Remnants of the last Dragonborn- Chapter 6, Way down we go

The Next day…

Currently residing inside his living space in an Atlas academy guest quarters, was Jaune Arc meditating in a kneeling position facing the window, now some may think that the legendary dragonborn was being spiritual or conducting a form of training...

Nope.

Instead it was a technique he learned by a group of adventurers at a random bar back in Skyrim, after the events of himself blacking out naked more times than he could count, a fact he was slightly proud of.

Anyway, Jaune was meditating to speed his hangover recovery since he had a few hours before he was apparently supposed to head towards Vale with-

"Ughhh! My head…" Came the groggy voice of his female companion from last night.

Turning his head over his shoulder, Jaune saw the beautiful specialist Winter Schnee stirring from her slumber. After visiting Qrow's sister he claimed he wished to drink the day away and who was Jaune to not agree, afterall Jaune may be originally from Remnant but he was still a Nord in spirit.

Deciding to greet his beds guest Jaune walked over, only wearing a set of grey sweat pants and a tight blue fitting workout shirt.

"A good morning to you Winter, here this should help you out slightly." Once Winter turned to face who spoke her name she was greeted with the chiseled abdomen of Jaune Arc, bandit slayer, as her gaze travelled upward she blushed profusely at the close proximity of his face to hers. Jaune noticed her gaze, he lightly grasped her hands in his own as he used the healing hands spell working its magic, literally.

"M-M-Mister A-Arc I um wh-" Winter's cute stuttering was interrupted as Jaune placed a finger over her lips.

"Oh it's Mister Arc now? I could've sworn it was Jaune last night when we made love, must have just been my imagination, Winter." His smile turned into a shit eating grin as the former Heiress of the SDC blushed and stuttered remembering particular moments of the former night more precisely the shouting of a "Jaune!" in pleasure echoing in her memory.

Noticing her embarrassment, Jaune decided to pity the beautiful woman. "Winter, last night was incredibly pleasant for myself and I hope it was for yourself too," Winter nodded profusely. "I'm glad, but I very much admire you and your position, so I understand the secrecy of what transpired here will remain solely between yourself and I, may I offer you a beverage?"

Winter was very taken aback by the politeness and pure decency of the man she slept with, most Atlesian men were, to put it delicately… the literal worst. They were either hoping for a quick fuck or seeking to court herself for a position she no longer held in her family business. The Ace-Ops were professional and attractive yet they never truly gained her fancy, then suddenly this 'Jaune Arc' appeared on a transport with over 80 captured bandit members and a few leaders with the General.

Truth be told, Winter adored men of muscular perfection, righteousness, loyalty to a just cause and above all the eyes, since as people say eyes are the window to the soul.

"If you have some coffee that would be most appreciated Mister Ar- I mean Jaune, and yes if we could keep, ahem, last nights 'session' under wraps that would be appreciated." She spoke whilst grabbing her clothing which laid neatly folded next her courtesy of Jaune.

"It is no trouble Winter, like I said I rather enjoyed last night but seek no relationship at this current time but I would appreciate being your friend going forth." He said whilst his back was facing her as he prepared some instant coffee for the both of them.

"As do I Jaune, this is the current point in my life where I wish to focus on my career as a specialist under General Ironwoods guidance." Winter spoke with great pride about her military background. Jaune chuckled in good nature as he reapproached with a steaming mug of Atlesian brand coffee.

Jaune casually took a long sip of the piping hot drink of his, not even flinching at the almost scolding sensation that should have burned his mouth, but being a human with the ability to breath fire, you do learn a few things or two.

"Last night was quite a blur for me, do you mind giving me a rundown of what transpired last night?" The specialist politely asked the dragon in disguise.

"Hmm. Well after Qrow and I visited his sister, we eventually headed off into Mantle for some grub and a drink or two, Qrows idea not mine," He lied, totally his idea, since he wanted to show Qrows apparent God-like liver the greatest that was Skyrim brewing. "Once we found a popular establishment, we went over a few details about my leaving, after an hour or so, you showed up."

Very quickly the events of last night's debacle began to flood her mind.

"Yes I remember now!," Winter groaned. "That idiotic drunkard called me down asking for transport back, yet against my better judgement you," Pointing a slightly aggitated finger in Jaunes direction. "Managed to coerce me into having one to many drinks and we began to… have a good time." She finished blushing, recalling the pleasurable experience she had last night.

"Well if it's any comfort I pleaded for the little birdy to keep you out of it." Jaune rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

Releasing a long sigh she ran through her out of focus memories and her usual experiences with Qrow that she completely knew it was his idea to call herself. "I do Jaune, thank you."

After gathering her belongings and transferring her contact details to the mage, Winter Schnee left his quarters with a slight limp and seemed to leave with a kind smile which in turn caused Jaune to reply in kind.

Gathering any belongings around the room Jaune proceeded to change into a set of self crafted Stalhrim armor, the armor was light yet incredibly sturdy it was of rough light blue stony texture. Jaune wore the full set aside from the helm having no need to hide his features.

As the armor sat comfortably over his body, Jaune then selected three gold diamond rings containing two enchanted for each individual ring. The first glowed a light red and blue having the effect of greatly boosting Jaune natural healing factor whilst the secondary effect is so powerful it recharges his mana so fast it would appear as though after using a master level spell it would only take a few seconds rather than minutes.

The second ring contains an ability to resist Poison and Diseases of all kinds, despite it not being too flashy in comparison to other enchantments it still provided great defense against assassins and other cowardly fools thinking they could kill him like so.

The third ring was more of a sentimental one from his friend Serana after being friends for over 5 years, it provided fortifying his destruction spells with a large boost and greatly increasing his already massive amounts of stamina.

Taking a look in a portrait mirror near his bed Jaune looked at himself as he wore a melancholy smile, because by the Nine he missed everyone, above all his children the most knowing that no matter if he calls their names, no matter how many breakfasts he makes they won't come running.

Tears began to fall freely as he remembered all the time he spent with them it continued to break his heart further, but he swore to the Gods, his friends and family no matter what life throws his way to stand tall and be the dragon that inspires hope and bring calamity when said dragon is threatened.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, then taking a longing gaze at the image taken of his family, Nothing is going to stop me from returning to my family, the Pages may have claimed that his only way back was to bide his time, for now.

Knock Knock… The sound of knocking echoed through the room stirring Jaune from his thoughts as he approached.

Clicking open the door Jaune was greeted with a slightly sober Qrow Branwen leaning against the door frame.

"Hey kid ready whenever, pilots good and the ships been fully bad luck proofed thanks to the General, speaking of... he's wanting a word before you leave." The veteran huntsman informed the dragonborn.

"Sure thing." Jaune nodded along as he asked Qrow to lead the way.

After walking for a few minutes they reached a loading hanger filled to the brim with mechs and Atlesian style bullheads, returning his attention from the surroundings he narrowed in on Ironwood speaking to most likely the pilot for the escort back into Valean air space.

"- thank you as always Mathews for your service to Atlas." Jaune managed to catch as he got into hearing distance. Once Ironwood finished, Mathews saluted and made his way inside the Atlas storage carrier airship.

Turning around Ironwood wore his usual facial expression of neutrality not giving anything away.

"Ah, gentlemen glad to see you on time. The transport has been logged, fueled and ready for the voyage ahead." Ironwood then focused solely on Jaune. "Qrow if you would be kind enough to allow me to speak with Mister Arc privately that would be appreciated."

"Meh sure." He shrugged walking into the vessel.

"Mister Arc if you would," Raising his gloved hand directing Jaune to head in the direction to a more private area to speak.

"What can I do for you General?" Jaune asked, very curiously.

"Mister Arc I had heard of what transpired before your 'disappearance'," Jaune eyes narrowed intently watching the General carefully. "I had spoken to Headmaster Ozpin yesterday about the details and rather very disappointed in the lack of inaction taken, yet being patient pays off, a trial has been called." Jaune's eyes widened in disbelief.

"A trial? Really? I definitely guessed that they would eventually face some form of punishment but a legitimate trial is just, wow. What are the charges?"

Jaune's throat became very dry in that instance. For years being stranded on Nirn, Jaune imagined returning triumphantly bringing the justice that was owed, yet now it felt so unreal.

"If found guilty that is. If a verdict of guilty is met they would be charged with 'Attempted murder', 'Assault', 'Misuse of Weaponry', 'Misconduct of force' those are the main crimes that the trial shall be focusing on bringing to the light." Ironwood detailed to Jaune.

"What's the likelihood of anyone being convicted?" He had a solid hunch two of the seven would most definitely be able to avoid being prosecuted.

"With the evidence provided by Ozpin's surveillance systems, numerous testimonies of staff and students alike provide a very strong case that no matter what happens during the judgement, it's unlikely that most would be able to escape facing serious punishment."

"I highly doubt the Schnee's or Nikos's many sponsors would sit on their ass's as this goes down." Jaune said in a matter of fact tone. Getting a nod from Ironwood.

"Indeed. Jacques is likely to pour every resource into making sure the trial disappears altogether, however the trial has yet to be announced publicly meaning when the trial begins its unlikely he'll be able to react in time."

"And Nikos?"

"Pyrrha Nikos, unlikely to be given a very severe punishment however Ozpin has informed me that all students involved, despite how the trial will proceed, will be expelled. As penance for lack of action towards you and since he can't afford to have trigger happy delinquents running about able to escape justice. Were Huntsmen not Grimm in human skin." He firmly told Jaune, making the dragonborn feel very reassured about what will transpire.

'So RWBY is pretty much done for... Pyrrha, Ren and Nora too. Knowing Weiss's family they'll probably have the charges dropped since Vale can't anger the SDC cancelling trade in retaliation. Minstral will be pissed that their poster girl and champion's image will be forever tarnished. The Minstralean council would probably be salvaging that train wreck for years, the rest of them are probably done for since they never told me they had any connections of similar scale to the heiress and champion.'

Jaune mused giving himself a quick rundown of different ways a trial such as this will go down. Which caused a small smile to form, as no matter what miracles could be pulled off could the two teams get out of this unscathed.

"Thank you for informing me General. It is welcoming news to hear and my deepest gratitude for hosting me these few days." Jaune raised his hand in which Ironwood shook. "May we meet once more on a beautiful day such as this, farewell."

"Before you go Mister Arc this is my personal scroll number please contact me if you are in need of my services or find yourself in a bind, safe travels." Taking the slip of paper and pocketing it Jaune then walked onto the bullhead ramp before turning around giving a quick salute of the Imperial Empire as the ramp began to rise.

As the flight took off silence took over the ride for a couple of hours before Qrow got tired staring into his empty flask.

"So what did little ol' Ironwood want?" Turning to see Qrow laying across a couple seats since no one else appeared to be on the transport aside from them.

"A trial is being held apparently against your nieces, their team and my own." He said before taking a seat across from Qrow.

"Huh, go figure." He drawled sarcastically. "Listen kid I need a favor and it's a big ask but if you do this it would mean a lot. My family hasn't exactly been good to you but they're all I got, man look at me getting all emotional and crap." He laughed with very little humor.

Jaune kept quiet to allow his feathered friend in hiding to continue.

"Look Ruby and Yang lost their mom very young, before you ask Summer Rose was the mom to Yang not my sis. Anyway since then me and Tai looked after them the best we could, Ruby was a goody two shoes, full of energy, Yang passionate but no discipline-" That comment got a snort from Jaune interrupting him.

"Save me the speech Qrow, some people grow up without parents either one or both, life's cruel that'll never change. What those two did doesn't get a light slap on the wrist because of losing someone years ago, they should take responsibility." Jaune spoke with malice and justifiable claims.

During the years travelling Nirn he met many who had a story to tell above all he had kids himself who lost their real parents so he wasn't about to let this slide.

"They most definitely deserve to be held accountable, but don't you dare say that shit about Summer as if she was another parent lost in the gamble of life." Qrow said, matching Jaune's malicious tone. "Just I dunno be lenient I guess, they're all I got, that keeps me going."

"I'll see what I can do," He gritted through his teeth, damn him and his heart of gold. "But no promises because chances are my testimony and opinion may not even matter-!"

Suddenly the ship shook violently knocking Qrow out of his seat face planting on the floor!

"Grimm, Classification storm Beta of Griffins currently at 12 o'clock taking evasive maneuvers, hold tight gentlemen!"

'That's not good, just my luck.' Qrow thought as he got himself up making his way to the back of the ship to take a look, Jaune slightly behind. Once he found a window looking out with a view of the Grimm he noticed the mother of all Grimm hordes currently tailing them.

"Well shit! Kid, strap in we've got company!" He yelled back to Jaune who was standing in earshot distance.

Qrow takes another look towards the swarm and notices something even worse than a Grimm ambush… Tyrian Callows was riding on top of the second biggest Griffin he has ever had the displeasure of seeing.

The transport rocked back and forth again as a Griffin was tearing into the hull whilst others tore away at the roof, cursing loudly once again Qrow hit the comm system to the pilot.

"Dive now! We have to shake these things or there's no aircraft left, NOW!" Qrow ordered as he tried to keep himself standing as the transport shook violently as he spoke.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Came the voice of the pilot. Not long after the airship dived as Qrow and Jaune held on to whatever was nailed down.

On the outside most of the Grimm's talons which latched onto the hull and roof began to disappear the further they dived from the sky, however the Griffin which was still hanging onto the back managed to tear a large jagged hole big enough to-

"Son of a bitchhh!" Jaune screamed as the screws of the seat he was latching to 'magically' loosened. Followed by Jaune launching out of the dust fueled ship.

Currently Jaune was in freefall cursing every daedric prince with very… vulgar words, even the writer refused to use… still hilarious though! A very loud screech was heard as it began closing in on the falling Arc rapidly.

Swinging his body around with his back to the ground which would reach him in a matter of minutes he noticed a very, very large Griffon beak wide as it tried to scoop up the man falling to death.

That's when a plan formulated.

'Wait for it, wait for it…' He repeated in a mantra. 'NOW!'

"Feim!" He yelled in the foreign tongue of dragons turning into a spectral form passing effortlessly through the on coming Grimm, exiting out the back Jaune conjured two bound blades digging into the Griffon's back achieving minor control of steering the beast of darkness to the ground at a slower rate than freefalling previously.

With a loud crash of earth, forestry and all else that was in the way of the collision course of the Griffon.

Not wasting a beat Jaune released his grip, followed by a quick dash to the beasts head wrapping it up in a headlock as it thrashed around violently, Jaune's muscles bulged as he kept the behemoth in place with some difficulty only until-

CRACK!

-the Grimms thrashing came to an almighty stop as the body went limp as black specs began to traverse into the air at the death of the large Griffon. Noticing this Jaune unlocked his arms from the neck.

Quickly checking himself over to observe if he sustained any injuries from the fall and crash. Only seeing his equipment covered in earth and stains from nature, brushing it off whilst observing his location Jaune was surrounded by slightly snowy covered forest, so judging by the scenery Jaune concluded they must have been somewhere on the continent of Mistral, which begged the question. How did they seem to be so distant from their intended destination?

Jaune was snapped out of his thoughts due to the distinct flapping of large wings with an unusual cackle of madness out of sight.

Facing skyward 5 greatly sized griffons landed in a circular pattern around him, once their large legs fully touched the ground with a thump whilst the wings of the beasts flung dirt clouds with Jaune in kind raising a hand to not allow for it to irritate his eyes.

Once he felt the grimm stopping the spreading of dirt clouds, the dragonborn lowered his hand only to be met with a new presence which sent a minor, insignificant chill down his muscular refined back.

Unknown to the identity of the mysterious man- he was clearly male from his body structure and lack of assets which would be notably found on a person of the female persuasion.

Standing across from Jaune was one of the notorious killers Remnant has ever had the displeasure of having, Tyrian Callows.

Tyrian wore his regular clothing with the exception of a brown tail coat hiding his faunus feature as a trump card in case a situation arises for it to be used.

"Heheheh, a pleasure to finally meet you, Jaune Arc. I am Tyrian, my Goddesses most loyal servant," As he introduced himself he did a slight bow, boasting his position but Jaune had no intention of indulging this man. "I'm here with an invitation on behalf of my Goddess Salem, with the intention for you to join her side and bring Remnant to its knees." Tyrian spoke with the utmost awe in his voice when speaking of his 'Goddess'.

Jaune stared for several moments of silence at the faunus, showing no facial expressions as he was lost in his thoughts. "Unfortunately I'm not interested in meeting any more 'Goddesses' in this lifetime, plus not really into the whole cult angle you seem to be going for," That caused Tyrian to scowl at the Arc. "So how about you take your little pets here and get lost before your 'Goddess' has to find a new 'most loyal servant'." He said, mocking the madman, Tyrian grinded his teeth together before he smiled in a way that reminded Jaune of Cicero.

"That is regrettable, but Salem still wishes for you to speak with her so now we get to have some… Fun!" Tyrian sprung into action, his wrist blades drawn aiming at the Dragonborns neck to slash it, unaware of the lack of aura that Jaune does not possess.

"Tiid Klo Ul!" Once the Thu'um left his throat everything slowed to the pace of a snail, the Grimm which began to follow Tyrian were like statues, Tyrian was roughly over a metre away from Jaune.

Jaune who was still slow but moving at a level above all of reality, casting 'Dragonhide' covering him with a light blue glow which acts as an artificial aura created via magic from the Alteration school. Acting fast despite the reality altering shout slowing him down, Jaune summoned a bound War Axe, followed up by using said weapon to strike Tyrian in the ribs launching him into the air in slow motion.

The axe wielder then proceeded to decapitate the helpless Griffons under the effects of 'Slow Time'. After slaying the last of them Jaune began to notice his shout was beginning to lose its full effect, he then got into a defensive stance axe held firmly in both hands.

"Come on, Tyrian. What happened to having that so-called 'Fun', because right now I feel cheated." Jaune mocked his opponent. Tyrian acrobatically spun on the ground before landing back on his feet giving an all too familiar scowl once he saw the Grimm, that were gifted to him by his Goddess torn to shreds by this heretic.

Without exchanging any dialogue Tyrian launched once more towards the blue armored warrior peppering him with numerous shots from his weapons before he came into range to shred this mockery to his Goddess's grace.

Not at all bothered by the bullets impacting him, due to the rare stalheim armour and dragonhide spell, Jaune patiently waited for the crazed assassin to get close enough for him to utilize his war axe. Tyrian and Jaune clashed, blades meeting axe as they made contact sounds of metal on metal rang throughout the forest.

Jaune despite his large body and muscular weight kept pace with Tyrian as they weaved in and around tree's, matching each other flawlessly in combat as they traded slash after slash neither slowing down in the process.

With a mighty roar Jaune swung the bounded weapon with a low swing in a diagonal upward motion, Tyrian raised both arms to intercept, however Jaune was counting on that standard reaction, as the axe swept Tyrian arms into the air leaving his chest exposed and that was all the Arc needed as he called forth the magic of the destruction school sending a fiery explosive ball at point blank range.

With a loud 'BOOM' Tyrian flew into a tree tearing it apart on impact, his aura shattered after a moment later as he fell to his knees breathing heavily most likely winded despite the fact any regular person without aura would be ash at the time.

Taking a step forward was followed by a sharp pain, specifically located in his left side, the flesh had been cut cleanly despite that he definitely knew he received no direct attacks from Tyrian wrist blades which begged the question. How?

Thanks to his faunus advantages such as slightly enhanced hearing, not on the level of a cat or rabbit faunus but still good enough to hear the slight sharp intake of breath that came from the dragonborn, he began to laugh only to come out as slow wheezes.

Despite his best efforts to deny this fact, Maidens were in fact tough bitches to gut, and with the footage he watched thanks to that annoying Watt's hacking into Ironwood's private server and what the Seer Grimm viewed during the glorious slaughtering of the Bandit tribes. He knew a straight up clash wouldn't be ideal but so would a range battle either, so using his venomous tail and semblance was his plan from the start.

"*Wheeze* That pretty wound you got there-" Tyrian spoke in a gleeful manner getting the Warriors attention as he continued. "- Is coated in poison which will kill you *Wheeze* in less than a few days. However, I possess an antidote to counteract its effects. Either you come with me or you die screaming in agony as the poison kills you, oh, so, slowly, heheHAHAHA!"

Tyrian knew from where he ordered the attack against the transport that the closest settlement of any kind with the ability to give the guy a fighting chance was over a weeks travel on foot and CCT signal didn't reach this far unless you possessed a signal booster.

I mean that's what Tyrian would like to admit but Watt's was the one to commit himself into this idea as the scorpion faunus was more the battle type not the mastermind type for operations such as this.

Despite that this plan was rather simplistic, yet clever nonetheless, relied solely on Jaune not being able to counteract the poison, which was currently flowing out of his wound as his enchanted equipment purged the vile substance from the inflicted injury.

"Sorry to disappoint asshole, this probably would have worked," Whilst speaking Jaune strode towards Tyrian radiating killing intent in droves, as he kept his impassive face as he got closer. "Unlucky for you though, if you face a man who has accumulated 1,275 different assassinations/kidnapping requests using some form of poison or paralytic agent alone,"

Once Jaune stated that little clue into his lifestyle outside the realm of Remnant. Tyrian finally noticed, the poison was exiting his body as a slight green energy radiated from the sting of his tail. "Well that man eventually catches onto maybe, taking some… precautions." Flashing a predatory grin as he waved a particular ring glowing the same shade of green, that the energy coming from the injury was producing.

Tyrian paled gradually, before breaking into hysterics as he realised that he failed, he failed his Goddess.

With Jaune's enhanced senses of The Beast flowing through his blood, he heard the faunus muttering over about failing some deity once again, yet now that he thought about it, this Salem he spoke of Ironwood did mention it when he thought Jaune was out of hearing range.

Using the bound weapon still in his hands Jaune slid it underneath Tyrian's chin lifting it up to have eye contact between the two. "Tell me, Tyrian, I understand your mission as clear as the sky... Yet it eludes me as to why you claim this woman to be some Goddess? Even with my little knowledge about Remnants history, Salem is not one I am familiar with, what is she too shy or something?" He joked, getting a glare from the maniacal man.

Sighing loudly Jaune raised his weapon in both hands to strike down the man as he was rather loyal to this woman.

Despite his resolve to take the head of this man, Jaune wavered in his action as he felt a distant 'thing' approaching, turning in the supposed direction, what eventually revealed itself was some kind floating red glass ball, with red tentacles. The dragonborn honestly for a moment lamented this creature to be the spawn to be Mora's but then swiftly crossed that idea away not wanting to think about Mora, 'procreating'. Jaune gagged internally at the thought.

Behind the 'thing' was creatures he did recognize, two Alpha beowolves dragging along a familiar figure.

'So they managed to get you, Qrow. Dammit…' He muttered dryly not liking this situation.

The 'thing' floated forward getting very close but Jaune held his ground. A skeever felt more intimidating than this fettish looking grimm. From the creature it strangely began to convulse, then cracking followed by the tentacles retreating into the supposed main body before falling to the ground causing more cracks to appear.

"G-get, out of he-here *cough* kid…" Qrow wheezed out slightly before the grimm Alpha's lowered it claws at his throat.

As the veteran spoke, the broken grimm began to release a thick dark mist, not bothering to cover his face in an attempt to block what might possibly be airborne poison, Jaune had an eyebrow raised at the curious event playing before him.

Soon a visage of an ashen skinned woman or in the form of a woman using the black mist as some form of dress, truthfully Jaune was still making heads or tails or what was going on… "Jaune Arc, of Beacon Academy, slayer of the Spring Maiden… and wielder of Magic." Came a sultry slow voice, which eerily reminded the Dragonborn of some Daedric princes.

"You have your information muddled there, whoever you might be but it's, Jaune Arc, crippler of the Spring Maiden, and yes I do possess Magic, What of it, Witch?" He asked the Queen of Grimm. In the background he could hear Tyrian say somethings about 'Insolence' and 'disrespect'.

"My, my, truly you do not feel fear towards, do you, mortal?" In response to the question Jaune simply shrugged. "How, interesting. My name is Salem, Queen of the Grimm and you are someone I wish to have by my side." Jaune furrowed his brow at all of which 'she' proclaimed.

"A Queen of the Grimm, huh? So you do exist and I thought you were just some false being used to incite psycho's like your 'Champion' over there into some cult." Once the mention of the cult Salem chuckled slightly with a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Sorry to say, I serve no false Gods/Goddesses, and if you think of threatening me into servitude with the promise of sparing the life of that man, remember I also hold this man's life too." Jaune then proceeded to strangle Tyrian and lift him off to the side as the two sides continued to converse.

"That is very true, it would seem we are at an impasse, dear Tyrian is still very vital to what I have planned for this doomed world. A trade is in order, hmm?" Suggested the Queen of darkness.

"I agree, but I would like to understand specifically why you decided to send a crazy assassin to recruit me, a smart individual would have done anything but that?" Jaune squeezed tighter on the throat of the faunus to reiterate.

"Sigh~ The implications are not lost to me, however I usually get that which I desire, sometimes it may take days, weeks or more likely centuries, afterall I am eternal." She spoke menacingly, and proved the point of her being some ancient species, possibly the first ever human-grimm.

"From the way you speak, and how you seem to have this very patient vibe I can believe that you may have lived for a very long time… but you are no Goddess." The dragonborn said matter of factly. "I've met Gods, Goddesses before and you don't give off the same energy."

Now that statement got a visible reaction out of everyone, Tyrian simply tried to choke out something such as 'Heretic', whilst Qrow's jaw was agape at that little bit of information. Salem however flinched ever so slightly at the very truthful statement made by the dragonborn before her, the way he spoke in a tone of melancholy and disrespect solidified that.

"So you have met the brother Gods, did they befall you with this power to wield magic of old?" She asked neutrally but inside her mindscape she was dry heaving at the possible chance that they were making a comeback.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Do not mess with me boy! This is serious, if the Gods came to you and bestowed you this power they have likely cursed you in the process, I can help you, together we can bring this world to its knees!"

"Kid I have no idea the hell you're spouting but don't listen-!" Qrow piped up before Salem levelled a chilling glare towards the man, who then found it hard to breathe clearly.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I am no cursed one…" Suddenly the wind began to pick up unexpectedly as Jaune dropped an unconscious barely breathing Tyrian with a 'THUD' as he got closer to the image of Salem.

With each step began to fill Salem with a very foreign emotion… Fear. A fear of a mortal for the first time since her eternal journey began.

"... I am neither Human nor Faunus…" Another step closer.

"... I am that which slayed the World Eater, Alduin…" At the mention of that name it felt as though the entire world shook, even Salem felt it despite being on an entire different continent.

"... I am that who slayed his corrupted kin, Miraak, in the realm of nightmares…" The mention of that man caused a dark chuckle to come from everywhere, a chuckle that felt even more ancient than Salem, it felt as though over a million eyeballs were slithering over her visage.

"... Slayer of Harkon and a destroyer of the great prophecy…" Another step.

"... I am a warrior…" The world rumbled.

"... I am a Mage…" The sky quaked.

"... I am a Thief…" The shadows grew menacingly larger.

"... A cold blooded Assassin to some, A Beast that howls among its Companions, A gatherer of dangerous relics, An Adventurer… and Pretty damn good Father!..." Salem involuntarily took a step back, the Grimm whimpered as they began to see a visage of something they would never risk angering, and unfortunately they already did that.

"... I am that which stands between Mortals and divinity…" Another step.

"... I am that which strikes fear into anything which can mutter my name…" Another step.

"... Slayer of over a thousand Dragons, devourer of dragon souls…" Multiple roars seemed to be heard as images of large ungodly, reptilian beasts seemed to howl behind the approaching Arc.

"... I am Dovahkiin, Dragonborn!" Now the world actually did shake uncontrollably at his raise in voice, then finally Jaune Arc the Dragonborn, stood before Salem almost touching.

"Boo." Once he said that five things happened simultaneous, one, Salem ended her demonic like call, two, The Grimm holding Qrow ran, with their tails between their legs, three, Qrow pissed himself as if he told the devil to go fuck himself and live. Four, standing behind Jaune was a spiritual army of all the dragons that he slayed began to disappear and finally, five, the transport in which he fell out of looking like it had seen better days hovered above.

Walking back to the unconscious Tyrian, a passive facial expression displayed despite everything that transpired almost as if this was a natural occurrence in his life. Freezing his mouth, arms and legs together in large blocks of ice before proceeding to put him into a fireman's carry over his broad shoulder.

"You alright there, Qrow, do you need me to carry you too?" He joked, Qrow simply laughed for a solid minute like a madman.

"You, you, you just scared the motherfucking QUEEN OF THE GRIMM, into running away, the fuck are you!?" He yelled incredulously, this guy was some Scrawny Kid only a few days ago, now he was someone that gave off the impression he was no kid who stumbled among the secret of magic but possibly a literal God!

Silence took over the forest as Jaune stared into the hysterical and fearful eyes of Qrow Branwen.

"I am the Dovahkiin, that's all you'll get to know for now, come on we have a Bullhead to catch." Just like that Jaune left the urine covered man to stare at his back as he continued into the distance towards the Bullhead…

To be continued in: Chapter 7, Law & Order.

Guess who's back?

It ain't me. Or is it? Bahahaha.

Anyway thanks to the continued support I'm getting, currently brainstorming a Fallout x Rwby story- Jaune Arc as the Sole Survivor. Plot is the Pages stop by in the Wasteland and offer a task to rescue Summer Rose, then transport her to the future.