Aight, fam. This is where the fun truly starts.

2: Clash on the Streets

Summary: After waking up from his heavy fall, the Nargacuga finds himself in an unfamiliar enviroment: Vale. There, he wanders aimlessly, until he finds himself in a strange predicament.

Disclaimer: I own nothing presented here in the story except the crap I made myself. All rights go to Rooster Teeth and Capcom.

"Normal speech."

"(Monster speech)"

"Thoughts"

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"Do we have to do this?"

The crook looked to his groaning companion, who had the back of his head leaning on his hands. Their attire consisted of grey sleeveless hoodies, white masks, and cargo pants. One had ram's horns growing out of the sides of their skull, while the other had fox ears poking out of their hood.

These were Faunus. More specifically, members of the White Fang.

"Yes, you freeloading dummy." The one with the horns sighed, lifting a crate of Dust and carrying it to their transport: A large pickup truck.

"Taurus said if we can grab this crap shipped alongside Mr. Bowler Hat down the street, he'd promote us to a higher position." he explained. "Now help me load this shit or HE won't be the only the bastard with horns you have to worry about!"

The fox faunus held up his hands in defense. "Alright, alright, chill." he said.

The fox faunus picked up a crate of Dust and followed his companion to the truck.

"By the way." he made small talk. "Did you hear the crap from earlier this evening?"

The sheep faunus looked at his friend. "You mean that weird white hole that appeared in the sky? Yeah, everyone knows about it since that shockwave it produced nearly knocked out the damn power."

A can clattering to the right caused the two to freeze. They turned their heads and spotted an old can rolling out from a dark alley, coming to a stop at their feet.

"Something's here." the fox faunus whispered.

"No shit!" his companion hissed back at him.

"Look," he said, loading his gun. "Just remain calm, and use your hea—"

*Fwip*

*Shink*

In half a second, a spike covered in feathers shot out of the alley and penetrated the fox faunuses skull, sticking into a wall and leaving the body, now with a large hole where the face would be, to slump to the ground face first.

The sheep faunus looked in horror at the bloody spike in the wall, and then at the corpse of his friend, a pool of blood now forming around his head. This can't be happening, can it!? He must be dreaming, and perhaps that rattling noise to his left was all his imagination.

"Take a breath," He assured himself. "It's probably an assassin sent to kill you. Nothing new."

Taking a breath and turning, the horned faunus expected a cloaked figure to lunge at him with a dagger.

What he wasn't expecting was for a black shape to barrel towards him, the last he saw before blacking out being a pair of Hellfire eyes and sharp teeth.

On the streets of Vale, another scene was unfolding.

Ruby Rose of Signal Academy stood proud and tall as numerous thugs lay around her, battered and bruised from the super-weapon known as Crescent Rose. The crimsonette looked up and stared down her adversary, who shook his head in mild disappointment.

This man was a red-head and everyone's favorite crime boss: Roman Torchwick.

"You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." He sighed, taking his cigar out of his mouth. "Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening."

He dropped the cigar at his feet and snuffed it out with his cane. He then pointed his cane at Ruby, a little cross-hair flipping up at the end.

"And as MUCH as I'd want to stick around..."

*chi-chak*

"...I'm afraid this is where we part ways." He said cooly.

Before he could fire at the crimsonette, a scream followed by a crash to his left made him halt. Huffing in annoyance at being interrupted, Torchwick turned to the source.

"For Dust's sake, can I make my one-liners without being interru—" The sight before him made him stop mid-sentence, and a quiet gasp from his opponent confirmed that he wasn't going crazy.

"Oh crap..."

In front of him lay a White-Fang soldier, based on his attire, and from what he can see, he had been absolutely mutilated, if the claw marks and missing leg were anything to go by.

"What the hell happened to you?" he thought aloud, approaching and crouching next to the corpse.

A shriek from above was the only warning Roman got before a dark shape came down on the body, forcing the crime boss to jump back.

What lay before the two was a monster, but it wasn't Grimm or anything else they've seen in all their years on Remnant.

It's body plan was draconic, the variety that uses its forelimbs as wings, but it also possessed traits found in felines. It even resembled a panther, strangely enough. If it's catlike appearance wasn't unnerving enough, then the whiplike tail and red markings surrounding the hellfire eyes definitely took the cake. The beak that covered its snout opened with a snarl, revealing dagger-like teeth.

Ruby paled a bit, but kept her composure. Roman, on the other hand, smirked and gave a chuckle.

"Kitty, or whatever you are, I've fought scarier things than you. Even I have dealt with monsters bigger than you!" He taunted. He wasn't kidding about the things size either. By his assumption, it probably matched Ruby in height, if not it had an inch or so on her. "You will fall dead, like. The. Rest." Roman fired a shot at the creature, the explosive projectile screaming as it headed toward the monster.

With a grunt, the creature launched itself off of the corpse, the projectile exploding on the ground where it had stood. The monster flipped in the air (A/N: Complete with a dramatic pose in front of the moon.), and launched itself itself at Roman.

Roman raised his cane and met the creatures claws with an overhead strike. The monster blocked the blow with his left forearm, and as the crime boss recoiled from striking it's scales, it grabbed Roman's cane in it's jaws and used Roman's grip on it to spin him around and toss him a short distance away.

Ruby, breaking out of her stupor, shifted Crescent Rose to Sniper Mode and fired a Fire Dust bullet, hitting the creature's shoulder. She got a yelp and a death glare in response, the monster quickly turning and winding up for a retaliation. Not wasting a moment, Ruby shifted Crescent Rose into Scythe Mode and propelled herself forward, twirling the Scythe like a Kung-fu artist.

Immediately, the monster followed her example, launching itself to meet Crescent Rose with it's claws. The two seemed evenly matched, with the monster using the extended fourth finger that supported it's wings like a samurai blade. Ruby spun Crescent Rose to deflect each strike, increasing the wyvern's irritation even more.

The monster jumped back and lashed it's tail forward, sending barbed feathers at the crimsonette. Reacting quickly, Ruby dodge-rolled out of the way, letting the feathers sink into the asphalt partially. She drove the blade of the Scythe into the ground, firing a couple of rounds at the monster. With each bullet, the creature deflected them with it's wings, causing the bullets to ricochet off in different directions.

With a shriek, the monster lunged at Ruby, tackling her to the ground and forcing the girl to use Crescent Rose to brace against the wyvern's jaws. In a surprising show of strength, Ruby heaved the monster off of her and pressed the muzzle of Crescent Rose to the monster's chest, firing a Gravity Dust bullet that sent the cat-like beast flying and crashing into a wall, the impact causing the stone bricks to crack.

Ruby heard the sound of metal creaking to her left, bringing her attention to a nearby building. Her silver eyes widened when she spotted Torchwick climbing a ladder to the roof. She looked at the shopkeeper, who walked out the store and leaned on the door post.

"Is it okay if I go after him?" She asked.

"U-Uh huh." He breathed, heaving from the interrogation that started this mess.

With that, Ruby took off, using her semblance to catch up with the crime boss.

Shade groaned. If that red-headed bastard hadn't decided to try his luck, he wouldn't be in this condition. He was considering sparring that girl who was with him, but it seemed even she didn't trust a monster like him wandering the streets.

With a strained grunt, the Nargacuga peeled himself comically of the wall, and slumped onto all fours. Doing so caused a sharp pain to travel up his right leg and into his shoulder, causing him to flinch and hiss.

He looked down. Injury counter: One slightly infected gash and broken shoulder. Need to clean it soon. One bullet hole in his chest. Hopefully it didn't go too deep. And a burned patch of fur next to the gash. Needs ice-cold water.

Great.

He looked up and spotted the girl moving at UNNATURALLY high speeds, leaving a trail of rose petals as she went. What kind of world did he fall into?

That question was pushed aside for later. There was ass-kicking to be done. One he looked forward to as a scowled formed on bis beak.

"(Nowhere's safe for you, little girl...)" He rumbled in his native language.

Hell-fire eyes turned crimson as the panther mimic charged across the street after the girl. He stopped at the base and leapt onto a balcony, then another. Using the ledges like steps, the sized down monster (a fact he felt was an insult to his pride) the wyvern reached the roof.

Scrambling to the top, the wyvern noticed that the red-head wasn't there, but he spotted a flying ship high-tailing it out of there while Little Red was standing with a tall, voluptuous blonde wielding a riding crop. Not wasting time, he let out a roar to signify that they weren't done yet.

The girl jumped and spun around, which was amusing to the monster, while the blonde simply turned, her Emerald eyes framed by glasses. The latter was intimidating, to say the least, with a strict and orderly aura to her, as her posture, choice of clothing, and overall height made her the type who likes to be dominant.

Shade would hate to admit it, and it could be his new stature messing with his senses, but he was intimidated, to put it lightly.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to get cold feet, not when his foe was right there. He crouched low to the ground, eyes blazing and tail rattling. He saw the girl readying her scythe, but she was stopped by the blonde putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Allow me, young lady." He heard her say. Despite being intimidating, she looked and sounded beautiful, he would admit. She then waved her riding crop, a few purple particles gathering around the tip. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

"Dafuq is she—?" Shade's thought process was interrupted by something striking him in the head, causing him to see little birds with...Skull masks? He didn't have time ponder it as he doubled over. His vision blurred and darkened before he fell unconscious.

Ruby looked at the scene before her. That thing, a creature that bested that crime boss, and matched her easily in combat, got knocked the fuck out by a rock.

Though, now that she looked at it, the creature looked a little worse for wear. It was definitely thinner than what it should probably be, as it's ribs showed and the limbs lacked a little bit in terms of bulk. A heavy gash on the monster's left shoulder made her wince a bit. It probably wasn't a good idea to attack a creature that was already in pain. Her silver eyes caught something most peculiar, however.

A scar, large and jagged, ran from the monsters "cheeks" all the way to halfway up the ear, ending in a place where the ear had definitely been nicked. If the white color were any evidence, she would say the scar probably came a long time ago, possibly from it's youth.

"Ahem." a stern voice said to her right.

Oh yeah, she forgot about her.

Ruby turned and looked at her savior. She about to be blasted to bits by that criminal when this huntress showed up. The women had used her semblance to attack the bullhead that the guy ran into, and she even fought against his partner in crime, who fought using hot glass. Sadly, they got away before any real damage could be done.

Now she had an unconscious creature and a not-so-amused huntress to deal with. This is why she followed her dad's number one rule: Don't do something out of your league, as it will only do more harm than good.

"AHEM." the huntress repeated firmly.

"O-oh! Sorry about that. Though, while you're here..." Ruby folded up Crescent Rose and held it up like an offering to the woman. "... Can I get an autograph?" she smiled awkwardly.

A moment passed without a sound, and the crimsonette thought she was gonna get chewed out if the huntresses blank look gave any indication. Another moment passed, and it was then the woman gave a sigh and took the weapon, signing her initials onto the metal plating before she gave it back. Ruby could've swore she saw a tiny smile on her face, but it faded immediately.

"Normally I would congratulate you for facing Roman Torchwick AND surviving." She began, pushing her glasses into place. "But a girl your age SHOULD NOT be out here fighting criminals, especially the likes of him." She said harshly, making Ruby flinch.

"And for that." The woman leaned down, lifting Ruby's chin up with a finger. "I may have to punish you." She whispered, a seductive tone seeping into her voice.

Ruby turned beet red and zipped away a few feet, flapping her arms comically. "N-no, I d-don't wanna be punished, Miss..erm.."She looked at the autograph to try get the huntress's name.

"Goodwitch. Glynda Goodwitch." The huntress beat her to it, saving her the trouble of reading the cursive writing.

Glynda pulled out her scroll and began typing in a number. "Professor Goodwitch would be preferred. What to do with you will be decided once we get to my Interrogation chamber. Until then, I not only need a transport for us, but for whatever that thing is." She pointed to the unconscious beast laying to the side.

"Do not go anywhere." Glynda ordered. Ruby lifted up her hands in defense and nodded meekly. Glynda turned and began talking with a voice on the other side.

Ruby, meanwhile, stood there sheepishly and thought to herself.

"This can't get worse, right?"

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Aight, I finally got it done.

Delays caused by school and the Super Bowl were all worth the days it took to write this.

Anyway, Sai Kunai Blade, I need an intro for this fic. I'm talking about anime. intros here.

I'll PM you about it later.

Edit: Aura in this story is weaker around certain parts of the body.

And for the rest of ya'll, you next chapter!