Vengeance Is My Name
Chapter Seven
Author's note: To clarify, this will turn into a Blake X Yang story. I'll modify the story description as it seems I wrote a confusing description of the pairings. My apologies for that. There will be no Bee's Schnees! (WeissxBlakexYang). Enjoy the story!
Yang awoke first. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and with a room facing east, combined with having forgotten to close the curtains last night, there was no respite from the sunlight as a new day began.
Laying there for a moment with the blankets around her waist, Yang attempted to gather the energy necessary to move. As she blinked up at the orange-red tinted wooden ceiling above her head, she became acutely aware of intermittent, soft breaths of air tickling her shoulder.
Glancing to her right, she saw that Blake was still pressed up against her much in the same fashion as last night, and a whirlwind of confusing feelings attempted to suffocate her, welling up in her chest as she stared down at the peacefully sleeping beautiful girl. Each gentle breath of the girl caressed her bare shoulder and rustled her blonde curls.
Speaking of pretty girls... Yang thought laconically. The Girl had visted her last night in her dreams once more. It had been a short visit, but The Girl had seemed incredibly pleased about something. She'd been awfully clingy as well, clutching onto Yang as if her life depended on it. She'd rubbed up against Yang's side, cooing and murmuring happily, doing nothing more than increasing Yang's already heightened confusion.
Deciding to put the strange dream out of mind for now, Yang set about carefully extricating herself from Blake. She didn't want to wake the girl so she moved slowly, gently prying the girl's fingers from her shirt where she had been clutching tightly to the fabric and pulling it down off Yang's shoulder.
Slipping her arm out from underneath Blake's head, Yang winced as Blake shifted, sure that she had awoken her.
The moment passed however as Blake instead grabbed a pillow, nuzzling into it and sighing quietly.
Yang couldn't suppress a smile at the open display of adorableness. Leaning over the girl, Yang gently reached out and carefully patted the girl on the head, lingering a moment as an odd, roughly triangular shape appeared beneath her fingers, cloaked by Blake's bandana.
Her curiosity piqued, Yang gently tried to manipulate the item beneath her fingers, but Blake shifted once more, pulling the pillow over her head and burying her face in it.
Stifling a giggle, Yang retreated. Any more of that and she'd be sure to wake Blake up.
Turning to inspect their hotel room, Yang eyed all of the clothes she had pulled out of her pack last night in an attempt to find decent sleep wear. Of course she hadn't put it back last night, and it lay in a pile on the floor next to her bag.
Sighing quietly to herself, she set about packing up all of their stuff.
It didn't take long, and Yang straightened up, hands on her hips as she surveyed their room. Yang had carefully packed away all of her clothes after changing into something she could spend a day comfortably travelling in, and she had gathered up everything of Blake's that she could find.
No doubt Blake would want to change, so she didn't close up her pack right away.
Moving over to the bed, Yang reached down and gently shook Blake's shoulder. The girl groaned lightly, but otherwise didn't respond.
"Hey, Blake, time to get up." Another gentle shake.
Slowly Blake pulled the pillow off her head, turning over and looking at Yang with squinted, bleary eyes.
"It's morning already?" She asked, her tone filled with displeasure.
Yang laughed, lifting her hand from Blake.
"Yeah, it is. Let's get going, yeah?"
Blake sighed, then sat up. Rubbing her face, she yawned, then shook her head. Glancing up at Yang, she looked her up and down.
"When did you get up?"
Yang shrugged. "Not too long ago."
Blake hummed softly, pulling the towel from last night up further to cover her chest.
"Well, if you don't mind giving me a moment of privacy, I'll get dressed and meet you downstairs."
Yang nodded, turning on her heel and moving toward the door.
"See you down there."
Blake nodded, looking around the room as Yang disappeared, the door closing quietly behind her. Yawning once more, she threw back the blankets covering her waist and slowly pushed herself to the edge.
Standing slowly, she unfolded the towel wrapped around her chest and checked on the bandage Yang had affixed to her stomach last night. It seemed to be holding, and there were no signs of blood staining the bandage, so she hadn't torn it last night in her sleep.
Padding toward her pack on silent feet, she bent down and retrieved a handful of clothing.
With thoughts of Weiss on her mind, she busied herself getting dressed.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Blake threw her clothes onto the foot of the bed. Pulling out her first article of clothing, she shook it out in an attempt to get rid of some wrinkles before pulling it over her head. It was a thin black cotton sleeveless shirt with a plunging V-neck that clung tightly to her upper body. It used to have sleeves at one point, but she had long since hacked them off. In the heat of Nova's summers, sleeves were useless, and the thinness of the fabric meant it was equally useless, if not moreso, as an undershirt in the winter.
Tight black pants followed her shirt, form fitting but not uncomfortably so. Socks followed, then she slid her feet into her worn brown leather boots, taking care to do the laces up snugly.
Reaching up to her head, she pulled off her bandana, closing her eyes as she allowed her ears to relax a moment. They were sore, and very stiff.
Slowly she worked them through their full range of motion, flicking this way and that as she picked up the sounds of other guests in the hotel through the walls.
Looking out the window, she took in the rising sun flooding the skies in brilliant light, soaking the air with it's radiant heat even so early in the morning.
The heat was more than enough to make her drowsy, and she wanted nothing more than to curl back up in bed and go back to sleep, soaking in that glorious sunshine all day...
Eyes snapping open, she shook her head and glanced down at the bed. It was going to be hot today. Best to protect herself, and her ears, from it.
Picking up her cloak, she threw it over her head, pulling the hood down low as she wrapped it securely around her body. It was long enough to just brush the tops of her boots as she walked.
The last item she picked up was her sword. Taking care to strap it properly to her waist, she nonetheless felt awkwardly uncomfortable as she moved over to pick her pack up off the floor, grunting a bit with the effort as it strained her stomach.
Slinging it over her shoulder, she glanced around the room for anything forgotten. Deeming herself satisfied, she grabbed the door and swung it open.
No doubt Yang was waiting for her in the lobby.
Moving down the hall, Blake emerged into the main lobby, where sure enough, Yang was leaning against the front desk with her back to Blake, attempting to juggle a handful of coins.
"I'm ready, Yang."
Yang, surprised by Blake's voice, jumped a bit, sending a handful of coins scattering across the floor. Turning to look at Blake, she sheepishly rubbed the back of her head as she thought about giving chase to the coins.
"Blake! Uh... yeah. I'm ready as well."
Blake arched an eyebrow. "Aren't you gonna retrieve your money?"
At the thought of scrounging around on her hands and knees looking for the coins, Yang shrugged.
"They were all copper pieces I got as change from paying for the room, so... " Yang held her hands up. "Not really worth it."
"I see." Blake said quietly. "Well, thanks for the room. I'll get you back one day. Shall we?"
Yang nodded, moving toward the front door. Pushing it open, she held it aside and gestured for Blake to step through.
Obliging her, Blake stepped through the doorway, Yang falling into step behind her as they made their way into the early morning sunlight.
"What's the plan?" Yang asked, adjusting the strap of her pack on her shoulder. She glanced at Blake, and without giving her a chance to reply, spoke again.
"Want me to carry your pack for you again?"
Blake shook her head. "No. I'm fine, thanks. Also, I don't think we need anything, do we?"
Yang copied her movements, blonde curls tickling her cheeks. "I've still got lots of snacks, and fresh food can be found in abundance in the wild."
Blake nodded. "I know that a large river cuts through our path to the north. If we need to refill our canteens, we can do it there."
"Fantastic!" Yang grinned. "Let's go!"
Blake took the lead, heading back toward the main street that cut through the town. In the sunlight, the town looked a lot different.
Most of the buildings were constructed of a dark redwood, lending the town an orderly, symmetrical appearance.
Another big part of the orderly appearance of the town was due to the cookie cutter buildings that lined the streets. With few styles of building to choose from, they repeated often. As if by design, the buildings were all attached, one after the other, down the street. Blake suspected this was to eliminate alleyways and sidestreets, places where vagrants and crooks could seek refuge, however she wondered how well the town fared in the event a building caught fire. With such a connected woodwork of buildings, it seemed a losing battle to try to contain a fire.
A closer inspection of the streets revealed they were just as clean as they appeared last night. The neatly laid brick underfoot was worn, but devoid of filth, cracks, or unevenness.
It was almost eerie how particularly well put together this town was.
"It's a bit odd, isn't it?" Yang commented from beside her, apparently reading her thoughts.
"Mmm."
"You know what it reminds me of, everything so well maintained and identical in appearance? Especially with the constant presence of soldiers? Reminds me of barracks."
Blake hummed once more, looking around the town in a new light.
"That could very well be true." Blake agreed.
"I wonder if we could a-oh, hello!"
Blake's ears twitched beneath her hood, and she tore her eyes away from the buildings to glance at Yang, her interrupted speech piquing Blake's interest.
Yang was bent over, enthusiastically petting the head of a medium sized dog that had somehow managed to sneak up to them, and Blake instantly recoiled in mild disgust, taking a step back from the offending creature.
"Ugh. What the hell is that?" Blake asked, wrinkling her nose up as the gentle morning breeze shifted, carrying with it the scent of wild dog and Yang.
"A cute widdle doggy!" Yang crooned, pulling it's cheeks out into a wide doggy grin. "Look, it's got no collar. Probably homeless and looking for food!"
"Yang... " Blake's voice took on a warning tone.
"Probably just wants someone to love him forever and ever!" Yang gushed, crouching down as she smushed the dog's pliable cheeks together. The dog tilted it's head to the side a bit, fixing Yang with a decidedly quizzical look.
"Yang." Blake's tone was a bit more strict, worry beginning to creep into her voice. There was no way Yang was befriending this damn thing.
Ignoring her, the blonde leaned forward, wrapping the animal in a big hug, which the dog happily returned, tail wagging excitedly as it pawed clumsily at Yang's shoulder.
"Can we keep it?" Yang asked excitedly, ruffling the fur on the dog's back.
"No!"
"Too late." Yang grinned happily, standing. As Blake half growled, half sighed in exasperation, Yang paid her no mind as she examined the dog.
It wasn't tall by any means, but it wasn't small either. It's shoulder came up to her mid thigh, and it had short golden fur with a belly of white. Each of it's four legs carried the same golden fur, but the paws were white, making the dog look like it was wearing little booties.
Sharp triangular ears that were borderline too big for it's sleek head stood up tall and straight, proudly sampling the morning sounds around it as it looked from Yang to Blake, pink tongue hanging out as it panted happily.
"Ohhhh God, isn't he just the cutest?" Yang squealed, giggling.
Blake didn't bother responding, walking around the pair in a wide berth as she headed back toward the main road.
"Blake?" Yang called, confused. When she received no response, she threw her hands up in the air helplessly.
"Blaaaaake! What the hell!"
Blake didn't slow as she strutted away, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders.
"If you and that mutt want to hurry up, maybe we can get somewhere today." She called out over her shoulder, aggravation clear in her voice. With any luck, Blake thought, the dog would be found by it's owners before they left the town.
Yang grinned, taking that as acceptance. Patting her leg to coax the dog to follow her, she trotted off after the dark haired woman.
It was barely after sunrise, however that bore no meaning for the red-head sitting at the bar. She was the sole occupant, given that the bar was closed to the public until opening hour, which was later in the afternoon.
Bright, emerald green eyes stared at the glass in front of her, eyes tracing the ice cubes that sat in the amber liquid inside.
"It's not like an officer to turn down free alcohol." A calm, expressionless man approached her from behind the bar, in his hand a tall glass bottle of alcohol.
"Is that not top shelf enough for you?" He asked, a rare smile playing about his lips as he grabbed the cork and replaced it in the mouth of the bottle.
The red-head looked up at him, her eyes seeming to refocus as she was snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in.
"Sorry, Ren, no. It's great stuff, it's just... "
The man raised a single eyebrow, encouraging her to share her troubles.
Her chainmail shirt slithered and hissed as she reached out, picking up the glass and raising it to her lips. Tossing back the alcohol, she set the glass down with an authorative thud as a blonde slid silently into the seat beside her.
"Coco reports those two leaving town to the north. A stray dog seems to be accompanying them."
The red-head spared the blonde a sidelong glance.
"You're certain it's the same two you encountered last night?" She asked.
The blonde nodded. "Absolutely. Those cloaks aren't hiding much, especially such distinguished wild blonde hair. Not to our trained eye. It's them, Pyrrha. I guarantee it."
Pyrrha hummed softly.
"Ok. Jaune, we'll give them a bit of a headstart. No need to get carried away so close to town. Once they've gotten a lead on us, we'll grab horses. Track them down. If we time it right, and find them near the north river, we can dump their bodies in the water. No one will ever find them."
The blonde nodded silently, turning away from the red-head and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Wordlessly, he stared at the bartop in front of him.
"Those are the orders, then?" He asked finally. "To kill them?"
"Straight from the Rose Commander's lips herself." Pyrrha responded quietly.
"The Rose Commander ordered such a thing?" Jaune's voice was filled with doubt.
"Her orders came from our allies, the Winchesters. There's no point allowing them to live if their sole mission is to disrupt the royal wedding. We have no choice."
Jaune hummed softly, as if he wasn't totally convinced.
Reaching out, Pyrrha slung her arm over Jaune's shoulder, pulling him into a side hug.
"I know you're conflicted, but orders are orders." She said roughly. He feebly struggled in her grip, not seriously attempting to free himself, but all pretenses of escape were given up when she gently kissed the top of his head.
"I fell in love with that part of you that believes there's always a better option, and I hope you never lose that part of you." She muttered softly, so quietly that he could barely hear.
"But some days you need to hide that innocence from the work that has to be done in order to secure a brighter tomorrow for the citizens of our country."
He nodded, his cheek sliding against cold, unforgiving chainmail ringlets.
"Now, come on!" Pyrrha said, releasing him and rapping her knuckles on the bartop to summon the bartender.
"Drink up! Us officers can't let our privileges go to waste."
Jaune chuckled despite himself, straightening up on his bar stool as he raised his eyes to the selection of alcohol along the wall behind the bar.
"What'll it be, Jaune?" Ren asked, carefully measuring out a splash of alcohol into Pyrrha's empty glass.
Jaune squinted at the back wall, unable to read most of the labels. Feeling he was about to make a proper fool of himself, he hesitated, earning another quizzical side-glance from Pyrrha.
"Uh, er- I'll try that one." He stuttered, pointing to a pure white bottle with a black cap.
Pyrrha snickered into her glass, muffling the sound with the clinking of ice cubes. It was clear that Jaune wasn't a seasoned, educated drinker, but she spared him the embarrassment.
"Excellent selection." Ren advocated smoothly, winking at Pyrrha. She grinned in return, swirling her glass gently as she clutched the rim of the glass in her fingertips.
As Ren poured out a splash for Jaune, Pyrrha watched him from the corner of her eye as he stared at the alcohol dubiously.
"I've never had that one before." Pyrrha said, raising her glass to her lips and taking another sip. "You'll have to let me know how it is."
Jaune nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing lightly as he concentrated on something. After a moment, he too raised his glass, taking a more more timid, experimental sip.
An eyebrow rose in surprise, and he took another sip, this one more of a gulp.
"It's not bad at all." He said, voice carrying a hint of surprise.
Pyrrha smiled lightly.
"Here, lemme try."
Reaching over, she took the glass from his hand, bringing it to her nose to sniff experimentally. Tilting it to her lips, she took a sip, letting the liquid wash over her tongue and saturate her tastebuds.
"Yeah, " She nodded, swallowing, "That is good." She pushed the glass back over to Jaune, who nodded slowly.
"Something wrong?" Pyrrha asked quietly.
Jaune shrugged, not looking up at her.
"I'm fine." He said softly. "Just... in a hurry to get out of here, I suppose."
Pyrrha said nothing as she looked back to the bar, losing herself in her thoughts as the time ticked by.
"Time for a break?" Yang asked, reaching up to wipe at the sheen of sweat adorning her forehead. The back of her hand came away soaked, and did nothing to remedy the sweat dripping into her eyes.
Beside her, Blake came to a stop, nodding solemnly as she settled her eyes on the river before her. She too was sweating profusely, but hadn't been as vocal about it as Yang.
"I suppose we could stop."
Yang sighed in relief, pulling her water canteen from her hip and taking a swig.
Sensing a break, the dog that had been following them spun in place for a few seconds, before flopping over onto it's side, panting lightly.
"We need to name him." Yang spoke.
"I don't have to do any such thing."
"Right. Okay. Pick a letter, Blake."
"Why?"
"'Y' is your letter?" Yang asked, puzzled.
Blake sighed as she shrugged off her pack.
"No, I mean, why, w-h-y, why should I pick a letter?"
"Because I asked you to?"
Blake pondered that a moment, before shrugging as she sat cross-legged on the ground. Pulling her pack toward her, she opened the top and began rifling through it.
"Okay, fine. Z, why?"
Yang tapped her chin with a slender forefinger, before dropping to the ground ungracefully beside Blake.
"Zwei. We'll name him Zwei."
"That's a stupid name." Blake scoffed.
Yang looked mildly hurt as she reached over and dug through Blake's bag of jerky.
"That was a bit uncalled for." Yang replied. "Especially since you have no interest in assisting me in the naming process."
Blake rolled her eyes, but dropped the topic, instead pondering if she could get away with bathing in the river to remove the dried sweat and dirt from her skin.
"Yang, do you think we could take turns bathing in the river?"
Yang shrugged. "I don't see why not. It's a good idea, actually. I'd love the chance to cool off."
Blake hummed.
"Why take turns though?" Yang asked, puzzled. "You overwhelmed by all of this?" Yang spoke jokingly, bringing her arms together to push out her chest.
The noise Blake made was a mix between impatience and disgust.
"Someone needs to guard our things at all times. Thieves are rampant out here."
"Oh." Yang dropped her arms, relaxing. "That makes sense."
"I'd love to go first." Blake eyed the somewhat fast moving water that burbled along the bank beside them. It wasn't fast enough to create white water, but it wasn't a slow trickle by any means.
Yang waved her hand at Blake, before leaning back on her palms.
"By all means, fill your boots."
Blake glanced at Yang.
"Fill your-?" Blake paused, and her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head to the side.
"It mean-"
"Shutup." Blake hissed, waving a hand at Yang. Yang fell silent, studying Blake's face intently. Blake's eyes widened, then she jumped to her feet, surprising Yang. Jumping to Yang's side, Blake roughly hauled Yang to her feet, clamping her hand over Yang's mouth before the blonde could protest.
"Hide in the tall grass, and do not make a fucking sound." Blake whispered, roughly shoving Yang into a thatch of grass that was growing alongside the trail that wound along the river.
Stumbling at the unexpected shove and confused as to what was going on, Yang tripped and landed roughly on her face in the grass, cursing softly to herself as she spat out various greeneries. She was about to push herself to her feet, and Blake must have sensed that, for Blake swiftly kicked her boot, keeping her down.
Just then, the sound of hooves beating the ground reached her ears, and Yang pressed herself to the dirt to stay hidden, thoughts of the thieves Blake had mentioned previously filling her mind.
Yang couldn't see through the grass, but she could easily hear as horses - it sounded like two, she thought - drew closer, until it sounded like they were right on top of her.
Closing her eyes and pressing herself flat to the ground, Yang listened intently.
"Greetings from the Rose Army." A feminine voice called out, and Yang heard Blake hum vaguely.
"Where's your partner?" A boyish voice this time, reached Yang's ears.
"She's out foraging, not that it's any of your business." Blake responded snippily.
"Sorry, but, you're well within Rose Army territory. It is indeed our business." The girl spoke out.
"What do you want?" Blake asked, impatience clear in her voice.
"We have reason to suspect that you're travelling with intention to disrupt the Winchester royal wedding. If you wouldn't mind coming back to town with us, we have a few questions for you."
"Suspect whatever you want, but you can ask me what you need to right here." Blake's voice was defiant, and Yang couldn't hide the smirk as she realized that Blake really hated authority.
"That's not going to work for us... what is your name?"
Yang could practically hear Blake's smirk as she pressed her cheek to the ground, the scent of dirt and moisture filling her nostrils.
"You think I'm going to disrupt a royal wedding but have no idea who I am? Your informant is doing poorly at his job."
Yang's grin disappeared as she heard the sound of a sword being drawn.
"I'm sorry, Blake. We had hoped this would go more smoothly than it has so far. Please, cooperate with us, or there will be severe consequences."
Yang's ears were met with the sound of the two dismounting their horses.
Yang's pulse skyrocketed, her heart pounding out a frantic beat in her chest. Unsure of what to do, she weighed the pros and cons of revealing herself.
"And if I don't?" Blake's voice was threatening.
Yang chanced lifting her head a few inches to turn it from the right to the left, and as she did so, she spotted a fair sized rock a foot away from her face.
Better than nothing, she supposed.
Carefully snaking her arm through the grass, her fingers closed around the cold, smooth stone, and she silently wrenched it from the earth.
It was a fair bit bigger and heavier than she had first anticipated.
"We'll take you by force, if necessary."
Blake sighed, and Yang heard another sword being drawn.
"Let's get to it, then." Blake's voice was tired and resigned, and if she were scared of swinging a sword for the first time against what sounded like well trained soldiers, she gave no indication of it in the tone of her voice.
There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a third sword.
"I'd really hoped we could have avoided this." The girl spoke apologetically.
"Well, unfortunately for the two of you, we can't."
Yang slowly pushed herself up, chancing revealing herself as she tried to get a look at the situation. As luck would have it, the two soldiers had their backs to Yang, and Yang looked past them to Blake, who was wielding her sword with a look of grim determination on her features.
The blonde boy, on Yang's right, stepped forward and swung his sword at Blake.
The reaction from Zwei was instantaneous as he jumped up and began barking like mad.
Yang took advantage of the noise to rise to her feet fully, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved toward the lone redhead in front of her. With them both having their backs to her, Yang had the advantage of surprise, and she raised the rock as high as she could before bringing it down with all her might. At the last second she backed off most of her power before the stone made contact with her skull, wincing in sympathetic pain as the resounding crack seemed to echo throughout the air.
The redhead dropped, blood immediately erupting from her head as she cried out in pain.
Yang dropped the rock as the redhead raised her hands to clutch at the back of her head, and Yang was surprised that the girl was still conscious. She hadn't intended to kill the girl, sure, but she had thought at least that she'd knock her unconscious.
"Pyrrha!" The blonde glanced over his shoulder at hearing the noise, eyes widening at the sight of Pyrrha on the ground, bleeding from her head with Yang standing over her.
"Bitch!" He growled, moving to the side to eliminate the position of having Yang be behind him. Returning his focus to Blake, he lunged forward and extended his sword in a swift thrust.
Blake dodged it effortlessly, but it was clear that her skill over her sword was as poor as her skill over her body was great. She chanced a return slash, one that the boy effortlessly knocked aside.
Yang tore her eyes away from the fight and focused on the girl at her feet. She had no real desire to kill the girl, which was probably why her strike hadn't been as powerful as she had thought.
Leaning down, she relieved the redhead of her sword and shield before surreptitiously checking on the extent of the wound.
If she received medical attention, she'd be just fine.
A cry from Blake had Yang raising her head in time to see the blonde boy swinging his sword horizontally, Blake's blade knocked from her hands with the force of the strike. Without a second's hesitation, he advanced on her with the intent to kill.
"Touch her and the redhead dies!" Yang yelled, panic coursing through her body as she clutched the sword tightly, raising it above her head and positioning it above the girl.
The blonde paused, glancing over his shoulder to see Yang, the sword trembling in her grip.
"I'm serious." Yang warned.
The boy lowered his sword a fraction, unsure of what to do. Glancing down at the supine girl, it was all the distraction Blake needed to lunge forward, drawing a dagger from her hip and plunging it deep into the boy's side, finding a gap between his armor and slipping her blade between his ribs.
His cry of pain was choked out, his eyes widening as he fell to his knees. Blood spurted from the wound, covering Blake's hand in hot, sticky blood.
With a sickening squelching sound, Blake tugged her dagger free, using her foot to kick him over onto his back.
As he began gasping for breath, Yang knew instantly that Blake had punctured a lung.
And from the looks of how easily it had been done, it was possible that this wasn't her first time.
Grimacing, Yang turned her eyes to Blake, whose expression was devoid of emotion as she stared at her.
"Let's get moving. Immediately." Blake glanced at the dog, who was still growling.
"And get that damn dog to shut up."
"Zwei, c'mere." Yang said quietly, shock setting in as her adrenaline burned off. The dog stopped barking, and trotted to Yang's side.
"D-do we... finish them off? Put them out of their misery?" Yang asked, pointedly avoiding looking at the blonde boy gasping for breath and bleeding out on the ground beside Blake.
"Go for it, if you want." Blake shrugged, moving toward the river. Kneeling down, she plunged her hand into the fast moving river, washing away the blood that coated her blade and her forearm.
Yang swallowed thickly, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to kill someone, but for them to suffer...
She forced herself to look at the pair of bodies on the ground, the redhead now crawling along the ground toward her downed partner.
She balked, turning away and grabbing her pack from the ground as she chased after a now receding Blake.
Hopefully someone finds them. She thought uncomfortably, guilt beginning to set in as they left the pair to die in the dirt.