This day will surely go down in Remnant's history. I'd prefer it if my students could live to tell about it.
The blaring alarms were almost too much for her ears to handle, and the way her mother's hand felt as it gripped her wrist felt like her arm was about to be pulled out of her socket. The way they were running seemed as though it would be fast to simply drag the child, rather than run at her own pace. As it seemed to be more of a handicap than an act of mercy.
The noise that seemed to echo the nightsky was battling over what would be the last noise the poor denizens of the city were destined to hear. Would it be the booming and rumbling blows that were the cannons? The very same that had belonged to the ship of Vale?
The series of explosions and the bombings were a strong contender, as they were mostly homes and businesses that were getting the worst of it. It was the citizens and families, not military, that were getting family homes caving in on top of them. It was their cafes, their restaurants, their banks and their candy stores that were now aflame and falling into pieces.
The howls and cries of the Grimm, and the constant scurrying that was their rushes and runs. The thrashing noise of claw against metal, hoof against stone, teeth against flesh that made the chills run down spines. It is what made the blood run cold. It is what made the knees shake and the hearts stop.
But for the child, for all her tears and her cries, it was the agonizing screams that were coming from those who lived in her home city were enough to drive any man or woman to insanity. It was hearing the voices of what were probably her friends crying out for their parents as flaming hot debris came crashing down atop of them. The screaming for help that would arrive too late or never at all. All of this noise is what drove the poor child into a walking puddle of tears as her mother dragged her through the city streets.
Trying to get her baby girl to safety. Trying being the most accurate word at the moment. Given the circumstances.
The mother stopped, pulling her daughter close to her and combed her dark hair behind her ears. The mother intertwined her hands with her daughters, giving the child a very forced and fake smile. All of her teeth showing and her eyes not straining to show the glistening of tears in them.
"We're almost there, sweetheart. We just need to reach one of the airships, and we'll be in the clear." The girl wanted to believe her mother's sincere but untrue words. She wanted to believe that there was going to be that magical airship that would propel them to safety. Away from the worry. Away from the anger. Away from the pain. Away from the Grimm and their nefarious appetites.
The little girl simply shook her head, as her eyes caught a glimpse of a moving shadow along the rooftops.
The way her mother's body froze as the earth seemed to crumble beneath her could only be matched by the way her falling tears seemed to stop in the middle of her cheeks. The beast's ear shattering roars made the little girl clap her hands over her ears. Dropping the two of them to their knees. The faint line ringing in their ears were only matched when the beast's stomps made the whole wide world shake right under their feet.
The Grimm's clawed feet created rough and wide craters with everystep, even sending lightning shaped cracks up and around the area of each step. As if to show off its immense weight and predictably incredible strength.
The Grimm was an adult Beowolf and a nasty one at that. It stood no more than a story tall, standing on it's hind legs and looming over the small family that was unlikely enough to cross it's path. With the bone that covered it's midnight black body now extended to his ribs and forearms, lingered against his shoulders like armor pauldrons, and the skull mask no more than a headpiece that rested against it's head.
It swung it's massive arms down, denting into the stone with it's jagged claws and freezing the young girl in her place. Saliva splashing against her face and clouds of dust crashing against her person. Obscuring the beast even more.
The beast rotated it's neck, snout mere inches away from the mother's chest as she placed herself meaninglessly between the Grimm and her only daughter. Her knees, shaking as they may be, refusing to budge even an inch as the beast stood before her. In the only hopes that she'll suffice and allow her child to slip away. Even if it's just a few seconds, just if it meant it delayed the inevitable.
The beast opened it's great maw, teeth slathered in a now pooling drool as he reeled his head back for the snap. Ready to slam against the mother and her daughter. As the beast went to close its mouth, it found great difficulty as it felt as though he were now trying to chomp through steel. It's claws digging into the floor as it strained to maintain it's strength.
It was even surprised that thousands and thousands of pounds of pressure were not only blocked, but even pushed back!
The woman's eyes eased open, a warrior cloaked in a golden glow held a hand on each of the beast's canines, and kept the mouth from collapsing together. The warrior's arms not rocking to the shakes of the maw, ever still as though he were holding the very air.
Yin took a long whiff, taking in the night air. The smell of fire and ash. The kind of smell that was followed immediately by the rancid breath of the Grimm. Yin nodded cordially, before letting out a groan and scrunching his nose. A gagging noise erupted from his lips, as he rocked onto his heels and easily lifted the beast up into the air. The slightest bend of the elbows and the knees were followed with the quick rotation of the hips. The arms in one direction, the hips in another.
The sharp movement, sent the head twisting one way and the body the other. The snapping of it's bones making the little girl 'yelp' and the mother scream.
The force was too intense for The great Grimm, as it slumped over atop of the warrior and the pedestrians. Yin shook his head, before he tossed the beast aside like a coat on a wet winter day. Clapping his hands clean before letting out a shriek. Followed by a chill running over his shoulders. Making him shiver.
"Horrible breath, dude." Yin rolled his shoulders back, turning to the young mother and her daughter. He gave her a quick salute of his two fingers, before turning to the little girl. Flashing her a soft smile and nod. He slowly rose his fist, letting out a soft chuckle. "You're so brave, keeping your cool when that dude was ready to chomp."
"I was scared..." She whispered, Yin's eyes softening as he glanced down at his fist. She sniffled, before getting a hand rest against the top of her head. He shook his head, before glancing over his shoulder. Nodding to the beast.
"Kid, listen. I fight things like that for breakfast." Yin shrugged, before turning to the child once again. Seeing a tear trickle down her cheek. "I am trained to do this. You aren't. And you stood your ground and said 'no.' You both did."
The mother gulped, seeing Yin simply nod towards her before taking a knee and sitting eye to eye with the little girl. Lip still curled to that golden smile.
"You're way, way, way braver than I am. Like, a bazillion times." The girl giggled, which in turn made him chuckle softly. He raised his fist once again, nodding his head. "So, I need you to be brave for me? Ok? For your mom?"
The little girl's lips cracked to a half smile, before nodding to the golden warrior and knocking her small hand against his. He blew up his hand like a bomb, before backpedaling down the streets. Waving goodbye.
"Get to safety! Now! I can't kill 'em all!" Yin stopped, screeching to a halt before perking his ears towards the right. Picking up the clattering coming from a dark and nearby alleyway. Yin pivoted his foot and slammed his heel into the jaw of the lunging Grimm.
The head snapping back so fast and hard, the pointed nose of the Grimm's skull plate ran it's jagged edges between the beast's own shoulder blades before tumbling down the street and onto the opposite sidewalk.
Yin shook out his wrists, before taking off in a sprint once again. His laugh echoing throughout the night. "I'll sure as heck will try though!"
Pyrrha's eyes just kept on Penny's loose limps and her various swords. A few scattered all over the field, a couple impaled into the various pieces of the synthetic girl. A blade had pierced her right hand, fingers clawing at the cheeks of the sword, as if trying to pull itself out moments before the end came. Another was jammed through to the hilt and keeping her torso pinned to the arena's floor. Her still vague and gloomily lit eyes resting upon Ruben as he knelt in the corridor.
A part of Ruben wanted to believe that Penny could be fixed, and that this was just a minor setback for the poor lass. Another hoped that if this was in fact the end, that she at least saw one person who considered her a friend.
So that she, at the very least, died knowing that Ruben Thorn would remember her. Remember her smile and her laughter. Her feelings and her thoughts. If, at the very least, die knowing she had made at least one friend.
Ruben's eyes jumped up to the bird, as it loomed over head and swooped back down into the shield. This time, bashing through what was the only line of defense and plummeting towards the young warrior who was mourning over her fallen foe. it's talons out and ready to eviscerate Pyrrha. Ruben's hands coiled together, before slamming his fists into the floor and flashing into the arena center. Teeth barred and his eyes flaring up.
He still had to get Pyrrha out of that pit, and away from that Grimm. With a hard breath, Ruben focused and let out a bellowing warcry.
Before Ruben could blink, he was in the center of the arena, racing past Pyrrha and quickly approaching the bird. Han and Gren were resting in his locker, which meant he was either beating this beast with his hands or he had to improvise.
Fingers tracing against one of the handles of Penny's puppet swords and getting a firm grip, Ruben decided to improvise. Using all that forward momentum, he unsheathed the sword out of it's concrete sheath.
Spinning the blade in his hand and slamming it down to the blade's hilt against the beast's chest. Dark ooze emanating from the wound as Ruben slammed his heels into the bird's broad chest, rocketing off of the beast and landing a few paces before Pyrrha.
Ruben's eyes were aflame, his breathing was steady but labored, and his hands were as stiff as river stone. His fingers twirling the blade in his hand as he placed himself before the mourning warrior and the bird.
Pyrrha's eyes were a haze, to say the least, with her clouded vision obscured not only by the lights but by her own tears. When the red flash pulsed past her, her vision raced with it. A cloaked red figure standing over head, wielding a jagged blade.
"You're not getting her too." The voice was a growl, just as ferocious as the very beasts he was fighting against. With the blade in hand, he meandered in front of Nikos, a hand moving behind him and working his scroll. A few thumb presses and scrolls were just what he needed as he kept the blade in hand. "Stay! Back!"
"Ruben?" Pyrrha mumbled, her eyes glancing up and seeing the messy old man gray hair that she had seen so many times before. The young man glanced up towards the opening in the Colosseum's roof, barring his teeth as the beast came forward.
Ruben threw up his arms, letting out a loud and horrible roar as the Grimm mimicked the same. Fanning out it's wings and showing off it's massive wingspan. Nearly blocking out all light in the arena within it's wings.
All Ruben could do was smirk, as his locker came careening down and smashed into the back of the bird's skull. Permanently sidelining the bird as the case popped open and the two scythes laid dormant in their padding. Ruben walked over towards the locker, taking Penny's sword and sliding it into his waistband. Giving the cross-guard a sincere pat before reaching into the fallen locker.
Taking Gren in hand, he gave the lever a cock before slamming the muzzle into the Grimm's cheek bone. With a trigger pull, the upper left half of the skull was blasted into dust, littering the area in a white cloud for a moment. As Ruben holstered Han and hopped off of the beast.
With his arms outstretched, he looked over the remaining students in the area. The only students who were brave enough, crazy enough, stupid enough to stay here after all that has transpired. Ruben cleared his throat, his eyes glowing as he shook his hands.
"I! am! Not! Going to to let some beasts walk into my home! My home! And tear it to shreds! Not today! I refuse to let my home get bombed and scarred like last time! I can fight! So I choose! To fight! If anyone wishes, let them run! Not! Me! I will take the fight to them! And make them! Pay! Who will charge with me! And seize this day!" Ruben's voice echoed in the auditorium, filling the night air with his heavy words.
He waited for the battle cries. He waited for the roars. He waited for the naysayers.
What did he get?
He got blinded when a camera flashed and caught him off guard. Ruben's free hand reaching up to rub his whited out vision as he peered over the crowd. Which seemed to be unmoved by the speech. With a groan, Ruben marched off towards the concrete hallway, ready to leave this place with the others.
Ruben marched through the hall, only to hear a whistling noise and having a locker crash right into the floor before him. The door popping open, missing him by mere inches. Ruben winced as the air brushed past him, only to be bewildered as he saw Jaune's trusty old Sword and shield resting in the pod.
Jaune ran to Ruben's side, hands resting over his mouth as his big sky blue eyes. Ruben's silver gaze rested upon the blonde warrior, as he glanced from the pod to Ruben. From the pod to Ruben. Pod, Ruben. Pod Ruben. Pod, Ruben.
"Sorry...kinda...misjudged where you were gonna be..." Jaune said, before a hand reached out and rested upon his shoulder. The gloved paw curling against Jaune's spaulder as a soft smile graced Ruben's lips.
"Thanks...friend." Ruben mumbled, before turning to everyone. "Alright! Armor and weapon up! We got us a city to save!"
Ruben, Pyrrha and Jaune rushed out of the gate, fellow students behind them as they lead their posse to the nearest airship. Coincidentally, the closest one was manned by General Ironwood himself, who was busy slamming several slugs into the underjaw of a downed Grimm. Ruben would have rather had Glynda berate him and object to his actions, instead of having to try and strong arm Ironwood into doing anything after the move he pulled just hours ago.
But given the look of begrudging respect on the man's face, Ruben didn't want to admit he enjoyed it.
After the final shell struck, Ruben rose his voice and called out to the older man.
"We need a plane out of here! We need to get the ground!" Ironwood glanced over at Ruben, his jaw dropping at the sight of the force he had gathered. His dropped jaw swinging to a simple smirk as he returned his gaze to Ruben. Seeing the boy who stood up to him no more than hours ago standing tall and ready. Leading this army into battle as any good leader would. Ruben shrugged, lips curled to a smile. "Huntsman are born from this form of commitment, right?"
"Yes they are. You're full of surprises, Young Thorn." Ironwood took a mere glance over the students, students that not only were devoted to helping secure this outrageous war but were also qualifiers in the tournament to boot. "Come, everyone, I got an airship for everyone."
Everyone with armaments ready, rushed on board and took their seats. Either in the chairs or besides the window, it didn't matter to them. All they cared about was getting on the ground floor and containing the situation. Eyes resting on the great wide windows as the ship began to pull out of port.
Ruben holstered Gren, his eyes peering over to notice that Velvet was watching him. She didn't seem worried, or scared or even upset. She was impressed, with her smile ever present as she simply kept her brown eyes fixated on him.
Even with the world descending into chaos all around them, she gazed at him as if he were the most important thing on this plane. A gaze Ruben returned with a soft smile and a little chuckle. Ruben's eyes averted away from Velvet, his eyes getting a glance at Mercury sprinting onto an airship, an airship that was now abruptly using it's thrusters upwards and slamming into the overhead hanger.
The blue hot fire pulsing out of the machine as it steadied itself. Ruben's heart sank when he thought of whoever was piloting that ship, was no pilot, and did not know how to fly. And whoever it was, was only there to pick up Mercury and get out of dodge. Without wasting much time, Ruben wanted to make sure that Mercury wouldn't be leaving this place in one piece. Preferably pieces.
Ruben took off towards the bay doors, hand slamming against the door's manual open button. The alarms blaring as Ruben steeled himself for the jump. The height between the dock and the ship growing exponentially as time seemed to pass. Ruben gulped, arms on either side as they swung at his sides. Prepping for the landing.
"This is just like jumping off the swingset." Ruben's eyes were shut as he rocked his body back and forth. Back and forth. Like a boat in the restless sea. 1.
"This is not like jumping off the swingset." Ruben had to keep the bile that was rising in his throat down as he began to shift his knees into the rocking. 2...
"This is gonna suck! This is gonna suck!" Ruben mumbled a silent prayer and braced for impact. 3!
As he made the move to jump, a hand locked around his wrist and spun him around.
A pair of bunny ears clapping against the top of his head and hands gripping his own. Ruben's silver gaze rested with Velvet's, as she held him close. She stood in disbelief, her lips trembling and her hands shaking with his own.
"What are you doing?" She asked, tugging on Ruben's wrists and keeping him with her. Ruben glanced out the bay doors, before turning back to her. Flashing her a half smirk as he studied the way her cute button nose rested along her face. "You can't be serious!"
"I was about to jump out of a moving aircraft." Ruben's eyes peeked over at the open doors. Gulping loudly. "So...pretty serious."
"Don't you know how dangerous and serious this is? Do you?" Velvet was shouting at this point, but Ruben didn't care. As much as he wanted to. He worried about how she was going to fair in the battles to come. Finally resting upon the fact that Velvet never needed to be worried about. She just needed to know that.
How powerful she really was under all those heavy jackets and hats. How unafraid she should be of the world when she could fight with the best of them.
How those rabbit ears were so soft and so adorable on her, that he wanted to reach out and pet them as she screamed at him. How tender and soft her hands felt against him, and wondered how they'd feel when they would be intertwined with his own. How inviting and delicious her lips looked and how gentle her gaze could be when she wasn't furious. How timid and shy she would be if she so much as glanced at him.
Ruben simply smiled and pressed his lips against hers for what felt like the last time, his arms reaching around her and gripping her shoulders. Feeling her tight body in his hands as he breathed her in. Pulling her slender body against his frame, warming the both of them against cool evening breeze.
Velvet's breath was caught in her throat, her vision blurred as her heart nearly leapt up into her throat and her body trembling under the weight of the act. Her eyes, when they finished being a blurred mess, had rolled to the back of her skull. Her hands grabbing handfuls of his jacket as he pulled her deeper into his embrace. Her ears falling to the side as she got lost in the moment.
Ruben pulled away, not before pressing his lips against her hot forehead, gave her a two finger salute as he backpedaled to the open bay doors. Awkwardly laughing as he took every step.
"I'm going to do what I do best." Ruben's voice cracked as he reached the edges of the bay doors, he gazed upon Velvet for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh. He glanced over Velvet, giving her somber nod before jumping off. "Keep safe. Love you, Vee."
For all it's worth, it was scary to follow through and jumping out of that airship.
It was terrifying when Ruben imagined that those could be the last words he ever will say to her.
Winter slam fired his revolver, as his hand fanned the hammer and his finger tapping that trigger as fast as he could. The six shots trailed up the Grimm's chest, the last shot splashing out through the back of his throat and leaving a nice exit wound that could be seen clear through the entrance. The beast stood idly in his stance, eyes staring up into the evening sky and Winter's revolver still blowing smoke.
Winter raised his gun, blew down into the muzzle, and the beast follow suit by collapsing a few moments later. Winter reached into his pocket to pull out another speedloader, having spent his last wheel drilling that fallen Grimm.
The screaming and barked orders of where and when to start by noncombatants was getting to get fairly annoying, as Winter blew the tuff of hair out of his eyesight and pivoted.
Winter groaned, leaning back and turning towards the right. Popping out his wheel as he rested his sights upon a charging noticeably irate boar. It's massive white tusks as sharp as needle points, and leaving a trail of dust in his wake. It's beady red eyes shining like stars in the night sky. Winter lined up a shot, sights resting upon one of the boar's knees to firmly take it to the floor so it can be properly executed.
The sound of a clanking chain rattled the air and disturbed Winter's focus. The Heir dropping the gun just before an ax head smashed right between the boar's eyes. Breaking through the skull and cleaving the boar's skull in two. Winter eased his hammer up, before turning around and seeing Blair pull his axe back into his hand. Flashing a cool grin at the Heir before getting a wave.
"Shove it, show off." Winter mumbled, glancing over at the Grimm marching off towards the left. Several wolves and another Snake. Winter grunted, wondering where the militia and army was when all this is going down. Barring his teeth as he thumbed the hammer on his gun. "Now, let's take care of the-"
"Traitor!" Blair and Winter's eyes shot over towards the right, an airship descending and a coated figure marching over towards Blair. He wore the steel mask with four slants, with the chin and mouth exposed. The black long sleeve underneath white and gray armor. The wolf plastered on his back. Blair's eyes grew as he shook his head softly. Flicking his arm out and jamming the axe right into the shouting White Fang's skull. The blade crashing against the helmet and taking the gang member to the floor. Leaving him as a heap on the floor.
"Idiot." Blair murmured, barring his teeth as he wrapped his hand around the length chain and pulled the ax into his open hand. Swinging the ax in small circles around him as the airships prepared to drop more and more soldiers.
Winter spun his revolver, the shells taking on a golden hue as he geared for another fanning shot. His eyes peering over the thrusters of three of the descending ships, a shallow breath being taken as he prepared to fire off his shot. Winter smirked, tongue trailing over his teeth as he chuckled softly.
"It's High Noo-"
"Just fire the stupid gun-" Before Blair could blink, the thrusters were blown to bits and pieces. An airship spiraling out of control and slamming into one of the huge pillars that stood proudly in the gardens. The airship exploding on impact, taking a piece of the monument with it as crumbled into nothing more than large pieces of debris. Smashing into the dirt and grass not even moments sooner.
The other two ships spun sharply, the cockpits smashing into the other and grounding the ships in huge and thundering landings. Winter's hand rested on his flatcap, which kept it from blowing off from the sudden gust of wind. Blair's scarf fluttered against the sudden breeze, hands rising up to block the air from his face.
Not detonating those inside as Winter had hoped for. Winter popped open his wheel, barring his teeth as he marched over to the two airships.
"Go deal with the Grimm, you don't want to see what I'm going to do to these beasts. With my stupid gun." Winter stated, Blair giving a solemn nod before sprinting off to go and deal with the rouge Grimm. Ignoring the various rifle fire and revolver shots. Only focusing on the Grimm.
The school grounds had erupted into an uninterrupted war-zone, with the bombarding of not only Vale's finest but coupled with the Grimm and White Fang. Both of whom seemed eager enough to get their hands upon anyone and anything. Blair ran parallel to the cafeteria windows, his eyes peering inside. Nothing but darkness.
He saw his own reflection in the windows, stopping for a brief moment to reflect on his...reflection. The way his disheveled hair was curled out in every direction imaginable. His ram horns curling out of the mess of his black hair. His beard had grown so unkempt and curly that it made him look a decade older than he wanted to admit. His eyes were beady and dark. Reminding him of the very beasts he was fighting.
The crimson scarf wrapped around his neck, the edges of said scarf were singed, strands of the yarn fluttering in the evening breeze. His long coat a dark leathery brown, with the dark combat boots and black tunic to match. Even after all the time that's passed, he could still see himself in the Fang's trademark mask, leading his men on missions with the fury of beasts.
"Ignis!" Blair's ears perked as a very familiar voice echoed the word. The sound of wood crackling and the smell of smoke soon followed. The voice didn't have the level of hardness or heartlessness that most of the White Fang were capable of.
Which meant there could only be one person in there. The only person that wouldn't be prepared for this fight as much as Blair was. Blair saw a rather large opening in the side of the building, swinging his axe out and into his hand. Focusing his breathing and making a sharp turn.
Blair first noticed the shadows that danced along the walls, of the flames and the bodies. Blair threw his axe out into the cafeteria floor, the blade's cheek skimming past the woman's knuckles and smashing into one of the many long tables.
The woman jumped, her hands curling around her staff as the flames roared unrivaled all across the room. Blair's eyes narrowed as his own breath quickened, his jaw dropping when his eyes fell on her.
"Haven't changed, have you?" Blair's eyes couldn't believe that she was here. Walking among the common foot soldiers despite being one of the strongest Dust users that the faunus had the pleasure of knowing. Her lavender and pink color dressed hidden away underneath the huge fur lined scarlet cloak. The snow white fur spilling out of the hood.
She hadn't aged a day, with her ocean dark blue eyes shining against the overwhelming shadows and orange flames. Even in the very destruction she caused, she looked so serene and beautiful among the roaring fires.
Her rounded chin with a gentle air about her, a look that could never be captured with an artist's hands. She stood no taller than the boy's shoulders by now. Even then, stood about even height with the very boy who was dubbed his leader. Her chestnut brown hair pulled back, probably in her typical ponytail, underneath her heavy fur hoodie.
Blair tightened the hold of his chain, tilting his head to the right as she followed the chains. Her breathing getting more erratic, finally reaching the edges of Blair's nails before stopping. She let out a hard sigh, smacking her lips together and gaining the courage to face her dear old friend.
"Can't say for certain..." Belle gave her old friend a soft smile, the kind that made it hard for Blair to keep his stern demeanor. More, it made him want to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. Her fingers curled all around her staff, averting her gaze. "Things have changed..."
"But you." Blair took a step towards her, his lips losing their locked scowl and his eyes softening. "You never changed. You couldn't."
"Yes, I have-Yes, I needed to." Belle straightened her back, despite her hands shaking as she tried to keep her voice level and stern. She looked more afraid than angry or aggressive. Her gaze held regret, not rage. "I'm not the same-You aren't the same!"
"I changed for the better, darling." Blair let go of his chain, letting it rattle to the floor and gather in a heap. His arms resting at his sides as he just kept his eyes on her. "I needed to but you can too!"
"I can't!" Belle's eyes shot to the side, her voice getting caught in her throat and her heart stopping. Blair's eyes grew as his hands curled into tight fists. He followed her gaze, his own heart stopping.
"She won't." His voice was the growl of a man who was furious, of a man who loathed whoever had the displeasure of earning this level of hatred. His hands resting upon his sheathed blade and his sights resting upon the very faunus who ran away from their fight.
Adam was a tall man, perhaps even standing as tall as Yin, as slender and nimble as Yin was strong and fast. His crimson locks were brushed to the back of his head, his two bull horns driving out of his skull and protruding up. Always reminding Blair of some sort of demon than a bull.
The upper half of his profile was covered in a flamed inscribed mask that was reminiscent of the White Fang's own. His black trench coat with his wilting rose covering his simple bloody red shirt. His black pants and dark boots reminding the Faunus of Ruben's own style. Wondering if the two were to meet, who'd be wearing more black/red respectively.
His black, omega symbol embroidered gloves resting along the handle and sheath of his sword. Just watching Blair's eyes wander the room to turn to him.
"Adam..." Blair growled, his hands beginning to shake. His teeth barring and his vision dipping into the red. Blair pulled his arm back, his axe flying into his hand. Not worrying when the hatchet was shot into his grip as he slowly approaching the swordsman. Who could not only smile but relished in drawing his sword.
"Blair..."