar scene to Blake.
That night at the docks… This must be some of the security feed. Two figures were visible. Tristard, his back to the camera, conveniently angled so her downed body couldn't be seen… and the man who had shot her…
That Tristard promptly incinerated in a rage, earning a few gasps from the crowd.
Blake stiffened at the scene. She hadn't really been aware of what had been happening then, for obvious reasons, but she had been told what had unfolded after the fact. She had regretted that a life had been taken, but she hadn't blamed Tristard for it. And if she was being honest, it was hard to feel sorry for someone who had just tried to kill you out of spite.
She wondered if it meant anything that, even know as she watched, those opinions did not really change…
"A simple student, ladies and gentlemen!" Torchwick voiced dramatically, shaking his head in apparent shame. "Killing one your own with utter impunity. Without consequence. Even being lauded for it! And if this was just a student, what do you think the professionals would do? Do you think the ones calling the shots would care if a few of you happened to die if they came for you?"
Angry agreements began to come from the crowd. Blake felt angry too, but for very different reasons entirely. Were they seriously trying to use Tristard to cast the authorities in a bad light?!
Maybe sensing her indignation, Sun placed a supporting hand on her shoulder, calming the cat faunus down. Glancing at her other companion, she saw J'Zargo just staring at the scene, a mild frown on his face. A glance from the disguised khajiit told her that he too did not like what he was hearing. Honestly, Blake felt ill. She had been to her fair share of recruitment drives in her time in the White Fang. Back then, she'd seen what had been said as a call to rise up against injustice, to fight for the equality that faunus deserved. But this… How could things have devolved so far? To this fearmongering and lies…?
"Those in power and those they command won't help you, ladies and gentlemen! Just as they never helped me." The thief then continued spreading this ridiculous propaganda. "But as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and so I have come into a partnership of sorts with this fine organization. A partnership, I must say, that you'll find comes with some benefits…"
He then pulled the tarp off, making her eyes go wide in alarm at the massive, metallic bulk of the Atlesian Paladin hidden underneath. How'd he get his hands on one of those?!
"What in Oblivion's that thing…?" J'Zargo inquired, his tone more one of genuine curiosity than any real worry. Blake could have sworn that there was a coveting glint in his eyes…
"That's right, my friends, the latest, most top of the line piece of Atlesian war gear, carefully pilfered by none other than yours truly, for you to use as you see fit to aid the cause of the White Fang. And there's plenty more when that came from." The man stopped then, holding his arms out invitingly. "So what say you, ladies and gentlemen? Will you join us in this great endeavour? To ensure that travestied like this," He turned to point at Tristard's footage. "never happens again?"
To Blake's great distress, the crowd roared in agreement. How could they possibly buy this pack of lies? How could they not see thatg they were being manipulated into becoming fodder for a man that couldn't care less about their worries or their cause? Had she ever been as blind as this…?
"Glad to hear it, ladies and gentlemen!" Torchwick said with a grin… then aimed his cane straight at her. "Well then, how about we start out by removing the Beacon infiltrators right here in our midst?"
Oh crap.
Within moments the crowd turned around, the new potential White Fang recruits stared at them, some with confusion and hesitation, others in anger and swiftly increasing hostility.
"…Well," J'Zargo commented with a lazy gaze all around, not looking very bothered by their sudden predicament. "Seems to me that we've outstayed our welcome. J'Zargo thinks, perhaps, it is time to leave."
"Any idea as to how?" Blake asked quietly, slowly reaching for Gambol Shroud even as Sun did the same for his own weapon.
"Just this." The khajiit replied casually.
And then there was fire.
The darkness in the room vanished as a wall of flame suddenly erupted before them, cries of shock and alarm filling the room as it separated the trio from the mob.
"We should run." J'Zargo commented calmly, and his two companions quickly agreed, all three about turning and dashing towards the exit.
They quickly came upon the very surprised duo guarding the door, who were swiftly put out of comission when Sun smacked them with his staff on the way. Pretty soon they were out on the streets again, running down the road as swiftly as they could.
"Dude, how long is that fire gonna hold them off?" Sun asked as they went, deciding to leave wondering just what the hell that had been for when they weren't in danger.
"Without J'Zargo there to maintain it, not for much longer." The khajiit answered with the same borderline bored demeanour he'd had during the whole debacle. "With any luck, it'll scare them off from pursuing us."
No sooner had the words been spoken, a loud crash broke the silence of the night, and the trio glanced back, to see the front of the building they had just left had exploded outwards. From within the cloud of debris, the hulking figure of the Paladin stomped out. It paused in the street briefly, before its top half twisted at a 90º angle straight in their direction.
"Well," J'Zargo said with a slow blink, now sounding vaguely worried. "That complicates matters."
Not a moment later, the mech started barrelling towards them, its awkward gait and unwieldy stride belying the speed at which the machine was moving.
"We need to take to the roofs!" Blake called out, preparing to do just that-
"Eerrh…" J'Zargo interjected before she could, sounding embarrassed even as he shot her a confused glance. "J'Zargo can't jump that high…"
"…Sun, lend me a hand here."
"Roger that!"
"Wait, what are you-?"
His confused question turned into a cry of surprise as the two faunus grabbed him, one by each arm, and with a leap assisted by the ribbon of the girl's weapon, swung themselves unto the roof of one of the buildings. As they landed, J'Zargo's expression was one of wide-eyed surprise.
"We'll be giving you a hand as we go, but I hope your capacity for distance jumping is better than height." Blake explained quickly, glancing down to see that yes, the war machine was still on their trail and- "Move!"
A rocket sailed through the air, coming straight at them. Even in his surprised state, however, J'Zargo's reaction time proved the fastest of the trio, and he reacted to what was obviously an attack by throwing a fire bolt at it.
The impact caused an explosion in mid-air, shattering the nearest glass windows but fortunately causing no more damage.
"…J'Zargo has to admit, he wasn't expecting that to happen." He said, sounding almost awed at the explosion.
"Are they out of their minds!?" Sun yelled in shocked disbelief. "Who fires a rockets like that in the middle of the city?!"
"It's gotta be Torchwick. Bastard just doesn't care… We need to keep moving, try to lead him away from here." Blake all but hissed, reaching for her scroll as the trio resumed their escape. "Everyone, we found trouble! We need back up NOW!"
Two more rockets came flying their way, and again J'Zargo managed to detonate them in mid-air as the trio kept jumping in between buildings, the catfolk occasionally needing some assistance when they crossed between blocks.
Very soon however, Blake noticed, much to her chagrin, that in the direction they were going, they were swiftly running out of buildings, the city blocks a head of them giving way to open, empty space at the base of one of Vale's highways.
And all throughout, the Paladin continued its relentless pursuit.
It was at that moment that her scroll crackled to life.
"Blake!" The voice of Ruby called out. "I got you guys in my sights! Keep leading the Paladin that way, we'll fight it on the open terrain!"
Agreeing with her leader's logic, and with a quick glance to confirm her companions were in agreement, the cat faunus proceeded to do just that.
Soon after, they had reached the last building, and leapt down into the road, running into the open field to try put as much distance between them and their pursuer as they could.
"This was quite a little game of cat and mouse that you brats dragged me into." The mech's speakers suddenly called out as it entered the terrain after them, the modulated but still recognizable voice of Torchwick confirming Blake's earlier suspicions. "But now you have nowhere to hide, so this is where the game ends."
The arm mounted cannons of the Paladin rose, ominously pointed in their direction…
…Only for the machine to suddenly seize as a massive, fiery explosion engulfed it from the back, making it stagger one step forward.
As it turned to react to the attack, from the far end of the road the roar of an engine and the neigh of a horse could be heard, and Blake, managing to glimpse two very familiar figures, allowed herself a relieved smirk.
The cavalry had arrived.
/
As Tristard and Yang sped through the streets of Vale, it hadn't taken them too long to find their imperilled friends.
The Dragonborn had been quick to leave any musings regarding the similarity of their pursuer to a dwemer construct for later, and trusting Arvak to keep moving, he opted instead to make their presence known with a good old fashioned incinerate spell thrown straight into its back. It did little more than stagger the thing, but it did certainly do the job of getting its attention off Blake and the others as it turned to confront the newcomers.
Yang, in need of both hands to control her own vehicle, did not have the luxury of shooting at the thing, but that did little to deter the blonde, Bumblebee's engine roaring loudly as she pushed the motorcycle to the limits of its speed, charging straight ahead at the larger machine.
Seemingly taking note of this, the odd construct made to raise its arms, aiming its weapons at her. Given the destructive power he'd witnessed from the likes of Yang or Coco's own contraptions, naturally the Dragonborn was not too keen on finding out what guns that size could do with them on the line of fire. Urging the spectral steed to slow down so he could better focus, Tristard's hands were enveloped in an orange glow as he cast one of his old favourites, that same glow permeating the machine's arms and forcing them upwards, giving the thing the somewhat comical impression that it was surrendering.
As it struggled against his hold, Yang came surging ever closer… and at the last second the blonde leapt.
The motorcycle sped straight through the constructs legs, keeping its straight trajectory well into the open field before it finally swerved and tumbled. Its rider came flying straight at the machine's front, and as she was wont to do, punched it really hard.
Between the blonde's natural strength and the momentum carried from all the speed behind the strike, Tristard had no shame in admitting he felt awed when the blow sent the thing flying backwards, straight over their equally surprised companions, and sent into a rough tumble that carved craters with every impact against the ground.
Yang hit the ground with a tumble of her own, though hers was far more controlled, ending up right next to her partner's group and getting up with a wide, adrenaline-fueled grin.
"Wooohooh, yyeeeah! I have always wanted to do something like that!" She cheered, earning her a rather flabbergasted stare of J'Zargo, an awed look of Sun, and an exasperated shake of her head from Blake.
Moments later, Tristard had approached, with practiced ease jumping off Arvak's back even as the steed began vanishing back into the Soul Cairn at his unspoken command.
"Impressive as always, Yang." The Dragonborn praised sincerely, throwing a genuinely impressed stare at the blonde's handiwork, to which her grin widened, before focusing on the trio with a more serious expression. "Seems like you ran into some trouble. Are you alright? And what are we dealing with here?"
"Isn't that one of the new robots from Atlas that were being presented earlier today?" Yang followed up with her own inquiry, expression growing curious. "I remember Ruby saying something about that…"
"Glad you guys arrived when you did." Blake answered with a small, honest smile, before her expression too grew serious. "And you're right, that's an Atlesian Paladin. Torchwick's piloting it, he's been chasing us since we got made at the White Fang rally."
So not an autonomous construct, but more of a vehicle, if one of a far different breed from the more standard wheeled fare of this world. Curious…
The "paladin" choose that moment start moving again, a loud metallic groan filling the air as it righted itself.
"Hhhg, just what is it with you damn brats and always coming to stick your noses in my business?! And there's even more of you this time!" An extremely aggravated voice rumbled from the thing, the Dragonborn indeed recognizing it as Torchwick's despite the odd echo. "Just get out of my damn way!"
The thing took a step towards them, and then another… and then it stopped when a sound that by now Tristard recognized as a shot being fired wheezed through the air, pinging straight into what paced for the construct's head from the side, causing no damage but giving it pause. More followed, a hail of gunfire that mostly aimed for the head or the weapon emplacements at its back. As it stopped, Torchwick tried to turn to deal with the new attack, only for the construct's feet to not move as layers upon layers of ice suddenly enveloped them, trapping it in place.
"Guys!"
Looking to the side, the gathered students saw Ruby, Weiss and Neptune swiftly approaching.
"Glad we made it in time!" The red-cloaked girl called as they arrived, before her gaze moved around through all of those present. "Is everybody ok?"
"Aye, Ruby, we got here before anything too serious happened." The Dragonborn assuaged her worry, to which the others gave their own assurances that they were fine. "What we need right now, however, is a plan for how we are going to deal with Torchwick and his… "paladin.""
"Well, assuming that thing is anything like a dwemer construct, we could always go for the joints." J'Zargo promptly offered, finally snapping out of his surprise at what he had just witnessed. "It'll be like Arkngthamz all over again. Ah, fun times…"
"You and I remember Arkngthamz very differently." Tristard commented drily, levelling a rather unimpressed stare at his longtime companion. As far as he was concerned, sod the dwemer, sod their puzzles and sod their contraptions…
A loud shattering noise drew everyone's attention back to Torchwick, who has just freed himself from Weiss' ice.
"Case in damn point…" The thief grumbled as he seemed to briefly consider the group gathered before him. Then hidden compartments opened on the construct's shoulders.
"Scatter!" Ruby called out as the mech unleashed a barrage of rockets against them, and the students promptly scrambled to run and jump out of the way.
Tristard and J'Zargo, however, stayed where they stood, sharing a knowing glance with each other.
Then the khajiit's arms started sparking, and as he launched them forward twin bolts of lightning shot forth, hitting the closest of the approaching rockets and then arcing through each of the ones that followed, causing them to harmlessly explode in midair.
Tristard followed up by raising his own hand, and as he focused, making a slow, deliberate gesture.
The thief made to prepare another volley, but before he could the mech he was in lifted off the ground, that telltale orange glow suffusing it, a lot of the intimidating appearance of the machine lost as it comically swayed its arms as if trying to swim through the air.
Then the archmage pointed downwards, and the thing came crashing down hard, forming yet another crater. And then he repeated the process a couple more times for good measure, before the strain of the spell forced him to let go.
The machine lay still on the ground after that, its pilot dazed by all the sudden impacts. And it was at that moment that the others fell upon it like a pack of wolves.
Yang jumped on top of the paladin's "head" and begun mercilessly hammering at it with her shotgun enhanced punches, while the rest, seemingly heeding J'zargo's suggestion, going for the robot's limbs, Neptune and Sun stabbing and striking at the arms while Ruby and Blake hacked away at the legs. Weiss, for her part, opted for using more of her ice dust to keep the thing pinned as the others went about trying to tear it apart with an odd amount of enthusiasm.
"You know, J'Zargo will humbly admit he was mildly concerned when he first saw that thing move. It looked like it could destroy entire battalions of the imperial legion all on its own, even without all the weird weaponry." The disguised khajiit commented as he watched the scene unfold with his arms crossed, sounding rather bemused by the whole thing. "Now, though? Now this is starting to feel rather unfair. Is it always like this around here?"
"This is an odd, odd world indeed, my friend." Tristard replied with an equally bemused shrug. "I've been here for a while now and I am still getting used to it."
Their conversation was interrupted however when the construct forced itself up through hidden thrusters on his back, forcing most of the students to back away, except for Yang, who stubbornly clung on and continued her relentless attack until one of its arms shifted from a gun into an equally massive fist and swiftly rose before coming down on her, smacking the blonde into the ground. Then, the other arm morphing to match the first, it brought the two up again.
"Shouldn't we do something about that?" J'Zargo asked, mildly alarmed, a sentiment he apparently shared with the other two boys present, but oddly, not by the girls nor the dragonborn.
"Nay, Torchwick has just made a terrible mistake." The breton commented with a knowing grin. "Watch."
The thief brought the mech's fists down in a devastating hammer blow right on top of Yang, the girl briefly disappearing from sight amidst the dust and debris caused by the attack as silence fell upon the battlefield.
One could almost imagine the smug expression on crook's face at the thought of finally having taken one of the nuisances down. An expression one could almost imagine shifting to confusion as he noticed the glow swiftly growing beneath the constructs fists…
…Then the mech was pushed back with enough force to be forced to take a few steps backwards for balance as Yang got back up, looking little worse for wear. In fact, with her eyes now blood red and her hair glowing brightly enough to almost appear white, she looked, if anything, quite angry.
The thief barely had the time to register what was going on before, with an enraged cry, the girl dashed into the construct's guard and swung her fist in an uppercut.
J'Zargo, not really aware of the nature of the girl's power and not yet fully over the surprise of the first time, could be forgiven for once again gawking as the sheer force behind the blow sent the metallic construct 3 times her size and many, many times her weight shooting upwards like a bullet. Frankly, Tristard had half a mind to get his scroll and get a picture of the khajiit's illusory expression for safekeeping.
"Tristard! Weiss! Rolling Thunder!"
The amusing notion was quickly put aside as he heard Ruby's command and immediately reacted, calling upon the magicka. Moments later, the burning smell of ozone filled the air as lightning began crackling along his arms, far brighter and more potent than what J'Zargo had previously done.
The heiress for her part, aimed her rapier upwards with a focused expression, a glyph manifesting in the air above the dragonborn.
It had been a coincidental discovery during one of the team's training sessions, that the girl's semblance had an… interesting effect when combined with his sorcery.
As Tristard unleashed the lightning storm spell, the beam of pure electric energy shot through the glyph… and was magnified tenfold in size and potency, lighting up the night's sky as it surged towards the still rising paladin.
Torchwick, upon noticing this attack coming his way, did the only sensible thing to do, and repeatedly smashed the eject button. The cockpit opened and he was promptly launched off the thing seconds before the sheer surge of energy annihilated the mech in a massive explosion.
The self-entitled master thief unceremoniously crashed into the ground, groaning as the students formed a circle around him, cutting off any escape.
"Well, that sure was something." J'Zargo commented, for once surprising Tristard in how… pensive he sounded. Indeed, the human illusion surrounding him gave the impression of a man deep in introspection. A very odd thing, for anyone that knew J'Zargo.
"What's on your mind, old friend?" Tristard inquired, to which the khajiit seemed to sniff at the air ponderingly.
"This… aura. And semblances, yes?" The catfolk replied after a few moments. "J'Zargo is thinking… That he would like to try it."
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…
…
"Eh." Tristard snorted, after a few moments of his own processing the unexpected statement. "We will see what can be done about that, but that will be for later."
"Yes, for now there is still clean up to do." The khajiit conceded, before a feline smirk bloomed in his expression. "And speaking of, did you…?"
"Aye, I felt it." The breton confirmed, mirroring the expression. "To the left."
Without another word the two mages raised their arms, twin bolts of green energy launching in that direction. To the gathered students' confusion, the spells seemingly struck empty air… before the empty air shattered like broken glass and the figures of Torchwick and an unknow girl with brown and pink hair fell to the ground, their shocked wide eyes the only thing moving in their paralyzed state. At the same time, the Torchwick in the middle of the circle similarly shattered.
"A fine illusion." Tristard praised drily. "Too bad we have ample experience with those."
/
It is hard to try to translate high octane action into written words.
So, who here thought I was not going to bring up what happened at the docks ever again?
Let me assure you that, even when it doesn't seem like it, there is a method to my madness.
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