Just as soon as the body hit the ground, Yang kicked it towards the crowd in front of her. The members of the White Fang recoiled as the body of their captain came hurling towards them. Once the body started to drop to the ground, Yang jumped over it. She had used the corpse as make shift cover to hide her movement.

Landing, she immediately rushed forward. As she passed the first two, Yang reached out with both hands and grabbed the knives on their belts. Pulling them out, she ran a bit more ahead to get behind the two. Once this was accomplished, the blonde pulled her arms up a little bit and stabbed backwards. The two knives plunged into the lumbars of her opponents. Yang dug her boots in the ground and skidded several feet before coming to a stop. Dragging her two first victims with her.

The White Fang had finally come out of their stupor. The ones closest to Yang raised up their guns and leveled them at her. Just as they started pulling their triggers, she began to twirl around. The two men she had dragged with her were now being used as meat shields. Her attack was never intended to kill the two. It was only meant to paralyze them from the waist down. Preventing them attempting to escape her, but also to keep them alive so she could use their auras as well as their bodies as shields.

The sounds of booming gunfire echoed. Bullets rained, but never found their intended mark. At first, the bullets collapsed against the auras of the meat shields, but after a few seconds, their auras were depleted and the bullets began to tear their bodies apart. The two men didn't even have time to scream. The gunfire had killed them instantly.

A moment later, the gunfire ceased. They had emptied their magazines. However, to their horror, they only managed to kill their comrades. One of them had brain matter and blood oozing down what was left of his head and also had his chest cavity exposed. The other was missing a leg and an arm. His abdomen was also blown wide open. The Faunus' intestines were sliding out. Well, what was left of them.

Yang dropped the dead bodies and jumped to the nearest Faunus. She threw a powerful straight into his face as he was reloading his weapon. The attack connected and the force made his head do a complete three sixty. She immediately grabbed the gun and threw it at the White Fang grunt that had managed to finally reload his weapon. The gun hit him in the face, causing him to unintentionally pull the trigger. His right arm swaying to his right from the uncontrolled recoil of his rifle. His companion was riddled with a torrent of bullets. He fell to the ground with a thud.

Sensing danger, Yang stepped out of the way of a short sword while simultaneously slamming an open palm onto her attacker's back. Forcing him to stumble forward with his arms still extended.

The grunt that had a gun thrown at him finally recovered, but as soon as he was able to look up to find Yang, he felt a sharp, burning pain in his gut. It took him a moment to realize that there was someone in front of him. He looked down to see a sword run through his liver. He looked back up to find a man's horrified face. A man that he called friend and brother. He weakly grabbed his arm. Once the last drop of his life had dripped out, he crumbled to the ground. His eyes becoming dull as death finally took him.

His hands were shaking. His throat dry. A lump formed at the bottom of his neck. He couldn't believe what had happened. What he had done? No! What this demon had done. With anger filling his heart, he pulled out his sword from his dead friend. He turned to see that this demon had killed five more of his friends. He charged at her with his short sword over his head. Determined to avenge his friends.

When he neared her, she whipped around and conjured a sword made of pure, golden fire. He brought down his sword onto her, but she countered with horizontal slash. His eyes went wide with fear as he watched his sword split in half. A metal clang rang out as the top half of his weapon fell to the ground. The grunt quickly regained his composure. His anger overriding his fear. He dashed forward. Swinging what was left his weapon horizontally. She responded with a quick side step and swung vertically.

He screamed in agony as his right hand flew away from him. His scream was cut short when he felt something hot pierce his diaphragm.

Yang pushed her fire sword further into her enemy by pulling him towards her by the shoulder. She moved her head next to his ear. "This is the fear, anger and pain I had felt. That you bastards made me feel. Remember it as you die and go to hell."

This voice he heard, even though somewhat muffled from the mask, was perhaps the most angry and cold thing he had ever heard. But, yet, there was a hint of pain in it. Once she pushed him off of her conjured weapon, he felt his back slam onto the ground. He tried desperately to take a gulp of air, but with his diaphragm essentially destroyed, that was impossible. So, as he laid there gazing at the night sky, his vision began to blur. His eyes started to roll back. The last thing he heard before he passed out and eventually died, was the sound of his comrades dying. He did just as she said. He took that fear, anger, and pain with him as he died.

After leaving that grunt to suffocate to death, she was attacked by several more White Fang soldiers. She evaded all of their attacks with ease. Even managing to fool two of them into killing each other by moving out of the way at the very last moment. Her flame weapon roared and crackled as she swung out. Killing the rest.

Looking over to her left, she saw much of what was left of the inhabitants of the camp. She watched as they clumped up together and started to flee from the fight. Yang held out her hand in front of her, with her palm facing towards the group. A swirling mass of fire began to gather. She then manipulated the fire to form a sphere. Yang pulled back her left arm and let it loose. However, she immediately forced arm to stop in mid-throw, just before the ball of fire was released. The former Beacon student remembered what her mother had said.

Her mother wanted Yang to try to make sure that she didn't destroy the supplies of this camp. Yang had promised she would try. Now, if she had let her attack loose like she intended, then there would have been a sizable explosion. The camp would have caught on fire soon afterward and the supplies would be destroyed.

The blonde hesitated. She was so use to resorting to this for range. However, it was too explosive to be any good here. Now, it was true. She could run and catch up with the group, but there was the chance that a few would get away. She didn't like this.

Red eyes widened beneath the mask as Yang sensed danger. She turned to meet it, but was a moment too late. A large, club-like weapon slammed into her stomach. Forcing all of the air out of her at once. So caught off guard from being far too caught up in her own thoughts, she couldn't raise her aura completely to block the blow. Her body rolled away a few feet before she stopped herself. Yang was now holding her aching stomach as she was on one knee.

She hissed in pain. Yang noticed the group of White Fang soldiers that were retreating, were no longer doing so. After they had witnessed her actually receiving a blow that hurt her, they became emboldened. With their morale restored, they did an about-face and ran towards her.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, fucking stupid!" Yang mentally berated herself. She couldn't believe the rookie mistake she had made. It annoyed her to no end. "No. Can't loose my cool. Have to adapt." The blonde rolled out of the way of the man who hit her before. No. This time, she wouldn't let them get another free shot on her.

Standing up, her red eyes shifted to the grunts that were running towards her. Her face behind the mask formed a tight lipped frown. "This might actually work to my advantage. Now, I can kill all of them for sure. There is no escape for them now."

Conjuring up her fire sword, she winced from the pain of her injury. Thankfully, she could use this to her advantage. They didn't know that she had a healing factor. They think she's actually truly injured and vulnerable. All she had to do was play the part of an injured person for a bit longer. They also didn't know that her semblance had activated.

Yang stumbled back, acting like she was completely cornered. Once they got close enough, she ceased her facade and jumped at her opponents. Swinging in a wide arc, she lopped off several heads. The stench of burned, cooked skin permeated in the immediate area. A small shock wave came out. Knocking the remaining members of the camp on their backs. She had her semblance to thank for the added bit of force.

Yang quickly jumped on the nearest one to her. While in the air, she turned the blade of her conjured weapon down. As soon as she landed, Yang gave a mighty thrust downward into her enemy's chest. Ramming her sword through his heart. She instantly pulled her weapon out and jumped to her right. Twirling in the air a few times, she extended her right leg and brought down the heel of her boot right on top of another grunt's face. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head was reduced to red mush.

The few that were still alive had finally managed to get up to their feet. They looked on in horror when they saw that most their group had been killed off already.

"F-fuck. We shouldn't have come back!" A grunt yelled in fear. He turned and began to run as fast as he could. His brother's most definitely agreed with his decision as they too decided to run. Even the White Fang soldier that had actually struck this monster that was attacking them decided to run for his life.

However, it was too late. Yang was upon them almost instantly. She swung down on one of them. Splitting him in two from the head down to his genitalia. Both halves of his body fell over. No blood or organs came out as the inside of the two halves had been cauterized.

Yang ducked to avoid an attack. She put her hands on the ground to hold herself up as she tucked her knees to her chest. The blonde tilted her body at an angle and then threw out both of her legs. The soles of her boots slammed underneath the chin of her attacker. The force of her attack ripped his head off of his shoulders. His bodied crumbled to the ground as his head went flying a few feet before landing with a thud. Rolling a few inches before coming to a stop.

Flipping on to her feet, Yang spied the last White Fang member of the camp running. She really wanted to use her fireball right now. After a few moments of trying to figure out how best to kill her target, an image of Pyrrha flashed before her eyes.

"Ah! Of course! Thanks Pyrrha!" Yang mentally cheered.

Dismissing her sword, she held out her right hand. Closing her eyes, she concentrated hard. At first, a ball of fire formed. It then began to stretch. Yang gritted her teeth as she tried desperately to will the flames into the desired shape. Sweat began to form under her mask. "This is so much fucking harder to do than I thought!"

After a few moments, Yang snapped her eyes opened. She was done. The ex-Beacon student had finally done it. She had made a spear out of her flames that resembled Pyrrha's weapon. Looking in the direction of her target, she reeled her arm back and threw her fire spear with all of her might.

The man who had hit her was confident that he would be able to get away from her since she had not attacked him yet. However, in his celebration, he tripped on one of the corpses of his brothers. He landed face first on the ground. Panic began to bubble inside him. This might have been all that was needed for her to catch up to him.

He quickly stumbled onto his feet. But as he raised his head, he saw a flaming spear speeding right toward him. He froze. He knew that at the speed the spear was flying at, he would not be able to dodge it. He closed his eyes. Waiting for his eventual demise. However, he heard something strange. Opening his eyes, he watched as the spear fizzled out of existence. Becoming nothing more than a few harmless sparks.

The Faunus smiled and laughed. He counted himself lucky that the demon's fire weapon fizzled out just a few feet in front of him. The man immediately turned and resumed running.

She couldn't believe what had just happened. She thought for sure that would kill him. "Looks like I need some practice with that." She thought with an annoyed grunt. The shine of metal caught her eye. She looked down to see a rifle. Yang knew that she could chase him down and eventually track him, but that would take time. Time she didn't feel like spending. So, she picked up the gun and aimed it at her prey.

Yang pulled the trigger. However, she missed. The bullet landed harmlessly on the ground by his feet. Letting out a "tch", Yang once again took aim at her target. Except this time, she pulled the trigger several times. Unfortunately, she still missed. The blonde let out a loud frustrated growl. It was at a time like this that she wished she had her sister's skill with a rifle.

Yang calmed herself. Recognizing that getting angry and frustrated would only serve to hinder her. After taking a deep breath, she aimed down her sights. Once the opportunity presented it self, she pulled the trigger.

An anguished yell rang out. Yang had finally hit her target. The bullet had hit the back of the knee and came out the other side. Effectively blowing out his entire knee. She dropped the smuggled Atlasian rifle and began to make her way over leisurely. Once she made it to him, Yang walked in front of him.

The White Fang soldier looked up in panic. His whole body was shaking in fear. "P-please. Spare me! I don't wanna die! Please don't kill me!" He desperately cried.

Yang watched on as this man cried and pleaded with her. Crimson glowed from the eye slits of her mask. She felt nothing, but contempt for him.

"No." She replied coldly. The mask muffling her voice into something darker and lower in tone than it actually was. "There will be no mercy. For any of you."

Just before he could beg some more, Yang brought her sword up and came down on his neck like an executioner with their axe. With him dead, Yang had finally killed everyone in the camp. She stood up to her full height and surveyed the entire area. She really took her time to take in the site. Not just to make sure no one was alive, but really, to savor the moment. To savor what she had done.

The flaming weapon disappeared as she began walking into the interior of the camp. Yang took to sitting on a tree stump. Looking down at her hands, she noticed that they were shaking. She knew it wasn't fear. It was just her combat high. It would go away soon. However, there was something else she felt. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. After a few moments, Yang had finally put a word to what it was that she feeling. Catharsis.

It was as if the giant knot of emotions she kept bottled up inside was finally starting to come undone. She had to admit it. This experience had turned out to be somewhat therapeutic.

Unfortunately, Yang now had to do the part she didn't like. Waiting for her mother and the Tribe to come in. She hated waiting. Waiting meant her mind would begin to wonder. Once that happened, it was only a matter of time before her thoughts would drift to a certain Faunus. Her emotions on thinking about her partner were complicated. On one hand, she loves it when she thinks of Blake. She is filled with a gentle warmth in her stomach. Thoughts of her smile in particular and how the golds of her eyes shine radiantly filled her with joy. So much joy, that she was inspired to draw it.

However, these thoughts of Blake also brought pain. The pain of loosing her arm. The pain of being abandon yet again. The stinging burn of betrayal. She felt so much love for her partner, but equal amounts of bitterness as well. Despite these complicated feelings, Yang honestly hoped that Blake was safe and sound.

Yang snapped her head up. She felt a familiar presence drawing closer. Not just a single presence either. There were dozens of different aura signatures behind it. Yang surmised that this was her mother bringing the Tribe in tow.

From out of the shadows came Raven, the Branwen clan a few meters behind her. Thin columns of silvery moonlight coming from the canopy of the forest illuminated their pale white masks. Raven motioned with her head for her people to get started with stripping the camp of anything that was useful. As the Tribe went about their work, Raven made her way to her daughter. Surveying the scene with each step she took. She noted a bullet wound on the knee of one of the headless corpses. Also, noticing the holes in the ground near it as well.

The ravenette watched Yang stand to greet her. Stopping a few feet away from her daughter, she looked her up and down. Trying to find any sign of serious injury. She was glad that she didn't find any. Removing her the mask, Raven looked to Yang and smiled. "Congratulations on your first victory Yang. You did a good job. I'm proud of you."

Yang removed her mask as well. Hearing this kind of praise from her mother filled her with a sense of joy that she had not felt since her days with Summer. This kind of acknowledgment has been one she had been looking for for so long. Since she never really got it from Qrow or her father. They usually reserved that for her sister.

"Thanks." Yang replied back with a smile of her own.

"There is one thing though." Raven's face went back to it's normally neutral look. "I noticed you tried your hand at using a rifle. Any reason for that?"

Yang began to look sheepish as she started twisting the tip of her boot into the ground. " Well, I tried to do something new. I kinda figured out how shape my fire into a spear, but I couldn't maintain the form. It fizzled out in the air just a few feet before it hit him." Disappointment evident in her voice.

Raven raised a single, black brow at the sound of her daughter's slightly saddened tone. "There's no reason to be so disappointed Yang. Like with many things in life, practice makes perfect. I'm still impressed regardless. Though." She paused. Looking back at the dead White Fang soldier she passed by. "Your marksmanship with a rifle could stand to be improved upon greatly."

"You think I should train with one?"

"Yes. It's a good skill to have. However, since you don't really seem to have any talent for it, you will probably only be competent with one." Raven stated bluntly. "Regardless of that though, it still would be something that could be useful to learn."

Yang took in her mother's words. It was true. She definitely wasn't her sister. Ruby had insane talent with a rifle. She had to have great talent for it. If she didn't, then she wouldn't have been able to accurately shoot Crescent Rose at the speeds she moved at.

"After we are done here, we will go back to the camp for a good dinner and turn in for the night. "

Yang nodded. She wouldn't complain about that idea. She felt rather famished and it was starting to get really late. If she was going to continue her revenge, then she needed to make sure she ate and slept well.

As her mother began to turn away, she called out. "Wait. Mom."

Raven stopped in mid-turn. She looked over to her daughter. "Yes Yang?"

"Where is my next target?"

"I don't know." Raven simply stated.

Yang stood dumbfounded. "Wh-what? What do you mean you don't know?"

The Tribe leader sighed. "It's exactly as I said Yang. I don't know."

The blonde teen held a deep frowned. "Then how am I supposed to find the next camp or compound to attack?"

"That's up to you Yang. I said that the Tribe would help you as much as we could, but ultimately, this is your revenge. Your score to settle. If you want to find more targets, then look for them. Start doing some of your own reconnaissance." Raven rolled her eyes at the sight of her daughter puffing her cheeks out. Most definitely a trait she got from Summer. The black-haired Faunus reached out with a single hand and started pinching one of her daughter's cheeks. "Now don't give me that face."

"H-hey!" Yang yelled indignantly. Desperately trying to swat her mother's hand away.

Raven chuckled. She decided to stop tormenting Yang and let go of her cheek. The older woman turned and started towards the tribe. As she was walking towards her people, she yelled out to her daughter. "You were going to a school to learn how to hunt Yang. So." She paused and turned to her daughter. "Start hunting."

Yang watched as her mother went to supervise the various tasks of the tribe, She frowned as she began to wonder where she should start her search. The blonde casually looked around the camp until her eyes fell on the largest tent. Surmising that this was the camp leader's tent, Yang decided that this would be the best place to look for the whereabouts of any other camps or compounds around the area.

"Welp, let's see what kind of juicy things I can find in here." She said as she pounded her fist into the palm of her hand. Yang moved one of the flaps of the entrance and walked in.

"Hahaha. You know damn well that what you said was a lie. You could have at least given her a little hint." Osprey said.

"No. This is a skill she must learn. Besides, I won't always be able to help her." Raven countered.

Osprey hummed in agreeance. "Has she even done this before though? You sure it's okay for her to do this on her own without at least some kind of help?"

"Yang is a smart girl. She has at least some basic knowledge and training in information gathering. She will find new targets. Experience, is the best teacher of all anyway."

"Well, she's certainly eager enough that's for sure. If you say that she will be fine, then I guess she will be fine."

"Looks like there's a village about ten miles north. We should stop there and rest since it's on the way to Haven."

"Sounds like a good plan to me Blake. Besides, it would be great to eat something cooked and not a pre-made meal."

Blake rolled up her map and put it back in her pack. She had no idea what to expect when she got to Haven. Would Yang be there? Would she take her back? Would any of them take her back? Even though Sun and her mother had tried to ease her worries and anxieties, these questions still plagued her mind.

Sun looked at his black-haired companion. He could very much tell she was bothered by something and he knew what is was.

"Still thinking about Yang and the others?"

Blake's eyes went wide. She then looked down to her feet dejectedly. "Am I that obvious now?"

"Weeeeeeeeeell, it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what's bothering you." Sun threw his arm over Blake's shoulders and smiled down at her. "Look, I keep tellin ya that it will be fine. Your team will take you back no problem. Hell, I'm sure Yang wants you back as badly as you want to be back."

"I know Sun. I know. I just can't help but feel anxious."

"That's not all of it is it?"

"You're right. That's not all." Blake placed her hand over her forehead. "I'm also worried about how Yang could turn out."

Sun scratched his head. "What do you mean?"

The cat Faunus sighed. "Yang..." She looked over to the side. "... has gone through some very traumatic experiences. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm afraid of how those experiences could change her. People become very different after going through what Yang has gone through."

Sun studied his companion's face for several seconds. Removing his arm from her shoulders, he walked in front of her and leveled himself to her height. His face, for once, was serious. "You're afraid that she will become what Adam has become?"

Blake looked off to the side somberly. Grabbing her arm, she nodded. The feline Faunus really wasn't use to being so transparent. So open. She attested this sudden trait to simply being around her partner so much. Yang was so open about many things. It wasn't hard for her to conclude that some of the fiery blonde had rubbed off on her.

"That's just silly!"

Blake gasped in surprise. She then leveled her famous 'angry cat-glare' at the monkey boy.

"Silly!? These are legitimate concerns Sun! There's nothing silly about this!" Blake seethed. Her ears going flat against her head.

Sun raised his hands. He could have sworn he heard an actual hiss. "Whoa! Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I was just saying that it's silly because, even though I don't know her as well as you do, I think I've seen enough to know that she would never become that. Yang is too strong of a person to become some psychopath."

Her features softened. She knew Sun was right. Deep down she knew. Yang was the strongest person she had ever come to know. Strength was always the word she associated Yang with. Well, among kind and warm that is. However, that didn't stop her from worrying. Knowing that there was a possibility of her going down the path that Adam has chosen. Even if the chances of Yang doing that were infinitesimal at best, that didn't mean it wasn't possible for her partner to go down that dark, terrifying path.

"Hey! What about that scroll your father gave you? Maybe we should check it." Sun said. Wishing to change the topic to keep his friend from thinking to heavily on her partner.

"Oh! Yes! He did give me that." Blake brought her pack front of her and opened a small compartment on it. She reached in with her fingers. Once she felt the scroll in question, she wrapped her hand around it and pulled it out.

Blake began to look through the files that her father had decoded. What she found made her blood run cold. "Oh dust." She said in a trembled voice.

"What? What does it say?"

"H-he's planning to destroy Haven." She placed her hand over her eyes. The hand holding the scroll started to shake. "Adam is crazy! He really does want another Human/Faunus war."

"So, he wants a repeat of the Fall of Beacon AND another awful war." Sun threw his arm around Blake's shoulders and grinned down at her. "Then that gives us more of a reason to stop him!"

The black-haired girl smiled up at Sun. Truly, she was grateful for his company. The monkey Faunus always seemed to know how to get her fired up. "Right! But first, we need to gain Sienna's favor. I'm sure she will listen to reason. She has never wanted another war with humanity. Just like I'm positive she didn't give the okay to attack Beacon."

"Sounds like a plan!" Sun shouted. Pumping his fist into the air. He looked down at the scroll. He noticed another file. "Hey, Blake. What's this?"

"Huh?" She looked to where Sun was pointing. She opened up the file. "It's a letter from Dad." After taking a few moments to read, she turned off the scroll and put it back in her bag.

"Well, c'mon! Don't leave me hanging!" He said as he used his tail to hang from a tree branch. It caused the cat Faunus to giggle a bit. "The suspense is killing me."

Blake rolled her eyes at her overly dramatic friend. "Dad says that he is going to try to convince the island to come and help defend Haven. So, he should be with us soon."

"That's great!"

"Yeah, it is. However, we should still try to get Sienna on our side. It will make things much easier."

Sun's tail released it's grip on the branch and he flipped down to the ground on his feet. "Then let's do it buddy! We got a school to save!"

As the pair continued their journey, they failed to notice something shifting in the tree tops. A pair of grey eyes peered down below. Following the two Faunus.

"Illa." A hushed voice came.

The chameleon Faunus looked behind her to see a bat Faunus. "What?"

"Are we going to kill the traitor?"

"No. Adam wants her alive to punish her personally. Fennec and Corsac will kill her family."

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Another voice came. A woman came down on a spider's string.

Illa looked to the spider Faunus. "Just remember that we're here to take her alive. The boy can die. Adam doesn't want him. Understand?"

The two nodded. With that done, Illa activated her camouflage again and started to give chase to the pair. "Why Blake? Why did you betray us?"

It had taken him some time, but he made it. Standing outside of an inn, he rubbed his chin casually. "Hmmm. If my info is correct, then this is where the girl is staying." After starring for a few more moments, he started to walk away. "This could actually be a bit difficult. If the information I got is anything to go by, then she is with Winter Schnee, Qrow Branwen, and Taiyang Xiao Long. Their presence definitely complicates things."

Making his way into a cafe, he took his seat and pulled out his scroll. "However, this is by no means impossible. Just need the right people to give the right distraction. And the children she's with can be easily dealt with."

He touched a number on his scroll and it began dial. Once he heard the clicking of someone answering his call, he spoke. "Hello, it's me. Listen, I have a little job for you and you're group. So, how about it? You interested Vandham?"

It had been a day since Yang destroyed that camp. True to her mother's word, her training continued. After they came back to the tribe from her training, she decided to practice her new ability. Thankfully, the tribe had an area where she could practice. It had target dummies set up all over the place.

Yang let out a frustrated grunt as another one of her fire spears just flickered out in the air. To her, this was incredibly infuriating. Even if her conjured spears didn't fizzle out, her aim was still awful. The blonde had now come to the conclusion that she was lucky with her aim back at the White Fang camp.

Yang heard shuffling behind her. She whirled around to find the source. She saw movement coming from behind a crate. A hushed 'shush' came from behind it. With her curiosity peaked, Yang simply walked over and looked over the crate. What she found were four small children crouching down who looked no older than five. It was three girls and one boy, with the boy trying his best to keep the girls quiet. Yang smiled. "Didn't know I had audience."

The half-breed chuckled when the children jumped at her voice. "What'cha doing here anyway?"

"We just wanted to see the Phoenix using her powers." One of the little girls said timidly.

"Yeah! We wanted to see you do your cool fire moves!" The little boy exclaimed. The tiny feathers in his hair wiggled in excitement.

Yang giggled at the children's enthusiastic curiosity of her. "Well, you got one thing right. They are pretty cool." She held out her hand. It started to glow gold and then a small ball of fire formed. The children awed at the fire in her palm. Yang smiled and moved her hand towards the children. "Here. Touch it."

A little girl with small, green feathers for eyebrows looked on with a bit of worry. "But that would give us boo boos. Cause fire is 'posed to be hot." She said. Clearly having some difficulty pronouncing certain words.

"Oh, don't worry about that. My fire will only burn you if I want it to."

The children looked at each other with questioning looks. They honestly couldn't comprehend how fire doesn't burn, but this is the Phoenix and also, the Chief's daughter telling them this. So, to them, they had no reason to not trust her. They all lifted their arms and placed their tiny hands on the flame. What followed was a series of giggles.

"Hahaha. That tickles!" A girl with a small patch of brown feathers on her chest said.

"It's so warm! How ya doin that?" The little boy asked.

"It's easy. I don't want to hurt such cute little things like you, so, the fire won't hurt you." Yang paused for a bit. Taking in their wide eyed looks. "Just don't try to touch normal fire. That will burn you and give you boo boos."

Yang noticed what looked like notebooks that lied off to the side, next to the children. The blonde sat down in front of her tiny admires. "So, what's with notebooks?"

"Oh. That? That stuff is for class." The boy said.

"Class?" The blonde asked. She was rather curious about this. For as long as she had been with the tribe, she had no idea that they held classes.

"Yeah! Chief Raven was teachin us! Did ya know, that Grimm don't got aura's?" A girl with blue and red tail feathers said.

"Niao don't be silly. Course she knows that!" The boy said.

"Reeeeeealllly now. So she teaches huh?" Yang said to herself. The blonde was beginning to grin. "Note to self, give mom shit about this later."

Niao puffed her cheeks in irritation at the boy. "Shut up Mengqin! I bet you don't even know why! Cause you don't pay tention in class!"

"Hahaha. Niao right. You suck at payin tention in class. That's why Chief Raven is always punishin you." The girl with brown chest feather's taunted.

Mengqin's face turned red. "Pioa! Why ya gotta say that!? I'm trying to look cool in front of the Phoenix!" He whined.

The girl with green feathers for eyebrows giggled. "Poor Mengqin. Always getting picked on by us."

The boy's shoulders slumped. "You too Youya?"

"Oh! So those are your names. I can't believe I forgot to ask. Also, it's Yang, not Phoenix."

"Huh? Yang? Okay! Well, I'm Mengqin!" He said with a grin while pointing his thumb at himself.

"Sorry! We should have said our names. We didn't mean to be rude. Anyway, I'm Piaoliang de Yumao, but everyone calls me Piao for short!"

"I'm just Niao!"

"Name's Youya de Yumao! Just call me Youya though. It's easier." She said jumping in front of Yang.

The blonde giggled at the pure, earnest the children introduced themselves with. "Nice to meet'cha. Though, you probably should pay more attention Mengqin. The things my mom is teaching are very important basics. Also, you don't want to get on her bad side."

"Awwww. Not you too." He said with a pout. However, as quickly as it came, it disappeared and was replaced with a smile. "Hey! You come from the outside. What's it like out there? Are cities really big? Is it true that they have super tall houses!?"

Yang laughed. She supposed it was natural that they would be curious since they have never seen such things. Red eyes peered upward toward the sky. It was filled with beautiful, vibrant colors of red and orange with the sun setting. Yang stood up and looked down at the children. "Maybe I'll tell you guys some stories later. It's starting to get late for you kids and I'm sure your parents wouldn't be happy if you stayed out too long."

"She's right! C'mon. We gotta go back home before our mommies and daddies get mad." Niao advised.

"Awww, fiiiine." Mengqin whined. He turned to Yang and grinned. "I can't wait to hear your stories!"

The children gathered their belongings and started trotting off to their homes. They looked back and began waving goodbye to Yang. Whom, waved in return.

After the children left, Yang started making her way to her tent. She needed to review all of the intel she got from the camp she attacked and prepare to strike another camp. If she remembered correctly, this camp helped in moving weapons and munitions to their HQ. Well, it was more of small compound, but still. It wasn't their main camp that did that, but it did help with the logistics. Taking it out, while not a serious blow, would at least bruise them a little.

Entering her tent, she immediately went to her desk and brought out the various documents and the scroll of the leader of the camp she destroyed. This was the boring part as far as Yang was concerned. However, it was something that had to be done. She got away with going in hot the first time because it was a small camp, but this was one she eyeing was bigger. It even held a sizable building for things like trucks and small Bulkheads. Which meant, it would have more people. So going in without a game plan would probably be suicide.

Becoming familiar with the terrain, patrol patterns, where the power station was, and layout of not only the camp, but the building as well was going to be a difficult task. Thankfully, her mother had started training her in the art of stealth and espionage after she showed the intel she gathered. The training would prove to be invaluable for this. It was times like this she was grateful for having her mother as a resource.

Yang huffed in annoyance. "This is more Blake's kinda thing than mine." The name of her partner sparked a certain feeling of sorrow with a hint of something else. Yang couldn't quite put her finger on it though. That something else just felt like a hole. Could it be loneliness? She wasn't sure. The blonde looked over at her art book. It was opened to a picture of a drawn, smiling Blake. Yang picked it up. Gently rubbing her thumb across the drawing, she wondered if Blake was thinking about her.

"No. Now's not the time for this. Now's the time for work." Yang closed the book and placed it off to the side. She opened up the documents she found and got right to work.

"Must I remind you Ms. Goodwitch, that the council holds authority over the huntsmen? You people do NOT act independently."

"And may I remind you Councilman, that Beacon is still crawling with Grimm and the city is not safe. We are needed to clear out the school to keep the population safe. Even if that wasn't the case, Ozpin has given me strict orders to hold Beacon as the priority and not your whims." Glynda fired back calmly.

The Councilman shot straight up and slammed his fist on the table. The sound of the legs of chair skidding across the wooden floor echoed in the room. "Woman! We are talking about a monster that has enough power to destroy half of a bloody island! The Grimm are insignificant in comparison to that kind of threat!"

Glynda pushed her glasses up. "And we still are not certain what led to Yang unleashing that kind of power." She purposefully used her former student's name. There was definitely a sense of satisfaction seeing the anger on his face because of it."Anything could have been the catalyst. Perhaps the people there were greatly mistreating her and the emotional strain was too much to bare. Thus, prompting that release of power. My point, is that we have absolutely no idea what happened and what led up to that." She countered. Before he could respond, the veteran huntress stood up calmly and began walking away.

She stopped in front of the door and turned to the politician. "Besides, I would have thought that you would have realized how utterly foolish it would be to irritate a person that powerful. It begs the question then. How many people did you send to their graves?"

Having quite enough of this man and this conversation, she opened the door and closed it behind her. Glynda grinned smugly as she heard curses bellowing from the room behind her. Once she made her way out of the building, she saw Professor Port walk up to her with Zwei trotting behind him.

"So, I imagine it went well." Peter said sarcastically.

"About as well as anything could go with that fool." She starting pinching the bridge of her nose. "These meetings are giving me migraines. I'm not sure how Ozpin was able to deal with this for as long as he did."

"I would imagine with a lot of practice and patience." Peter laughed out.

Glynda looked down at the corgi and smiled. "Looks like you had a better time than I did." The cogri barked jovially in response. "I'll take that as a yes."

"We are making progress at Beacon." Peter watched as his friend's eyes seem to soften. "However, it is very slow progress."

Groaning in displeasure, Glynda put her palm flat against her forehead. She could feel the headache she already had begin to intensify. "Just great. At this rate, it will be years before Beacon is rid of the Grimm. Time we don't exactly have."

"I understand this is not going as quickly as we hoped it would, but it's the best we can do. Especially with those stubborn buffoons we call a Council, cutting our budget."

"No, it's okay Peter. I know everyone is doing their best." The blonde haired woman frowned. She clenched her hands into fists. "It's the damn Council. Cutting our funding just to try to get us to bend to their will. Not only that, but they have abandon Beacon and written it off as a lost cause and therefore do not want to spend money to clear it and keep the people safe. It's cheaper to just build walls and keep sacrificing Huntsmen and shift blame to Yang to keep people voting for them. Bastards! Greedy bastards! All of them!"

"Now, now Glynda. Don't lose your cool. With Ozpin not here, we rely on you to lead us." Peter soothed.

He was right. She couldn't afford to lose her temper now. But this whole being the leader of what was left of the Academy was very stressful and taxing. Glynda was finally beginning to understand, at least a little, what Ozpin went through on a daily basis. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she had finally calmed herself. "I think I will be going back home. I need a bath and a nice cup of tea." Looking at Zwei, she smiled warmly. "Besides, I'm sure you're hungry. Aren't you?" The small dog nodded. She giggled. "Thought so." She looked towards her colleague. "Please don't hesitate to call me if anyone needs me. Also, would you mind telling Bartholomew to send those reports?"

"Of course, but don't forget Glynda." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid to ask for our help. We're in this together so we need work together. Now more so than ever. Just try not to do everything yourself."

For as boisterous as he was, she could always count on Peter to say the right things, at the right times. "I will. Thank you Peter."

Zwei went on his hind legs and put his front paws on his guardian's legs. He let out bark that seemed closer to a whine. He couldn't help it though. The poor little guy was really hungry and he wanted to eat.

"Hahaha. Okay. Okay little one. We're going to eat."

"So, you still couldn't get them to give us more Huntsmen, Hagard." A man in his sixties said. He had a sleek blue suit with a black tie made from silk. He had curly, grey hair that went down to his shoulders.

"No Caesar. That woman will not budge. Her loyalty to Ozpin is strong. She has made clearing out the school her number one priority." Hagard grunted.

"She's a problem. If she succeeds in clearing the school, then the people fall in love with her and we will have our credibility destroyed. Thus, eliminating our hold on them." A bald man with a long, grey beard said.

"Oh, there is no doubt of that Henry. That is exactly what will happen. Then we will be forced to send more money to her. Which I assume none of us wish to do." A woman in her fifties said. Her voice cold and filled with venom.

"So, what do you propose we do about her Caesar?" Hagard said.

"It's simple really. She needs to be eliminated. Ms. Goodwitch is the only thing that keeps those Huntsmen together. Take her away and they will collapse. Without their leader, they will be aimless and scared. That's when we come in and assume control. Give them direction and purpose." He said while twirling a single curl around his finger. "It won't be easy though. We have to plan this carefully."

"Of course we have to be careful. That goes without saying. We need to come up with speeches and what not for when we kill her. We may even be able to discredit her. Since her and Taiyang were classmates and friends." The woman said.

Caesar chuckled. "I trust you will see to that Alma?"

Alma gave a sickeningly, twisted smile. "Of course."

"Good. Now all we have to do is get the rest of the Council on board with our plans. Which shouldn't be difficult to do." Caesar stood from his leather seat. "Once this all done, we will meet again. Until then, I wish you all luck."

When his three associates left, he stood at the window. Looking at the city below, he began sneer. "I will finally have this city now that Ozpin is gone. No more can you stand in my way." His royal blue eyes shifted towards Beacon. He smiled. "I don't know who killed you, but I will have to thank them for it."

"Preparations are complete. We can begin the attack as soon as you give the order." A White Fang soldier said as he bowed.

"Good. Good. The Belladonna's are none the wiser too." Fennec turned to his brother. "What do you think brother? Should we give the order?"

Corsac smiled at his brother. "Of course. Now's the perfect time."

"Very well then." Fennec turned to the White Fang soldier. "Commence the attack. Tonight, the Belladonna's die and we will finally be able to progress the Faunus forward without them holding us back."

A/N: What's up!? Finally back! Glad to actually have some time to write. Work has been eating up my time since it was the holidays and getting into a car accident was bullshit and stressful, but glad to have that behind me. Also, concerning the accident, I just want to say that no one was hurt. I should have been more clear about that. Sorry.

So I got to ask. How do you guys feel about Yang sometimes sucking at newly acquired abilities or just being bad at certain things? Because the reason why I made her bad using a rifle is because there is no evidence to suggest that she has any actual training in the use of one. Also, there is no evidence that she has been trained in the art of spear throwing. So, I made her suck at it.

Anway, seems like shit is about to hit the fan huh? Y'all didn't think I would forget Glynda and the others? Unlike the show, I want to at least to attempt to make use of many of RWBY's characters. Speaking of the show. SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT!

I saw the new episode and even though the fight between Raven and Cinder was visually cool, it made no sense. Like, seriously, RT. Do y'all know what proper power scaling is? How is it that someone (Cinder) who has only had their Maiden power for a year at best, able to fight Raven the way she did. When our favorite Birb has had this power for a decade? Or at least it's heavily implied that she's had it for a decade. Also, wasn't Cinder going through rehab for months? Then we have to add in the fact that Raven has great deal more experience in combat, strategy, and tactics.

So, tell me RT. HOW was Cinder able to put up a decent fight? Seriously, it really feels like they just forced a evenish fight for forced drama instead of going with logic and having Raven just dominate the entire fight. Sometimes having a one-sided fight is good if used to great effect. Yet again, this is RT missing more opportunities. This could have been the PERFECT opportunity to show us the power ceiling of a Maiden. The perfect time to show us what a fully realized and veteran Maiden looks like in stark contrast to a new and amateurish one. At least we know Raven is better than Cinder. I honestly believe that even without Vernal's interference, Raven would have still won and quite easily. Proof? Cinder was bent over and huffing and puffing. She was clearly exhausted. Raven on the other hand seemed perfectly fine. RT just let Raven live and keep her powers. Don't do some bullshit like Cinder comes back and kills Raven, takes her powers, and escapes with the Relic. Just let Cinder die.

Also, I really don't like what they have done with Adam here. They made him out to be such a massive threat and then they make him into something akin to a small, whinny boy. His voice even cracked at times like he was still going through puberty. Now, he just seems so small and insignificant. Also, when did Blake actually gain the ability to just casually dodge him and Captain Kirk him? While, I did enjoy this episode, I still have some grievances with it.

fluffyfirefly: I'm glad you like this story and thanks for taking your precious time for reading it. As for Yang being OP, that's not exactly the case. Yang can still be killed. You also have to remember, that Yang is mostly fighting grunts right now (with the exception of Tyrian. Whom she was even with.) As for Raven, I'm glad the latest episode came out. Always knew that woman was really powerful. Yeah, I kinda wish I would have delivered that info better, but I can take solace in the fact Raven hasn't told her everything. You know, like Ozpin.

Hellwrym: I hope life is treating you better. Life can be a real bitch sometimes. However, just like some old lady told me at work, don't let anyone steal your joy. Also, thanks for reading my story!

Clementine Davidson: I'm glad you like my story so much! Also, when it comes to OCs, I firmly believe that they should be used as tools to move the plot along. They are not meant to be taking the place of the actual cast. I can't stand self-insert OCs. If you are going to put OCs, at least make an attempt to make them feel like they belong in the universe.

beaucook: Funny you mention MGS. As I have Yang learning the art of stealth and espionage.

The Heartless Titan: Just stick around. ;)

Okay. I best stop here, otherwise, the A/N will go on forever. Also, since I had someone ask about what kind of physique that Yang has. She has the body type of the Gerudo in Breath of the Wild. You know, just not nearly as tall. Same thing with Raven. Also, Vernal will not be showing up in this story since I created this story before we knew anything about her existence and I don't want to just shoehorn her in. Will add her in another story. Some of you may have noticed that I retconned Sienna's gender in this story. Sorry about that. I honestly thought Kahn would be a he because of Sher Khan from the Jungle Book.

Maybe check my recent one-shot Birb Claus. Seriously, how has no one made this story before me? She has the perfect semblance to be playing the role of Santa! Anyway, see you guys next time. BYE!