Weiss Schnee, Remnant of the ice general

Chapter 1 – Meeting New Allies

"The weak are destined to lie beneath the boots of the strong. If that angers you, overcome your deficits."

A night has fallen on the city of Vale. Most of the streets were empty and the light in the windows were turned off. A single person was walking in the dead of the night. Cold wind was blowing between the tall buildings and against her pale skin, but that didn't bother her in the slightest, on the other hand she welcomed the feeling.

She was a young woman who looked to be in her late teens. She had long snow-white hair that flown down her back like a curtain with shorter bangs around her face. She had light blue eyes that seemed unnaturally sharp. She was fairly tall, around 165 centimeters and many women would do anything to have a figure like her.

She was dressed in white combat uniform that went down to her thighs, with black sleeves and black belt. Her legs were covered by pure white tights, she was also wearing white high heeled boots which added few more centimeters to her height. On top of her head was a black and white officer cap and around her neck was dark blue scarf. To finish of her looks there was a long rapier at her side with dust chamber.

She was none other than Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company and unknown to many, one of the most dangerous people on Remnant. And currently she was walking towards a very specific night club.

It didn't took her long to reach her destination and the moment she stepped into the club her vision was assaulted by disco balls and light flashing red and white. Weiss just adjusted the cap and walked deeper into the club. Most of the interior was colored black and the dance floor was made out of glass. There was also a DJ at the back of the club with a bear mask on top of his head.

But Weiss paid little attention to those things as she walked straight to the bar, while avoiding the young and sweaty teenagers on the dance floor. At the bar stood a giant of a man, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, with a red tie. His name was Junior. The moment his eyes landed on her they lit up with recognition.

"Miss Schnee? You're here earlier than I was expecting. Roman isn't even here yet." The man said while cleaning the empty glass behind the bar.

"I'm not foolish enough to expect that jester to be on time. In the meantime give me a glass of your best wine." Weiss told the man. From what she heard about Roman Torchwick she would be surprised if he actually came on time. But it honestly didn't matter; it wasn't like she was planning anything else for tonight.

For a moment it looked like Junior would ask about her age, but one simple glare was enough for him to shut up and pour her a drink. Weiss picked up the glass took a sip, it wasn't bad, but it couldn't compare to her mother's vast collection.

"Hey there Snow Angel." It actually took Weiss a few seconds to realize that voice was talking to her. When she turned around she spotted a young man around her age. He was tall, blond and scraggly. Actually scratch that last part, with that baby face and hoodie with a bunny on it he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly.

As an heiress of the largest dust company in the world, she was used to men trying to court her. They were hoping they could gain money, fame or even become the new CEO of the SDC. Ideas Weiss was quick to put down. There were also those who wanted more intimate relationship for the night. But Weiss never entertained that thought either.

Whichever category this one belonged to didn't matter. Weiss simply narrowed her eyes on him with a sour look. Most men were smart enough to realize she doesn't want anything to do with them.

"The name's Jaune Arc, short, sweet, roles of the tongue, ladies love it." Jaune Arc wasn't smart. When he added a wink at the end of the sentence Weiss felt a strong urge deep within her demanding her to grab the boy by his collar and throw him through the entrance door several dozen meters away. But she suppressed that feeling and took a deep breath to calm herself, just like her sister taught her.

"Do you have a business with me Jaune?" Weiss asked, her eyes looking directly into Jaune's own blue ones.

"No, not really." Jaune answered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I just thought that a girl like you shouldn't be in a place like this alone."

Even thought it was an innocent thing to say, another spark of anger ignited inside of Weiss.

"And who exactly do you think you are telling me what I should and shouldn't be doing?" Suddenly, despite the temperature of the room going down by several degrease, Jaune Arc found himself sweating.

"I-I didn't mean it like that; I just thought you could use some company that's all." The boy franticly explained, instead of getting the hint and leaving her alone. At this point Weiss's already shallow cup of patience was starting to overflow, luckily for Jaune Arc the bartender called him over.

Out of the corner of her eye Weiss watched the interaction between the boy and leader of local mafia. Jaune put a hefty amount of lien on the table and Junior gave in return some papers, most likely some fake documents. With the exchange done the two of them parted way, Weiss could even hear Junior parting words. "Try not to get yourself killed, kid."

But she paid him little attention as her eyes locked on another man that walked into the club. The man she was waiting here for the last few minutes.

"Hey, you haven't even told me your name." The blond buffoon shouted at her. She was slightly surprised that he didn't know who she was, then again he looked like he was from some backwater village.

Instead she fixed Jaune with a death stare that would give a pause to even the strongest huntsmen. "You look like an honest person, naïve but honest. So let me give you an advise: turn around and stop making a fool out of yourself before you get hurt. I won't warn you a second time." With that Weiss left stunned Jaune Arc behind and moved to her main objective for tonight.

Roman Torchwick, one of the most wanted men in the four kingdoms, famous thieve of Vale and self proclaimed criminal mastermind. That was the man that was sitting across Weiss Schnee with a smug smile on his face.

"So you're Weiss Schnee. I've got to say I'm impressed, barely a year in Vale and you already made a name for yourself, although I was expecting someone with your reputation to be a little… older." Roman wasn't even trying to hide the verbal jab at the end of the sentence and for a moment Weiss considered just killing the man and taking what she came for, but she abandoned that thought when she noticed that they weren't alone in the VIP room.

"Still old enough for you to bring your pet with you I see." Weiss said, her hand moving closer to her weapon.

"My my, aren't you paranoid little snowflake, there is no one else here besides us." She had to admit that Roman's poker face was perfect, but it wasn't enough to fool her.

"Drop the act, I can hear her breathing. I would suggest you to show yourself unless you want one of us to leave this place in a body bag." Weiss called out to the hidden assassin and after a few seconds and reluctant nod from Roman invisible glass shattered and a third person appeared in the room.

She was also young woman in her late teens, she was fairly short, her hair was a mix of brown, white and pink; her eyes were heterochromic with one being pink and the other brown. Her attire consists of white jacket, black leotard, black pants and high-heeled white boots.

Weiss recognized her as Neapolitan, Roman's accomplice, assassin and adopted daughter, all in one. While Neo wasn't as famous as Roman she was just as if not more deadly. Part of her reveled in the possibility of fighting two of Vale's most dangerous criminals, another the more tactical part of her reminded her that the two would be no use to her dead. Besides, if the thief kept his end of the deal there would be more than one fight ahead of her.

"Okay, I know this looks bad, but can you blame me wanting to have someone watching my back after what you did to the red-axe gang." Roman could see the look in her eyes and it unnerved him, there used to be only one person who could make him feel nervous with just a glare, now there were two of them.

"I don't care what you do, I care about results. Do you have it?" Weiss asked one hand still on her rapier.

"Straight to the point I see." Roman began as he searched through a briefcase that he brought with him. "You brought the money?"

Without a word Weiss reached into her pocket and throw a purse full of lien on the table. Roman's eyes almost sparkled when he saw the money. "That's quite the sum, papa Schnee must be pretty mad about his daughter spending so much, or perhaps this is a spoil of war and not your own money?" Roman asked another smirk forming on his face.

"Don't act like it matters to you where the money came from. Now, give me those files." Weiss all but demanded, not wanting to deal with the self-centered criminal anymore.

"Why so hostile? You know, you remind me of one of my colleagues, I think you two would get along quite well." Roman said but still handed her the files.

Weiss opened them and the first think that caught her eye was a tall man in a mask with a red hair and a pair of bull horns on top of his head wielding a red katana. Adam Taurus.

She continued browsing until she came upon another person. This one was a girl, maybe a year or two younger than the redheaded Faunus. She had yellow eyes and black hair with two cat ears on top of her head. Blake Belladonna.

"Mind telling me why does an heiress of the SDC want information on high ranking members of the white fang?" Roman asked.

Weiss didn't even look away from the list as she answered. "To defeat your enemy you must know your enemy."

"There is nothing to know about them, they are like a rabid animals, I been working with them for the past week and they are already giving me a headache." Weiss paused and looked at Roman who still had that smug smirk on his face. She could also see Neo giving Roman a disapproving look.

"And why would a terrorist organization work with a human and a thief no less." Weiss asked the criminal with new interest.

"You should be asking why does a professional like myself lower himself to work with a bunch of animals, and the answer would be that someone gave me a job offer that I couldn't refuse, if you get what I mean." At this point it looked like Neo was trying to set Roman ablaze with her eyes.

"And I guess that someone also made a similar offer to the white fang?" Weiss was now giving Roman her full attention.

"Most likely, I never cared to ask." Roman responded.

"And you want out? Why?"

"Let's just say that robbing dust stores without even taking any money isn't really profitable. Also the constant death threats aren't really good from my health. And seeing how you are already going after the white fang maybe we could help each other. What do you say: enemy of my enemy is my friend? "

Personally Weiss preferred the saying: friend of my enemy is also my enemy. She didn't know why would someone want the white fang on their side and truthfully she didn't really care. If they work with them she would crush them under her heel as well

Roman reached inside of his briefcase and pull out a different file. However before he could hand it to Weiss Neo took it from his hand with the look that screamed: 'Are you trying to get us killed?!'

"Neo this is our way out." Said Roman, but Neo just looked at Weiss with a doubtful look. It seemed that whoever this mysterious mastermind was, Neo was more afraid of them rather than Weiss. A mistake she should quickly rectify. However before anything could be said a loud boom echoed in the club.

Looking out of the window of their private room and down on the dance floor Weiss could see a small crater and around a dozen or so guards lying unconscious. But it was the person that stood in middle of now destroyed dance floor that made her eyes widen.

"Neo might be right. Small show of your strength would be… appreciated." Normally Weiss wouldn't even entertain thought of fighting someone on a whim of someone else but right now this wasn't a normal situation.

When Weiss made her way down on what used to be the dance floor her eyes locked on the women who caused all the destruction. The resemblance was uncanny. She was tall with a buxom figure, mane of long blond hair and if the gauntlets were anything to go by she was also a hand to hand combatant.

Maybe Weiss was just projecting, but if she wasn't this night would be much more interesting than she initially thought.

Soon enough the other girl took notice of her presence and their eyes locked. Beautiful lavender met a cold icy blue.

"Hey there, you look smart enough." The blond girl began with a smile on her face. "I'm looking for someone, mind telling me where they are." She showed Weiss a picture that gave her another pause. In the picture was a woman with long black hair and piercing red eyes, dressed in red and black with a katana at her hip. This couldn't just be a coincidence, right?

"You do know her!" The blond shouted, mistaking her look of confusion with a look of recognition.

"Perhaps," Weiss answered. "But why should I tell you anything."

The blonds' eyes flashed red. "Then I'll just have to beat the answer out of you."

Battle Music: Max Anarchy – It's all about me

Yang was the first to go on the offensive. She ran towards Weiss and fired her shotgun gauntlets, the recoil of her weapons propelling her faster towards her opponent. Not fast enough it seemed as Weiss simply leaned backwards, avoiding her punch. That didn't stop Yang though as she continued her assault. She continued throwing punches, aiming for Weiss's head and upper body, but much to her irritation Weiss seemingly effortlessly continued dodging her fists.

Weiss dodged another of her attacks and shoved Yang, making her stumble, but when she looked back instead of attacking, Weiss just looked at her with a amused and mocking smile. With a frustrated growl Yang throw a wild haymaker, one that was easily dodged but instead of following up with her left hand she spun around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick where her head was.

Weiss realized her opponent's intention too late to dodge so instead she raised her arms in front of her face. Despite blocking the kick with her forearms the blow was powerful enough to push her several meters back on the dance floor.

"What's the point of packing a sword like that if you aren't even going to use it?!" Yang shouted at Weiss even more angry than before when she realized Weiss still wasn't taking her seriously.

"You should be careful what you're asking for." Weiss simply stated, something that infuriated Yang even further. She rushed in for another attack but to her surprise and shock there was a flash of blue light and her fist was intercepted by the cold steel of Weiss's rapier, the Myrtenaster. "But if you wish to die so young, who am I to deny your request."

For the first time in her life Yang Xiao Long thought she might bit of more than she could chew. She thought she was used to fighting; just a month ago she graduated from Signal, probably the best combat school in Vale, as a top of her class no less. She was even used to sparring with opponents that were stronger than her; both her father and uncle were professional huntsmen with two decades of experience behind their belts.

Nothing could prepare her for this. Fighting for your life against a trained opponent was a lot different than her sparring matches or some local competitions. If she lost those she would go home, brood for a couple hours and then get right back on her feet. If she lost now she would be sent home in a coffin.

Weiss was good, in fact too good for someone of her age. Her attacks were so fast that Yang could barely keep a track of the blade and each slash came down upon her with enough strength to make her take a step back. It felt like she was trying to block a war hammer instead of a rapier. She could feel her bones vibrate under the strength of her attacks and she was sure that they would break if not for her aura, but even then she could feel her aura slowly going down with each hit. On the brighter side each hit she blocked fueled her semblance.

Suddenly her opponent's sword flashed above her and in the last second Yang crossed her hand above her head blocking the rapier with an X-shape guard. She tried to push her off but found that she was quickly losing the contest of strength. The next think she knew Weiss kicked her, sharp heel digging into her stomach. Yang skitted backwards and when she looked at Weiss she could see a bloodthirsty grin on her face telling her she was enjoying it way too much.

Yang felt her anger rise and in a blink of an eye her vision turned red and her hair ignited. With a newfound strength in her legs she jumped high in the air and fall back down like a meteor making crater where Weiss used to be. To her credit Weiss cartwheeled away but the resulting shockwave knock her off balance something that Yang took full advantage off.

In a second she was onto Weiss and attacked her with everything she got. Weiss managed to balance herself just in a nick of time as punch after punch was coming her way. Now with her semblance activated Yang managed to turn the tide of the battle, each attack came out faster and easily twice as powerful. And yet despite this she still couldn't land a clean hit on Weiss or wipe that insufferable smirk off her face that was only intensifying as the fight went on.

Yang was sure that in time she could find an opening or finally break her opponents guard but as it were time was not on her side as her semblance was quickly running out of gas.

Weiss parried one of her punches and took a swing at her with her rapier. A desperate times, call for desperate measures. She let the blade hit her, doing the best to ignore the pain and the way her aura flashed yellow in protest, she took advantage of the new found opening. She poured everything into a single punch that connected with Weiss's stomach and she was lunched like a cannonball across the whole club impacting a wall with enough force for a spider web cracks to form.

Yang dropped to her knee in a combination of pain and exhaustion. She was sure that if she looked at her scroll now her aura would be uncomfortable close to red. In tournament once your aura of your opponent reaches red you are declared a victor but this wasn't a tournament and in real life people don't stop fighting just because their aura gets low.

Above the ground floor were two individuals observing the fight.

"Heh, I guess you were right, if she can't take care of Goldilocks down there, there's no way she could fight her." Said Roman Torchwick already turning away from the battle but before he could leave Neo grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

"Neo?" Roman asked her but she paid little attention to him. Her eyes were locked onto Weiss as she was slowly getting back up. She might have disregarded the white haired girl before but now she noticed something was different about her. Something was telling her this fight is far from over.

Weiss slowly stood up; she ran her tongue across her mouth before spitting mouthful of blood. She picked up the sword that has fallen from her hand. She felt like her stomach was on fire, her hands trembled slightly and part of her vision was blurry.

"Had enough princess?" Yang called out, to her trying to appear stronger than she was feeling. Weiss laughed, it wasn't sarcastic or some maniacal laughter, but honest laugh like Yang just told her one of the funniest puns ever. But her demeanor shifted almost instantly when their eyes locked and Yang couldn't tell if the shivers that ran down her back were from the drop of temperature, from Weiss's glare alone or a mixture of both.

"Enough? I was just getting started!" If Weiss's glare was bloodthirsty before now it was downright murderous. But she still felt curious about one thing. "Tell me, you ever heard about organization called Night Raid?"

"Never heard of it." Yang replied honestly while preparing herself for another round.

"That's a shame." For a moment Weiss seemed disappointed but that didn't stop her from taking confident steps towards Yang. "You remind me of one of their members. Wanna know what I did to her? Actually," Weiss pointed the tip of her blade towards her and her smirk only grew. "why don't I give you a demonstration?"

Yang tried to charge her again but stopped as dozen of white glyphs appeared behind Weiss. "What the-" She didn't get to finish when suddenly ice shards started raining down on her from those glyphs.

She dodged and punched through most of them but her advances were stopped when the glyphs tripled and appeared around her in 360°. The heavy icicles impacted against her body dropping her aura even lower. Suddenly they stopped and all the glyphs disappeared. Instead one giant glyph appeared before Weiss and from in a giant horn of ice was shot straight at Yang.

She managed to ground herself and threw several punches in the projectile's direction and managed to shatter it when it reached her.

She didn't get any space to breathe as Weiss was already upon her with her blade. But there was something different about her; it was like that punch awakened something inside her.

Weiss seemed to abandon any sort of defense and went full on offence. Her strikes were even stronger and her sword became a blur. The small openings that Yang noticed were gone replaced with ferocity that she had never seen before.

Weiss's way of fighting seemed to be more brutal than before. For every strike Yang managed to block Weiss landed two more, the attacks slowly chipping away at her already fragile aura. When she tried to create some distance, Weiss just lunched more icicles attacking her from distance, before rushing back at her.

Just in a nick of time Yang managed to block the rapier but Weiss didn't give up so easily and pushed against her with more strength. She was so caught up trying to push Weiss off that she didn't notice the dust chamber in her rapier spin and land on yellow dust. Electricity traveled through the sword and her gauntlets and straight into her body.

Yang screamed in agony as the electricity traveled through her. The pain didn't stop as Weiss kicked her and pushed her backwards before she lunched after her for another attack. Yang still managed to block the sword strike but that was just a distraction as Weiss grabbed the girl by her neck and lifted her into the air. She had an iron grip around her throat, squeezing her windpipe, choking the poor girl all the while looking into her eyes without any mercy, only a twisted look of enjoyment on her face.

Yang aimed her shotgun gauntlets at her face and pulled the trigger only to hear an empty click. She trashed and kicked in hope of regaining her breath but found her world turn upside down as Weiss slammed her into the floor. She tried to use this opportunity to take a breath but Weiss landed a vicious kick into her ribs and Yang was thrown across the club like a ragdoll.

Slowly Yang got on her knees taking heavy breaths. It was a miracle that she still had a little of her aura left, just enough for one last attack. Weiss looked at her, almost impressed that she could still fight.

With shaky legs Yang rose to her feet. She activated her semblance and with a battle cry charged Weiss in one final attempt. Her feet carried her to her forward and she threw a wild haymaker into her face.

Her fist connected, a loud boom echoed into the city and the whole building shook as a powerful shockwave threaten to bring it down onto the two fighters.

When the dust settled Yang found out that, much to her shock, her last attack was blocked by a singular white glyph. "No." She half whispered. She took several steps backwards but her legs gave out on her and Yang landed on her backside and she was forced to look into the eyes of her would be killer.

Weiss looked down at the opponent she defeated, just another pest she put in their place. She walked forward with the intent to kill but stopped when she noticed the blood on her sword. By the looks of it her sword managed to pierce through Yang's weakened aura. She watched the drops of blood as they slowly flowed down her sword, coating the weapon in her blood.

She noticed her reflection and froze. Her eyes were icy cold but there was a sadistic glow in them. Her lips were curved upwards into a bloodthirsty smile. But what caught her attention most were the differences. While her eyes were still blue her reflection's were a shade darker and her snow-white hair turned sky-blue. She could also see a black tattoo above her larger cleavage in the reflection.

Weiss's heart started beating faster forcing her to breathe faster as well. Just now she noticed how cold it was around her; the temperature around her must have been below zero as each exhale formed a thick cloud of steam. She felt a dull pain in her head and that's when the voices came. BREAK. COMMIT. REND. STEAL. KILL. SEVER. ERASE. PERISH. HARM. DEGRADE. She placed her free hand on her head trying to alleviate the growing pain to no avail.

Visions of dead man filled her mind, memories that weren't her own flooded inside her brain at an overwhelming pace. She could hear the desperate screams of people all the while the voices inside of her head were getting louder and louder.

'Enough!' She internally shouted. She slashed with her blade in a wide arc cleaning it of the girl's blood before putting it in her sheathe with an audible click. At once the voices stopped and the air around her suddenly got warmer. She also took several deep breaths, just to be safe.

She turned away from Yang. "If you value your life, leave." Something she didn't have to tell twice as Yang managed to get to her feet and left the club with a limp.

Killing the girl would only cause problems; she was strong but still young and inexperienced, most likely a huntress in training and people would start asking questions if she just disappeared.

Besides, Weiss killed only when necessary, not for her own enjoyment… right?

That thought was interrupted by loud clapping coming out the back of the club. When she turned around she spotted Roman Torchwick walking towards her.

"Impressive, truly impressive. For a moment I thought she had you there but wow, you're scary when you get serious." Suddenly the thief stopped and shivered. "Why is it so god damn cold down here?"

"Keep your fake praise and tell me who's leading the white fang." Said Weiss, not really in the mood to deal with people now after what happened.

"I could," the thief started a smile forming on his face, "but after what I saw here today I could 'arrange a meeting' between you two. What do you say?"

A smile once more formed on Weiss's lips. In the end going here wasn't a complete waste of time after all.