Our heroes stood broken, surrounded by Cinder Fall and her friends.
"You should be scared of me," Cinder purred. Something in Noah seemed to snap as he stepped forward.
"Guess the fuck what? We're not," Noah began.
"We just faced and slaughtered an entire cabal of creepy fuckin' God-demons. We made our longtime torturer, Daddy Longlegs, into a pile of mush on the ground. We have seen shit that would make you retch out your lunch. We have gotten possessed by freakish and evil entities for months on end. We've seen loved ones die, friends get cut open, love interests set on fire, often by our own hands."
We've seen hell. And when you've seen hell? You tend to not be scared of glowy-eyed skeevy women slinging around threats." he finished, growling out every word.
And it was just at the right time that an old friend of theirs jumped from the shadows, slashing at her back.
"Hello, boys! Lovely to see you all, did you know there's a thousand Grimm attacking the city?" Patrick chirped.
"My knight in red suspenders." Noah deadpanned.
"I love you too, Noah!" was Patrick's reply.
Evan stepped forward. "Fine, I'll let him loose, gimme a minute," he said.
And in an instant his eyes glowed purple. HABIT was back again. "HEY THERE, PATRICK!"
He turned to the boys. "CAN WE LET GO AND TEAR THEM APART?"
Tim and the others nodded.
"Look, we may be 'evil', but we still need a world to live in and people to threaten, y'know?" Patrick remarked.
"Go! We'll hold them back!" he yelled. The rest of Team CTNE ran from the arena.
Slamming the pole end of his executioner's axe into the ground, Patrick looked at HABIT.
"LET'S GIVE 'EM A SHOW, PITTY-PAT." HABIT roared with a grin.
"With pleasure."
They ran to the edge of the arena and jumped into the air. "Tim! We need to improvise!" Caught roared.
Tim's nod was subtle. His eyes closed, and in an instant Griffons swooped underneath them to catch their fall.
Tim himself rode on a Nevermore, balancing carefully on its back. "There's a Dragon responsible for summoning all of these Grimm at once. We're going to fly to it and I'll control it. Caught, call up Team AVNJ. I know they're still here, and we're going to need all the help we can get." he ranted.
"Did you understand a word he said?" Noah whispered to Caught. "Shh, just nod and smile." Caught replied.
"I heard you."
They flew near Beacon's once-highest tower. They could see a blur of motion surrounding the Dragon.. "Somebody's fighting it off," Caught said. "Who is it?"
Then the figure jumped in midair, as if to give a massive middle finger to physics, and they could see exactly who it was.
Jeff was fighting off a dragon that was a thousand times bigger than him with a pole.
"Holy fucking shit, that's Jeff." Noah said in amazement.
It appeared Team AVNJ had received just as skill as CTNE, if not more.
Noah's Griffon managed to catch Jeff midair. "Hey, Jeff." Noah greeted, casual in spite of the war that raged around them.
"Hey, Noah. Do you have a plan?"
Noah looked behind him at Jeff. "Watch." was all he said in reply.
Tim landed on the Dragon's head and held on.
His eyes closed. A dark Aura began to spin around him.
The Dragon stilled.
Tim's eyes opened and glowed amber.
The Dragon tilted its head upward. Tim remained upon its head by some power.
A mighty roar resounded, throughout Vale.
It could be heard in the farthest reaches of Remnant, so loud was the Dragon's roar.
The Grimm howled as one before vanishing in black mist. Tim's eyes turned brown again.
"Give me a minute, I have to take the Dragon back to it's true home!" he yelled as loud as his lungs were able.
And Tim vanished into the night as well.
"Well, fuck," Caught remarked.
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