"Let's give the crowd a good fight."
"No, no. no, no." Winter's mumbles and cries were the prayer he was reciting as soon as he saw her ship come into the view of the school. Frost ships weren't exactly the most unnoticeable things to fly. They were loud, brash, and made up of noise. The hulls were painted a chilling shade of dark blue with the name 'Frost' painted across in snow white font. Cutting through the sky like a ship against the clear blue sea.
Winter's gaze followed the ship as it landed against the dock, legs easing out of the bottom of the great aircraft and knocked against the floor. By pairs, a dozen or so soldiers began to march out of the hull and onto the grounds. The snowflake pasted against their breast and rifles at the ready in their hands.
The droids were standard soldiers, the constructs were made to only serve one person. And this person in particular was being escorted off of the ship and right towards the school. Arms folded behind her and her eyes glancing over the road before her like an unconquered piece of land.
"No, no, no." Winter squinted his eyes, barring his teeth as he took off his cap. A hand running through his locks and his eyes meeting the gaze of his older sister's. Sara.
She was of the snowy white hair variety, much like her younger brother. Unlike Winter, who's typical attire was something more of the laid back casual aristocrat, she was a lady of war. Her white coat with an inner red collar hung down to her mid calves, her dark blue button up shirt contrasted hard with her eggshell pants. Her stilettos made her tower of her brother, probably letting stand at eye level with Yin. Her harness crossing over her thighs and calves, leaving her sheathe against her hip and keeping a pair of dark leather knee pad tight against her.
"Who's that?" Ruben mumbled, leaning in close to Winter's ear. Sara took a sharp glance at Ruben, surprised to see not even a flinch in his almost dreary demeanor. His stunning silver eyes meeting her icy stare point to point. Not missing a beat. Winter clapped his hands together, his teeth barring down for a a rather forced smile as he took his best foot forward.
He bowed, short and with the least respect he could give.
"Dear sister. I do hope there's a...reason to your appearance. Time is a precious thing to waste." Winter's arms folded behind his back, nodding his head towards her as rolled back onto his heels.
"You assume too lightly, I expected to be greeted with more dread. And time, Winter, is a thing I do not waste." Sara's voice wasn't too unlike Winter's, that sense of higher class and class superiority stained her breath liked a glass of fine wine. But the delivery of her words gave Ruben a more callused and unforgiving tone. One would give when disciplining a troubled child. Irritated, almost tiredly so.
"Never implied you were wasting your time, Sara." Winter retaliated, nodding his head over towards Ruben. "I was having a fine afternoon with my team captain here-"
"Your team captain is a boy with whiskers on his face?" Sara let out a soft chuckle, glancing over Ruben with this squint in her eyes. She didn't seem to impressed, resting on his broad shoulders and thick arms. His cold eyes and his unnerving stare. "You're the one he's been raving about all summer? His new best friend?"
"Raving is an appropriate word?" Ruben glanced over at Winter, who's face made no sudden shifts or who's eyes ever grew. He simply stared at his older sister with this gaze of almost disdain. Of judgement. Of hesitance. "But yeah. I'm the captain of team RWBY, Madame Frost."
"Respectful and cute. Wonderful combination." Ruben gave her a slight smirk, nodding his head towards her. "I watched your work on the field. Ferocity at such a young age must be stressful." Sara took a step forward, finding the young man only came as high as her shoulders. Forcing her to look down at him. The act making her smile even greater. "Anger like that is good on the field. But for a leader, it's dangerous-"
"He's been leading fine, Sara. Alot's been asked of him in the past few months. I'd expect a people with more experience and wisdom would have cracked by now with the same load." Winter made abundantly clear. Straightening his stance and barring his teeth. "He's willing to do such things for good, the greater good. He's a better man because of it."
"Never implied he was, little brother." Sara's lips curled to a grin, almost on a flip of a coin. She walked over towards her brother, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Now, how have you been? Eating well? Making new friends?"
"Well, there's Ruben. Yin, Blair, Jaune-I think?" Winter's eyes squinted for a moment, before turning over towards Ruben. Who simply shrugged.
"Well, I have business with the headmaster. I'll be visiting the both of you soon." Sara gave them nod once more, before hearing the sound of wires being cut and metal being broken.
"These things can't seem to take a beating." The voice was slurred, and the voice deep. It rung deep into Ruben's core. His heart jumping in his chest as he sidestepped. That's when he saw him. That's when he saw Qrow.
"Oh, no..." Ruben began his march towards his Uncle, his hands coiled into fists as he approached the drunk older man. Who's alcohol could be smelt within a mile. "No, no, no."
"You! I want to talk to you, sweetheart." Qrow was stopped when Ruben placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling his fingers curl against the fabric. "Howdy, Kid."
"Qrow, what are you doing?" Ruben felt his hand getting swatted away before Qrow stumbled on forward.
"I got some words to exchange with the Atlas Sellout." Qrow stated, clapping his hands together as he approached Sara. "Miss Sara, Mrs. Sellout herself. Second only to her boss."
"That's quite enough out of you. Winter, leave. Now." Sara took a few steps in front of Winter, shielding him as she drew her saber. Pointing it down the way towards Qrow.
"Listen to your big sister, Princess. We've got plenty to talk about." Qrow snickered, rotating his neck as he waiting for her to strike.
Sara flashed step, blade sliding up besides his throat and prepared to cut through. She moved, he followed her. Dodging her swing. Then the next one, and the next one.
Everyone watched as Sara swung her sword as though she were combating the wind itself. Qrow didn't seemed worried, simply evading every attack. He took a quick bow, allowing the downward slash to slam into his own sword. The thick hunk of steel and metal clanged as the blades met. Qrow stepped back and drew his blade.
The mechanical whirring and whizzing left many in the audience in awe. Left Ruben in a state of worry.
He was watching his uncle duel against Winter's own sister in the middle of roaring audience.
Winter nodded his head towards Ruben, drawing his revolver and preparing to end this. Ruben drew his blades and did the same.
Qrow swung his blade back and found the twin scythes up against his side.
Sara prepared to swing hers before she found herself on the bad end of her younger brother's revolver.
"Stop! Now!" R and W Ordered in unison. Eyes narrowed and ready to fight.
Qrow saw the fury in Ruben's eyes. That sheer look of rage hidden in those eyes. He sheathed his blade without a second thought. The group watching let their displeasure be known. Many of them tossing bags of popcorn and sodas onto the field. A few hitting Ruben's boots.
Sara lowered her blade, marched over to Winter until she loomed over him like a falling tree. Her fists shaking and her teeth barred.
"Winter, stand down now-"
"Qrow! Frost! What is the meaning of this?" The booming voice echoed, sending shivers down the audiences spine. They all turned to see Ironwood marching towards them.
"If it's any consolation." Qrow threw up his hands, flashing the general a rather charismatic grin. "She started it."