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The reply to his question caught Wayle off guard, and only long and arduous training kept him from startling out of his meditation.
'How…?' He queried carefully in his mind.
'What to say? This is not the first time I have encountered your particular power.' The dark, and quite distinctly female voice replied, confirming that indeed, whoever or whatever this was, could hear him. 'But I will admit, this is the first time it has ever felt quite so… dark.'
'If you have felt this power before, what makes you call me an outsider?'
'Because those who wielded that power was snuffed out long ago, and while there still exist some, none ever awoke to it again. Besides, your presence is alien, I can without doubt say that you were not born on this Remnant. Your being reeks of other places, and it is subtly different than those born here.'
'And yet I can easily say that your presence is quite different from any other I have sensed since coming here.
She did not reply, but the Sith knew this was not due to any rhetorical victory on his part. She had merely grown tired of the discussion. He could feel how she studied him, probed his being for information.
He didn't particularly let her have anything, yet he was certain she had found out more than he would have wanted. Whatever she was, she had power, and one that he didn't know how to deal with.
'I see. You are this Wayle Tyran that has thrown the plan into disarray. Her description did not do you justice. I thought she had overestimated your strength, yet now that I can taste it for myself, I now know that she has sorely underestimated it. I have never seen such a deep darkness in another. Come, join me, and this world will surely bend to your will. Why, I might even offer you my pawn.'
He snorted in contempt. 'I have no interest in you pawn. Nor do I wish to destroy the people of this world. I merely seek to bring peace and stability.'
'Peace and stability? There is no such thing, not in the wretched life known as Humanity. Take heed, hegemon. There is no victory in strength.'
'Indeed, sentient life is not something easily united, and, truly, strength alone wins no battles.' Wayle couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. 'Mayhap we should meet, it has been far too long since I last engaged in a good debate, and I find myself curious about you.'
'I am certain we will meet in the future. After all, our goals clash. Until then.'
And with those words, the presence receded, disappearing from his senses. She was hiding herself from him, so he couldn't tell where she was.
He withdrew from his meditation, returning his senses to himself.
If that beings pawn was indeed Cinder Fall, and if indeed their goal had lain in Vale…
He tapped into the despicable arts he was so unpleasantly proficient with, once again letting his mind go elsewhere.
But this time it was different.
He opened his eyes, and a street in the city of Vale revealed itself to him.
He took a few moments to orient himself, noting the long lock of blonde hair that was slightly visible in the periphery, and the blue plain parasol shading his head.
Oh, good. That still seems to be working.
He stretched a bit, getting used to using this body, noting with a hint of annoyance how much different its shortness was compared to what he was used to.
Letting muscle memory aid him in moving, he noted with annoyance the heels of the boots, the height of which threatened to trip him up. Still, it only took him a few moments of getting used to (believe him or not, this wasn't the first time) before he could move with confidence, and combined with the movements ingrained into this body he soon found himself sauntering forth.
He slunk into an alley, made sure no one could see him and then started making his way towards the rooftops.
He found that it took slightly more effort, and slightly more time than he would have liked, but he supposed it was still better than most Huntsmen or Huntresses.
He turned her eyes towards the sky, and after a scant few moments of surveying them he caught sight of it.
A massive black beast, mighty wings propelling it forward with distressing speed.
An Atlesian warship, one of the last still around, had moved forward to intercept.
It proved a poor decision as its cannon fire failed to faze the beast, whatever wounds that were inflicted seemingly only making it angrier.
The draconian monstrosity barrelled into the vessel, barely even slowing down as it tore through, its course remaining unerringly set towards Beacon Academy.
And as it passed Wayle noted that it was dripping black ooze, ooze that turned into Grimm, and that it was followed by a large swarm of flying Grimm of all manners of varieties, including one he had yet to really pay any attention to.
They took the form of quadruped beasts, but with the head, wings and front claws of a bird of prey.
He had seen enough.
He returned the body to its previous owner, returning to his own.
Time was short.
-Break—
It was a normal day. Or at least as normal as it got within the halls of Beacon.
But that normalcy was broken when the Grimm attack siren went off.
Team RWBY barely had time to rush out of their dorm, weapons in hand before a mighty roar and a deafening crash resounded throughout the academy as a Grimm unlike any they had ever seen smashed into the main building.
"What's going on!" Weiss shouted, eyes widening in horror as the black ooze flung from the struggling monster before them reformed into Grimm.
"They're everywhere!" Blake shouted in despair.
"What do we do!" Yang directed towards her sister.
Ruby looked at the unfolding chaos with wide eyes.
"We need to do something about that massive Grimm!" She then shouted to anyone within earshot.
Her teammates nodded, and, unbeknownst to the young girl in red, so did a number of other students.
Soon a barrage of fire was unleashed, as Sniper rifle was joined by Shotguns, Plasma Rifle, Pistols, Rifles and even a Chain gun.
It barely caused any damage, and what it did seemed only trivial to the beast as it finally dislodged itself from the building, its mighty wingbeats whipping up gale winds as it ascended.
But whatever relief they might have felt about the beast leaving was soon quashed as the swarm of flying Grimm caught up.
-Break—
The Bullhead rushed across the landscape Vale coming into view, revealing pandemonium.
A massive swarm of flying Grimm could be seen all around Beacon academy, while the rest of the city showed signs of combat against ground-locked Grimm.
All as Wayle had told his subordinates when they headed off.
With him were only Latune, the Captain, Felis and a small contingent of troops.
They didn't have time to prepare a larger force, and even if they did, they didn't want to move too many about, lest they antagonize Vale.
"Latune, Captain! Once you arrive I need you to coordinate with the students and other defenders and set up a safe zone!" He barked over the whine of the engines. "Felis! Use your skills to locate and if possible aid any isolated or straggling people!"
Grim nods of acknowledgement were his only reply.
Then confusion dawned upon Latune's face. "What about you master?!" She queried.
"As long as that beast flies the skies there will be no victory. I will try to destroy it, or, if that proves impossible, at least drive it away." He said darkly, indicating the Grimm monstrosity.
"Wait, how do you intend to fight it?" The Captain asked confusedly.
The Sith simply smirked, and threw himself out the open hatch.
Looks of shocked fear turned into amazement as his fall stopped.
It was time for him to use a skill that he had only recently mastered. Indeed, this would be the first time he actually used it in the sky.
He started moving forward, and soon he flew, maybe not with any great speed, but fast enough.
His aim was set on the massive Grimm.
This might be a little too much for a first live run, but he would have to make do.
He released his power, and soon enough the monster noticed him, drawn to the dark emotions that fuelled the Dark Side.
Wayle only barely dodged the beast's first pass, and the turbulence left in its wake shook him.
He attacked, sending streaming arcs of Lightning into its hide, burning some of the ooze droplets at the same time.
If the monster felt it, it made no indication, simply starting to veer for another attack on him.
The budding Lord realised that if he was going to do any meaningful damage to this beast with Lightning, he would need either a lot of time, or to set up a ritual.
Neither was very feasible at the moment.
So he tried to use Blast on the inside of its skull…
It worked, somewhat, in that he succeeded in flinching the dragon, making it miss him. The problem was that it didn't kill it. The skull was just to durable, and if it had a brain it didn't really seem like that was important, seeing as he used the ability several times without causing any severe damage.
So he tried targeting the joint were the wing met the body, but his Blasts weren't strong enough to even disjoint it.
So if he wanted to do any damage worth mentioning he would need to use stronger attacks…
Maelstrom took too much time to charge in this situation, and anything else he was comfortable using required set up with Sorcery…
His hesitation was cut short by the realisation that the people of this academy was in mortal danger, and every moment this… monstrosity lived was another group of Grimm that might kill them…
He made up his mind. He called forth power, dreaded power, both from within and without. Energy gathered before his outstretched fist, crackling, dark lightning moulded into a ball… and was released, smashing into the wing-joint of the beast.
The kinetic force was enough to blast it apart, and for the first time the beast roared in pain as one of its wings became useless.
Unable to keep itself aloft, the beast started slowing down.
Wayle wasn't done yet. Power gathered again, but this time it was raw. And once it was unleashed it slammed into the beast's head, disintegrating the skull.
The draconian Grimm fell, crashing into the Emerald Forest. But before he could affirm whatever or not the beast was dead, the swarm of flying Grimm fell upon him, drawn away from their previous targets by his outburst of dark power.
That suited him just fine. This way the defenders of Beacon could breathe easier.
He unleashed his hatred, powerful lightning burning or electrocuting a large number of Grimm. Another burst of power sent a number of them tumbling, their wings broken by the sudden force applied in the wrong direction.
Suddenly he sensed something… deep underneath Beacon.
Something holding greater power than any other being he had sensed so far on Remnant (with one possible exception).
Then another power flared. This one not quite as great, but even then more than anything else he had sensed so far.
He recognised the feel of these powers he realised. One belonged to Ozpin, and the other was very similar to that of Cinder…
And as if that wasn't enough, behind him he could hear a mighty roar as the draconian Grimm rose back up, the grievous wounds inflicted upon it gone…
And Wayle knew there and then, that he was in trouble.
Author's notes: Not sure how well this turned out really... I hope that it at least was interesting somewhere. Oh, and don't worry, a certain redhead isn't going to go suicide herself this time. Personally I feel like that Dragon Grimm could have destroyed Beacon and Vale on its own. Well, as much on its own as it gets when it spawns Grimm wherever it goes but... you get what I mean.
You know, I feel like I want a better cover image (rather than my profile image) buuut... my artistic skills are crap, and I don't just want to take something vaguely related from the internet (call me stupid or silly if you want, I don't care), sooo... could some charitable and skilled soul mayhap... lend their skill? If so contact me by means of PM.
I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.