Waking up, Blake found her hands tied over her head secured to a crane hook.
"The kitty wakes up," brought her attention onto Roman puffing on his cigar, "What's a sinking cat faunus doing sulking around these docks?" pressing the tip of Melodic Cudgel under Blake's chin.
"Hunting mice only to find a big fat rat."
Smiling, "Faunus, humans, they all believe they're funny until the pain begins," blowing smoke into Blake's face, "Neo," said Roman twirling Melodic Cudgel, "It's time to test that theory how many times one can skin a cat faunus?" walking away.
Noticing Neo sniffing Blake's hair ribbon, "Are you not afraid I'll take your tongue?"
Smiling, Neo stuffed Blake's hair ribbon into her breast pocket of her jacket. Unbuttoning her neck collar revealed Neo's neck scar. Her vocal cords were removed. Rebuttoning her neck collar, Neo unshealthed Blake's katana. Letting the tip of the katana brush Blake's stomach, Neo thrusted upwards only to witness Blake dissipate. Moment of confusion allowed Blake's foot to connect under Neo's chin. Shaking her head, Neo's eyes rested on the crouching Blake.
Neo. Exit. Neo. Exit.
Rushing towards Neo, Blake slid with her tied wrist held up allowing the katana blade to slice the rope. Freeing her hands, Blake's left hand gripped the katana hilt. Upwards her right forearm went slamming into Neo's stomach. Arching into the air, Neo slammed the katana into the floor causing Blake to half loop her body. Her right foot into Neo sent into the metal wall.
Retrieving her hair bow, Blake turned then winced. Noticing her left thigh's slice wound, she noticed a smiling Neo lick Blake's blood off her knife blade. Dodging Neo's slice attempts caused Blake to slowly back away. Neo lunged forward allowing Blake to use Neo's momentum to slice Blake's wrists free. Placing her left palm on the floor, Blake spun then planted her foot against Neo's stomach allowing Blake to rush out the room. Closing then locking it, Blake ignored Neo's pounding against the metal door to use her hair bow as a makeshift bandage. Studying her surroundings, Blake climbed towards the rafters only for bullets to whizz past her head.
Wincing from her dodging of bullets, Blake lost her balance. Falling, she whipped her chain around a loading crane hook. Due to rust eating away at the safety brake, the hook came loss causing Blake to slide along the track. Reaching the end of the track sent Blake through a window.
Covering her head with her arms, she rolled through the air. Landing on her right hand, she rolled to her feet. More bullets sailed past as she run into a maze of shipping crates.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Deadend.
Jumping, no grip. Jumping side to side. Pain. Falling on to the concrete ground, Blake looked at her chasers. Couple steps then a column of crates fell onto her pursers. A chain shot from the opening. Gripping the chain links, she pulled. Sailing past the carts, she landed in the arms of Ying.
"You're hurt," he said.
Noticing Roman's men surrounding them, "That's least of our worries," remarked Blake.
A wall of ice secured Roman's men,
"You may dress as gentlemen," said Weiss walking towards Blake and Ying, "you have the manners of brutes."
Staring at the three members of Team RWBY, "Time to practice that age long tradition of villains," thought Roman running towards a bullhead.
A red blob landed between him and the bullhead.
Standing between Roman and the bullhead, "Roman Torchwick," said Ruby resting her scythe on her right shoulder, "you're under arrest."
Flicking ash from his cigar, "Cute, Red," he said watching the bullhead lifting up, "you made me miss my ride."
Lifting Melodic Cudgel up allowed the curved handle to catch the bottom rung of the bullship. Up Roman went escaping for another time.
"If I had Crescent Rose," she thought walking towards her teammates.
Leaning on Ying to steady herself, Blake stared at Weiss with her arms crossed.
Tapping her fingers against her forearms, "Want to explain?" asked Weiss.
"I'm a member of the Red Claw," said Blake, "a military arm of the White Fang."
"I thought White Fang was a peaceful group," said Ruby.
"They are," said Blake, "they handled the legal and political situations. It was believed humans would take us seriously if we had an army."
"Tell me the truth," said Weiss with her arms crossed, "were you apart of the attack on my mother?"
"No," replied Blake, "I know who was and I'm not giving up names."
"Ok, if I find out that you are lying," stepping closer to Blake's face, "you won't be able to hide from me."
"I understand."
Watching Weiss walk away, "She's warming up to you," said Ruby catching up with Weiss.
Noticing Ying staring at Blake's cat ears, "Yes, Ying."
"You look cuter with cat ears."
"Do you want to rub them?"
"Can I?"
"Yes, you can."
Ying rubs Blake's cat ears between his fingers.
"Violet was right," thought Blake, "For someone with hands that can crack skulls, Ying have a soft touch."
Walking into the warehouse, Roman placed his briefcase onto a table.
"It seems you're having trouble," brought his attention onto Mercury and Emerald, "filling the dust order."
"Oh, look," said Roman clasping his hands together, "The children arrived," hugging them, "So cute and so dumb," holding up a piece of paper.
Checking her pockets, "Hey."
Studying the writing, "This problem was going to get taken care of."
"Yet, you are getting behind."
"And you want me to use faunus?"
"That's what they are design for," remarked Mercury.
"Then they got two hours."
Checking his pockets, where's his lighter? Click. Another click brought his attention onto his lighter in Emerald's hand. Smiling, she struck her tongue out then her face went to shock as small metal point pressed against her back. It traced up her back. Followed along her throat until Neo enter Emerald's line of sight.
Keeping Hush aimed at Emerald's throat, Neo snapped her fingers then motioned, "Give me," with her fingers.
Aiming Melodic Cudgel at Mercury, "I wouldn't Twinkle Toes," looking at Emerald, "Better give it to Neo."
Keeping her red eyes on Neo, Emerald dropped the lighter into Neo's open hand. Clasping her fingers around the lighter, Neo backed her way to Roman.
"Well, children," said Roman, "run back to your leash puller that I'll accept her kind offer."
Keeping her eyes on the smirking Neo, Emerald backed her way towards Mercury. Gripping her arm, Mercury led Emerald away.
Trying to produce a flame only getting sparks from his lighter, "You think I should cut our losses and run from these deal."
Taking Roman's lighter, Neo produced a flame.
Slowly letting the flame burn the tobacco, "Neo, lien really doesn't matter in the end," puffing some smoke, "Just to see who double crosses who is worth the price of admission alone."
"This is Lisa Lavender of RNN. In an eleven against the death penalty vs nine for the death penalty, Adam Taurus of the Red Claw will be doing life of hard labor at the mine of Tartarus.
Now words from council member Locke Thurmond.
"Again, proof that the four councils of Remnant can mercy to a terrorist like Adam Taurus give the rest of us some hope."
It should be noted that it's been twenty years since the last deatomization of a criminal."
(To be continued in Prisoner of Tartarus)