Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Mortal Kombat (or another franchise which I will put a disclaimer for at the bottom of this chapter) otherwise this would be canon. I only own the characters that I have created.

A/N: please read and review as it helps me improve as a writer.

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-Remnant, Forever Fall Forest outside of Vale-


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The forests outside of Vale were as varied as they were extensive. Areas like the forest of Forever Fall went on for seemingly countless miles. When viewed from the air both were incredibly scenic and perhaps one of the most beautiful things any eyes could observe. Forever Fall much like its name suggested had numerous trees which had leaves that were always a shade of red. It was an area that many considered to be truly beautiful. At least at first glance.

While from above it may appear as though Forever Fall was beautiful, inside the forest it was anything but. The Creatures of Grimm prowled the forests looking for any possible prey. They were so numerous that going into areas of the forest that weren't properly secured one risked running into the Grimm. However in spite of – or perhaps because of said monsters – the forests of Forever fall were the perfect hiding spot for various, less than legal organizations. Ordinarily most criminals with any sense would avoid areas that were crawling with Grimm like the plague unless they were suicidal or they had an army behind them.

In the case of the White Fang however they did have an army. Granted it wasn't nearly large enough to take any of the Kingdoms but it had more than enough men to do damage through hit-and-run raids. It was something that the White Fang had become very fond of doing as they had increased attacks on SDC Dust convoys to and from Vale for the last few months.

In spite of the dangers that lurked beneath the branches of the forest however, there was still a deceptive calmness throughout the area at almost all times. Today however all that changed as the sounds of gunfire sent the local wildlife scurrying for someplace safer.

Underneath the many trees that covered Forever Fall there was a modestly sized White Fang encampment inside what was once a small walled community that had fallen to the Grimm some years back. For months they had used it as a base to launch hit-and-run attacks on whatever targets their superiors wanted raided.

Now however the situation had become completely reversed. They were the ones now under attack.

When they had first lost contact with one of their outlying patrols, the White Fang had operated under the assumption that there was a simple problem with their communications equipment. After all they had on multiple occasions been forced to use equipment that was more or less jury-rigged with whatever was scrounged up. Therefore it wasn't much of a surprise when they temporarily lost contact with some of their patrols every now and then. Because of this, none of them were expecting a full on assault against their outpost by what were clearly highly professional soldiers.

They obviously weren't from Atlas as they weren't wearing any of the uniforms or weapons that were associated with that particular kingdom. Instead most wore olive drab fatigues, while others wore crimson red outfits but almost all of them wore sinister looking gasmasks or balaclavas. They were also carrying with them a variety of different weapons. Some carried pistols or submachine guns, while others used rifles, shotguns, rocket launchers and even incendiary weapons.

On one of the walls of the makeshift outpost was a young White Fang lieutenant by the name of Turk Onyx. Turk was a dog Faunus that had been with the White Fang ever since Sienna Khan took the reins of the organization from the Belladonnas. Like many of his brothers and sisters in the White Fang, he had joined to get back at the humans who had treated them like yesterday's trash. All things considered, it was a pretty damn satisfying job, especially when he got assigned to the Vale division under Adam Taurus.

Turk took aim at one of the humans with his rifle and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet downrange and striking one of the soldiers who was hiding behind one of the trees in the head, sending him to the ground where he remained motionless. Unfortunately Turk wasn't able to get another shot off at the attackers because one of them aimed a four barreled rocket launcher straight at him and before he could even aim his rifle at him, the enemy soldier fired off a shot.

Turk's eyes widened and he immediately jumped back in an attempt to avoid the rocket that was heading straight towards him. Unfortunately he only managed to take one or two steps in the opposite direction before the rocket impacted the wall's wooden surface. There was a loud boom and then the world was upside down, before becoming right-side up again as he was flung through the air.

Time seemed to slow down as he was brought back down to earth. When he hit the ground the air was quite cleanly knocked out of him with his ears ringing, but that was the least of his worries. With the way he had landed, Turk had both of his legs broken like a pair of twigs and his left shoulder was bent in an unnatural angle, along with the arm it was attached to. Despite this he felt no real pain, but he assumed that was because his adrenaline was still running and eventually the pain would set in.

He could see his White Fang brothers and sisters fighting back against the human attackers on the walls but they were losing ground, quickly. Then there was a loud explosion, and the ringing noises came back with a vengeance. Part of the wall had been blown open with explosives and over the ringing of bells, Turk could hear a strange noise coming from above him. It sounded like blades being swung through the air at high speeds.

The White Fang terrorist looked up and saw a trio of strange looking aircraft. They certainly weren't anything in use by Atlas or any of the other kingdoms that was for certain. Instead of a Bullhead, Manta or one of the newer Makos it was something else. They were roughly the same size as a Manta but instead of having tilt engines attached to the machine there was what looked like blades spinning rapidly, keeping the machines in the air. He wasn't able to wonder what these things were as the chin mounted machine guns on the vehicles opened up on every Faunus that was in sight.

Turk's brothers and sisters in arms were quite literally being chewed to pieces by heavy machinegun fire. Blood, bone and pieces of internal organs flew everywhere as the White Fang were gunned down without any mercy. Eventually though the weapon's fire finally stopped and Turk looked up to see what was going on but noticed that on the sides of each of the craft, two hatches were opened and Turk could make out strange, blue armored figures, each of which had a pair of strange bulky looking blades mounted on each forearm that were in the shape of a claw. Turk couldn't see any of their faces, as they were concealed by insect-like gasmasks.

Then much to Turk's surprise they jumped out of their transports and onto the roofs of the buildings closest to them. Once they touched down they then started jumping again, only this time they were hopping from roof to roof or wall to wall before pouncing on any retreating White Fang they spotted and would either restrain them or just hack them to pieces with their claws.

Their leader however was different. He was clad in crimson armor and unlike his comrades, wasn't wearing a gasmask. Instead he had relatively short hair that left one of his eyes completely covered. Not only that, but he was firing grenades from some kind of device attached to his right wrist. The most disturbing part though, was the laughter. He was cackling like a psychopath as he hopped from one wall to the next slicing the White Fang to pieces or blowing them up with his ranged weapon. It was the laughter of a monster that enjoyed every massacre it took part in.

Then there were a series of ropes that were deployed from the hatches and three men of wildly differing appearances slid down the ropes. One of the men that slid down had a large silver pistol and a pair of curved daggers. His outfit consisted of black military looking fatigues that had a vest that held a variety of equipment on it. The strangest part about him though was that he had short greying hair, signifying his age and yet he still appeared as though he was still in his mid to late twenties.

Another wore an extravagant white trench coat that had strange mistralian designs sewn into it and feathers coming out of the collar of said jacket. Not only that but his blond hair was gelled up into an over-the-top fashion and had a pair of round purple sunglasses. The most notable thing however that was that even from the distance he was, he could see that the man's right leg had been replaced with a prosthetic, similar to the ones he had heard about in Atlas.

The last one was also wearing a trench coat but instead of the flashy over the top outfit that the last one wore, his had a rather plain light brown color. In comparison to the gaudy looking guy, his was much more subdued to say the least. He had grey hair like his other compatriot only it was slicked back with a few locks hanging in front. His eyes were hidden by a pair of round sunglasses that were similar to the guy in the more over-the-top outfit but rather than having purple lenses they were simply black.

It was pretty obvious to Turk that whoever those humans were, they were probably in charge of this massacre. The dog Faunus looked around for anything he could at least try to use as a weapon against these attackers. He may end up dying in the process but he wanted to at the very least have the chance at taking out at least one of the bastards that were killing his brothers and sisters in arms.

He soon spotted another member of the White Fang that was nearby, or what was left of him. The poor bastard had been blown in half by one of the rocket strikes that those monsters must have sent their way during the attack. However he still had his sidearm in his dead hands.

Turk began to crawl towards it but the adrenaline that had flooded through his body earlier was now starting to wear off and the pain was starting to set in. Every time he crawled his way closer, it felt like a hundred red hot knives were being shoved deeper and deeper into his legs and left shoulder. It was pure, unending agony. However in spite of his pain he managed to keep himself from crying out in response. Instead he bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he continued to close the distance between himself and the weapon that would give him a chance to end the ones who had slaughtered so many of his people.

When the pistol was just out of his reach Turk suddenly felt something impact his back. The metaphorical red hot knives that had been buried into his legs and lower back turned into a pain that was far worse. It was a pain that simply couldn't be described in mere words.

Then he heard that laugh, that same sinister, mocking laugh that came from the red armored monster that had been butchering his comrades. He felt a hand grab the back of his head and yank him back slightly and the monster leaned forwards and whispered into his ear.

"Looking for a hero's death?" it asked rhetorically with a mocking chuckle before picking up the pistol that was just out of Turk's reach and dangling it right in front of him tauntingly for a moment or two before tossing it several feet away. Turk pitifully reached for the weapon despite the obvious futility of the action.

"Sorry to disappoint you," the monster declared as he began to grind his knee into Turk's injured back again, eliciting another scream from the Faunus.

Turk wasn't sure when but eventually the madman grew bored with this form of torment and stopped just as soon as one of the men from that strange vehicle walked up to him. It was the one with the grey hair despite the relatively youthful looks. He was looking down at Turk almost contemptuously before he addressed his subordinate "What do we have Garrett?" he asked, his tone curt and to the point.

"A possible prisoner but given his injuries I don't think he'll make it very far without treatment."

The one wearing the black military fatigues looked at Turk contemptuously "Considering we've already captured the leaders of this particular cell, keeping this one alive is little more than a waste of resources." He then turned to look at something that Turk couldn't see "What do you think, Reptile?"

It was then that the air next to the one who was leading the slaughter of his brothers and sisters in arms began to shimmer for a few milliseconds before it coalesced into a humanoid form. The instant that Turk got a look at the now visible form of this 'Reptile' he knew that he had to be looking at some kind of lizard Faunus. What else could this individual possibly be?

"W-why?" Turk managed to gasp out at Reptile who looked down at him with nothing but undisguised disgust and contempt in his eyes but Reptile didn't respond and instead spoke to the leader of the group "Can I finish him?" he asked in a raspy-guttural voice.

The leader of the group gave a shrug and gestured for Garrett to get off of the injured Faunus before giving Reptile some room. Turk was about to demand why one of their own was helping a group of humans when Reptile spat in his face. It only took less than a second for him to realize that it wasn't saliva that had just impacted him. Especially when he felt his face and neck burning horrifically as his skin and eyes began to dissolve.

For several long excruciating seconds Turk couldn't stop screaming until his tongue melted away leaving just a mess of bloody heaving and horrific moans. Less than a second after that, he had completely lost his ability to see anything but then felt a pair of clawed hands grab him by the sides of his head and then pull upwards before feeling nothing at all.

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The group watched as Reptile ripped off the head of the wounded White Fang trooper and crushed it between his claws. This sent bits of bone, brain, blood and various other liquids to start seeping from between his claws and dribbling onto the ground.

"Was executing him like that really necessary?" asked the leader of Wild Hunt, known to many on Earthrealm simply as "Wild Dog." No one knew anything about him, not his real name, his place of birth, nothing. All anyone knew was that he was a famed mercenary who worked with various less than reputable organizations over the course of his infamous career. The only time he had ever failed in any of the jobs he was hired on was when a certain organization operating under the auspices of the UN became involved in his activities.

Garrett meanwhile was looking at the scene with amusement and maybe even a bit of admiration for the brutality of the act. Randy "The Ripper" Garrett was a former member of armed forces of the now overthrown Mediterranean dictatorship known as the Zagorias Federation. More specifically, he was the leader of Governor General Giorgio Zott's personal assassination squad that he used to hunt down any potential dissidents that might pose a threat to his rule. During the events on Astigos Island where Zott attempted to use the island as a staging area to launch attacks at other Mediterranean nations however, he found himself out of a job when Zott was killed and the invasion army defeated. Not to mention that he was severely injured to the point of near death at the hands of two agents of the same UN organization that Wild Dog fought against for so long.

Reptile meanwhile gave no response to the query, not that the man had expected one. Tanner meanwhile looked right over at Wild Dog "He's from Outworld, they do this kind of thing all the time. You'll get used to it eventually."

Tanner then arched an eyebrow over at Wild Dog's extravagantly dressed apprentice who was currently looking green in the face and said "Is he going to be okay?"

"While Wild Fox is just as much a hardened killer as I am, he's probably not used to seeing such a…colorful way to kill someone."

At that Wild Fox seemingly managed to push down some of his nausea for a moment and looked at his mentor/boss as well as their current employer with an annoyed glance "For the thousandth time, it's Wild Fang. Not Fox, FANG!" he declared irritably.

Garrett let out a faintly amused chuckle while Tanner just massaged his temples in annoyance with the thumb and index finger of his right hand "And for the thousandth time you're going to have to get used to that new nickname while we're in this Realm because Wild Fang sounds too much like White Fang over the radio. I can't have the men getting confused and risk screwing up a mission."

The only response that Tanner received in response was the sound of teeth being ground together in annoyance. It was a sound that made Garrett start chuckling more loudly and obviously.

Now that that little matter had been dealt with they had some prisoners to deliver to D'Vorah for interrogation. Of course when that happened, they would probably be wishing that they had been butchered in the initial battle.

As for Tanner he pulled out a small recording device and smiled. Now was the time for some psychological warfare. After that he'd probably head to Vale, take in the sights and visit a certain information broker in Vale with Erron Black.

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-Remnant, Wildlands outside of Vale-


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It had been a little over the week since Mileena's failed attempt to regain her throne and things had not been going well for her since. She had lost several dozen Tarkatans and even more of her new allies during the attempt and had absolutely nothing to show in return for it. For the last several days she had been stewing in a rage over the failed attack. Everyone in her camp knew that in times such as this, it was best to simply leave her alone to vent out her frustrations.

Only a handful had ever managed to calm her in such a way that didn't involve being repeatedly stabbed by her Sais and eventually becoming her next meal. However even now those that were able to do so were keeping their distance from her. For years now she had been fighting against the usurper to regain her rightful throne and last week was perhaps the closest she had ever come to regaining her birthright. At least right before it was snatched away from her yet again!

At the current moment she was pacing back and forth muttering angrily to herself about the failed plan and those that failed her once again. They had all assured her that they would be able to carry out her plan and restore her to the throne. Instead those idiots all failed her, again.

Mileena was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of the tent's flaps being opened and a Tarkatan warrior walked inside "My Kahnum, there is a…visitor to see you."

Immediately Mileena grabbed the Tarkatan by the throat and shoved him against one of the support pillars to her tent "Did I not tell you that I wished to be alone you fool?! Did I not tell you what would happen if you disobeyed your Empress' commands?!" she shouted.

The Tarkatan did not struggle for he was not fool enough to do so and instead managed out "But my Kahnum, They, are here."

Immediately Mileena let go of the warrior, allowing him to start taking in vast gulps of much needed air. However she didn't give him any real time to recover. "Take me to them. Now!" The Tarkatan gave a quick, respectful bow before leading the deposed empress outside of the tent.

Waiting right outside Mileena's tent was her last remaining Edenian ally, Tanya. She was leaning up against a nearby tree with a somewhat concerned expression on her face. When Mileena spotted her she gestured for the Edenian woman to follow her. If Mileena was going into the Netherrealm then she was going to bring others down with her and it was clear by Tanya's facial expression that she knew this as well.

With no small amount of reluctance, Tanya pushed off from the tree she was leaning against and followed her (sort of) master and their guide into the woods.

After walking a relatively short distance the trio came to a stop in a relatively small clearing. They weren't alone however as four of their new benefactor's servants had appeared to meet them. One was a well-built young man with grey eyes and grey hair that was partially slicked back while unkempt at the front with several bangs coming over his face, but not enough to obstruct his vision. Another was a dark skinned girl with red eyes. She had her light green hair in a bobcut but there were a pair of long locks that went down past her waist. She was slightly shorter than the others and had a pair of what appeared to be pistols strapped to holsters behind her back.

The next member of the group came close to six feet tall or was perhaps slightly taller, and was clad head to toe in black combat armor that looked remarkably similar to what Atlas' own military issued its soldiers. Unlike the Atlas soldiers however, this man's face was completely concealed by a blank, featureless helmet that only had a single red colored slash running diagonally across it. Two automatic pistols were placed inside of holsters on each side of his hip and a greatsword was strapped onto his back. Despite the featurelessness of the mask the man wore, everyone could feel the menace radiating from him like heat from an inferno.

Finally at the head of the group was a woman who was either in her late teens or early twenties. She was what many would consider to be incredibly beautiful. What with her long black hair and golden eyes, curvaceous figure and blood red dress that exposed her long legs and perfectly shaped hips. However her beauty was marred by the particularly enraged scowl that had been sent to the deposed empress of Outworld ever since she came into view.

"Mileena," said the young woman with a tone that showed her displeasure just as much as her facial expression had, especially when she refused to refer to Mileena by her rightful title of 'Empress' or 'Kahnum.'

"I find myself at quite a loss, when you agreed to aid the Queen in her plans here on Remnant in exchange for aid in reclaiming your throne, you swore that you would obey every order she gave? Was this a lie?" she asked.

Mileena began to ground her shark-like teeth together behind her makeshift veil "With Outworld's armies at the Queen's back we could crush this backwater Realm in-" she started but was unable to finish when all of the sudden, the armored warrior that was standing alongside Cinder was suddenly right in front of her and lifted her up by her throat.

"She asked you if you were lying, not what your motivations were for doing something so incredibly stupid!" he declared increasing the pressure around Mileena's neck for several seconds making her start gasping for air. Tanya looked like she was about to go for her bladed tonfas but stopped when she saw the green haired girl aiming her own weapons directly at her as well as the grey haired male smirk and lift one of his legs.

Suddenly there was the sound of fingers snapping. Immediately armored figure roughly let go of Mileena's throat causing her to fall flat on her backside. Cinder looked directly at the armored warrior "Schwarze, do not speak for me and besides, if you choke her out she won't exactly be able to answer any of my questions."

The black knight known as Schwarze backed off from the deposed Kahnum and made his way back to his mistress. When he stood next to Cinder once more the young woman asked again "Now, tell me: did you lie to us?"

Mileena stood up on shaky legs and did her best not to snarl at the young upstart's impudence "No," she said finally. In response Cinder cocked a brow before narrowing her eyes into dangerous slits "Then please explain then, why you went against orders for you to stay under the radar and not bring attention to yourself?"

Resisting the urge to snarl at the gall the girl was showing to the one who was infinitely her better, Mileena responded "If I retook the throne of Outworld, your master would have its armies at its back, and would make the conquest of this backwater realm little more than child's play."

Cinder resisted the urge to start grinding her teeth together in frustration, as well as the nearly all encompassing desire to use her powers to burn Mileena to ashes. "There is a reason for subtlety at this stage in our plans Mileena, and you may very well have mauled them with your impatience!"

Mileena seemed confused by that "What do you mean? The usurper and his forces have no idea where this realm is located and any Tarkatan prisoners would never have betrayed our location to our enemies."

"Well I would say that someone did talk because just a few hours earlier three White Fang outposts in Forever Fall were attacked and destroyed by an unknown group that were most definitely weren't Grimm, Huntsmen or Atlesian soldiers. Now I only have one more question to ask of you. Who was the idiot who gave you this idea? When we first met, I could tell that while you were anxious to get back your throne, you were also hesitant to act openly until now. So what changed?"

Mileena was hesitant to reveal that thanks to certain members of her inner circle's prodding she decided to hire Kano for his services. Both in stealing the amulet and part of her assassination attempt on Kotal Kahn. However she wasn't about to reveal her trump card to her 'allies,' at this point in time.

Tanya noticed her mistress' apprehension towards answering and finally broke her silence in the conversation "It was Rain who suggested that we make the attempt on the usurper's life. He was the one that argued that it would be in everyone's best interests."

While that was partially true, it was also Tanya who was the one who ultimately swayed Mileena to make the attempt. Given that Rain was already dead, the blame could easily be placed on him instead of herself. The look on Cinder's face said that she didn't buy that excuse even before she confirmed it verbally "And now Rain is dead. How convenient for us all."

Cinder then directed her attention back to Mileena "If it were up to me I would simply have you and all of your followers exterminated right here and now for a failure of this magnitude, but the Queen has ordered that you be given one final chance. From here on out you will do absolutely nothing without first being ordered to do so, and we've already informed our allies in the White Fang to ignore any orders that come from you and if they claim that you have been given permission to order them around they will check with Adam first, and he in turn will check with me."

Mileena glared at Cinder, anger evident in her eyes but Cinder wasn't finished "And if you do try anything on your own, know that every single Grimm within a thousand miles will all come crashing down on your little hideaway and slaughter every single one of you. Every. Single. One. Have I made myself as clear as I can possibly be?!" She ended with a snarl.

The deposed Empress of Outworld was clearly furious and for a moment or two looked as though she was going to pull her sais out of their sheaths and charge the upstart for speaking down to her like that. She was the rightful Kahnum of Outworld! Fortunately for her own wellbeing though she managed to restrain herself and instead simply nodded.

"Splendid, then this conversation is over," said Cinder as she and her inner circle began to go back into the darkness of the woods that surrounded them.

By the time they vanished, Mileena let out an enraged snarl and looked like she wanted to tear something apart with her bare hands but barely managed to keep herself in check.

When she and her Tarkatan supporters had fled to this gods forsaken backwater after the disastrous battle of the Golden Desert, where she had lost more than half of her entire army it hadn't even been so much as a day before they were surrounded by strange black creatures. At first it appeared as though they were going to attack but then one of them, an orb with tentacles dangling from it approached them and through it a woman's voice spoke to them and after some dialogue, made them an offer that was too good to resist.

Join with the Queen and help her fulfill her desires and she would help Mileena reclaim her rightful throne. The consequences of refusing this generous offer were obvious and given that their army was at less than half-strength and they were unable to open another portal for some time they would be unable to last very long against so many foes. In that situation, the benefits far outweighed any potential drawbacks.

Or at least that was what Mileena had thought at the time. Every day she spent in this backwater of a Realm it was looking more and more like she was becoming less a leader and more of a pawn and she hated it.

But for now she had little choice, she and her loyal followers had nowhere else to go. After all who would dare to take in an army of Tarkatan savages and the deposed Empress of Outworld? However when she regained her throne she would take vengeance on the fools who dared to order her around like some servant!

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-Earthrealm, unknown location-


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In one of the many mountain ranges of Earthrealm there was a mountain where it snowed almost all-year round. Near the summit of the mountain was a moderately sized temple. It was of Far East Asian architecture and held a kind of timeless feel to it. In the center of the temple was an outdoor arena built from stone. While it was well maintained, it still didn't seem like there had been any inhabitants for a very long time.

In the center of the arena were a pair of warriors. One was garbed in traditional uniform of the Lin Kuei clan of assassins. The only difference however was that he wore no hood with his breath-mask. His black hair was tied up into an ornate ponytail even as his eyes all but glowed a blue that was all but completely white.

The other was garbed in a more modern version of the Shirai-Ryu clan's outfit. On his head was a bandanna with the symbol of a spider and his lower face was concealed by a mask that was reminiscent of a skull. Attached to his right arm gauntlet was a futuristic looking whip that was connected a mechanism mounted on his back.

The two warriors began to circle one another, each gauging their opponent before the Lin Kuei spoke "Shirai-Ryu Dog!" he all but spat in disgust as ice began to form up his forearms. His opponent looked at him with barely concealed mockery "Lin-Kuei trash!"

It was then that the Lin Kuei warrior grew a small smile on his face behind his mask "The loser buys drinks." And while he wasn't completely sure of the expression behind his opponent's mask, he was reasonably sure that the Shirai-Ryu was grinning. The two quickly advanced on each other and began to exchange blows as quickly and efficiently as they could, moving faster than the eye could track. When each threw a punch or a kick, the other managed to either block, deflect or outright dodge it.

Eventually both jumped back away from one another in order to gain some distance. The two warriors began circling one another, all the while looking for any crack in their opponent's defenses, something that they could use to their advantage when they next struck. It seemed as though each had found it, when the Shirai-Ryu drew his futuristic looking whip, while a Ji (a spear that was used in ancient china, similar to a halberd) made out of pure ice appeared in his hands.

This time the two ninjas struck at one another almost unmercifully as the two warriors struggled to draw first blood. The Lin Kuei's Ji struck out at the Shirai-Ryu but the latter managed to wrap his whip around the Ji and wrest it from his hands, sending it to the ground where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

The Lin Kuei warrior fell back to a safer distance and used his Cryomancy to bring forth another Ji into his hands even as the Shirai-Ryu retracted his whip in preparation for another strike. Before either could make another attack, a computerized voice filled the arena "Simulation ended."

Soon the mountaintop battlefield began to dissipate like a morning mist and the two warriors were standing in a large, grey room.

The Shirai-Ryu turned to look at the unseen audience, annoyance showing in spite of his mask "Hey! Why'd you stop the sim? We were just about to get to the good part!"

The reply to the two warriors was a mix of snark and partial exasperation "Let's try and keep two of our own from ending up in the field hospital with broken bones this week please." The Shirai-Ryu and the Lin Kuei turned to look at each other.

Oh come on, that happened only once. They weren't going to go that far again…maybe…hopefully…probably.

"Besides the boys upstairs have something for us. Something big."

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To be continued.

A/N: So yeah I don't own Wild Dog, Wild Fang/Wild Fox or Randy Garret as they are all characters from a video game/arcade series called Time Crisis. I know that they kind of come in out of nowhere but there is a good reason for why I put them in. I needed Tanner to have minions that could go around and could possibly be inconspicuous because people from Outworld stand out quite a bit. So I decided to take a page form Netherrealm studios and put in a guest character of sorts that would fit into both settings as Wild Dog not only has a minigun for an arm but it can also transform into other weapons, which makes him work for both settings. Plus he usually ends up playing second in command to the true final boss in the Time Crisis games.

Also I hope you don't mind the lack of RWBY and JNPR in this chapter but don't worry RWBY is going to be appearing next chapter.