The Heart of Winter

IV – Bad Moon Rising

Ruby Rose

Ruby awoke with a skull-splitting headache. Everything hurt including things she didn't know could hurt.

Even though the world was a blur, she could tell she'd been sat upright by someone, supported by the rough bark of an aged tree stump or something close to it. Whimpering, Ruby tried to move, to get back on her feet, but the chains binding her only dug deeper into her skin. Wait, chains? How? Closing her eyes in an attempt to ignore the flickering orange light of the otherwise dark world that burned her eyes – the last thing she remembered was the stranger kicking Jaune in the face with her mechanical leg before a sharp pain in the back of her own head.

Speaking of, when Ruby forced herself to open her eyes she looked around for the blonde. It was a desperate struggle before the world finally refocused and everything was painfully clear. The large bonfire before her illuminated the camp's heart, other smaller fires must've been dotted around the maze of make-shift tents but in this central clearing, there was a few larger, grander tents and a handful of other stakes set into the ground around the fire. But of the six Ruby could see, only three were in use – including her own.

Chained to the stake directly to her left was Jaune's unconscious body, his face a bloody mess and his nose clearly broken. The other used stake was the second on Ruby's right, a man who only had one arm sat upright with his head hung, but the young Huntress could tell from his posture that the man must've been awake, listening to the bandits chatter around the campfire.

First, they had been found by a Minitour and now they had been captured by bandits. If they last few days had been different, Ruby might tell herself that things couldn't get worse. Instead, with all that had happened, she just questioned what would be the next thing to go wrong.

There was no sign of Nora or Ren so hopefully, they had avoided capture. It would at least be a small win. Any short-lived hope she might have had though was offset by another absence. Ruby searched desperately, craning her neck against her shackles but no matter how many times she looked back and forth the scene did not change.

There was no sign of Qrow.

The urge to be sick was overwhelming.

There was a slight crunch of dirt behind her and the sound of a canteen rattling. Twisting against her bindings, Ruby looked up to see a bandit had come to check on her. He probably wasn't much older than she was, a skinny kid out of his depth. His skin was dark and hair ghostly white and cut into a long mohawk, dressed in baggy, dirty black overalls and white wifebeater shirt, cobbled together pieces of old mismatched armour for some vain attempt at protection.

All things considered, he looked awfully apologetic as he gestured with the canteen he was holding. "Sorry about this," he murmured, "you should probably drink some of this though. It's just water." He added hastily, seeing Ruby glower at him as best she could - she wasn't exactly an intimidating person at the best of times.

He gestured again but Ruby didn't want anything from this guy. But as he offered her a third time she realised just how truly thirsty she was. Hungry too. When was the last time she actually ate? After spending so much time unconscious the past few days had blurred into one. So, she relented and accepted the offered drink, even if she was being fed like a baby.

"Take it slow," the bandit quickly retracted the canteen, "You don't want to drink it all to fast and make yourself ill, kid."

Ruby did her best to glare again at the bandit for his kid slight, but whilst everything had hurt before, now she just felt numb and yet somehow heavy. Every little movement took everything she had. There must've been something in the water. She should have known, damn it. But when the bandit offered her a little more she didn't refuse. She doubted it was poison; if they wanted her dead they'd had ample chance to kill her. Most likely some sort of Aura suppressant and it was already in her system so she might as well stay hydrated.

"Where is my uncle?" Ruby tried to sound demanding, but she sounded horse and oh-so-small in that moment.

"He's with Raven right now," Wait, Raven? Yang's mother? "She's got a job for him. You and your friend are here to make sure he does as he's told." There was a clear note of shame in the admission but it was impossible to tell the exact cause of it. It didn't matter though if these bandits that included Yang's birth mother wanted Qrow to do some sort of mission for them then they'd have treated him.

He was alive. In trouble, but alive. It was close enough to good news to lift her heart with hope – if only for a moment.

"They've put me in charge of taking care of you," the bandit explained as he scratched the back of his head, "Raven doesn't think you're exactly good incentivises for Qrow if you're both dead. I'm trying to get you some food but nobody really wants to spare what little they've got for a pair of hostages, y'know?"

"Thank you," Ruby said weakly, letting her gaze drop, "for saving my uncle's life." The bandit said nothing, but he shifted awkwardly. When she looked back up with silver eyes to question him further, hoping to get someone to look at her leg and Jaune's nose Ruby saw her captor had been about to speak before a shadow appeared, looming over the young bandit before striking, grasping him around the throat.

"What do you think you're doing, Sheep?" The bandit was yanked to his feet, Ruby's gaze following him to find the one responsible was the same woman who had attacked Jaune back in Kuroyuri. By the light of the fire, Ruby could tell that this wasn't Raven Branwen but that was about all she knew. "Telling the girl our whole plan now, are you?"

The bandit now called Sheep dropped the canteen with a clatter, hands flying to his throat to try and wrestle away the woman's grip as she choked him from behind. A few of the other members of the tribe who had been in the area had all stopped to look on, some jeering as Sheep suffered. Nobody made any move to stop the woman. The unknown prisoner looked up, catching Ruby's eye for a moment but the man stayed silent, looking away quickly.

"Harimau…!" Sheep rasped before the woman realised him with a disgusted grunt. The male bandit dropped like a stone, crashing to his knees as he gasped for air, Harimau merely gave him a swift kick to the stomach with one of her metallic legs. There was clearly no love between these two bandits. Or between Sheep and the rest of the tribe as others just laughed at the young man's plight.

"You're a stain on this tribe, Sheep." Harimau squatted in front of Ruby with a shit-eating grin on her scarred face whilst Sheep rolled away with a whimper, trying to avoid further abuse.

In that moment, before the large bonfire as this woman cast her into shadow like a predator before its prey, Ruby would be lying if she said she wasn't terrified by the murderous look which stared her down from over the top of dark glasses. Burning orange eyes narrowed as Harimau's smile became cruel – taunting as she reached behind herself to grab something.

After a moment Harimau pulled a weapon out from behind her back. "Nice toy you got here," Crescent Rose…! Ruby's eyes went wide as the bandit taunted her with her own weapon, resting the weapon in its sniper form on her shoulder. "Think I'll keep it for myself. Much nicer than that tacky ass rifle I used to wander around with."

"Take your hands off Crescent Rose!" Ruby shouted as she struggled against her restraints to no avail. She had to get Crescent Rose away from that horrible woman before she could seriously damage her baby. If something happened to Crescent Rose out in the middle of wherever they were there was no telling when she'd be able to repair the weapon.

"I don't recall saying you could speak," Harimau said as she pulled back one arm before punching Ruby in the face. The blow might have hurt if Ruby wasn't already aching all over. It'd leave a bruise, she could tell that much. Ruby knew from the look on Harimau's face that bandit woman had hoped for an outburst, even now she looked almost gleeful at the idea of baiting a second from the young Huntress. This woman was looking for any excuse to hurt her.

Around her Ruby could hear a few other bandits laugh, some imitating her as they mocked the fact Crescent Rose had a name at all.

"Unfortunately Raven needs you alive so Qrow will be a good boy," Harimau leaned in to whisper in her ear, her words like venom, "but we both know he's not going to do as he's told. Qrow never does. And when he inevitably screws up, know that I'll be there to serve as your executioner as punishment for his transgressions. I'm really looking forward to it."

Ruby could only stare with wide eyes, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what had caused this woman to have such a vindictive attitude towards her, but she didn't care about that. All she cared about was that yet again this was all her fault. First, she had dragged her friends into a fight they weren't ready for, then get them all and her uncle all nearly killed repeatedly, caused their group to divide and gotten them captured because she was too weak to help fight off the bandits.

Now these people wanted Uncle Qrow to do something awful and they were using her to make sure he did it and who knew where Ren and Nora where. They could be dead for all Ruby knew, and their deaths would be on her hands.

She couldn't do anything right.

"Don't cry," Harimnau spat on the ground at her feet, "I'll send you to your whore mother soon enough."

Ruby's head snapped up, but any words she might have had died in her mouth. This woman knew her mother? It was clear from the gleeful expression on Harimau's face that Ruby's reaction of wide-eyed shock and tears was exactly what Harimau had been hoping for.

"Harimau," A new woman stood a few paces behind Harimau, having emerged from the small ring of bandits that had gathered to watch their comrade taunt Ruby. She was older than Sheep but younger than Harimau, maybe somewhere in her twenties with her head almost cleanshaven, dressed in greys and blacks, a large bird tattoo covering her left forearm. Many of the other bandits were giving her a wide berth. "Are you done yet?"

"Vernal," Harimau said with a drawn-out note of distaste in her voice, but as the augmented woman looked over her shoulder at the latest arrival it was clear that this was not someone she could push around like Sheep or perhaps some of the other bandits. This new woman, Vernal, demanded respect as all the other members of the tribe who had gathered to watch Harimau torment Ruby suddenly stood a little straighter or tried to disappear without being noticed. "The hell do you want?"

"Raven wants the big bad wolf," Vernal said, jerking her head towards the one-armed man bound to the other stake. The man gave a grunt of acknowledgement - clearly, he'd been expecting to be dragged of sooner rather than later. "Be a good girl and take him off his leash and take him to Raven." The was a smug air of authority to Vernal's words as she spoke, she held herself with an aura of untouchables.

Harimau glared, the desire to lash out clear in her face but said nothing as she stood from her position. The augmented bandit made an obvious effort to hit Vernal as she stormed past but made no further move attack the woman Ruby guessed was her superior… in whatever way bandit tribes had superiors.

Ruby watched Harimau walk over to the other stake, loosening the restraints before dragging the one-armed man by the collar in the direction of the largest tent in the camp. Meanwhile Vernal moved to stand over her, casting a look of disgust at Sheep who had crawled a few feet away, massaging his throat.

"You really are a spineless coward, Sheep," Vernal said haughtily, folding her arms over her chest as she examined Ruby. Unlike Harimau this woman did not look at Ruby with anything other than disinterest. "I'd be lying if I said this type of thing was common for us, but we need a job done and your uncle is the only one who can get it done for us. Just don't cause any trouble and we can all part ways and never see each other again once this is over with."

Ruby just dropped her gaze, too defeated to rise to the unspoken challenge. Vernal made a sound, maybe one of disappointment, but turned on her heel with one last commanded for Sheep to get back to work. After a moment Sheep's weak coughing faded into the distance, leaving Ruby alone aside from the unconscious Jaune, the crackling sound of the fire, her overwhelming guilt and the truth that all of this could have been avoided if she hadn't tried so hard to be the hero she wasn't.

Qrow Branwen

It was with a hiss that he awoke, something pricking the skin of his neck before his eyes fluttered open. It took a moment, but his surroundings came into focus and he found hell oddly familiar. It made sense he supposed, that hell would take the form of the place he hated most and the inside of his 'mother's' old command tent was certainly up there. Guess that meant there was some truth to Oz's joke about how hell was personally tailored to each victim.

"Finally," Ah crap, he thought as a voice from behind cut the silence, "you're awake," Raven said as she emerged from behind him to stand in front of the chair in which he was bound. Maybe this wasn't hell after all – but then again, the lantern hanging above his twin sure as hell light her to look like the demonic creature he knew her to be.

He supposed that he should have known better; Raven showing up out of nowhere and saving his life was going to land him in a situation like this. The only question left was how deep was the shit he now found himself in. Knowing his sister, it'd likely be deep. He'd come to realise he'd be better off dead soon enough.

"I'm starting to think that hell would have been preferable to this," Qrow quipped, looking around the tent proper now as he realised this wasn't the literal hell and he was, somehow, still very much alive. Raven hadn't changed too much although that didn't surprise him given the reverence she'd had for their 'mother'. If the woman could be called that. The whole place looked a little more used since he'd last seen it and Raven had added a few things here to help make it less spartan but what caught his attention was the fact that he and his dear sister weren't alone.

He could see three others scattered around the tent. Two of them he knew all too well.

Sazen Baiken was a curvaceous woman a few years his senior even if she didn't look her age. Her hair was a wild mane of pink that matched the colour of her eyes, pulled into an unkempt ponytail that fell past her waist. Dressed loosely in a traditional white Mistralian kimono with black and red details so as to better show off her bountiful cleavage, a black jacket hung off her shoulders like a cape, held fast by a red tassel. Her sword was sheathed on her hips, one hand resting on the pommel as she leaned against one of the tent's support beams, taking a drag from the long smoking pipe she held in her other hand.

The second was Nishiki Momo – another of Raven's lieutenants – who would be mistaken for a woman by most but Qrow knew better. The androgynous man had violet hair tied in an elaborate bun with decretive hair needles and little beads, sharp blue eyes twinkled, highlighted by dark eyeliner and lipstick the man wore as part of his guise. Momo also wore a kimono, although it was far louder than Baiken's, a pink and red number with white flower embroidery and exposed shoulders and a dark violet turtleneck that matched his hair. The man looked like he hadn't aged a day since Qrow last saw him, he still had those stupid platform sandals for crying out loud.

"Long time no see, boo," Momo said in his simpering voice and Qrow had to shake his head before he cast one last glance at Raven's third companion. This must've been the Spring Maiden – she looked to be the right age. It would make sense, Raven would want to keep her close by unless there had been a shake-up inside of Raven's inner circle that had killed off Byakuya and this was his replacement.

A part of Qrow kind of hoped the man was dead. Good riddance. "Momo, you haven't changed. And Baiken, glad to see you're still kicking. I figured an old hag like you would've been long dead by now."

"Now is not the time for your sass, little brother," Raven said in a demanding tone, clearly impatient to have this coming conversation. For her part, Baiken seemed more amused by Qrow's attitude than offended and Momo just laughed to himself.

"Uh-huh," Qrow grunted, turning to look back at his sister with a glare, "care to explain?"

Raven didn't reply at first, pulling up a makeshift chair and sitting before Qrow. There was a long moment as the two twins stared at one another. Even with so little contact throughout the past two decades, Qrow could see how worn down his sister looked. Not just physically either. Something had happened since she'd visited him in that bar not all that long ago.

Why else would she willing bring him into the tribe's camp, to its very heart.

"After our last talk, before the incident with the Minitour," Raven added, probably guessing Qrow had a snarky comment lined up, "I returned to the tribe's true camp and some rather disturbing news. A recently accepted member of the tribe turned out to be one of Ozpin's agents who had found us and infiltrated our ranks. How he found us he refuses to say."

"One of Oz's agents?" Qrow repeated, eyes narrowing as he became hyper-suspicious of his sister's words. Outside of the inner circle of the Brotherhood, everyone involved in the war with Salem had been handpicked by Ozpin and carefully vetted; they were vigorously trained and sworn to secrecy but kept on a need to know bases so if one did talk the damage would be minimal. His sister's choice of words also intrigued him - home camp had been compromised, meaning they must've been at one of the tribe's backup camps scattered across the Mistralian wildland known as Nowhere."The hell would one of Oz's people want with you, Raven? What the hell were they doing out here in the middle of Nowhere?"

"Not me, Qrow." Raven shook her head before very deliberately looking towards the entrance of the tent where the young woman stood. The one Qrow didn't know. "They joined this camp under the guise of being an ally looking to carve out a living here on the fringes of Nowhere. After a week they turned on us and attempted to take the Spring Maiden by force when I was paying you a visit. By the time I was finally able to subdue him when I returned he'd killed six of my people – including Byakuya."

"Say again?"

"You heard me the first time, Qrow."

"Shit," Qrow swore under his breath. Just what the hell had been going on? Most of the Brotherhood's agents had been at Beacon when it fell and were accounted for – all of them were assisting Glynda in protecting Vale and clearing the Grimm out of Beacon now. Those not accounted for had been presumed dead. "Why would one of the Brotherhood do that?"

"A story best told by him." Raven turned her head towards the Spring Maiden, "Vernal, have the mutt brought in."

Vernal nodded, ducking out of the tent as Qrow watched her go. The Brotherhood existed to protect the Maidens, so why would one try and take this Vernal woman by force? Whilst Qrow was pained to admit it, a Maiden of ten years would be a serious threat on her own, but if backed by Raven and the tribe? Qrow pitied the fool Salem sent after the Spring Maiden.

But wait, Raven had said subdued, and Vernal had gone to fetch this prisoner who was supposed to have worked for Ozpin. But… Raven would have gutted enemies for lesser crimes. How was this Hunter still alive?

It took a long moment of waiting in silence before the flap of the tent was brushed aside again. Oh no, Qrow thought as his eyes flew to the entrance to see another ghost from his past. Harimau. "Son of a bitch…" he cursed his luck – of course, she'd be too stubborn to just accept her fate and die after their last confrontation like any normal person would have done.

"At least you know what you are," Harimau hissed jerking her arm and throwing her prisoner into the tent. "Long time no see, you bastard."

Qrow wasn't listening though as the fear crept up his spine as realisation dawned on him. If Raven had him prisoner that must've meant she had Ruby and Jaune too, something that hadn't occurred to him earlier with his mind being so preoccupied trying to work out what his sister wanted from him.

"Raven… where is Ruby?"

"She's our prisoner, along with her blonde friend," Raven said confirming his fears, "but they're alive. They will stay that way provided you do as your told." Qrow turned away from staring wide-eyed at Harimau to glare at his sister but Raven was too busy staring down Harimau to notice him. The last part had been directed specifically at the augmented bandit. "That will be all, Harimau. Leave."

The bandit woman just gave Qrow a disgusted look, almost begging him to try or say something. But when he didn't she just gave a disgruntled noise, turning on her heel and leaving in a huff. It was then that Qrow noticed the woman had Crescent Rose slung across her back.

Oh, he was going to kill her this time.

When he was done with her Harimau would wish Summer was around to talk him down into sparing her life this time.

"Really, Raven? You'd use Summer's daughter as a hostage to get your way?"

"Given the current situation," Raven spoke evenly, but it was clear even she didn't like what she was admitting to, "Yes. I am."

In that moment, all the rage and fear he felt overwhelmed him and Qrow let himself slump in his seat. Just what had they got tangled up in that Raven was willing to go this far? She'd use her best friend's daughter as a bargaining chip to buy his abidance.

"Understand, Qrow," Raven snapped her fingers and out of the corner of his eyes he saw Baiken and Momo both move to pick up the prisoner on the floor of the tent, "do as you're told and when you return to us I'll release both Ruby and the blonde boy alive and intact to you and we can go our separate ways and never see each other again. Now," Raven stood from her seat and stepped to one side before Baiken and Momo dropped young man into the seat where his sister had been. "Talk."

The Hunter let his head hang, refusing to look up at Qrow until Raven tugged on his mess of salt and pepper hair that looked in desperate need of a cut and wash. Had it not been for familiar baby blue eyes Qrow might not have recognised the bristly bearded, bruised and swollen face that was caked in dirt. Looking down Qrow saw the young man was missing his left arm, Raven probably having removed his prosthetic as a safety measure. Wearing worn, ragged and tattered black pants and a torn blue hoodie and white tank top. The black and red leather hooded long-coat Amber had gifted him with was nowhere to be seen. Probably taken by one of the tribe as he'd would never willingly part with it.

"Rowan?" Qrow asked, a little unsure if it really was the young Atlesian operative. The young Hunter nodded weakly. "You look like shit."

Now Raven's inability to kill this Brotherhood operative made sense. Rowan's Semblance did make him a lot more durable than most Huntsmen.

Rowan Lupus had been fresh out of Atlas at the time Ozpin had recruited. Oz's interest in the boy's Semblance resulted in him being charged with protecting the new Fall Maiden; Amber Faraday. It had made sense at the time as Rowan's team, Wisteria, had been the ones to discovered Amber by chance on their last mission before graduating. For two years, Rowan had been Amber's protector before a phantom from STRQ's past, a particular nasty Grimm, known as the Leshrac had taken his arm and left him unable to fulfil his duty.

Qrow had been appointed as his replacement and taken over protecting the Fall Maiden. Not long after she was attacked and left comatose with a part of her powers stolen.

"Clearly, you've not seen a mirror," Rowan replied in a voice that sounded like it hadn't been used in days, "or you wouldn't be talking." His comment earnt him a swift backhanded slap from Raven, who looked irate at how slow things were going. Clearly, time was not something they had a lot of.

"Enough!" Raven snapped impatiently, "Start talking. Tell him what you told me."

Rowan glared at Raven for a moment, killing intent in his gaze, but he wasn't doing much without his dominant arm and his Aura suppressed. Grunting, the Brotherhood operative turned to look at Qrow.

"Tell me, do you remember when I came to you after Ozpin told me about what happened to Amber?" Rowan asked, waiting for Qrow to nod.

"You wanted everything I could give you on her attackers." Qrow recalled, frowning, "wasn't much to go off. You'd just be cleared to leave rehab but still had a long of therapy to do before you were cleared for duty. Ozpin didn't want you running off chasing dead ends when you were still healing."

"What you gave me was more than enough." Qrow's eyes narrowed. After he and Rowan had talked Ozpin had stepped in as he wasn't willing to let Rowan waste time on something he saw as fruitless and told Rowan to stand down and finish healing so he could be reassigned. Rowan had left and struck out on his own that same night. "Asides from weapons there's one thing I do really well and that's track people. I can't tell you how many times I almost lost the trail but just before the Vytal Festival the trail took me to Haven.

"The group responsible for attacking Beacon got in pretending to be students from Haven," Qrow said for him, knowing full well this part of the story.

"I was able to dig out the files of those 'students' when they I saw them compete in the Festival," Rowan nodded before pausing, "I really wish I hadn't." There was a note of shame in Rowan's voice now, Qrow let his eyes leave the slumped Hunter in front of him and travel to his sister.

"You'll understand soon enough." Was all Raven said.

After a moment of silence, his sister grabbed the back of Rowan's head, jerking it up and forcing him to look at Qrow and continue to the story.

"Qrow," Rowan's voice shook, "All of the students who infiltrated Haven and then Beacon only had one thing that distinguished them from any other student files. All their application documents and files were overseen and signed off by Professor Leonardo Lionheart personally – the headmaster of Haven forged their transcripts for them."

Qrow sat in silence, trying to wrap his head around what was being said. Was Leo a traitor? Sure, Jimmy had never much trusted him and Qrow himself found the Haven headmaster a little twitchy but Ozpin had trusted the man and in the end, that had been enough. Had the former headmaster been wrong?

"You're sure…?"

"Qrow, after I confronted him about it he had members of the staff take me down and threw me in prison to rot until after Beacon fell."

"So, what's all this got to do with Spring?" Qrow asked as said Maiden returned to the tent. He recalled Raven saying Rowan had attempted to capture Vernal. "How the hell did you even end up here if Leo caught you?"

"...We cut a deal."

"You did what?"

"Lionheart told me if I could track down and bring back the Spring Maiden then he'd give me the very thing I'd left Ozpin and the Brotherhood to find."

"Amber's attackers." Qrow snarled as his rage returned – first Rowan had the brass to tell him that Leonardo Lionheart was a traitor, then admit he'd made a deal with him. A deal that would only make things worse for those who opposed Salem just so he could pursue his quest for vengeance.

"Lionheart inserted a tracker into my left arm and put me to work." Well, that explained where his arm went. Raven must've destroyed his arm when she found out about the tracker. Rowan willingly lifted his head for the first time since Vernal had returned, his face a portrait of shame. Good, at least he had the good sense to know how much he'd screwed up. How bad a spot he'd put them in. "I didn't exactly have much to go off, but when I want to find someone I usually can. It was the only way to find the people who killed Amber. I couldn't just let them get away with what they did to her, Qrow. I was so pissed at Ozpin for his willingness to just find the next suitable candidate to unload the rest of Amber's power too. He was going to cast her aside like trash without even trying to save her!

"At the time it was a no-brainer decision. Amber wasn't my mission, Qrow, she was my friend - someone I treasured and I wasn't there when she needed me." Rowan said, almost as though he was pleading for Qrow to understand. The older Huntsman just looked at him like the trash he was. "Ozpin couldn't have cared less about her. In my rage, I took the deal without a second thought. It took me months but I found the Spring Maiden."

Everyone looked to Vernal, who glared at Rowan. "I always find my man." Rowan hung his head again. "But it didn't turn out anything like I thought it would. When I made my move after Raven left one night I was certain I could capture Vernal without much trouble. But then Raven returned - that's when I knew I couldn't win. In my rage and despair, the beast got off its leash. I don't really remember much after that until I woke up in chains at a different campsite."

"You're scum, Lupus." Rowan did not argue with Qrow. "What does all this have to do with me?" he suspected he already knew, but he needed to hear Raven say it.

"Ever since Rowan found us we've had to say on the move," Raven said. The tribe had several different camps for situations like this so they were harder to catch. Raven would only act as she was if they had run out of places to run to avoid Lionheart and Salem though - and Salem must've been damn close again if Raven would use Ruby as a hostage to get her way. Their enemies had their scent and Rowan would only be the first harbinger and those that followed would be far worse. "You, my dear brother, are going to send Salem a message on our behalf and show her we are not to be trifled with. You Qrow, are going to kill Leonardo Lionheart for me."

Song: Bad Moon Rising as performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival