A/N: So another Monday, another chapter. Fun fun fun! I hope y'all enjoy!

When twelve people were picked up at the crack of dawn in Bullheads, given almost nothing but the clothes on their backs, and flown for an almost six hour flight, no one really blames them for being a little annoyed.

When that's all happened, and the leader of the group was practically staining the interior of the Bullhead with puke, everyone turns up a little sour.

"I can't believe I have to follow orders from you."

Cardin crossed his arms, an impressive scowl on his face as he tried to aggressively stance himself to intimidate Jaune, who largely ignored him because he was still trying not to die from the Bullhead ride.

"What were they thinking, pairing up my team with the two of yours? This makes no sense." Cardin continued to complain, which everyone largely ignored.

Ever since the teams worked together to bring down Cinder last year, the vicious attitude that Cardin had when they first joined Beacon had almost completely faded, after a particularly bad run-in with a heterochromatic girl that almost killed him. Even if he's become more… reasonable to interact with however, that didn't really mean teams RWBY and JNPR were eager to work with them.

"I don't get it. I just don't get it."

"Alright we get it, can you shut up for five seconds?" Yang, who was already short in temper because of the reduced amount of beauty sleep that she was able to get in last night, finally snapped at the tall boy, fists curled up menacingly. Cardin pulled back, caught off guard by how angry the girl was and raised both of his hands.

"Alright, relax there, hot-head. No need to blow up on me." Cardin rolled his eyes, as if she was the one that was being a nuisance. This didn't help Yang's temper at all, and with her eyes already blood red, it wouldn't take much longer for her to burst into flames from rage, something that everyone besides Cardin seemed painfully aware of.

"Blow up on you? Blow up on you? Blow up on you?" Each time Yang repeated the phrase, a little flame seemed to flare up around her, causing some of her teammates to panic a little, although Cardin still didn't seem to take the hint that was about to bash him in the face.

"Yeah, sheesh. I swear it's like you're on your period or something."

That was pretty much the last straw for the brawler, as she lunched straight for him, an inferno raging around her as she snarled like a lioness on the hunt.

Cardin, unsurprisingly, yelped in panic before ducking down, hands over his head as he moved out of the way. Yang continued to pursue him, an angry scowl set on her face as she did so.

Everyone else seemed to stare a little helplessly as the scene unfolded, hoping that Professor Goodwitch would come in time before the twelve of them became eleven. Finally, after several minutes, it became apparent that this wasn't going to stop any time soon, causing the other two team leaders to have to step in and do something about it.

"Yang, stop! You can't kill him yet, we need him!" Ruby said in a pleading voice, practically tearing up as she tried to pull out a puppy-dog pout. Unfortunately, that only seemed to work when the person was looking at you, and Yang was too focused on eviscerating Cardin to do that. Jaune took the easy way out, deciding to stop them both by force.

"Gol Hah Dov!" Jaune shouted this one out quickly, and an almost ethereal aura coated the two of them, causing Cardin to shut up and calming Yang just enough that everything wasn't on fire anymore. It lasted for a few seconds before something seemed in twang in the back of Jaune's mind, causing him to wince a little in pain before the aura's faded away, bringing the two of them out of Jaune's control.

I told you that you have not mastered this shout enough to use it effectively.

Vedrahgol didn't seem to be lecturing Jaune, only reminding him of his limits as the dragon-soul continued to meditate in his lair. Jaune brushed it aside, already knowing that he wasn't going to be able to control the two of them for very long, only needing a second or two to calm them down though.

Cardin, now knowing what had just happened, looked around, confused as to what had made him stop running and talking. Yang however, knew exactly who was to blame for that. Turning to her fellow blonde, Yang almost seemed to bare her teeth in anger.

"What was that for?!"

Jaune paused, knowing that the next words that came out of his mouth would decide his and Cardin's fate. Holding both hands out in a stop motion, Jaune took what, in his mind, was the best course of action.

"Calm down."

A brief pause as the words sunk into everyone's mind and Jaune's face fell, knowing that was the exact opposite of what he needed to say. Even Vedrahgol, the dragon-soul who insisted that he didn't understand human interaction, closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Yang raised one fist up and looked dead into Jaune's eyes, growling one thing.

"Wrong answer."

As Yang lunged forwards once more and Jaune screamed like a very mature grown man with the voice of a twelve year-old girl, a shimmering ripple wrapped around Yang and hoisted her up into the air.

"What is going on here?"

Professor Goodwitch glared at the group, looking back and forth at the floating Yang and Jaune, who was still bracing for an impact. Jaune finally opened his eyes, peeking out from underneath his arms to see that he was in fact, still in one whole piece.

"Well?"

As Professor Goodwitch spoke again, Jaune was finally able to cut short his celebration and cleared his throat, trying to look like he wasn't just cowering from Yang a few seconds ago.

"It was Yang," before anyone could say anything, Cardin decided that he would continue to make a mess of things, and started to speak. "I was just talking and she decided to go crazy and tried to attack me. Then she tried to attack Jaune!"

"Why you little—" Yang grunted as she tried to swim through the air to get closer to Cardin, wanting to stick her fist up somewhere uncomfortable for Cardin. With a lazy flick of her riding crop, Yang started to spin around slowly, making Yang's attempts at intimidation fall flat.

"Is that true?"

Ruby was quick to jump in and defend her big sister, shaking her head, her brunette locks whipping around.

"No! I mean, well, sorta, but not really! Actually, it was kind of Cardin's fault for making her so angry, but I guess she shouldn't have—"

"Enough." The witch wasn't sure if she really wanted to hear the whole story anyways, and certainly not from Ruby, who would only serve to confuse the teacher more than enlighten her. With another wave of the riding crop, Yang was sent tumbling down, landing on her stomach with a small oomph. "I don't want to see this again. Is that clear?"

It didn't take long for everyone to nod enthusiastically, not wanting to be under the pressure of Professor Goodwitch's intimidating gaze. After making sure to look carefully at everyone standing there, the professor exhaled a little forcefully through her nose and pushed up her glasses, gathering up her thoughts.

"In a few hours, a force of two hundred will be marching towards the mountain passes, clearing out the forces of Grimm along the way. Our mission is to take care of the dragon that's holding the pass." Professor Goodwitch paused, looking at the faces of her students. "Any questions?"

Jaune blinked, surprised at the suddenness.

"Wait, that's it?" Jaune blurted out, confused. The combat professor raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

"Is there something that needs to be added, Jaune?" Jaune balked at the tone of voice for a second, before pushing through, intent on finding more information.

"I mean is that all we know about it? Like, do we know what it can do? How long it is? Can it speak?" Jaune pushed insistently for anything else they knew. All of Remnant's forces, and there wasn't any type of information about the thing?

"Would that help you slay the dragon?"

"Huh?" Jaune looked at Professor Goodwitch, who had a focused look on her face, as if the next question Jaune answered would be something of great importance to her. With that in mind, Jaune tried to choose his words carefully, pushing down the strange feeling that was rising in his stomach and his mind, courtesy of Vedrahgol's restless mood. It was clear that the dragon-soul was on his guard as well.

"Would any information pertaining to the Grimm help you kill it?" The professor clarified, talking with a practiced patience of a schoolteacher. Jaune didn't answer the question, instead asking a question of his own.

"'You kill it'?" Jaune said, repeating the phrase. "Are you saying that I'm supposed to be killing it?" Professor Goodwitch let an eyebrow raise, her stance never changing.

"Of course. Why else would we bring you into this? We selected you because you seemed to work well enough against the Dragon-Grimm, seeing as how you killed two of them. We chose two of the teams closest to your team so that there would be the appropriate amount of teamwork displayed to take down the beast."

A rise of protests came from the large group, objecting to the fact that the teams well "all that close". Even though they had worked together to bring down Cinder, it was more of a "forced survival" thing rather than a "we work well together" thing. Everything quieted down real quick when the blonde woman glared at them once more.

"Now, I'm sure you all have your own opinions of me, but I would like to believe that I am perceptive enough to know that CDNL does not like to share company with teams RWBY and JNPR. However," Glynda added, lowering her gaze, "I am hoping that you will all put that aside so that we can save some lives."

The area fell quiet, as the professor looked critically at the students, before seeing a change in their faces that she could agree with, nodding.

"Very good. Now Jaune, whatever we've discovered about the Grimm has already been sent to your scroll, as well as everybody else in this group. If there aren't any further questions, we will be facing the beast in roughly three hours."

"Wait!" Jaune said hurriedly, face a little panicked. The professor stopped, turning around to look at what was to be the leader of Group ARC.

"I- uh. You're not coming with us?" There was no way he could lead eleven other people. Jaune could barely lead his own team! Not to mention Cardin, whose pride was everything to him, would never agree to this. Professor Goodwitch arced a golden eyebrow.

"Why, of course I will be accompanying you. I think a little bit of extra firepower will not hurt us when facing the Grimm. And while you will be in charge of the group, I will be making sure that everyone follows your orders or… there will be consequences. Is that clear?" There wasn't much thought put behind the rest of the group nodding, and the professor didn't even have to use her telekinesis.

"Very good. I will be waiting for you all at the Bullhead." And with that, finally, the witch turned around and walked away, her heels clacking arrhythmically against the dirt and stone.

After the professor left their line of sight, everyone relaxed a little bit, Cardin deciding that now was not the best time to continue what happened just a little earlier, and retreated to talk with his group. Jaune had pulled out his scroll, opening up the information that had been gathered on the dragon to form something of a plan to bring it down.

Yang, having been released from the spell that had held her, picked herself off from the ground and with a little bit of irritation, looked at her fellow blonde. Seeing as how there was no reaction to her look, Yang stood up fully, and strode over to the boy, intent on giving him a piece of her mind. Which most definitely was not at peace.

Jaune, oblivious to the ire of Yang, continued reading the file, also continuously consulting Vedrahgol.

Agh, these humans have no idea how to profile the Dov! There are no lengths, no color profiles, no eyshapes and colors, the tenor of the voice, the— Jaune interrupted his rant, feeling for the dragon-soul, but also still focused on the information that Vedrahgol had gathered from what was read, not what was missing.

Is there anything that you can tell me at least? Anything weaknesses?

The dragon scoffed, tossing his head pompously, which Jaune couldn't help but compare to a girl arrogantly flicking her ponytail. Something Jaune was pretty familiar with.

There might as well not have been anything written there at all. Vedrahgol said, before sighing. We will just have to figure it out as we go along, and develop a plan after we've personally scouted the Dovah out.

Oh great. I love improvising during life-threatening situations.

The dragon rolled his eyes and grumbled something too low for his host to hear, something that Jaune was about to ask about before he felt a rough shove from the side of him, causing him to fall onto the ground. Looking up, he saw the irate Yang looming above him, arms crossed and the air rippling around her with heat.

"Don't you ever do that to me again." Yang growled out. A few weeks back, Jaune probably would've wilted a little and apologized, but the dragon blood that seemed to save him and boost his physical prowess up wasn't going to let him take that one lying down.

Jaune slowly stood up, keeping constant eye contact with the girl standing in front of him. Brushing off the dust from his pants, he stood at his full height, making the cute bruiser raise her head just to keep looking at him. Something in his gaze caused Yang to take one steWep back. But just one, because there was no way that she was going to let Vomit boy push her back anymore than that.

Ignoring the voices in his head that was telling him to put the girl in her place (which he had finally figured out was a separate entity from Vedrahgol, although the dragon didn't seem to mind joining in every once in a while), Jaune took a few deep breaths and looked calmly into Yang's eyes.

"I needed a way to calm you down, and that was the fastest way to stop either of you from doing any more damage."

Again Yang growled, her rising anger enough to push away a bit of the wariness that she had displayed a few seconds ago.

"Well I think I deserve a little bit more than a casual wave of the hand to calm down, especially from someone who calls me their 'friend'." And with that, Yang disappeared, walking past him and towards her own group. Jaune's eyes trailed to follow the girl, lips pursed.

I… have a feeling I messed up somewhere. Again the dragon rolled his eyes, settling his chin down onto the cavern grounds.

You humans and your courting rituals. I will never understand them. Jaune snorted, going back to his scroll, reminding himself to have a face to face with Yang.

Let's focus on trying to survive the dragon before we worry about my problems with Yang. After all, I'm sure it'll be easier to figure out the dragon before I figure out Yang. Jaune thought dryly.

Very well. Vedrahgol said, relenting on the subject. Although I wouldn't worry about it too much. After all, you have a Dovah who has single-handedly defeated a flight of Fodovah. You and your slaves—er, friends will be in good hands.

Well isn't that a relief.