A/N: Fair warning, this is a PM story. I wrote it for some friends of mine, so it might seem a bit quick, rushed, and maybe a tad bit lazy... because it technically was.
It was written on the fly and inspired by a picture by the same name. Type in old man jaune on google images and it's the first (and pretty much only) picture to show up. The story came to me the moment I saw it and this came to be. Hope you enjoy at, as lazy or rushed as it may seem/be.
Thirty years.
It's been thirty long years since that horrible day. Since Jaune lost everything. Since he lost his right arm, his friends, and another woman he loved. Thirty years since the failed attack on Salem. All he gained from that battle was scar over his left eye, courtesy of Tyrian, and a crack on his armor from Hazel.
In those years, the world had been all but conquered. Most of Remnant's leaders were dead, including Ironwood. Oscar was frozen by Salem to prevent Ozpin from resurrecting again. Grim overran most of the continent, with most armies destroyed. If that wasn't bad enough, all four maidens were under Salem's command. All that was missing was her taking the Relics.
Something Jaune prevented when he met the previous Summer Maiden... before she was killed.
Jaune had tried to go dark, just fade away in the chaos... along with Ren and Nora. To think one argument caused him to abandon them about eighteen years ago. That was the last time he had seen them... and he found out about a decade later that it was his last time seeing them, and he left on such bitter terms.
He had so many regrets. The way he left them was one of the ones he dwelled on the most.
He was sharpening his sword as the fire crackled. He had gotten skilled in maintaining his sword with just one arm, just like he had gotten used to fighting with just one arm. Oddly enough, it can almost be argued that he's even stronger now than he was in his youth. Maybe... it was because he had no choice but to become stronger, now that most of Remnant was under Salem's rule.
He had to get used to having just one arm, since Atlas no longer exists, let alone its technology. And there were no blacksmiths or scientists that could make an arm nearly as high quality as one made from Atlas. Besides, he wanted to remain as he was... as a reminder of why he can't remain weak. Why he had to grow stronger, so that he could better protect the few surviving members of humanity. So that he could better protect-
His glared up and readied his greatsword.
"Whoa, Jaune. It's just me," a hooded figure went as they raised their hands in defense, something in their left hand.
He grunted as he went back to sharpening his sword. "I see you found dinner."
"Yeah. Hope you like anaconda," the figure said as they held up the large snake.
"We've eaten worse," he said as he threw a log into the fire.
"So, you want me to cook it," the figure asked as they took off their hood, revealing a lovely young woman with orange hair, pale complexion, and pale pink eyes.
"If you can, Lyra," Jaune said as he stocked the fire before going back to sharpening his sword.
Lyra stared at Jaune, her smile turning a bit sad before she got to work, taking out... the Storm Flower. Using the blade, she gutted the snake before she prepped it over the fire. "Jaune?"
"Hm?"
"Where are we going after this? We've been traveling through Mistral for a while now. Where are we headed?"
"To Vale."
"Where you and... my parents are from?"
"Yeah," Jaune said as he placed his sword down. "It's a long shot, but I heard rumors of a skilled blacksmith still making weapons to fight against the Grim. Maybe we can get someone to repair Magnhild," he said as he and Lyra looked at the hammer, the weapon broken in half with the barrel splitting apart.
"I sure hope so," Lyra said. "I'm just getting used to swinging it around," she said with a soft giggle.
"Hm," Jaune went unenthusiastically as he stoked the fire, stabbing at the snake to tenderize and drain it of blood so it can cook better.
Lyra looked down with a sad looked before looking up towards the moon. "I wonder if mom and dad can see us right now?"
"I hope not." Lyra looked at Jaune. "They don't need to see the sorry state we're in. It would just make them miserable."
Lyra looked down. "Hm. Yeah. You're right."
Lyra was poking at the logs in the fire, keeping it alive. She looked at Jaune's back. She offered to take first watch, thinking he needed rest. She sighed. "Jaune? . . . You're still awake, aren't you."
". . . Yeah."
"You need to get some rest. Even you need sleep, old man."
"Mm."
Lyra looked down at the fire. "Jaune?"
"Hm?"
"When this is all over. . . When we finally find a way to beat Salem and get the world back from her. When everything's back to normal... What are you going to do?" He didn't answer. "Are you going to continue being a Hunter?"
"No. My time will be over. I'll let you youngsters take over."
"Then what will you do?"
Jaune was quiet. "In my first year at Beacon, I was struggling. No one expected anything from me. I was pretty much the comic relief. My partner then took me up to the roof. I honestly thought she was suggesting I commit suicide by jumping off."
"WHAT?!"
"Calm down, kid. It was my misunderstanding. I told her I wasn't that desperate. That I could always be a farmer or something. Now that I think about it, that's a pretty nice life to fall back on. Growing crops, raising cattle, and enjoying a peaceful country life. If I had to deal with the odd Beowolf or Ursa here and there, I wouldn't mind. It would be my life."
"Hm... sounds nice." Lyra looked down at the fire... and blushed. "C-Can I stay with you?"
"Hm?"
"Work on your farm with you. Can I?"
"Lyra... it's your life. Do what you want with it."
Lyra looked down... and imagined the life.
A nice, sunny day with a few fluffy clouds floating by. Jaune was plowing the fields, making it look easy despite having just one arm. Wiping off the sweat on his brow... as Lyra walked up with some freshly squeezed lemonade from one of the lemon trees they grew. The two were laughing happily, content with their peaceful life.
Lyra smiled. "Thank you."
"Hm." Jaune then looked at his right stump... almost seeing what looked like Grim Dust flowing out of it. He then closed his eyes, falling off to another dreamless sleep.
Jaune and Lyra were walking on another dark day. Sunlight was exceedingly rare these days. Only a few cities that payed tribute to Salem would get that luxury. The rest of the world was covered by thundering, black clouds filled with red lightning.
The two were walking towards Haven, one of the first cities to pledge allegiance to Salem. They needed supplies like ammo and food, and hopefully someone part of the secret rebellion to rebuild Nora's hammer. Jaune wasn't expecting much on the repair part, but he knew he had to try every option available. The man needed whatever he could get, after all.
As they walked, Jaune stopped abruptly, getting Lyra's attention. She noticed the concerned look on his face, the girl reaching towards her father's Storm Flower at her hip. She knew she made the right decision when Jaune placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.
When the two heard growling, they went back to back, Jaune readying his greatsword while Lyra readied the Storm Flowers.
They both looked towards the sound of a roar to see a Beowolf lunge towards them.
Lyra wasted no time shooting the creature, making it spin in mid-air. When it got close enough, Jaune cleaved it in half.
The rest of the pack ran out.
Jaune held out his sword, holding the face flat towards the ground. Lyra jumped onto it, guns at the ready. Jaune then used his awesome strength to throw Lyra into the air before he clashed with the first Beowolf. When one tried to lunge at him from behind, it ended up having its head filled with bullets.
The Beowolves looked up to see Lyra shooting at them from midair, falling towards a tall branch. She used the sickles to grab the branch and swing into it before continuously shooting at the Grim.
The Grim that was clashing at Jaune was too distracted with Lyra that it didn't notice Jaune's arm thicken. With a light grunt, Jaune slashed the Grim in half as if he were cutting butter with a hot knife. He then took one step forward and slashed, sending a blade of wind that slashed many of the Beowolves.
The wolves tried to attack him all at once, but he was able to stab them, decapitate them, and crush their skulls beneath his foot easily. Then, an Ursa charged out of the woods and tried to slam into Jaune. He was able to lift his sword in time to prevent himself from being directly slammed into by the bear.
The Grim was able to push him back for a bit, but he was able to stop it from pushing him any farther with brute strength alone. He looked up at the roaring Grim as it bit at his face, the man unfazed by the act, not letting it push him another inch as he kept it away with his sword.
As he glared at the beast, Lyra landed on its back, surprising it. She then stabbed the sickles into its neck before unloading into its head. After a while, she backflipped off of the Ursa, violently out her sickles in the process. Jaune took a step to the side and watched it fall before it faded away.
As he continued to watch it fade away, he spun his sword around expertly before stabbing a Beowolf behind him. He then ripped his sword out, not looking back as the beast fell dead to the ground before fading away.
Now he turned his greatsword back into a sheath, putting it back at his hip. "You've gotten better."
"I have to if I want to keep up with you," Lyra responded as she walked past Jaune before shooting at something without looking.
Jaune looked and saw a Boartusk waddle out before it fell down and began to fade away.
"Hm. Well, you're certainly doing that," he said as he walked up next to the girl.
Lyra covered her mouth in horror, while Jaune looked unfazed... yet there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Before them was a slaughtered village. Men, women, children and elders littered the ground. The smell of blood filled the air. The massacre was recent.
"How cruel," Lyra said softly. "If only we had gotten here sooner."
"Us being here wouldn't guarantee their survival. We may have been able to save a few of them, but not all," Jaune said as he walked up and knelt down near a corpse.
"But we could have saved someone, Jaune! We could have at least distracted the Grim while the people could run away!"
"Grim... didn't do this."
Lyra's eyes widened. "What?"
"These wounds weren't caused by claws or fangs. There are no sign of elemental damages either. These people were murdered by blades... and something else."
"What?"
Jaune analyzed the corpse and saw something. It looked purple in color. "Is that... poison?"
The two then heard wood fall. They came back to back, their weapons at the ready, Lyra prepared to shoot anything that moves.
"HA-HAH!"
Lyra shot towards the laugh, but the hooded figure was able to dodge her shots easily. The figure then lunged at her at a speed that she couldn't avoid.
However, the figure had to grab hold of Jaune's sword when he tired to stab the assailant. Jaune then lifted his sword and tried to slam the attacker onto the ground, but the figure jumped away in time to avoid the attack. The figure ran and held up his sleeves, the darkness of the cloth hiding whatever weapon was inside.
Jaune didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Lyra and activate his shield. He did it in time to prevent the two from getting struck by countless bullets.
When the figure stopped firing and tried to run behind Jaune, it was surprised to see Lyra was ready for it, the young woman firing the Storm Flower at it. The figure back-flipped to avoid the shots.
On it's third flip, it received another shock when it saw Jaune right in front of it. Jaune then swung his greatsword, slamming it into the abdomen of the enemy, sending it flying with a roar.
The figure landed onto a house, laughing lightly before going full cackle. "Well, well, well, it seems the knight has gotten MUCH stronger over these long few decades."
Jaune's eyes widened. "That voice." They then sharpened. "Tyrian."
"It's been a while, 'Sir Knight'. I see you've grown up to match that little scar I gave you," Tyrian laughed as he jumped off the building, landing on his mechanical tail.
Jaune glared at the hooded Tyrian, standing in front of Lyra, confusing her.
"Jaune?"
"Stay behind me. Don't let this lunatic anywhere near you."
"Oh, what a hurtful thing to say to an old friend. And after I made you more handsome with that lovely scar."
Lyra growled at Tyrian. "So YOU were the one who did that to Jaune!"
"One of my favorite achievements. I might have outdid myself. Well, it's not as grand as when I killed Clover Ebi with Qrow Brawnen's sword, but a grand achievement none the less. Hm? Wait, you look familiar."
"Me?"
"Ah, yes, the hammer girl. But why aren't you as aged as our dear Knight here? In fact, why are you still even breathing? Last I checked-" Jaune's eyes widened in realization. "You should be worm-food alongside your husband by now. Am I losing my touch?"
Lyra's eyes widened. "It was you."
Jaune stabbed his sword into the ground and grabbed Lyra, holding the now crying girl. "YOU BASTARD! IT WAS YOU! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"
"YOU'RE THEIR DAUGHTER!" Tyrian laughed maniacally. "That makes MUCH more sense! No wonder you're so young. Hm, then that means you were hiding when I found them. I was hoping to find the Knight there, but they were on the List anyway. Well, the Kill List anyway, unlike our Knight, here."
"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU," she sobbed angrily at the still cackling Tyrian. "LET GO OF MY, JAUNE! I'LL KILL HIM! I SWEAR I'LL KILL HIM!"
"I'm sorry, Lyra." Jaune then grabbed Lyra by the shoulder and squeezed a nerve cluster, rendering the crying woman unconscious.
Tyrian cackled. "Well, how about that? Putting the kid to bed, are we?"
Jaune glared at Tyrian before gently placing Lyra on her back and grabbing his sword.
"Oh, a fight is it? Good. Just be sure not to die, Knight. Our Goddess wishes for you to be alive."
Jaune looked confused for a moment before he went back to being stoic. He then got into his stance.
"I wonder how well you can fight with one arm. You know, she may have been the one to have taken your right arm, but Our Goddess can certainly give you a new one."
"Not interested." Jaune then charged at Tyrian.
Jaune's sword slammed into Tyrian's Queen's Servants, the force ripping his sleeves to shreds, a wind blade slicing a building in half, yet his hood remained. "Ooh, stronger AND faster. You're even stronger than Qrow Branwen. And with one arm, no less. She will be pleased."
"Like I give a damn." Jaune then tried to trip Tyrian, but he was able to jump up and kick Jaune in the face, making him stumble. Tyrian tried to stab him in the back with his stinger, but Jaune was able to block it with his sword before kicking Tyrian away.
Jaune was able to turn around and activate his shield in time to prevent Tyrian from shooting him. He then charged towards the murderous Faunus, slamming into him and smashing him through several buildings before slamming him into the ground.
Jaune then moved his head to avoid Tyrian's stinger before he felt Tyrian wrap his feet around his neck. With an incredible show of strength, the cackling Tyrian slammed Jaune's head into the ground before jumping away and firing while cackling.
Jaune felt every bullet, the strikes starting to sting.
Cackling, Tyrian charged at Jaune, preparing to impale him with his Queen's Servants.
Jaune jumped away as soon as Tyrian tried, activating his Semblance to regenerate his aura, ultimately nullifying all the damage Tyrian inflicted. Jaune then stomped on the ground, causing a quake that made Tyrian stumble, surprising the serial killer. Then, Jaune sent a wind blade racing towards Tyrian.
It was moving too fast for him to dodge.
Tyrian yelled out in pain after being hit point blank, being sent bouncing back, his cloak now in tatters. He landed on his feet as the last of his hood fluttered away in the wind.
Jaune got in his stance and got ready to charge when he realized something shocking.
Tyrian giggled, knowing Jaune had figured it out. "Surprise," he went after looking up... showing that he hadn't aged a day.
Jaune was astonished. "How? HOW THE HELL HAVE YOU NOT AGED A DAY IN THIRTY YEARS?!"
Tyrian snickered. "Isn't it obvious? It is the gift of the goddess."
"Salem."
"Obviously. Ever since she conquered this miserable planet, she made sure that her Inner Circle would be around to enforce her glorious rule. To make sure we wouldn't be killed like the First Wave of Humanity when we eventually challenge the false gods. Immortality has done wonders, you know. Which is why I find it quite confusing that you reject her gracious gift."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh. Ooooh, you don't know. Wait, that means... Mhm. Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm. Ha-ha-ha-ha-HA-HA-HA! You've been fighting against it for thirty years?! You've been rejecting her power all this time! My, my, you have a strong will, Jaune. A will that Our Goddess will find extremely valuable. I've always known you were interesting, but this?" He cackled. "GLORIOUS!"
"SPEAK SENSE, MAN!"
Tyrian's smile immediately went away. "Hm. I could always explain it... but it will be more fun to show you." Tyrian then looked down.
"Get ready, Jaune." Jaune did as Tyrian said, looking ready to charge in and stab him.
"This... is the power..."
Jaune felt a chill run down his spine. Tyrian then looked up... with red eyes and black sclera. "That you've been rejecting for three decades."
Jaune then watched as Tyrian's skin turned deathly white, his hair turning just as white, black veins appearing on his face, and a black substance crawled all over his body. Then, his body seemed to grow, becoming larger and larger.
Jaune was now looking up in horror. Tyrian's torso was now part of what looked to be a Death Stalker, his arms now the monster's claws, his mechanical tail now a Death Stalker's glowing stinger. The only human part of him truly was his upper body, the man laughing maniacally, his red eyes piercing into Jaune's very soul.
"Y-You're a Grimm?!"
"Isn't it MAGNIFICENT?! I fell as if I'm one with the Goddess herself! So... much... POWER! Controlling the Grimm is one thing, but BEING ONE?! I may only be a hybrid, but I have the privilege of being one of the first new, DOMINANT SPECIES! WE ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN! BEYOND HUMANS! BEYOND FAUNUS! BEYOND GRIMM! And soon..." He snickered. "Soon, when we are truly ready, we will be beyond even THE GODS THEMSELVES! OUR GODDESS SHALL CALL THEM SO THAT WE MAY BUTCHER THEM, AND SHE CAN BE THE SUPREME RULER OF ALL! OUR GODDESS WILL BE SUPREME! NOTHING WILL STOP US!" Tyrian cackled maniacally, his insane laughter shaking the village.
Jaune gritted his teeth before taking a stance. "I don't care what I have to do. I WILL stop you! No way in hell am I gong to let Salem have her way!"
Tyrian looked at Jaune, still snickering. "And how do you propose to beat us? You won't even use The Gift."
"The Gift?"
"Why, this of course," Tyrian went as he motioned to himself.
Jaune glared at Tyrian. "Even if I did somehow have that power, I'd rather die than become her monster."
Tyrian snickered before he laughed. "Oh, Jaune, you don't have a choice. You... are already one of us."
Jaune's eyes widened. "What?"
"Why don't I help you... FIGURE IT OUT," Tyrian roared as he charged at Jaune.
Despite being as large as a Death Stalker, Tyrian was still as fast as ever. He tried to grab Jaune with one of his claws, but Jaune was able to parry the strike. He then jumped onto the claw and stabbed his sword into it, making Tyrian yell out in pain.
Tyrian then hissed in pain, eyes squeezed shut. "Oooh, hurts so... good." Tyrian then cackled as he tried to slam Jaune onto the ground, but Jaune jumped off before he could, Tyrian smashing a crater into the ground.
Then, while in mid-air, Jaune saw Tyrian's tail shot towards him, but wasn't able to avoid it. Instead, the broad, midway of the tail struck Jaune, sending him smashing through at least four buildings, Tyrian laughing madly all the while, having a blast.
Jaune was face down on the ground, groaning. Gripping his sword, he tried to get back up, using his Semblance to heal himself. Then, Tyrian's claw crashed through the wall and snapped onto Jaune's leg, surprising him.
With a mad cackle, Tyrian ripped Jaune out of the house, smashing him against walls, through buildings, and onto the ground; cackling the whole time.
"Come on, Jaune!" He slammed Jaune onto the ground like he was a rag doll. "USE IT! USE THE GIFT OF OUR GODDESS!"
Jaune groaned, his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious.
"Did I break you? Hm, odd. You have a lot of aura, and I can't use my Semblance as a Grimm. . . Ah, who cares!? USE THE GIFT ALREADY," Tyrian roared as he prepared to slam Jaune onto the ground again.
When he was raised towards the air, Jaune's eyes shot open. He then slashed Tyrian's claw in half, making the killer scream in anguish. When Jaune landed, he proceeded to slash off Tyrian's right four legs, the appendages vanishing as black smoke before the Grimmed Faunus fell to his side.
"DAMN YOU," Tyrian yelled.
"I don't know why you think I have this 'Gift' you're going on about, but as you can see, I don't need it to beat you," Jaune said as he pointed his sword at Tyrian's face.
Tyrian growled at Jaune before his snarl turned into a villainous smirk. "You're going to wish you had it."
Jaune raised an eyebrow. An explosion then occurred behind him, catching Jaune off guard. He turned around, only to be caught in the claws of a Death Stalker, the Grimm carrying him away from Tyrian.
"THIS ISN'T OUR LAST MEETING, ARC! THE GODDESS WANTS YOU, AND I WILL DELIVER!" Jaune heard Tyrian's cackle as he was being slammed through buildings.
Fortunately for him, the Death Stalker didn't pinch his left arm. He looked to see the Grimm preparing to impale him with its stinger. Timing it right, he cut the stinger right off the tail, making the Grimm scream in pain. Unfortunately for the Death Stalker, it released its hold on Jaune. When he landed, he wasted no time in delivering a powerful slash that sent a wind blade rushing past the Grimm.
It was still and quiet for a bit... before it fell perfectly in half, now beginning to disappear.
Jaune sighed in relief. "Compared to Tyrian, Death Stalkers are nothing." Jaune then looked down at his sword.
'You are already one of us.'
"What the hell was that lunatic talking about?" Jaune shook his head, clearing it of the unnecessary thought. He then turned his sword back into a sheath before running back to where he left Lyra.
He was glad to see that she didn't have so much as a scratch. Looking around, he saw that there was at least one sturdy, undamaged house. Gently picking Lyra up, Jaune went over to the house, ready to get even a little rest after that brutal battle.
Lyra was always on the lighter side, and he actually got used to carrying her, so it was no trouble for the one-armed man. However, it was made infinitely easier when Lyra unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lyra was sleeping when her nose twitched. She opened her eyes to see Jaune's back, the man cooking something.
"You awake," he asked as he moved the frying pan over the Dust powered stove. He was lucky that the house he found still had some left over.
Lyra looked around before her eyes shot open. "TYRIAN!"
"He's gone."
Lyra looked at Jaune. "D-Did you-"
"No. He got away," Jaune said as he put the food he made onto two plates. Lyra realized that it was beans, vegetables, and what looked like ham. "Here, eat up," Jaune said as he handed her the plate. "It was all I could find around here."
Lyra looked down at the food... and giggled. "No pancakes, huh?"
"No."
"Not sure mom would have liked it here."
"So, she would not," Jaune said as he sat in the next to Lyra, beginning to eat.
Lyra took a bite. "It's good."
"Hm."
The two ate in silence for a while before Lyra stopped eating, a few bites left on her plate. "Why?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you... knock me out?"
Jaune stared at Lyra before he sighed. "You were too emotional. Tyrian would have killed you with how you were."
"So... I would have gotten in your way?"
". . ."
"I'm sorry. I'll... be better next time."
"There won't be a next time." She looked at Jaune. "I don't want you to fight him, or any of Salem's Inner Circle for that matter. If any of them show up, I want you to run."
"Hell no." Jaune looked at Lyra, who had a fire in her eyes. "You expect me to run away and leave you? Are you insane?"
"Lyra, they're too strong for you-"
"Now. They're too strong for me NOW. Once we get my mom's hammer fixed, I'll be fine."
"Lyra, you're mother's Magnhild is powerful, but it isn't enough."
"Then I'll just have to get stronger. Stronger than I already am. Stronger than even she was. And I'll get even better with my Semblance. Invisibility is really useful, you know. Even you lost track of me whenever I used it. And what's more dangerous than an incredibly strong, invisible girl with a grenade-launching hammer and twin sickle guns?"
"Lyra, my answer is the same. If we run into Tyrian, Hazel, or even Watts, or gods forbid, Cinder or any of the other Maidens; then I want you to use your Invisibility to run, not to fight."
"But-"
"That's final!" Jaune then began to eat again.
However, before he could take the next bite, he felt his face getting grabbed before his head was lifted up, now looking into Lyra's eyes again. "I'm not a little girl. I'm not some damsel in distress you need to protect or worry about. I'm Lyra Ren, daughter of the strongest woman Beacon as ever known, and a man who was basically a freaking ninja. I'm strong enough to take care of myself in a fight... and help you out." Lyra then smiled. "I'm your partner, after all."
Jaune stared at Lyra with wide eyes before he sighed. "I won't be able to convince you, will I?"
"Nope."
"There's nothing I can do?"
"Well, you could try to knock me out and leave me here, buuuuut… once I regained consciousness, I'd hunt you down, beat the crap out of you, then continue traveling with you until the very end."
Jaune sighed. "You definitely take after your mother, and not just in the looks department."
"Yup. Sorry, Jaune, but you're stuck with me," she said as she let go of his face sat back down. "Oh, and Jaune?"
"Hm?"
"Boop," she went as he poked his nose.
Jaune blinked before he smiled. "You really are like Nora."
Lyra gave a toothy smile before she went back to eating. "Oh, and I'll break your legs if you really do try to leave me behind."
"Yup. Just like Nora," he said before he went back to eating, not noticing Lyra glancing at him with a smile and light blush.
A/N: When I was writing this, I thought of it like a video game. So the next part is basically the trailer, what would have happened in the future if I continued to write this story. Enjoy.
[World's End, Girl's Rondo playing]
Jaune and Lyra left the village, both ready for the journey ahead.
"So, Jaune, what do you think we'll be up against?"
"Probably hellish battles, nightmarish monsters, and torturous encounters."
"Sounds like a normal day for us."
"Yup. But whatever we go up against, we'll be ready."
"Because we'll be together."
"Exactly. Whatever comes for us, we'll take it on," Jaune said... as the camera goes into his eye.
The scene goes to Jaune clashing swords with a still young Raven.
"There is no beating Salem! You can only join her or be crushed by her," she yells as she unleashes lightning strikes at Jaune, who is seen running and dodging them easily.
"I'm not going to do that, Raven! I'll keep fighting until I have nothing left to fight with!"
Scene changes to Jaune and Lyra, the girl holding her mother's hammer, standing before Watts, who is behind a computer terminal. "You are a true fool, Mr. Arc. What can one man and a little girl do against us?"
"We can bash your head in for one," Lyra said, the scene changing to her fighting various Beowolf's and Ursa, with the scene transitioning to Watts swiping away at scrolls, the man looking annoyed as his eyes turn Grimm.
Scene changes to a boot stepping in front of the partners while in the rain. "I don't wish to fight you, Arc," Hazel said, taking out a Dust Crystal.
"I honestly don't want to fight you either, Hazel," Jaune said.
"But we will if you stand in our way," Lyra says as she aims Storm Flower.
The scene changes to the gameplay of Hazel landing hits on Jaune. "You've been resisting The Gift all this time? You have a stronger will than I," he says as a lightning punch sends Jaune flying, but he recovers and lands on his feet. Next scene is of Lyra smashing her hammer over Hazel's head.
"We lost so much thirty years ago. Why are you still fighting," an aged Sun asks Jaune as he helps the two fight off Grimm.
"Because I'd rather die fighting than roll over."
"Ozpin would be proud of you," a gray haired Glinda says as she sips her tea.
"Why do you continue to suffer," Salem asks. "Don't you see? If you just surrender to me, this can all be over. If you pledge your loyalty to me once and for all, you can finally have peace."
"I will never surrender. Not to you. I will never belong to you."
Salem giggled. "Oh, Jaune... you already do."
The trailer ends... with a shot of a panting, angered Jaune's irises turning red, his left sclera slowly turning black.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it... because I don't plan on continuing this. It was a heat of the moment thing. However...
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