A/N: Azeroth: Hello. Yes, Nyarlothotep isn't back yet.
And I still have no control over the stories.
And so, the fifth chapter of this particular story.
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Azeroth and Sargeras made their way through the massive forest.
It was at this point that Azeroth's amazing sense of direction kicked in, and they quickly found the ruins.
Sargeras picked the Black Pawn.
Argus and Locus fell from the sky.
Locus demanded a promise from Argus never to use explosions to transport their team.
It was about this time that everyone else showed up.
And of course they were being chased by an army.
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The twelve teens stood side by side, each prepared for battle.
"Hey, Zer..."
Azeroth turned to Ruby. "Yes?"
Ruby looked nervous. "Could you, um, maybe, useyourSemblancetosaveus?!"
Azeroth considered it.
"Certainly."
Azeroth turned back to the Grimm army. She grinned evilly.
Weiss scoffed. "Her Semblance is powerful enough to save us? No, we will be saved by our own merits!"
Azeroth's eyes began to glow.
Black smoke, tinged with flames, began to flow around Azeroth.
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"Cataclysm."
The earth began to shake.
The eyes of everyone that wasn't Azeroth widened.
"A simple word. It, normally, is a large scale and highly violent event in the natural world."
The tower behind the lot of them crumbled into the abyss.
The Grimm kept trying to reach the twelve teenagers.
But even the ones in the sky seemed to be having trouble.
"But the one I speak of, was definitely not natural."
The ground began to break.
Lava began to spew forth.
"For this one was made."
Many Grimm were dissolved in the lava.
"By an ancient evil that tried to destroy the world."
A roar echoed through the sky.
"An evil known, as Deathwing."
A shadow fell over the twelve.
The majority turned to the cliff.
Jaune screamed.
For, its claws gripping the tops of the cliff, completely out of place, was a Dragon.
A dragon big enough that its wingspan blocked off the horizon.
The dragon seemed to be made of steel plates.
It's lower jaw was a solid lump of iron.
Fire seemed to spurt out of the seams of the steel plates.
"After the Cataclysm, Deathwing made his move."
The dragon spread his wings, and began to flap.
The wind from its flaps knocked the Nevermores to the ground.
"He came out of his hiding spot. And burned all he could find."
Deathwing breathed fire, a fire that burnt the Grimm into nothing.
Then he vanished.
Jaune, Pyrrha, Nora, Ren, Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Argus, Locus, and Sargeras turned to Azeroth. She grinned.
"Impressive, no?"
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A/N: Azeroth: Now that is awesome!
Sorry for the short chapter.