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Infinity Verse MAX
Reverse Yang Xiao Long: Explode
Gasoline, kerosene, Strike the match, ignite the scene
Shit will never be the same, Feel the fury of my flame
Beg for mercy, it won't help, Embrace the ending you were dealt
Seems you fucks will never learn, Now sit back and watch me burn
Amidst the sea of mangled corpses and blood-stained walls, Yang continued to casually sit by the bar and drink her spiked strawberry sunrise. All the while Junior's body was still slumped onto said bar, his head with two holes on the front and back, chunks of his brain hanging off the back hole. Mangled remains of what could barely even be considered human bodies decorated the floor, some even hanging off the ceiling, such as poor Melanie and Miltiades, Melanie having a massive hole where her stomach once was, and her sister's torn left leg embedded through the side of her head while Melanie was partially decapitated, her dangling head just barely hanging on, whilst her sister's right leg had been stabbed through her chest.
She had arrived at Junior's bar say about twenty minutes ago, an aura of dread filling the air as everyone inside suddenly froze while she strode towards the bar's owner. She sought information as to why some of his men were with Roman Torchwick the day her demented sister raided his hideout and murdered nearly everyone inside. Knowing his life depended on how he answered, Junior stated that he was unaware of Roman's intentions when he hired them while quickly getting to work on the huntress' regular: A spiked strawberry sunrise with no ice. The instant she took one look at her drink, her eyes turned a blazing red, sealing the fate of everyone unfortunate enough to come to this bar. Not because of the information Junior had given her...
...but because he forgot the little umbrella for the drink.
In an instant, Yang proceeded to punch Junior's face so hard that her robotic fist shot out of the back of his head before he even had a chance to apologize.
His men and twin bodyguards attempted to bring her down, but it became clear that they were hopelessly outmatched as Yang practically tore everyone she saw apart with her bare hands, all the while an almost euphoric smirk was on her face. A clear sign that she was enjoying this. Once she had taken care of the last of these pests, she went back to the bar to place the umbrella onto her drink herself and began downing the spiked beverage. She was about to hop to the other side of the bar to get a refill when two police officers burst out of the door and pointed their weapons at her.
"Freeze!" one of them ordered.
"Huntress business," Yang casually informed the two of them, holding up her scroll without so much as turning to face them.
Upon seeing the mark of her occupation, the cops' faces turned white as they realized they had nearly ired someone connected to the person who signs them their checks. Someone whose huntsmen and huntresses had total diplomatic immunity towards their laws. Not wanting to piss her or her employer off any further, they quickly made their leave, causing Yang to let out a scoff before refilling her shot. She had begun to take her drink when her scroll went off. Growling in annoyance, she looked down to see who was calling her before answering.
"Sup, Oz?" she greeted.
"I take it your task was accomplished without a hitch, correct?" the voice of Ozma asked.
"Junior's not gonna be a problem for us anymore," Yang answered as she turned towards the aforementioned's corpse.
"Excellent," Ozma responded. "Because I have another mission for you."
"I'm all ears," Yang replied as she sat back down, taking another swig of her drink.
"I've recently struck a deal with someone who will be able to assist us in our war against Salem," her employer explained. "Unfortunately, their emissary had recently been captured by a new street gang that calls themselves 'The Mastodons' before further negotiations could take place. I've tracked down their main base of operations and would like you to go and retrieve her."
"A rescue mission?" the blonde questioned in an almost offended tone. "Ozma, you should know by now that I don't do rescue missions."
"I'm fully aware of that, but you didn't let me finish," Ozma stated. "I'd also like for you to set an example to this new gang by burning their hideout to ashes and killing everyone inside. So long as you return to me with the emissary alive, of course."
Upon hearing this, the murderous smirk of this twisted version of the blonde powerhouse returned.
"Oooh, now we're talking," she said. "Alright, I'm in. I'll get the others on the-"
"No, Yang," Ozma interrupted. "You'll be going in alone."
"Alone?" Yang repeated.
"Is that a problem?" Ozma asked.
"Nope," Yang answered. "Means my sister won't be able to hog all the kills."
"Good," Ozma replied. "I've already sent a Bullhead to pick you up. It should be there in the next five minutes."
With that, the devious wizard hung up. Their conversation having ended, Yang began to make her way out of the blood-soaked club, all the while eagerly anticipating all the poor bastards she'd smash to a bloodied pulp.
Soaring high in the clouds above Vale, a Bullhead began to make its approach towards its designated target. Inside it, Yang continued to impatiently tap her foot on the floor as she waited inside the ship's cargo bay, itching to bash some poor soul's brains in as she always had. It was like this for her for years. And the moment that tipped the first domino that set off the chain reaction which would lead her to become such a rage-induced beast that craved violence?
The day her mother left her.
From what she was told by her father, he and her mother, Raven Branwen, were huntsmen under the command of Ozma at the notorious Beacon Academy. They, along with a woman named Summer Rose and Raven's sister, Qrow, were known as Team STRQ. For years, they carried out Ozma's heinous work around the globe, until one day, Taiyang and Raven, deeply in love, abandoned Ozma's cause, both out of a growing resentment for their leader, as well as the fact that Raven was pregnant with Yang. So they faked their deaths and eventually settled down in a cabin on the island of Patch.
The years that followed Yang's birth seemed to go well for the couple as they raised their daughter, until one day, Raven left and never returned. The resentment that Yang felt towards her mother as she coped with her abandoning her and her father was gradual, yet clearly seemed to have an alarming effect on her. She suddenly grew quick to anger, often starting fights regularly in school, even shouting constantly at her own father despite his desperate attempts to calm her down.
And this change would only corrupt her even more when Taiyang found love again...with Summer.
Yes, seemingly out of nowhere, Summer too claimed to have abandoned Ozma's cause and arrived to comfort Taiyang during these difficult times, eventually winning his heart in the process. Almost immediately afterward, Summer reassured her new stepdaughter as best she could...but the words she spoke were not typical of any normal, loving stepmother.
"Raven abandoned you because she didn't love you or your father. She saw the two of you as nothing but burdens on her life. But I'm here now, and I'll never leave you. Because I DO love you."
From then on, her disdain for her birthmother evolved into full-blown hatred. Hatred that she would regularly need to vent out on something. Whether that be a bookshelf or two, or even one of her father's legs, she would break everything in sight when she had one of her rage-induced episodes.
And then, almost as if fate was playing a cruel joke on her, Summer too went missing. There weren't any signs that she had just up and left as Raven did. It was assumed that she had fallen victim to a pack of Grimm. A few years later, Yang's stepsister, Ruby, took a violent turn for the worst and went on a bloody rampage that ended with Yang's right arm being lobbed off and her father being brutally murdered. Soon afterward, the two of them were found by Ozma and allowed to attend the very academy that taught Yang's father and both of her mothers. She accepted immediately on the sole grounds that she gets to vent out her anger on anyone that Ozma unleashed her on.
And so, after receiving a mechanical right arm to replace the one her sister took from her, Yang went out and pummeled her headmaster's enemies to death with her bare hands. It was euphoric to her whenever the rage built inside her could finally come out to reveal the beast she truly was. It was for this reason that she waited with such impatience. Almost as though she was a ticking timebomb ready to explode at a moment's notice.
Fortunately for her, she wouldn't have to wait much longer, as two Atlesian soldiers approached her cautiously, clearly not wanting to enrage her.
"Uh, m-ma'am, we're nearing the target," one of them informed. "We'll land about-"
"We above them?" Yang asked.
"...Uh, we will be in about twenty seconds," the second one answered. "Why-"
"Good," Yang interrupted before getting onto her feet.
Without warning, she immediately marched towards a nearby button and slammed her fist onto it. Gasping in fright, the soldiers quickly ran away from the cargo bay as its door slowly opened. She carelessly allowed several boxes of dust ammo to fly out of the ship as it continued to fly at top speed. With a look of murder in her eyes, Yang then jumped out of the open hatch and straightened herself to where she was barreling towards her target like an arrow.
"Does she realize she doesn't have a parachute?!" the first soldier shouted amidst the sounds of the ship's roaring engines.
"Probably!" the second soldier answered.
Back down at the ground, inside a previously abandoned, three-story complex, several well-armed sentries stood in place, awaiting anyone who dared to try and attack them. These soldiers were donned in a black and white suit of armor whilst carrying massive assault rifles and wearing helmets that bore a striking resemblance to the Black Power Ranger's. As they continued to guard their posts, the intercom inside the building buzzed to life, instantly catching their attention.
"Mastodons..." said the ice-cold, slightly cybernetic voice of a woman. "We have reason to believe that someone is coming for the emissary's rescue. You are free to use any method to bring this person down so long as she does not reach our captive. Should any of you attempt to flee, a termination squad will be sent to kill you. And make no mistake. They WILL find you."
"Let this fool come!" one of the Mastodon's declared. "We will fight to our last breath if we must. For the glory of the Syndicate!"
"Good...because she's currently three hundred feet above you," the woman responded. "Two hundred...One hundred..."
Before any of the perplexed sentries could ask what she meant, something suddenly burst into the building through the ceiling and landed right on top of one of them, instantly crushing him to death. The others quickly retreated slightly backward and raised their weapons at a shape that could be just barely visible from the dust.
"Your target has arrived," the woman from the intercom stated.
The dust then slowly faded, revealing Yang in all her glory as she slowly rose up, her boots drenched in the blood of her latest victim. She observed the fools that surrounded her and gave a cocky smirk to each and every one of them.
"Evening, gentlemen," she greeted. "I'll be delivering you your ass-kicking for the evening."
To emphasize what she said, she harshly punched her left fist into her robotic right hand, allowing the metallic clang that resulted from the impact to echo across the room.
"Kill her," the woman commanded.
EXPLODE!
The Mastodons obliged, opening fire upon the murderous blonde, only for her to then shoot her weapon, Ember Celica, down at the ground, allowing her to be launched into the air to avoid the laser fire. The resulting explosion also caused the sentries that surrounded her to fly away from where she once stood, scattering them across the room. While in mid-air, she locked her now blood-red eyes on one unfortunate Mastodon and propelled herself towards him, letting out a mighty cry of war as she did so. Her left fist slammed his face with such force that it drove itself through his head entirely, obliterating his brain and causing chunks of it and his skull to come flying out of the freshly made hole in the back of his head.
"You're dead, you bitch!" one of the sentries shouted as he attempted to rush in and tackle Yang.
This effort was for not, however, for the huntress proceeded to pull her fist out of her victim's head and lunge it forward, shooting a dust round that caused both his helmet and his entire head to explode, all while the previous Mastodon's husk harshly slumped to the floor.
I FEEL YOU STARE
WATCH ME NOT CARE
GLARE AT THE FREAK, YOU'VE NO CONTROL
FEEL YOUR EYES PROBING ME, JUDGING ME ONLY MAKES ME WANT TO
EXPLODE!
Just two in, and already Yang was grinning deviously.
"Is that all you fucks got?!" she mocked.
JUST EXPLODE!
Right on cue, three sentries raised their weapons behind her, hoping to bring her down while she's distracted. However, those hopes were immediately dashed when Yang turned her head halfway and flashed them a smirk. This was then followed by her launching herself backward, her back hitting the center Mastodon while she back-fisted the other two in the face, resulting in all three of them falling flat on their backs. The two ones that were on the left and right tried to get back up, but they only made it halfway before Yang thrust both of her fists through their chests, crushing their hearts. The two of them screamed in pain as they were sent back to the floor.
She left them to bleed to death as she focused on the last one of the group, who immediately bashed her across the head with his weapon. The golden-haired psychopath's head veered sharply to the right, but she did not fall. Rather, she slowly turned her head to face the sentry who dared to land a hit on her and glared right through his helmet. Realizing he had made a grave mistake, the Mastodon raised his hands in surrender, but unfortunately for him, Yang really wasn't in the mood for taking prisoners.
Without warning, her robotic hand-delivered an iron grip to his crotch and squeezed tightly, crushing both of his testicles, likely into paste, before ripping his entire genital area off of him completely. The poor sentry howled in agony but didn't even get the chance to grip where his genitals once were as blood began to gush out of the freshly made wound. For Yang then bent down and rocketed her left fist into the hole she made and fired a shot that caused the entirety of his upper half to burst, his organs and mangled bones falling to the ground as Yang's face and portions of her tan jacket were now coated in his blood.
YOU DON'T KNOW ME
BUT YOU'LL FEAR ME
TAINTED WITH INK, RIDDLED WITH HOLES
STARING AND POINTING STUPIDLY ONLY MAKES ME WANT TO
EXPLODE!
With another one down, Yang observed his surroundings as the bottom half of her latest kill fell forward. Her eyes were greeted by six Mastodons rushing towards her in all directions, weapons armed and ready. Most would probably react towards such a situation with fear, or at the very least, a hint of concern.
JUST EXPLODE!
But not Yang.
EXPLODE!
For her...it was thrilling.
JUST EXPLODE!
The instant the first sentry unleashed a hail of laser fire, Yang slid herself underneath the bolts before reaching the Mastodon and lunging her fist through his stomach. Before he could so much as gasp, the blonde instantly tore his spine and head out of his body through the hole she had made. She then swung his head towards a second sentry, cracking his skull open while firing a grenade at a third sentry that was behind her. Once the grenade stuck itself on the soldier's stomach, Yang reeled her robotic fist back, causing the grenade to detonate, blasting a massive hole that stretched from where his stomach was to where his heart was.
ALL THAT YOU SEE
SCARS THAT MADE ME
SEE IN YOUR EYES, ALL YOU DESPISE
JUDGE ME BY WHAT YOU SEE, LEAVE ME BE, GET AWAY I'M GOING TO
EXPLODE!
Once her third adversary was taken care of, Yang proceeded to lunge herself at a fourth Mastodon and tackled him to the ground.
JUST EXPLODE!
She immediately began to punch holes across his body, tearing out his internal organs as he screamed in pain, all while that same murderous grin donned her face.
EXPLODE!
She was so entranced that she didn't notice another sentry firing a shot at her back.
JUST EXPLODE!
Once it made impact, the devious huntress grunted in pain while the sentry, joined by one of his fellow men, grabbed Yang by her long hair and pulled her off of the mangled corpse of his colleague and onto the floor. One of them delivered a harsh boot to her gut, completely knocking the air out of her, while the second reeled his foot back, readying it to kick her square in the head. But before his foot reached its target, Yang swiftly grabbed it and kicked the other sentry away from her. She quickly got back on her feet, still grabbing the Mastadon by his leg, before swinging him at the sentry she had kicked away. Gritting her teeth in rage, she then bashed the sentry's body against two others that tried to get the drop on her before flipping her makeshift weapon upside down and ramming him headfirst to the floor, snapping his neck in two and effectively killing him.
FEAR WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IT WILL ALWAYS BE
FEAR WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, AS IT ALWAYS WAS
FEAR WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IT WILL ALWAYS BE
FEAR WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I JUST WANT TO
EXPLODE!
Five targets were left for Yang. She observed them all as they, again, tried to rush towards her.
JUST EXPLODE!
Once one was close enough, she slammed her foot onto the flooring, causing a plank of wood to shoot up and bash one of them on the chin so hard that his bottom jaw was hanging on by a thread.
EXPLODE!
Seeing this, Yang shot herself towards him and tore his lower jaw off before thrusting her right fist down his exposed throat and firing a dust round that completely decimated his internal organs. The mangled remains practically melted out of a tear that was made as a result as his corpse fell to his knees.
JUST EXPLODE!
With just four left, Yang then propelled herself towards another one of her victims and slammed her iron fist against the top of his head, causing it to sink deeply into his body. Feeling that the last three would try to shoot her down, she grabbed the freshly made corpse and positioned it in front of her as she turned to her final targets. Sure enough, they instantly fired their weapons, but their lasers only hit the husk of what was once their friend. Once she was close enough, the blonde huntress tossed the body and the three of them, catching them off guard before firing a shot from Ember Celica that blew a hole into one's chest. She then turned to her two final opponents and grabbed them by their armors and smashed their heads together, cracking both the helmets and their skulls open, resulting in a sea of blood to pour out and for chunks of their brains to hang out.
The room fell dead silent as Yang observed her latest masterpiece. She then dropped the last two sentries and sighed to herself almost happily. No rush in her mind could compare with beating the everlasting piss out anyone she laid her eyes on.
To her...it was heavenly.
Or at least it was until she realized something.
"Oh, shit!" she cursed. "I was supposed to figure out where these guys were keeping this 'emissary.'"
She then shrugged to herself.
"Oh well. No excuse not to turn this shithole upside down until I find her."
Unknown to her, however, someone had observed this brawl from afar.
"Hmm...impressive," a woman, the same woman who had earlier addressed the Mastodons, said to herself. "It seems I will have to test this woman's skills...personally."
After about fifteen minutes of bashing doors off their hinges and either being met with nothing or a few sentries for her to rip out their own arms and beat them to death with them, Yang approached a large door made of solid steel. A challenging feat for most to break open, but for Yang, it was a walk in the park. With one shot from Ember Celica, the door broke off and fell to the floor. This time, much to the blonde's surprise, what she saw inside was an empty room, save for one girl bound, gagged, and strapped to a chair.
The girl wore a black collared dress with a long, bright blue panel down the middle and sleeve cuffs donned in the same color. Her long, brown hair reached down to her hips, and her eyes were a piercing, almost cold shade of blue. The most notable detail of all, though, was a headband with what seemed like a blue gemstone attached to it. A gemstone that almost seemed like it was glowing.
The instant this girl heard the doors being broken down, she looked up in fright, only for a sensation of relief to overtake her when she realized it wasn't one of her captors. Yang, meanwhile, simply observed the hostage with an almost bored look on her face.
"You the emissary?" she asked.
The girl nodded frantically to answer her, all while grunting some indistinguishable words through the cloth in her mouth.
"A'ight, hold on, I'll have you outta there in no time," Yang responded as she walked towards the girl. "Sooner I get you out of here, sooner I can get started burning this motherfucker down."
As she got closer, though, the girl noticed something behind her savior. She hysterically tried to say something to her, only for Yang to roll her eyes at the effort.
"Jeez, don't get your damn panties in a bundle," she said. "I said I'd get you o-"
"Hello, Yang Xiao Long."
The huntress stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing her name. She recognized the voice as the very one who addressed the sentries when she arrived. She turned around to face whoever she was about to pummel their face in and saw possibly one of the last things she expected to see.
There, now standing before her, was a blue-haired girl wearing a gold tiara, a blue gem placed onto it, and the tattered remains of a Sailor Senshi uniform. But that wasn't what had caught Yang off guard. That, in fact, was the cybernetic parts laced all across her body. Her right eye had been replaced with a cybernetic, blood-red orb, and her entire right arm, the left portion of her chest, and both of her legs were completely robotic. A metal plate was placed onto the left side of her chest, and a visible pacemaker was where her heart once was.
"...The fuck are you suppose to be?" Yang asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I go by Sailor Mercury," the cyborg answered. "I must admit that your talents have far exceeded even my wildest expectations."
"Oh yeah?" the blonde huntress retorted. "Well, Merc, glad I didn't disappoint, but I'm kinda on the clock right now, I'll sign you...something once I'm done."
She pointed a thumb back at the bound emissary as she said that.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I cannot allow you to free our hostage," Sailor Mercury responded.
"Oh, well, that's a shame," Yang said as she cocked her weapon. "Looks like I'm gonna have to dismantle my 'number one fan' for spare parts."
Seeing her target ready herself for a fight, the cybernetic Senshi smirked sinisterly to herself.
"Mercury Power, Make Up."
Suddenly, a blue orb dropped down into her pacemaker, the planetary symbol of Mercury flashing onto its surface. The energies of the dark Senshi's guardian planet surrounded her being as several of her wires began to glow a bright shade of blue.
"...O...kay..." was all a bewildered Yang could say.
Shrugging her surprise off, Yang's murderous smirk reemerged as she rocketed herself towards her newest enemy, ready to tear her to pieces. However, the instant she reached her, Sailor Mercury caught her robotic fist with her own metal hand. The murderous blonde's expression of confidence faded to one of shock before Mercury tore Yang's metal arm right out of her socket. The evil guardian of wisdom then delivered a powerful kick that sent Yang flying up to a wall. As her back slammed against the wall, and she slid slowly down to the floor, Sailor Mercury tossed her adversary's arm away and slowly began to approach her.
Despite having only one arm, Yang wasn't about to allow herself to go down so easily. She immediately retaliated by firing a dust round from Ember Celica to try and slow the cyborg girl down. The round made its mark right on the Senshi's chest, but she barely even flinched from the explosion and simply resumed walking towards her target.
"Son of a bitch!" Yang shouted.
"Persistent...even when the odds are clearly not in your favor," Mercury pointed out with a devious grin. "How fascinating."
"Ah, fuck you!" Yang yelled.
With that act of defiance, the irate huntress lunged at the cyborg girl, tackling her through the window behind her and sending the two of them plummeting three stories to the ground. Throughout the descent, Yang wouldn't stop punching Mercury square in the face with her sole arm until the two of them harshly landed on the pavement, Yang landing atop the sinister Senshi.
"No one gets the jump on me like that!" she screamed as she resumed her offensive on her enemy. "NO ONE! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, YOU FUCKING CYBER-CU-?!"
"Shine Aqua Illusion," Sailor Mercury gritted through her teeth as she fought the pain.
Her cyber arm raised up slightly, opening a hole in her palm that released a powerful torrent of water that blasted Yang of her cybernetic person. Yang was sent hurling backward, her back slamming against the grill of a nearby truck before she fell face-first onto the ground. Despite the immeasurable amount of pain she was in and the punishment her aura was taking, Yang still mustered the strength she had to pick herself back up, snarling in contempt as she watched Mercury too get back on her feet.
"I'm...I'm gonna rip you fifty new assholes all across what's left of your body!" she spat.
"Yang, as much as I'd love to cut that pretty little head of yours open and comb through every single millimeter of your brain just to see what makes it tick...I'm afraid that you have more pressing matters to attend to," Sailor Mercury responded.
She then pointed an organic finger at something behind Yang. Before she could so much as say anything, though, the headlights of the truck she had hit flashed to life, its horn blaring aggressively. All a shocked Yang was able to do was turn around before the truck rammed itself into her at full speed and towards a nearby street. Seeing the truck coming for her with Yang stuck onto the grill, Sailor Mercury flew upward thanks to the rockets built into her legs to avoid being hit.
The truck, now revealed to be coated in a rustic shade of purple, barreled out of the alleyway Yang and Mercury's previous confrontation took place, driving itself into the street and sideswiping against someone who had just gotten out of their car, crushing him to death in the process. As the truck sped through the street, Yang slowly climbed herself up the front of the truck until she had reached the windows. She reeled her head back to try and break the glass, only to make a startling discovery.
No one was driving the truck.
Suddenly, without warning, the truck slowed itself down as several portions of it shifted themselves, slowly forming a new shape as Yang fell flat on her back. She looked up to see the truck in the final stages of transforming into a thirty-foot tall giant robot, its piercing red optics glaring down at her as its right fist transformed into an energy axe.
"Give me your face!" shouted the reverse Optimus Prime.
Prime was the first to make his move, swinging his axe down towards Yang, who immediately responded by firing a round from her weapon to side herself away. The axe pierced the pavement as a result, all while Yang couldn't believe just what she was seeing.
"I have GOT to be drunk off my ass again," she muttered to herself.
As she shambled herself back up, she noticed Prime grabbing a blaster rifle that was attached to his back and taking aim. Yang's eyes widened for a brief second before she shot herself up to avoid the laser blast Optimus had fired. Said blast ended up completely vaporizing an oncoming car, no doubt killing the occupants inside. Yang then landed behind the charred remains and kicked it up and into the air before punching it towards her enemy. The wreckage slammed against Prime's metal chest, causing him to stumble back as he grunted in pain.
Yelling with furious contempt, Optimus charged towards Yang as she propelled herself towards the dark reflection of the Autobot leader. She readied herself to slam her knee against his faceplate, but before she could reach him, he grabbed her and slammed her against the road, a small crater being formed thanks to the impact.
"I'll flay you alive for that, meat sack!" Optimus shouted.
"Sorry...no dice!" Yang gritted.
In an act of desperation, she fired a shot from her weapon that blasted Prime's hand to pieces, though it came with the cost of Yang herself being hurtled away towards a nearby lamppost, completely knocking it off the sidewalk it was placed onto. The nefarious Autobot commander screamed in agony as he clutched the freshly made wound the murder-happy huntress made, energon seeping from the space between his fingers. He was so occupied with trying to stop the bleeding that he just barely heard an explosion to his left.
He turned to see Yang immediately back on her feet, fury practically roaring through her blazing irises and her hair almost looking as though it was on fire. Prime didn't have time to do anything to prevent her from rocketing towards him and headbutting him square in the chin, causing him to be sent onto his back. She landed atop his chassis and began relentlessly punching his massive head, leaving large dents all over it while she screamed with unbridled hatred. She continued this onslaught for several seconds until Optimus' optics dimmed and his head slumped onto the pavement, completely knocked into stasis.
Yang took this time to take several breaths of exhaustion as she looked down at her downed enemy. In one last act of defiance, she spat onto his face before leaping off of his body. She stumbled slightly upon landing but immediately corrected herself. She began to walk away, heading back to the abandoned building the emissary was no doubt still being held, when she heard the sound of a slow clap coming from behind.
Groaning to herself, she turned around, ready to beat someone else to a bloodied mess, and her eyes were greeted by a man fully dressed in a suit that appeared to be some type of white spandex with gold arm and knee pads that had green highlights on them, shoulder armor donned in green and gold, and a bizarre helmet that was mostly gold with a silver mouthplate, a red visor, and had the top of it molded into a tiger-like shape.
It was him that was and still is clapping with amusement, and had two women standing on opposite sides of him. They were Sailor Mercury and, much to Yang's surprise, the emissary she was supposed to rescue. Gone was her previously frightened demeanor, for she now stared at her 'savior' with a glare that nearly caused the huntress' normally boiling blood to freeze over.
"Now that...was quite a performance," the suited man commented before turning to the emissary. "Wouldn't you agree, Mabel?"
"I suppose," the emissary, now identified as Mabel, answered. "...Even if she does have the brains of a sack of hammers."
"'Scuse you?" an offended Yang sneered. "I bust my ass to try and save you and THAT'S how you thank me?"
"And you did such a wonderful job at that," Mabel retorted sarcastically.
Trying her best not to smash her skull in for that, Yang turned her attention to the mystery man.
"And you," she said. "What's your deal?"
"Allow me to introduce myself," the man replied as he began to approach her. "I am Lord Drakkon, and I had this little 'rescue mission' staged to test your prowess. An-"
"Stop right there," an ired Yang cut off. "You mean YOU'RE the reason I'm not back at Junior's getting wasted? And all this was bullshit, to begin with?!"
"DO NOT interrupt our lord," an equally offended Sailor Mercury harshly sneered. "You will speak only when he-"
"Relax, Ami, she's not from where we come from," Drakkon assured as he got closer and closer to Yang. "We can forgive her lack of decorum for now."
'Yeah, that's it, come closer, you dumb fuck,' Yang thought to herself as her knuckles turned white.
Once he was close enough, Yang seized this opportunity and swung her fist towards Drakkon's head...only for him to catch it with ease. And before Yang could so much as let out a gasp, Drakkon delivered a harsh punch with his free hand to her gut. The force, somehow, was more powerful than any punch, kick, freefall, or explosion the sinister huntress had felt before and was enough to completely diminish what remained of her aura. She doubled over in pain and grasped her stomach with her sole hand, only for her attacker to land a spin kick right at her jaw that sent her flat on her back. Groaning in pain, she tried to get back up, only for Drakkon to stomp onto her hand and bend down to her before delivering blow after blow to her face. Five punches and a bloodied nose later, he finally relented as he gazed down at his downed opponent, who was groveling in agony before him.
"This will be the ONLY time I show mercy to you," Drakkon warned. "Understood?"
The huntress said nothing in response as she heaved in pain, unable to get herself back on her feet.
"I'll take that as a yes," Drakkon stated before bending down to her level once more. "Now then...why don't we have a little chat with your boss?"
"My lord, what about Prime?" Sailor Mercury questioned.
Hearing the Autobot commander's name, Drakkon looked up to the heap that was Optimus, still knocked out cold.
"Mabel, bring him back to the Spire," he ordered. "Have Ratchet get the medical bay ready."
"You're the boss," Mabel replied.
The 'emissary' proceeded to casually walk towards the body of Prime and, with a snap of her fingers, began to psychically levitate him in the air. She then tossed a small device she pulled out of her pocket to the ground, which then opened a portal that she walked into, Prime's heap following soon afterward. That was the last thing Yang saw before she finally blacked out.
Two hours later...
"You're CERTAIN you're not drunk again?" Blake questioned on the other side, obviously finding the story she was told hard to believe.
"You DID hear the part where I said I barely got two shots in me, didn't you?" Yang answered.
"Usually, that's give or take about seven or eight more," Blake countered.
"...True," Yang admitted. "But I swear, I'm telling the truth this time."
The Faunus on the other side simply sighed in annoyance before continuing on.
"Okay, fine. Let's say you are. What happened after you came to?"
"I woke up in Ozma's office with Drakkon beside him," Yang began. "Turns out Ozzy actually did make a deal with someone. Here's the gist of it: You, me, Ruby, and Weiss are gonna be regularly sent to Drakkon's dimension to work with this 'Syndicate' of his, and in return, he'll regularly send Ozma supplies, weapons, and even some of his men to help him deal with Salem and her cronies."
"...And you're fine with this?" a surprised Blake asked. "Didn't take you as someone willing to bend the knee to some random freak dressed like a clown."
"You know me more than anyone else at this rate, Blake," Yang answered. "So long as I get to beat people up, I'm good."
"Ah, yes, silly me," Blake sardonically replied. "But I don't have a fist for a brain like you. I'm not going to bow before a human, no matter where he's from."
"Oh, c'mon, Blakey!" Yang pleaded. "Whole new universe means more humans to 'punish,' as you'd put it."
"...I'll consider it," Blake relented.
"Great!" Yang cheered. "I already gave Ruby and Weiss a call. Ozma wants the three of you to meet with him real quick before we're on our way."
"Ugh..." Blake groaned, no doubt thanks to hearing that she'd be working with Weiss on this. "Fine."
"See ya soon, kitten," Yang remarked.
"Go. Fuck. Yourself. Yang," Blake snarled.
"Only if you watch me," Yang sensually responded before making a smooching sound with her lips.
The last thing Yang heard was the sound of something smashing against the wall. No doubt Blake had smashed her scroll in anger...again. Yang couldn't help but chuckle to herself before turning to face someone who was in the room with her: Sailor Mercury.
"Alright, Merc, we're in," she informed.
"Good," Syndicate's main scientist responded before opening a portal in between the two of them. "You will wait for your teammates in the Spire."
"Gotcha," Yang replied.
With that, Yang pulled her sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on before advancing towards the portal.
'This is gonna be fun,' was her last thought before she took her first steps into a whole new world.