Jaunestoppable
A RWBY Fan Fiction
By Starlight Wanderer
"No one man should have all that power.."
Chapter 1
If I Have to Re-live Volume 3, Then So Do You
"Okay, I think I have Glynda's number. Oh, where is it?" Jaune's hands fumbled with his Scroll, his entire body was still shaking. Who was that woman? She had a power unlike anything Jaune had ever seen or read about. Ozpin had told him to call Professor Goodwitch, but Jaune doubted even she could do anything to stop that woman.
How Pyrrha got wrapped up in all this was also a mystery.
"Pyrrha?" Jaune called to her. "What was all of that?"
She looked unfazed, confident as ever. Maybe she had known all along this woman would come. Maybe she had planned to fight her.
An explosion from far below shook the ground; the ear rupturing blast travelled upwards, past the floor and high into the sky along the length of the Beacon Tower.
"But… Ozpin…" Was it really over? No, it couldn't be. They had only seen the two moments ago; Ozpin couldn't be dead.
"There's no time," Pyrrha shook her head. She turned to him, a serious look on her face. Jaune never liked that look. "Go," she said, "get to Vale and call for help."
"Huh? What are you gonna do?"
Pyrrha's long red ponytail swayed as she looked skyward, towards to apex of the tower. He really never liked that look.
"No… no, Pyrrha, you can't!" Jaune pleaded. "You saw how powerful she is! Pyrrha, I won't let you do—"
The warmth of Pyrrha's lips upon his own took him by surprise. It took a few seconds for his brain to even register the moment, but he took Pyrrha in his arms and held her close.
Don't go… Not like this…
She left his arms, her confident expression replaced with anguish. "I'm sorry."
Before he could respond, Jaune felt himself forced away, stumbling backwards into a nearby equipment locker. The door slammed shut on him, locking him inside.
"Hey! Wait! Stop, stop! Pyrrha, please don't do this!"
It was no use. She was inputting coordinates into the locker's flight systems. Jaune managed to get a single last glance into her deep emerald eyes before the locker's boosters took him away.
"Damnit!" Jaune shouted, slamming on the locker doors as he raced through the air. Pyrrha was going to fight that woman.
She was going to lose.
"Pyrrha!"
A brilliant flash of light illuminated the skies above Beacon; a shockwave of immense energy spread throughout the skies, drawing the attention of all who were outside.
Jaune felt his entire body burning, his aura was blinding. Every nerve was screaming with rage, his muscles tightening. His ears popped. He may have peed himself.
Off in the distance, Jaune could see the battle beginning in Ozpin's office atop Beacon Tower. His body was in autopilot, and it shot forward through the air towards the fight.
How am I doing this? I'm flying!
There was no time for logic. Pyrrha was in danger, and this time he was going to save her.
CRASH! Jaune flew straight through the windows of Ozpin's office and into the fray. Pyrrha was doing her best, but the magic woman was not even breaking a sweat. Both of them halted at his arrival.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha cried out. "No!"
Before he could even react, his warmth faded, his glow dimmed. Jaune felt a pinprick in his chest that quickly ballooned to a painful throbbing. A shard of superheated glass stuck out of him.
He collapsed to the floor of the office, holding the wound as the cold invaded his body. His moment had lasted no more than a few seconds, and he had blown it.
"Foolish boy," the evil woman grinned. "Even without the powers of the Fall Maiden, I'm still way out of your league."
Jaune's vision was fading. He saw Pyrrha, still standing ready for battle, but clearly weak in the knees. Tears streamed down her face as she watched him… as he felt his life fading.
I can't give up. Jaune propped himself up with one hand, gripping the shard with his other.
I won't give up! With all his might he pulled; pain shot through his chest and into his hands, begging him to stop. But beyond the cold and the discomfort, he could still feel a small speck of warmth, and as he fought it grew and grew.
"Yaaah!" A small amount of blood squirted out as Jaune pulled the glass free, his body beginning to glow once more. "Son of a bitch that hurt!"
"Oh?" the mystery woman seemed intrigued. "You dropped your toy. Would you like another?!" She formed another spear of glass and sent it flying towards Jaune.
His hand shot up and caught it mid-flight. How did I…
The woman growled at him, releasing more projectiles his way. He rolled out of the way, unsheathing Crocea Mors and running in for retaliation.
His adversary was nimble, easily dodging his strikes, but Jaune was beginning to see double. As the woman moved, her body would create trails, but not of where she had been, but where she would be.
What is happening to me? It's like she's moving in slow motion.
Jaune pulled back his blade and thrust it to the left of the woman, where the trail was leading. He felt resistance, but pushed against it, driving the blade forward.
Crocea Mors now sat lodged in the abdomen of the sinister woman, whose eyes were now wide with shock.
"I… will… not…" The woman's body shook and her flames began shooting from her eyes.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha called out to him. "Kill her! Hurry!"
"Jaune…" the woman snarled, struggling against the blade lodged in her body. "A name no one... will remember…"
"We'll see about that!" Jaune retorted. With all his might, he swung upwards with his blade, slicing clean through the woman's chest and exiting at her shoulder. Blood and fire sprayed the scene as her body fell to the ground, writhing in its final moments.
Fiery energy poured from the woman, hovering in the air for a moment before crashing into Pyrrha's body. She had had the glow Jaune had witnessed in the Vault; this must have been the power Ozpin was trying to give her. The power that woman stole.
Jaune's light faded once more and Crocea Mors fell heavy from his hand. "That's pretty gross," he remarked at the gruesome scene. Before he could contemplate more, he was tackled to the ground, his lips filled with warmth.
Pyrrah did not let him go so easily this time, holding him down and locking her hands with his. When she had finished, she stared into his eyes, caressing his cheek.
"You were incredible," she beamed. "Where has that power been all along?"
"I have no id—"
An immense crash sent Pyrrha to the floor; the massive Grimm Wyvern had flown straight through the office, decimating it. The cool night air infiltrated the bloody scene, now bathed in the light of Remnant's broken moon.
Jaune and Pyrrha scrambled to their feet. "That's gonna cause some problems!" Jaune said.
"I'll lure it back in," Pyrrha replied. "Can you take it down with your power?"
Jaune had no idea. "Hell yeah! Let's do this, Pyrrha!"
The red haired warrior sprung into action, leaping up on top of the ruined perimeter of the office. With precision, she aimed her Miló rifle at the beast as it circled and fired several shots.
The scream of the Wyvern made Jaune's stomach churn, but as he saw Pyrrha glance over at him and give a wink, he felt the warmth surge within himself again.
Exploding with light once more, Jaune too hold up his weapon and shot upwards as the gigantic Wyvern made its second pass. With a single slice of his blade, he sliced through the entire beast's body. With one clean motion, the Wyvern howled in pain and crumpled into the tower's open roof, breaking through the wall and plummeting down to the grounds below.
"How's that for a first date?" Jaune pumped his fist excitedly in Pyrrha's direction.
"Maybe the next one will have less blood," Pyrrha laughed, smiling widely at her champion.
"Oh dear, it seems poor little Cinder has failed."
"The wyvern was slain as well. Neither bode well for our efforts in Vale."
"A small setback, we have other avenues to pursue."
"But what about this boy? Our intelligence had him labeled as a non-threat."
"Torchwick's gang dropped the ball. It's telling how silent they've been since."
"Gut them! Gut them all! I would happily slice their throats."
"What say you, my Queen?"
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"Jaune Arc… bring me his head."