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The White Fang Gala: It was a one-time event in Mistral where all types of people from different backgrounds were reuniting to celebrate unification.

You don't see rich and poor drinking separately; you see former business partners seeing each other in the eyes after years. You don't see an older man who was annoyed by his lousy much younger neighbor as they discover how much they had in common, despite the generational gap. You don't see a somewhat hostile ex-couple, but childhood friends whose bond fell apart over time, making amends. And just like that, what people feared days ago about Haven's Invasion turned into a triumph.

"This turned out far more impressive than what I could ever imagine." Ghira admired the ambient as he held a liquor glass while hugging Kali on his side.

"I know we should thank our sponsor for this," she replied, smiling. A man in a white suit and gull wings walked towards the Chief of Menagerie from behind them. He seemed confidant.

"I hope this event leaves you with satisfying results." The Gull Faunus asked the couple.

"Hey, glad you came." Ghira said as he shook hands with the fellow Faunus. "Dear, this is Anton Belyy. He works for our sponsor."

"Oh, my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Belyy." Kali greeted.

"No, it is my pleasure and an honor to meet the Chief's beautiful wife." Belyy gently shook her hand. "I hope the staff did a great job for you and this gala."

"They did a wonderful job. I never thought to see something like this big except in Atlas." Ghira complimented as he rose his glass.

"Glad to hear it. Don Leone did everything to make sure that everyone could enjoy it."

"Don Leone?" Kali looked confused.

"My employer." Belyy replied.

"Oh, I remember that my husband mentioned once during the preparations. Speaking of which, did he attend as well?"

"Sadly, he couldn't come as he needed to deal with important business due to long his absence. So, I'm here in his stead, making sure the gala runs smoothly."

"Well, you can give our thanks to him." Ghira said as their glasses clinked. "We should toast in his name!" And thus, one more event for White Fang's History books.

The party gave the ambient so bring that people could mind their own business. Many conversations. No stranger that one could encounter unique individuals. For better or for worse.

Far on the main floor, closer to the kitchen, three distinctive Faunus were standing closer to the snacks table. The fattest one with pig ears was stuffing himself with half of the food on the table with questionable manners. "Mhhhhh… so good and plenty…" He spilled some of the food from one plate after another.

"Would you behave yourself, DC!? You are giving a bad image towards ourselves!" The shortest one with boar tusk angrily said to the fat Faunus.

"I don't think he hears you, Zhuan. His mess makes me sick like this floor. So dirty, geez, I would need so much disinfectant, and napkins to clean those forks." The third one with average height and pig nose said with disgust as he used a handkerchief to touch anything, paranoiac of what he believes were germs.

"Like you are anything better, Bang." Zhuan flickered his finger by hitting Bang's nose.

"Owww!" Bang covered his nose in pain.

"Did you forget Boss was at least kind enough to invite us to this event? I don't want you, pair of porkchop-brained idiots, to cause a scene tonight." Zhuan sighed before taking a sip of his glass.

"Yo! Garcon!" DC yelled as he finished the plate of sushi. "Could you bring me more of that funny ham rolls and gravy?" A waiter approached him with more glasses of wine on a silver-plated tray.

"Would you like cheese to include with the ham rolls?" Diamo, who acted cool-headed as usual, asked the bigger Faunus.

"Really? Yes, please!" DC's voice full of enthusiasm was enough to make Zhuan pinch him on the arms for his behavior.

Diamo started to pick all the empty plates and glasses to carry them back to the kitchen. He stood firmly and focused on his job. Fast and efficient when someone gives him the task. He put them on the dishwashers before picking up more drinks and fancy snacks for the rest of the guests.

"Do you think you can handle it, boy?" Sheldon asked as he prepared more food.

"Nothing too complex, just following the routine." Diamo said he orderly put the orders on the plate.

"Heh, just like the perfect model employee. Am I right, Dana?" The turtle Faunus said with a smug.

"Oh, knock it off, Shelly…" Dana, unamusingly, said as she washed her hands. "Well, at least Tod is giving me an easy time since now I don't have to worry about Nori yelling me during work."

"He still yelling you, but just a little less." Sheldon was done with the food, passing it towards the waitress. "You know the drill."

"Yeah, yeah…" Dana started to carry the orders with both hands, in a less professional manner. She couldn't remember the last time she had enough sleep since they began preparations. Among the things in her mind were between hoping the party to be over already and probably something more entertaining to happen.

She could only see the guests talking while wearing luxurious and expensive clothes. She looked at her hair and outfit. It was a shame that Dana couldn't afford something better. Then again, dresses were inconvenient to move and snatch, anyway.

Of course, at least there's always something to be happy about.

"Dana!" A chipper voice came from behind. Dana felt someone hugging her around the hips' level with a warm sensation.

"Hey, Alexandrite." The waitress greeted as she saw the little girl with long bushy hair and lion ears. "What a surprise seeing you here."

"I know!" The little girl wouldn't stop hopping with excitement. "Guess what, Dana? Grandpa is back!"

"Yeah, I heard it somewhere. I'm glad, though." The waitress looked around as something felt odd. "Are you by yourself?"

"No, Mr. Belyy brought me here, but he is with boring adult talk. So, I asked him to go and play with you."

"Oh…" Dana didn't seem happy to hear that. "Alexandrite, please, don't wander off by yourself, much less in crowded places." The waitress said as she kneeled while looking directly at the little girl's eyes.

"But I'm bored! I wanna dance with you!" Alexandrite wouldn't stop hopping, almost starting to throw a tantrum.

"I know, but I'm working at the moment," Dana said, something that she never thought would ever say in her life. "You can tag along while working. We can dance when I'm free."

"Yay! Thanks!" The little girl began following Dana around the party.

Dana tried her best to ignore the gossip as the rich people were annoying to listen between the drinks and snacks. Among those guests, there was a fat man with a ridiculous haircut that looked like half of a yellow circle with nothing else around but his pale skin. Said man was surrounded by more aristocrats who laughed at their poorly told jokes.

"And he said to me, 'yer gabbing me by the peanuts, too bad it was for nuttin' before replying that he that was nuts." The people laughed once again while that man gave a proud smug. However, the only one didn't laugh. A bald man with a goatee, a nose ring, and shades stood behind the group with the folded arms. He probably acted as some bodyguard due to how stiff he worked without leaving his position.

"What are you looking at?" He said towards a person who was passing by.

"Nothing!" One of the guests ran off in fear due to the bodyguard's intimidating appearance.

"Aww, come on, Dolomite. He hasn't done anything." The obese man called his bodyguard.

"My apologies, Mr. Yolk. Just doing a job," the bald man named Dolomite replied with a stern yet formal tone towards his employer.

"This ain't time to work, y'know? Why don't you go somewhere, have a drink, talk to a girl, get some fun for a change."

"But…"

"Consider this as paying hours. Get yourself a mixed drink from that bartender there," Mr. Yolk said, pointing at Little Nori at the bar. Dolomite didn't say anything as he obeyed by walking straight up there and ordering a drink, as his employer told him to do so.

"What can I offer you, sir?" Nori asked the bodyguard.

"Orange juice."

"Orange juice? Don't you want something like a Screwdriver or else?"

"I'm on working hours. Also, I would like orange slices, too."

"Suit yourself…" Nori said with confusion. He poured a glass and added orange slices while Dolomite pulled a handkerchief and began to clean his shades. The bodyguard calmly drank his glass of juice. Too noisy, he thought. Dolomite preferred to be in his thoughts and keeping an eye on his employer.

"Hey, give something strong!" Quinn came from Dolomite's left to call the bartender.

"How exactly 'strong' you want your drink?" Nori asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why would I care? Anything is fine as long as no sugar in it." The brutish man said in an impatient tone. Nori shrugged as he started pouring a whiskey on the rocks.

"Here, enjoy it," the bartender said before walking away to attend to other guests, leaving Dolomite and Quinn alone.

The big guy started drinking the whiskey in one sitting. He didn't seem satisfied after finishing his glass in less than ten seconds. "Dammit, still not enough…" Quinn begrudged. He left the bar to look for more intel as he walked while avoiding contact with people. He could only hear from smaller groups since the party had enough music that made it hard to eardrop. Some of the guests were aware of his presence that kept their distance from the big guy. "Stupid cowards…"

"Yo, Quinn! Any luck?" Ace walked from behind in his cheery mood, much to Quinn's annoyance.

"Nada. Should've known better." Quinn sighed. "What about you? Bet you got something, or just wandering off as always."

"Bold to assume I didn't do research." Ace smirked.

"Oh? Then, what you got?"

"Well, some here and there, could be rumors, could be just bits and pieces of information. Catch my drift?"

"Yeah, I understand," Quinn nodded. He grabbed Ace's shoulder in a rough manner that could damage his Aura. "You got jack-squat. Am I wrong?"

"I… err, I wouldn't say that. It's just-oww!" The jovial guy got a crushing feeling on his shoulder.

"Are you seriously doing it in purpose? Because I start to wonder if you truly felt to end up in an Atlesian jail for our next vacation stop." Quinn murmured close to Ace's ear with a furious tone without losing his composure.

"Chill it, dude! Not my fault that either people don't know or even care about any of that info."

"I starting to think about coming here was a bad idea..." The big guy released his teammate's shoulder as he lost his patience. "Our only hope is if either Jack or Four-Eyes got something good, or we can say goodbye to our peace."

"It's not too late. The night is still young, and we probably didn't cover half of this."

"Oh yeah? Then, what's your plan?"

"Just walk and look for the local celebrity that crosses in my way, hoping that might know."

"Good fricking luck with that. After we are done, I want to ditch this place ASAP," Quinn said. He turned around and went towards another group of people, leaving Ace alone.

"Alright, where do I keep going…?" He looked carefully at the guests from a safe distance. While he found cute girls, they didn't like to talk about Atlas folks. The elderly could barely focus on the topic as they get easily sidetracked. Tough choices. "Alright, who can be useful for small talk?" He asked himself until he saw a pair of twins at a distance. One wore a red dress while the other had a white. "Well, hello? What do we have here? Time to work my charm!" Ace said while trying to look at himself with a spoon's reflection. He seemed presentable enough. He walked at the music's rhythm, hoping to bring them enough mood to dance and talk with ease. Of course, he can get easily distracted by girls. "Whoa!" He trips by someone's tail.

"Sorry, dude! Are you alright?" The Faunus apologized to Ace.

"It's alright. I just didn't see where I was… huh?" As the jovial guy saw the Faunus closer, he seemed like a man in his mid-twenties. He had a white tiger's traits as his tail and hair had black stripes. Much to Ace's surprise, he recognized this person. "Are you Hue Yin?"

"Oh? A fan, I assume," the Faunus said.

"Holy Crap! I can't believe I'm talking with Hue Yin himself!" Ace stood up with incredible speed with excitement. "I can't believe I tripped by Hue Yin's tail!"

"Thanks?" The Faunus gave a confused expression.

"Whoops, sorry… I got too carried away," Ace said, trying to behave himself. "Oh boy, I have always been a fan since your debut from five years ago in the Mitral Bike Rally!"

"Well, that's flattering. Never been easy at reaching recognition on so little time," Hue chuckled.

"When you did that huge jump on the race's last few moments before the finishing line. That was awesomely crazy doing that kind of stunt! It was like WHOOSH!"

"Oh yeah. Not gonna lie, I had goosebumps to the point that my life flashes before my eyes," the racer recalled; not many people would. "Although I feel that last year was particularly exceptional as well."

"You think? Honestly, I missed that one."

"Isn't it? Why?" Hue asked.

"Let's say that I was pretty busy around that time," Ace said, giving a weak smile, as he preferred to spare the details. "By the way, are you ready for this year?"

"I am, but I would prefer training instead of being here," Hue sighed.

"Not a fan of parties?"

"Nah, my sponsor invited my agent and I. Well, at least the music is great."

"Totally!" Ace meeting his favorite racer was one of the most exceptional experiences in his life. Unexpected, yet worth it. The only shame is that he lost sight of the beautiful twins. "It was an honor to meet you."

"Same, I hope you don't miss this incoming race." The racer said goodbye to the jovial guys as they continued to enjoy the party. However, Ace stopped himself as something crossed his mind.

"Why I have the feeling I should've…? Oh, brother, I forgot to ask!" Ace facepalmed himself, desperately rushing around to the floor to look for more intel. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Jack.

It was almost ten o'clock. The event already reached its highest point. The music began to change into a classier song. It was evident that it was time for a ball dance. People with class and young age know of the usual time at such parties.

Ozpin was no stranger to that.

"I suppose you should start learning how to dance. Don't you agree?" The voice within Oscar's head asked.

"I don't think it would be necessary." The farm boy said hesitantly.

"Don't worry. You could ask any of the girls of Team RWBY to teach you how to dance. However, that might be somewhat difficult due to your height difference with theirs."

"Please, don't." Oscar kept objecting as he took a sip of fruit punch juice. It contained no alcohol.

"Well, if that's what you want. But remember that I can still guide you on the steps." Ozpin remained quiet while looking at the rest of the party through Oscar's eyes as ever.

For Oscar, he would never think of being in the Kingdom's capital in a high-class party when the last few months he spent helping the farm day and night. The only thing he could say was that things escalated quickly.

"Hey." Ruby smiled as she approached Oscar from his left. "How's the party?"

"I don't know, still trying to process it."

"What about you, Professor Ozpin?" Ruby asked. Oscar's eyes began to glow with unnatural colors. His expression shifted to a more serious and mature.

"Quite vivid, Miss Rose. Glad that everything turned out for the best after our battle from days ago." Ozpin spoke through the farm boy with his usual formal tone. "But from what I can see in your face, you don't seem eager of tonight."

"The last time I tried to enjoy a party like this was at Beacon." Ruby put a gloomy face.

"Ah, yes… I know what you mean." Ozpin knew precisely what the girl was talking about. Not the best memory of what night led to.

"The only time I tried to play the hero. Heh, now that I think about it, that was a childish thing to do." Ruby chuckled but still couldn't smile properly.

"Don't blame yourself. It was a natural reaction due to your sense of justice, which of course, speaks a lot of you." Ozpin's wise words gave some self-reassurance to the girl in red. "If I remember correctly, James praised you for doing so. That helped us a lot back then, even if that was for a brief period."

"But I don't know if that was the right call."

"A lot of people make mistakes despite doing what is right. You could ask Oscar."

"Oscar? About what exactly?" Ruby asked. Ozpin's glowing eyes faded away, going back to Oscar's mind without warning.

"Huh? Oh… Is it really necessary to tell that story?" Oscar asked with a confused expression.

"I think it could serve as a good example."

"If you say so." Oscar sighed. "As what Ozpin said, we make mistakes even for good. Like the one time, I tried to catch the horses that escape from the stable."

"And then?" Ruby asked.

"I… decided to jump from the second floor to stop them." Oscar looked away from embarrassment.

"Are you serious? That sounds crazy." Ruby chuckled.

"Well, I did out of reaction. I got hurt, though, but it wasn't too bad at least despite not unlocking my Aura yet."

"I'm glad that you were alright." Ruby's mood began to lighten up. "I feel better. Do you wanna do something?"

"Probably get more fruit punch." Oscar said as he looked at his empty glass.

"Alright, let's get some…" However, before Ruby could say more, her Scroll vibrated. A text from Weiss.

Get upstairs. I must talk about something important to you and the rest of the team.

The message said that Ruby could almost hear Weiss' voice in her mind in the same demanding tone.

"Oh, umm, sorry, but I must go. My team is calling." Ruby said as she put her Scroll away. "I will see you later."

"Yeah, see ya." Ruby handwaved as she walked across the room. The crowd was enough to leave little room to pass by. She moved cautiously, not pushing people on her way as she couldn't orient herself where the stairs were.

After making one step after another, she began to slip. She tried to regain her balance, but

Incidentally, pushed Dana, who was next to her, by accident. The waitress almost dropped the glasses with the expensive drinks to the floor but reacted quickly to caught them without letting a single drop spilled.

"I'm sorry!" Ruby apologized to Dana.

"Nah, it is fine. Nothing is broken, yet." Dana casually said as she continued to give drinks to the guests. "Oh, do you want a glass?"

"I can't take, I'm underage." Ruby politely rejected the offer.

"Okay, not that anyone would care in this party, anyway." Dana shrugged. The girl in red could only think how odd that waitress was. People of Mistral, she thought.

Ruby finally reached the stairs, but walking on heels was always uncomfortable. She looked at the second floor to see where Weiss was, as she never stated in her text. Ruby looked at the first floor, seeing how people enjoyed the night like no tomorrow. Even in times of joy, deep down, she felt that there's still a lot more work to do.

"Ruby! Over here!" Weiss yelled across the corridor, standing outside of one of the classrooms from Haven. Ruby walked towards her teammate, who seemed impatient. "What took you so long?" Weiss asked with folded arms.

"Too many people…"

"In any case, we must talk."

"What about Blake and Yang?" Ruby asked.

"They are already inside, but of course, they are sitting on opposite sides of the room." And Weiss wasn't exaggerating. As soon they opened the door, Ruby saw her sister and her partner sitting at a significant distance from each other apart, accompanied by an awkward silence.

"So, what exactly you want to talk about?" Blake was the first of the two to speak. Weiss didn't reply as she pulled her Scroll and started sending articles from Atlas News Network dated back two years ago. Usually, it wouldn't be possible since they didn't have connections for other kingdoms. Still, Weiss had to extract from what Mistral had archived.

'THE FIRST-YEAR TEAM OF ATLAS ACADEMY INVOLVED IN TERRORIST AFFAIR.' That was what the header from one of the articles said. It brought Team RWBY's attention as some of the pictures showed the face of General Ironwood, Winter, and another man, which they didn't recognize before.

"What's with all this?" Yang asked.

"All this, this about Team JAQK," Weiss said, with a severe tone.

"Team JAQK?" Ruby said with puzzling eyes.

"You can say they are a group of troublemakers." Weiss replied as she kept sending more articles.

"When did you get all this?" Blake asked while reading some of the articles.

"Yesterday, right after I was done looking for a dress with Yang." Weiss covered her mouth as she yawned. "I had to sacrifice hours of sleep to get all this information. But needed to be with you to talk about this."

"Have you told to my uncle or Ozpin? Or Jaune and his team?" Ruby kept doing questions since it was odd for Weiss to be secretive about topics.

"No, I was planning to after the party. But you needed to be the first ones before taking action."

"And for what reason are you suspecting of them?" Blake said, concerned about what's precisely happening until one of the pictures she saw was one of Sher's Wood's waiters. "Wait a moment. I know this guy."

"What the…? I remember those guys from the clothing store." Yang pointed at another picture. "Okay, this is weird."

"That's why. I don't have any idea for what reason those guys are doing at Mistral. I remember Winter complaining about dealing with undisciplined students before I could attend Beacon. One of them is the son of Colonel of Atlas, Roi Clover."

"The Colonel? I never heard of him." Blake said.

"Not surprising, since he is a very private person as General Ironwood has a bigger presence in public than him. But let's not get sidetracked with that. What I mean is, a bunch of ruffians are in this city and can't get exactly of what!"

"I'm not sure. But we definitely should discuss with the others." Yang said determined, but Ruby didn't seem convinced.

She began to read the articles thoroughly. Even if it was a hunch, they didn't seem like the kind of people causing trouble without reason. For sure, their appearances weren't friendly, but one shouldn't judge without context. Even the articles didn't elaborate what those "Terrorist Affair" meant other than fighting without Atlas' authorization. Ruby was lost in thought.

"Hey." Yang called her sister, who couldn't stop staring at her Scroll.

"Huh?"

"Are you alright?"

"No, no, it is fine… I was wondering if it is necessary to worry about all this." The rest of her team gave estranged looks at Ruby.

"What do you mean by 'if it is necessary,' sis?" Yang asked, annoyed.

"I mean, what harm they could do?" That comment was enough to make her team look at their leader with doubt.

"What harm could they possibly do? Gee, I don't know, maybe trying to attack Haven since we don't know if they work for Salem's group too!?" Weiss spoke upsettingly as her partner, not taking the situation seriously enough.

"Do we know if they work for her? We don't even have proof."

"Neither about Lionheart working for them until last minute and looked at what happened." Blake said, much to everyone's anguish.

"Ruby, seriously, we are not saying we should fight them, but we are not taking more chances either." Weiss put her Scroll away. "Anyway, we should talk with Ozpin first and then everyone else before doing in regard to Team JAQK."

"I guess…"

"Alright, let's go." Blake said as she was the first to leave the classroom. Weiss followed her not too long after. Yang remained in the room, looking after her younger sister.

"Come on. We should go." The blond girl said.

"I'm still not sure of it, Yang."

"I understand, but we got enough problems for the last few days. I want to be at ease right now." An ensuring look at her silver eyes was enough to boost confidence.

"Thanks." Ruby smiled. Both sisters left the classroom with Yang's left arm hugging Ruby as they walked in the hallway. Good thing she wore long gloves; her prosthetic arm would look like a sore thumb among the guests.

"Huh?" Yang saw Weiss and Blake next to a door from another room, with their heads pretty close as if they tried to eardrop behind the door. "What are you two doing…?"

"Be quiet!" Weiss murmured while giving the shush hand signal. "Better listen to this." The sisters chose to follow her instructions, as well. They slowly put their ears against the door, waiting for some response.

"Bro, it is weird seeing you without your hat."

"Lucy didn't allow me to bring it for the event…"

Team RWBY's eyes got wide as they heard voices inside the classroom.

"… I thought it would be normal since my grandpa always wore one during the social events back at Vale." Jack said as he was sitting on the professor's desk. The rest of his team was there, with Quinn and Diamo sitting far from each other on one of the students' desks. Ace was leaning his back against the door.

"No offense, but your girl is right." Quinn said. "Bringing a worn-out-patch-up hat like yours would look less presentable."

"Never thought you could say things about fashion, Heartstone." Diamo's comment made the big guy frown.

"No one asked you, Four Eyes!" Quinn sighed. "Anyway, we are not here to talk about social etiquette."

"So, what did you gather?" Jack asked, but the rest of the team looked worried. "No luck either, huh?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that." Ace said. "It is more like we didn't get much difference."

"What do you mean by that?" The leader raised an eyebrow.

"What he says is that all the intel we got is the same thing." Quinn pulled his Scroll, redacting the information he wrote. "Atlasian personnel left weeks ago, and Winter Schnee was stationed in Mistral until Ironwood called them to return before closing the borders."

"Why are they talking about my sister?" Weiss whispered.

"That's not all." Diamo continued as he began to wipe his glasses with his sleeves. "Weiss Schnee arrived sometime later. It is easy to assume that those two facts are separate from each other."

"They are talking about you!" Yang whispered with a more upset tone.

"What are they up to?" Blake said.

"So, we shouldn't worry about Winter?"

"That's in a nutshell, bro." Ace said with a smile.

"What should we do about Weiss Schnee?" Diamo asked.

"Easy, avoid the hell out of her at all cost!" Quinn's statement made everyone nod at the same time.

"Alright! Let's go back to the party!" Ace shouted, full of enthusiasm in his voice.

"Hold up, is he gonna…!?" Right before Ruby could react to the horrible realization about her team's current position, it was too late. Team RWBY fell to the ground as soon as the cheerful member of Team JAQK casually opened the door.

"Owww!" The girls shouted in pain as they hit the floor; the guys jumped by surprise after seeing them coming out of nowhere.

"What the hell!? Those chicks!?" Quinn could keep quiet as he saw them coming to the room. "How long you been listening to us out there!?"

"Enough time to hear about my sister and me." Weiss stood up quicker than the others with serious eyes. "For what reason you want to know if we are in Mistral?"

"None of your business, Snowflake." Quinn replied with such an aggressive tone fueled with a hostile air inside the room. Both teams gathered on opposite sides, with Team RWBY blocking the only exit. They knew very well that they couldn't trust whatever the other may excuse, although they wouldn't even bother to say anything at all.

Their eyes looked at the other, carefully looking at their surroundings for any possible outcomes the other might try to do. Ruby noticed their leader, Jack, standing from behind while discreetly texting in his Scroll to someone. "Who are you texting?" She asked.

"No one you should be concerned about." Jack's reply wasn't any better than, much less, to discern their motives.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't like how this is looking!" Ace stepped up between the teams. "Can we calm down for a second!?"

"Only if they let us go." Diamo took a defensive stance.

"Do you think we are going to do that without answering our questions?" Blake said, equally prepared.

"There's nothing to answer. I rather avoid any unnecessary turmoil right now." Jack's words were reasonable.

"I want that too, but we would like to know why you are in Mistral." Ruby said as her sister took the front line.

"You know that I won't do that, Little Red."

"Then, we would force you to talk!" Yang leaped toward the cowboy, but Quinn reacted in time by stepping in front of Jack and taking the blow. The punch was strong enough to store enough charge to send it back to the blond girl and make the big guy fly away.

"Yang!" The girl yelled with worried tones as they saw her clash against the wall.

"Ugh! How did he do that!? I punch him in the face!"

"Look!" They turned their eye toward Quinn, who was at the bottom with a lot of broken desk in his path, he seemed unharmed, but his face still gave a painful expression.

"Dammit, Q! Why you had to take the hit for me!" Jack asked his partner as his calm face was fading away.

"That stupid blondie, look at her arm!" Quinn pointed at Yang, making sure his leader could see it for his eye. Jack saw Yang's right glove shredded into pieces, revealing her robotic arm. "The girl is a gun, too!"

"It seems that civilized talk became futile," Diamo said. Ace and Jack helped Quinn getting back on his feet.

"Dude, I don't like fighting girls."

"Sorry, buy we don't have much choice." Jack took off his jacket and folded up his sleeves, revealing his right arm as well. Team RWBY noticed his action.

"Great, he has one, too," Yang complained. Ruby and Weiss help her to get up.

"We better be careful; we have no idea what they are capable of," Blake said.

"What should we do, Ruby?" Weiss asked her partner, never departing her sight from their opponents.

"Whatever you do, we must stop them now!" The girl in red said as her innocent expression turned into a more focused one.

Both teams were on their guard, not knowing what will happen next as their hostility rises for each second. After that first move, there's no holding back for any of them.

The Party Crashers:

Team RWBY vs. Team JAQK