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He frowned slightly as he read through the report. The White Fang had launched a sneak attack, but Ouka had foreseen it, and sent a warning to Latune, who had signalled the scouts, who had confirmed its veracity, therefore allowing them to set a trap.
The result?
The attackers had all been killed or captured, including successfully capturing Emerald Sustrai, while the Army of Union had suffered zero casualties.
Where did Cinder and Adam get all these people?
They really should be running out by now, and it started to seem like they were scraping the bottom of the barrel here…
That was the right idiom… right?
A barrel was a sort of storage container… and scraping its bottom should mean getting the crap left behind…
Yeah, probably.
He wasn't sure how a barrel looked, but he was fairly certain that was what it was… right?
He shook his head.
With so much of the White Fang's manpower spent, it might be getting towards the time for putting them down, once and for all.
But for that, he would need to find them…
Luckily, he had some of Cinder's protégés in hand…
They might just know, and in worst case, he would just have to take to less… moral methods.
After all, a few sacrifices were to be expected when working towards the greater good.
-Break—
Glynda Goodwitch shook her head as she considered her current dilemma.
Wayle Tyran, mysterious prodigy not of this world, by his and his now deceased associate's own words.
And certainly, she couldn't easily disregard that claim any longer. There were just so many things that spoke for the truth of it.
His mysterious nature, the lack of any information on him prior to his enrolment in Beacon and his own lack of knowledge regarding some basic things, including many of the basics of Aura and the history of Remnant.
Of course, he was a studious person, and had, according to those close to him spent much time in the library, reading up on this or that, which gave her an impression that he was of the scholarly sort. And he was, as he always seemed eager to learn something new, regardless of how useful it seemed to be.
And yet, the stern woman noted, he seemed to have a somewhat… nonchalant attitude towards it all, he would often have a solid grasp on all manners of knowledge, both common and rare, yet often showed a certain… lack of remembrance about several aspects, sometimes even failing to remember the most basic of information regarding a subject.
No matter how she tried, there was always some layer or another surrounding him. Oftentimes he was charming and polite to a fault, even when dealing with people he didn't like.
But sometimes… the polite façade would crack, and he would display a level of cruelty that was simply too dissonant with the rest of his personality. And when he used those odd powers of his seriously…
She shuddered involuntarily. The presence he exuded then… it was like nothing else, wrath and terror in ways the experienced Huntress had never felt before.
It terrified her, and yet… it seemed to her that he was actually not that bad of a person… There had never been any complaints about his behaviour, and the girls of team RWBY were of the mind that he was a kind person underneath it all…
It was so difficult to figure out what was his true self and what was just a charade directed towards those around him. What kind of life had he lived to have made him so… shattered?
And through all of this she had to wonder…
How old was he really?
By his own estimate he should be around the same age as the students of his year, yet sometimes she had to wonder if he wasn't just a bit older…
He certainly acted beyond his age much of the time, and sometimes she actually had to remind herself that he was a young man at most, and she most certainly wasn't helped by his own lack of certainty on the matter.
As if he had no memory of his birthday…
His combat prowess was no less confusing. It was greater than even some of the most skilful Huntsmen and Huntresses alive, yet sometimes she felt he wasn't as good as he seemed… and he rarely fought seriously, even in dangerous situations.
Yet she couldn't deny that just earlier that day he had mimic with great skill the fighting style of the infamous freelancer Neopolitan…
A fact that worried Glynda, for she had met the youthful woman before, and she had no fond memories of her.
Had she known that woman was involved she wouldn't have let her students anywhere near trying to deal with the White Fang and Roman Torchwick.
The criminal mastermind himself was dangerous enough, and the White Fang was a terrorist group, so that went without saying…
Yet Neopolitan was someone that Glynda Goodwitch would never let her students go anywhere near, for that would spell nothing short of disaster for all involved.
There was a reason why she had never been detained despite her tendency to work with criminal groups.
There were far too few who could deal with her, and even amongst those none could actually capture her…
Unless they caught her off guard somehow, she had heard that someone had once successfully captured the diminutive woman… Unfortunately, that person had then fallen victim to hubris, and Neopolitan had effected her escape… After killing her captor…
Nobody was entirely certain what had happened that day, but it had been the talk of the community for a while.
Of course, there was another reason she didn't want her students getting near that person…
Glynda knew from personal experience that getting her attention was nothing short of a nightmare, and unless one found a way to leave her attention…
What worried the blonde combat instructor the most right now was that there were rumours circulating of the multi-coloured psychopath having been seen on the Campus, and that Yang Xiao Long had gotten her attention… hard.
But she hadn't had the time to confirm this yet, although it didn't seem as unlikely as she would have wanted, as team RWBY had had several… 'accidental' run-ins with Roman Torchwick and the White Fang.
Her steps were frozen as she saw a familiar figure.
Short, with pink and brown hair with some white highlights, a pink parasol hung casually over the shoulder…
The Huntress wanted to swear as she reached for her crop. Maybe she could get the drop on her?
Yet her hope was in vain, for those ever changing eyes met hers, and a glimmer of recognition entered them as she waved with a smile…
And disappeared.
Glynda stopped in her tracks, biting back a number of unhappy profanities. She needed to have a talk with Xiao Long it seemed, and soon.
For the sake of the boisterous girl's health, both physical and mental…
Wait… when did the weight around her waist increase?
And what is this odd pressure on her chest…
And so, for the first time in many a year, Glynda Goodwitch uttered a loud profanity in embarrassment.
-Break—
And at that moment every student in Beacon looked up and blinked in utter confusion as they tried to comprehend the odd sound they had just heard reverberate throughout the school…
-Break—
As the emerald haired thief finally woke yet again, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened.
She had… been leading a raid on the Army of Union… trying to find and free Mercury… and then…
Her eyes shot open.
The first thing she noted was the ceiling, bare and with no covering.
Sluggishly she raised her head from where she lay.
The walls were no different, bare and dull, pure concrete. There was a window on one side, and even with a glance she could tell it was probably reinforced.
Opposite the window was a steel door, with only a small opening.
A cell… damn.
Then she noted something else… she wasn't alone.
"Mercury!" She shouted.
The silver haired boy looked up. He looked well enough… for someone kept in a cell for the last few days.
"Geez, finally awake?" He said unhappily. "So, why are you here?"
"Trying to save you." She replied unhappily.
"You're doing a great job." Came a sarcastic retort.
"Shut up. They got the drop on me." She fumed and looked away.
A few moments later she looked back at him. "So? What do you think our chances for escape are?" She then questioned the one who had been held there longer.
"Well…" The cocky male tilted his head in thought. "The cell itself is reinforced real nicely, you would need some serious firepower to break it. Then there's the guards. I don't know the exact number, but at least five, none of them rookies. And even then… There's always the matter of those around."
"Like Latune Subbota?" She asked.
"Her, and then there's that person…"
"Wayle Tyran?"
The boy winced.
"Oh right, in worst case he would be around too…"
"Then who?"
"I don't know her name, but she used to be one of the White Fang's best scouts."
"Wait… she's here? That explains who got the drop on me." The thief pondered slightly.
Several moments of silence passed as the two criminal youths pondered their situation.
Emerald was confident she could get out of the cell. She was also confident she could get past the wardens.
But then there was that woman… As well as the suddenly massively improved Latune…
Seriously, what was up with that? When they had done their first few checks that girl had come up as incapable of becoming a Huntress, due to poor Aura reserves.
Sure she was skilled in tactics and the use of a Paladin, but those could be circumvented easily.
No, the big problem was how Wayle Tyran could have improved her so drastically.
It was almost as if there were powers beyond their knowledge involved.
Maybe it just wasn't Aura?
But Wayle Tyran most certainly had some Aura reserves, although they had noticed that he didn't use them in any of his matches, few as they were.
She shook her head.
This line of reasoning wouldn't take her anywhere.
For once she actually wished Neopolitan still worked for them, but it seemed she didn't care for working with them, and when Roman had bolted she had followed, and had so far been unresponsive to their efforts to hire her.
She giggled slightly. Unresponsive… Cause she was mute…
Her odd action caused her fellow prisoner to raise an eyebrow.
"Do you find something amusing about our current predicament?" He asked.
She shook her head. "No, just thought about something funny is all."
Wait. Was she actually mute? She had heard rumours that there was nothing wrong with her voice or vocal cords, and that she just never said anything.
Of course, that left the fact that she never made a noise at all, even when fighting.
It made her wonder how she would sound…
Would it suit her stature and cute appearance? Or would it be totally dissonant with it?
Actually, the bed she had been laid upon was kind of soft, she noted as she rolled around.
Wow she must have been bored to have gone on such tangents so quickly…
"So, do you have a plan?" Mercury suddenly spoke up again, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Hmm? Yeah, I got something. You?" She said with a smirk.
"Yeah… I think I have an idea or two of my own…"
With the two of them, they should be able to get out, no problem…
The two teens smirked confidently.
Author's notes: Soo... that happened now... I'm starting to feel like I might be having a bit too much fun with letting a certain petite woman perform weird antics... I also find it interesting when other fanfiction authors choose to interpret Neo as a little girl, cause I can't bring myself to think of her as young. She's just really, really short, that's all. Then again, there is no official statement regarding her age as far as I know, but I still feel she's actually older. People can actually be that short despite being adults, and Neo has the shape of an adult, disregarding her height. I don't know, I'm just rambling for the sake of it.
But yeah, feel free to leave a review or give suggestions. I'm always open for new ideas.
I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.