A/N: Here ya go! Not much to say. Omake's a little short but I was eh. Lemme know what y'all think!
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The following morning, Jaune got up early, seeing a drowsy Blake on watch. Waving at her, Jaune moved a little deeper into the forest, just enough so that the trees would obscure any curious eyes, but they would still be able to hear him if he was in trouble.
"Alright. Let's try this out." Jaune muttered to himself, focusing on one of the new shout that Vedrahgol had taught him.
"Laas… Yah Nir." Jaune said, controlling his voice. This shout wasn't all that much of a shout, something that he almost muttered under his breath. With the power of the shout, things started to pop up before his eyes, like red flames in the distance. Vedrahgol had told him that the shout would outline any moving beings, and show Jaune roughly how close they were.
Turning around, Jaune could see seven other people either still asleep or milling about, the flames hopping and skipping around as the people moved. Jaune couldn't see who they were specifically, but he could count them out separately.
Turning around again, Jaune saw other flames, but a black color to them, running and moving in unexpected patterns. Those, Jaune guessed, would be Grimm. Jaune whistled slowly, impressed. This may not be the most powerful shout he had in his arsenal, but it was something that, if used correctly, could be very helpful for the group. This way, they didn't have to expend a person to scout ahead or behind of them, and ambushes would be next to impossible. Jaune grinned maniacally.
This was something that he could work with.
There was another shout that Vedrahgol had taught him last night, but Jaune decided that he would save that up until it was needed. There wasn't really any purpose for him to use it now anyways.
With a feeling of accomplishment in mind, Jaune wandered back into camp, where it was bustling with movement.
Everyone was packing up their stuff, and preparing to move out. Jaune decided to help with it as well, and within minutes, they were ready to move to the rendezvous point.
As they started to move, Jaune explained to them his newfound skill, which impressed all of them.
"Wow, that's actually pretty neat Jaune," Yang said with a grin. "Jaune the satellite." Jaune simply rolled his eyes and used the shout, walking ahead of everyone else. Their trek wasn't very exciting, as they only encountered one or two groups of lesser Grimm, which was decimated with short work from the eight of them.
"So…" Yang said, popping up beside Jaune, hands clasped behind her back. She leaned forward and tilted her head to look at Jaune. "Any other tricks you've got up your sleeve?" Jaune raised an eyebrow at the weird posture before shrugging.
"A few. But I'm saving those for when I need them."
It didn't take long for a group of Hunters and Huntresses to cross several miles in less than an hour, even if they were only in training. The sun was barely making its way to the top of the sky when they reached the rendezvous point.
Looking around, they couldn't find anyone waiting for them, which was strange, since they were told that Professor Port was closer to the point and had probably moved earlier then they had.
Jaune stepped forward and used the shout, which Vedrahgol insisted on calling Aura Whisper, and looked around the forest, hoping that any kind of human was in range for him to see.
Finally, in the distance a little to the left of him, he could see the faint outlines of several humans. Unfortunately, black flames also accompanied them, and it seemed as if the Grimm were outnumbering the Hunter group to the point where it looked like the red flames looked like a candle in a forest fire of darkness.
Jaune pointed to the direction.
"They need help! We have to move!"
And with that the group mobilized, moving through the forest with speed. When you've been at Beacon for long enough, moving through a forest was something they could do without even thinking about it.
It didn't take long for the group to stop and see hundreds of Grimm attacking Professor Port's group. Springing into action, the eight of them lent a hand, smashing onto one side of the Grimm horde and pincering the dark beasts. Even then it was a hard fight, as there was just simply a massive volume that they had to cut through.
Of course, having the luck of particularly unfortunate main characters, just when it seemed as if they were making a little bit of headway, loud cawing could be heard in the distance, and breaking from the trees were dozens of Nevermore, intent on making the fighting difficult for the Hunters.
They were fighting a losing battle at this point, as Professor Port's group, Team CDNL and CVFY were exhausted and on their last legs, while Jaune's group was too far away to help them out.
I think now might be the best time to use this. Vedrahgol said in a calm voice. Jaune winced and looked around at the sheer number of Grimm around him.
Are you sure? I thought you said that it wasn't as effective as—
Never mind how effective it is. Even a few will be able to turn the tide. Vedrahgol snarled. Jaune nodded and drew in a breath, focusing on the words that he needed to project.
"Raan… Mir Tah!"
The shout, like every other, rippled outwards and hit the waves of Grimm. Several of them stopped fighting instantly, and others were slowly roused from the bloodlust. Within seconds, almost a hundred of the Grimm turned on the others and started to tear them apart as well, evening the numbers up enough for the two groups to relaunch their attacks.
Jaune, on the other hand, wasn't fighting. In fact, he wasn't doing anything, except calmly breathing.
Remember Jaune, regulate your breathing just right. I know this may seem time consuming at first, but when you master it, you will be able to shout almost continuously without suffering for it.
Jaune struggled with the breathing technique for another few seconds before he pulled his sword up from the ground and continued to fight alongside everyone.
When the last hostile Grimm was taken down, beheaded by Ruby's Crescent Rose, the Grimm that had turned because of Jaune's shout simply stood there, as if frozen in a sap. There were less than thirty of the beings left, simply standing there waiting for Jaune to either release them or give them more orders.
Uh, Vedrahgol? You've never told me how to get rid of these guys.
Vedrahgol made a sound that was almost like a chortle. Get rid of them? You kill them.
Jaune blinked at the statement. "Oh." He said simply, before directing his will to the Grimm, who all simply attacked each other until there were only a dozen left, which Jaune directed the others to kill.
With that finally handled, Jaune and his group approached Professor Port's, all of whom looked absolutely floored.
"Thank you for that save Mr. Arc! While I probably could have handled all of them myself, it would have been particularly difficult for the students to keep up with me, and protecting them would have restricted my prowess and fighting ability!" The professor blustered. Jaune gave a weak smile in acknowledgement.
"I'm glad I was able to help sir."
Professor Port nodded, before letting out a deep breath and sitting down on the ground.
"On that hand, I think we should take a break—for the students of course. We wouldn't want to push them too hard now, would we?" The burly professor started to laugh, before losing breath and wheezing out, "I'm alright, don't worry about me."
"We weren't planning on it." A wry voice spoke out. Jaune turned to see Coco sitting as well, sunglasses blocking out her eyes, but still showing the raised eyebrows that she sported.
"Are you guys alright?" Jaune asked awkwardly, not sure what else to say. Coco lowered her head to see above her shades.
"Yeah. It's mostly just fatigue right now. I don't think anyone's aura is even down yet, so there shouldn't be any injuries, really." Coco spoke a little louder, making sure everyone heard the last part. "Which means there shouldn't be any whining either."
"I wasn't whining." Cardin spoke up, panting in between breaths. "I was just… pointing out that things were getting difficult." He defended.
"Oooh no, this is impossible, we're never going to make it, we have to run and find help." Surprisingly, it wasn't Coco that was mocking him, but Velvet, who was even gesturing along with the words to make him look sillier. Cardin's face turned red, but he didn't bother rebutting and simply grumbled under his breath. Coco grinned at Velvet and held out a hand, letting the faunus give her a brief high-five.
As Peter's group fell into an easy going attitude, trying to regain their energy, Jaune's group remained vigilant, as they weren't as winded as the others were.
Jaune repeatedly used his Aura detection shout, making sure to use the breathing technique over and over again in hopes that it would improve the pain and lessen the time it took for him to recover from a shout.
When everyone was rested and ready, they decided to continue onto where Professor Goodwitch had made base.
Finally Lady Luck seemed to be smiling down on them, as they arrived without any more troubles.
They emerged into a clearing that was about three or four times bigger than the one they used to make camp the night before, filled with students and teachers milling about. Many of them seemed to have set up separate camps for different needs. There was a hospital on one side, a smithy/repair corner, and another that seemed to be fiddling with metal debris from the fallen airships.
In the middle of all of this was a stern blonde woman, snapping out orders and clutching a clipboard. Even in the middle of devastation, it seemed as if Professor Goodwitch would find a way to instill calmness and clarity into the scene. It would be a dark day indeed when the chaos swallows even Professor Goodwitch.
Professor Port gave a loud belly laugh, waving his hand to get the blonde witch's attention. Professor Goodwitch's stern face lost a few of its lines as she spotted the emerging group and even gave a brief smile before she handed the clipboard to a nearby student, who started to yell the orders she was yelling just a few moments before.
"Peter! What took you guys so long? You're an hour late."
Professor Port being, well, Professor Port, simply gave a boisterous laugh in an attempt to wave off her worry.
"Oh ho, well we were simply facing down a horde of Grimm that was threatening to overwhelm us, but as it seemed as if all hope was lost—" Glynda interrupted.
"Let me guess. You gathered up your willpower and destroyed all the Grimm, didn't you?" She said with a wry voice.
"Actually, Mr. Arc came to save the day." Professor Port said, in a surprising show of modesty. In fact, it was so unexpected that Professor Goodwitch was stunned speechless for a good few seconds, allowing Professor Port to continue to talk.
"Ah yes, apparently, Mr. Arc was able to turn the powers of the Dragon Rider back, and took over hundreds of Grimm, allowing us another fighting chance!"
Professor Goodwitch turned to look at Jaune, who was starting to get a little uncomfortable at the way everyone was staring at him. Apparently, the boisterous professor's voice was loud enough to perforate through the whole camp.
"Is this true?" The stern teacher asked, knowing Peter long enough to find a second witness to line up the truths with the… dramatizations. Jaune rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I-I mean it wasn't really hundreds… m-maybe a few dozen at the most." The knight said sheepishly.
"That is still very impressive." Professor Goodwitch said, catching Jaune off guard with rare praise.
Weiss stepped forward at the silence, eager to do something.
"Professor? I was wondering if there was a plan now that we're all… marooned here." Weiss asked, polite as ever. Professor Goodwitch nodded, gathering her thoughts.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, the ambush had brought down five airships out of the twelve flying. The other eight are still traveling towards Atlas, in hopes that the numbers will still have a strong effect against Imaar and his forces. Mistral's forces are also approaching the point, but has also been kind enough to divert three airships to our location for pickup. It'll be a tight fit, but we'll still be able to make it to the battlefield with only a minimal loss of time." Professor Goodwitch pushed her glasses up and turned towards the camp.
"Now, there are several things that we are doing right now, but for now, we're prepping the injured for an airship to take back to Vale. Barring any other incidents, the airship from Vale should be here by the mid-afternoon, and the Mistral airships will arrive the morning after."
Everyone nodded in their understanding, ready to get a hand on the tasks. Within seconds, Professor Goodwitch got them all to their own individual tasks.
OMAKE
"You're kidding me."
Qrow looked at Peter with a sense of shock and awe, wondering how in Oum's name the man ever did it.
Qrow had burst through the hotel room that the boisterous professor had rented out for the evening, and saw a sight that made him want to fall to his knees in disbelief.
"Ah! Qrow! Glad you're here! Would you kindly help pry these women off of me?" He said as he held out both of his beefy arms, where two women were literally hanging off of him. Qrow pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger.
"Why does this always happen to him and not me?" Qrow said, not sure who he was saying that to. Probably the gods. Unfortunately, any gods listening were laughing off their asses at the moment.
"Never mind that, help me now Qrow!"
And with that the two of them gathered all of the girls, which there were several, and tossed them out of the window. Wait, they were civilians. The two of them threw the women out through the door.
Qrow sighed in relief, turning to talk to Peter before the burly man burst out laughing, pointing at Qrow.
Knowing what the man was laughing about, Qrow tried to retain his sense of dignity, which was hard to do in a pink frilly v-neck.
"Alright, alright. Enough's enough." Qrow muttered, which was pretty much drowned out by the bellowing laughter of the older man.
"I-I just can't. HAHAHAHA!"
Finally, Qrow had enough, and whipped out his scythe, before realizing that… it wasn't his scythe.
"What the…?"
In his hand was a large cylindrical object, rounded on one end, with the engraving I.O.U. 1 Scythe.
Qzpin couldn't help but groan.
Someone's out to get me.