Yang woke up in a strange alleyway with the sun shining brightly on her face. She shuffled to her feet in panic, her mind desperately trying to catch up to the events that led to her being there.

She had almost died. Cinder saved her. They separated... Then she tried going back to Beacon, but she was too weak. The only explanation was that she had fainted before getting anywhere remotely close to the school. How many hours she had been lying there, vulnerable to any kind of aggression? Just thinking about it sent shivers running down her back.

And then her eyes widened as she fit the final pieces of her memory together. In a heartbeat, she fished for her Scroll inside her pocket and turned it on. Weiss had called her more than a dozen times the last six hours. When Yang returned the call, it took barely no time for her to be answered.

"Yang!" The heiress's voice sent waves of alternating relief and dread upon Yang. Weiss was clearly a hair's width from breaking, but at least it didn't sound like she was crying. "I've been calling you for hours! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm… you know," Yang shook her head. "Alive. Cinder saved me. What… What about Blake?"

Weiss was silent for a brief second, but to Yang, it felt like a whole minute.

"I got her to a hospital in time. She's… She's Blake. She'll pull through," the heiress said, her voice wavering dangerously. "We're at Beacon now. Ozpin brought her here. He said keeping a student being saved from near-death on a public hospital would bring too many questions."

"Hooray for the headmaster." Yang muttered dryly. "Weiss, I… We didn't get Ruby back."

"…Your parents are about to explode. Come back already."

The call ended suddenly without another word from Weiss. Yang had half the mind to break the Scroll in half and give up then and there, but Ruby's face was imprinted on her mind, a constant reminder of why she had to keep going.

Without a sound, Yang put away her Scroll and started the long way back to Beacon.

"How's the planting going?"

Blake's entire body was cold and shivering as she slowly worked on fixing the White Fang's bomb to the wall. She could feel the rumbling of the train as it sped along the rails towards a destination she did not know.

"I'm…" She talked to the radio shakily. "I'm not sure I wanna do this, Adam. What about the people in the train?"

"What about them?" There was something unsettling about his voice, like she had already heard him say that once before.

"They'll die."

"And if that bomb doesn't go off before the train stops, I'll kill you myself."

The faunus girl shook her head and stumbled away from the bomb. She tackled the cabin's door, forcing it open.

"I'm not doing it."

Blake looked around, but she saw only white. The train was moving from nowhere to nowhere.

"Alright," Adam's voice crackled inside her head. "You made your choice."

A hand fell on her shoulder. Blake spun around, screaming-

Blake sat up on her bed, screaming. Weiss's chair fell to the floor as she jumped to her feet, eyes wide in fright.

"Blake! Calm down!"

The heiress wrapped her arms around her. Blake was breathing heavily, looking around their room as if a ghost might emerge from one of its shadowy corners. Slowly, the faunus's movements came to a halt and she embraced Weiss in return.

"You scared the life out of me," Weiss whispered. "Y-you shouldn't be awake, much less sitting up."

"Yeah. About that…" Blake's face contorted as her adrenaline settled and gave way to agonizing pain across her whole body. "I feel like crap."

Weiss shook her head in a rather motherly way and laid her back down on the bed. The heiress took a step back and wiped her brow with a hand, looking at her girlfriend with vague amusement.

"Is this how our relationship will always be like?" She asked. "You make some rash, selfless decision and I get the duty of caring for you while you recover?"

"I'd like to say not, but… Some things might never change," Blake said weakly. "Why are we in our room, and not the infirmary or a hospital?"

"Well…" Weiss dragged a foot on the floor as she looked away from her. "I thought you'd like to wake up in your bed this time."

Blake just stared at Weiss, honestly surprised by how coyly she was acting. The sight brought a smile to her face and somehow made the pain much more bearable.

"Weiss," she said. "I think I love you."

The heiress's face displayed a vast array of emotions as she processed the declaration. Then, in a futile attempt to conceal her reaction, she crossed her arms and raised her chin haughtily.

"Obviously. Am I not the best girlfriend in the world?" Weiss asked firmly. After a few moments, her mask crumbled and she looked at Blake nervously. "You think?"

"No," Blake chuckled. "I do love you."

"Good!" Weiss exclaimed, trying to save face. "I love you too. Are we settled? We're settled."

She cleared her throat and restored her chair to its upright position, then sat down, clearly struggling to keep her eyes away from her girlfriend. Blake smiled, knowing she had caught her completely off-guard.

There were a few things in life worth being riddled with bullets for.

For a week now, Raven had been waiting for things to go wrong. Every time she saw Taiyang, she entered a state of fear and anxiety, expecting him to explode at any minute. But instead, they had had normal, even pleasant encounters, as if there weren't seventeen years of absence to explain.

She had been glad for it, but now she realized it had been a mistake to not take the lead and face the consequences. The silence between the two of them as they waited for their daughter to return was heavy with fury and regret; just one look at Taiyang was enough to understand how furious he was.

Even so, Raven didn't speak. On the back of her head, she knew why he hadn't lashed out at her yet – he would wait until they knew Yang was safe and being cared for, because she was his first priority. Raven would have been happy for it, if it weren't for their current situation.

Hours passed as they paced near Beacon's front gates, no words spoken. Then, Yang appeared, slowly walking on the road. Her hair was a mess and there were several bruises on her skin, but at least there was no blood. Raven made to reach, but Taiyang shot her a look that froze her where she stood, then raced to his eldest daughter.

"Yang!" He hugged her fiercely, his voice heavy with emotion. "You look terrible."

"Thanks, dad," she said dryly. "I'm okay. I just made some stupid mistakes," she looked at her mother. "I let a metaphorical plane hit me."

Raven frowned confusedly before she understood what Yang was talking about. She shook her head and smiled lightly.

"Let that be a lesson to always dodge," the swordswoman said. "Let's get you to the infirmary."

"But I'm fine," Yang protested, parting from Taiyang's embrace and pointing down at herself. "See? No blood!"

"Don't even try. I know how much it hurts, even if it doesn't look like it."

Yang sighed, then let her father lead her towards the school with a hand on her back. Raven followed quietly, lagging behind a bit so as to let the two talk privately. It felt only right to do so.

"Dad, I…" Yang muttered sadly. "I didn't find Ruby."

"It's okay, dear," Taiyang said. "You tried, even if you shouldn't have. If you do that ever again, I swear I'll… I'll cut off your shampoo supply."

"So what?" She rolled her eyes. "When I'm a Huntress, I'll have my own money. You won't be able to stop me from buying shampoo forever."

"That's three years from now. How well do you think you would survive until then?" He asked with a tone of finality.

Yang tried to find an opposing argument, but she just couldn't. The threat was too real to be combated.

As they entered the school and walked in the infirmary's direction, Yang looked back at her mother, then at Taiyang. When she spoke again, Raven barely heard it, but she identified the guilt in her voice.

"I… I killed a lot of people back there, I think."

Taiyang skipped a beat, but continued to walk.

"Did you have to?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"It's okay, then. Just… don't think too much about it, okay?"

They reached the infirmary and Taiyang pushed his daughter inside. She looked back at him pleadingly, but his face was stern, so she went and sat on a bed, waiting for a nurse to come attend her.

Taiyang shut the door and turned to Raven, then silently lead her away, exiting the building again so they were in open air, away from Yang's ears.

"You," he said. "I don't even know the words to describe how I feel about you, but I know they are not nice."

Raven took the insult in silence. It hurt to hear it, but she knew she deserved it.

"What a coincidence that, not one month after you appear on my daughters' life, one of them is kidnapped and the other is nearly killed!" He exclaimed. "But not only that! Qrow has practically lost his left arm too! Man, I can't wait for my turn! Are my feet going to be cut off? Maybe a hand! Ooh, the possibilities are endless!"

"If I hadn't been here to help, everyone would be in an even worse shape." Raven pointed out, though she was struggling to believe her own words.

"Right. Because you're this selfless, badass savior, right?" Taiyang smiled humorlessly. "You suffered for seventeen years. Seventeen years of isolation and unspeakable horrors. You know what I think of that?" His eyes straightened. "Boo. Fucking. Hoo."

Raven's fist clenched, and for the first time she felt genuinely angry at him.

"Yes, I suffered seventeen years of that so your wife and my brother didn't have to!" She said. "Don't belittle me. You have no idea what I went through."

"No, you have no idea what we went through," Taiyang replied. "Did you have to tell a little girl her mother was missing, and dead? Did you pull your brother away from the bar he'd been living in for years? Were you watching as Summer threw herself at every possible danger that could even remotely lead to her best friend, until she died?"

Raven looked away, tears stinging on her eyes.

"You threw away your life and made everyone else's a living hell, that's what you did. So when you tell me you suffered… It's because you deserved it," Taiyang said. "But you can fix your mistake, if only a little bit, now. You just walk away and never talk to my family again."

She stared at him, one hand trembling around her sword's hilt. Without a word, she spun around and walked away, dark hair flowing with the wind.

Taiyang returned to the school, never looking back.

Junior cleaned his bar's glasses in fearful silence, looking at his surprise visitor for the night. He had heard word of Cinder Fall's rampaging all around the city, but he hadn't thought she'd come to him, of all people. He was insignificant compared to everyone else, even he knew that.

But to his luck – good or bad, he didn't know – she hadn't yet directed a word to him except to order a drink. It was a particularly strong one, and she hadn't hesitated to refill numerous times. If she weren't so fearsome, Junior would have said she didn't have any experience with alcohol, because she was wobbling on her seat, and had lashed out when people went to sit at her sides.

He winced when he saw another daring adventurer making her way towards Cinder. As soon as she sat, Cinder's right hand whipped towards her, gripping her on the arm and releasing a frightening amount of smoke.

"Go. Away." Cinder muttered threateningly.

"You look lonely," Raven said, her own voice slurring slightly. "Thought we could rejoice in our collective misery."

"Right," the pyromancer glared at her, but let go of her arm. "What? Did your daughter die?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I saved her. You're welcome."

Raven pointed at the counter and shot a dangerous look towards Junior. The barkeeper muffled a yelp and darted around hurriedly, then brought an enormous glass to Raven and, for good measure, Cinder.

"I assume you've had no luck finding Ruby," Raven said. "Want my advice?"

"No." Cinder replied immediately.

"Just give up," Raven took a large sip, ignoring her. "Trust me. You and me, we're very alike. I went through hell, because I thought it was the best thing for the people I loved, but I was wrong. They hate me now," she sighed. "And Ruby's gonna hate you too, when you're done with your rampage. No matter what you try to do to make it right, she'll hate you."

"I know that," Cinder glared at her. "I said I don't want your advice."

Raven shrugged and stole a sip from Cinder's glass. The pyromancer seethed silently, resisting the urge to attack her unwanted companion.

"You were down in the White Fang's underground. Nice place, huh?" Raven smiled bitterly. "Killed a lot of people down there."

"Yeah. Me too."

Cinder groaned and laid her head on the counter, half because of the alcohol, and half because of their miserable conversation.

Then a hand poked her on the shoulder, and she groggily looked up.

"Please don't kill me." Emerald said.

Cinder gritted her teeth and lunged at her. The two girls crashed to the ground, Cinder staring down at her ex-colleague furiously. She raised her right hand in a claw-like manner, intending to end Emerald then and there, but Raven gripped her by the wrist.

"Don't!" The Huntress said. "She might have information."

"Maybe," Cinder grunted, refusing to fully acknowledge her mistake. She narrowed her eyes and leaned down until she her face was hovering right above Emerald's. "Talk."

Emerald squirmed a bit, but soon realized she wouldn't be able to free herself. Even in her drunken state, Cinder was too strong to be overpowered.

"Look, you don't need to threaten me," Emerald said. "I want to help you."

"Of course, because the betrayal and burning your boyfriend's throat really brought us closer together," Cinder pointed out sarcastically. "Why would you ever want to help me?"

"Because Mira killed Mercury."

Cinder paused, trying to judge if Emerald was being truthful. The thief did care about Mercury a great deal, even if he annoyed her constantly. And setting a trap like this would be incredibly stupid – Mira would be throwing a precious resource to certain death.

"I believe you," Cinder said, rising to her feet and helping Emerald up. "Where is Mira keeping Ruby?"

"On her chambers," Emerald told. "It's underground, outside the city limits. That's why you've not come close to finding it."

"How is she?" Cinder asked.

"She's an evil bitch, why would you care-"

"I meant Ruby."

Emerald's mouth formed a perfect 'o'. Raven slapped her own forehead and grinned.

"Ruby is…" Emerald bit her lower lip. "She's being tortured daily."

Cinder faltered. She had expected an answer like that, but hearing it still shook her.

"But she's taking it like a champ, if that's any comfort." Emerald spoke hesitantly.

"Yes, that's a bit comforting," Cinder said half-heartedly. "I'm not wasting a minute. Can you take me there?"

Emerald nodded.

"I'll come along," Raven said. "If you're going down this path, the least I can do is make sure you don't die along the way. And, hated or not, I care about Ruby."

"Thank you." Cinder smiled honestly to her.

Another hand fell on her shoulder, but this time Raven was ready to keep her from lunging at its owner. Qrow raised an eyebrow slowly, as if he were amused by the display before him.

"How long have you been here?" Raven asked confusedly.

"Ozpin tasked me with keeping watch over Cinder, in case she went extra crazy," Qrow explained briefly. "I'm coming too, and there's no argument in this Remnant that will stop me."

"Great. This is a party now!" Cinder protested. "Hey, Junior, wanna come too?!"
The barkeeper squealed and hid under the counter.

"I thought so," the pyromancer said. "Let's go."

Mira sighed happily and took a step back, admiring the result of her latest session with Ruby. The girl was practically limp against the table's leg, blood dirtying her at several spots of her body. One particular slash was flowing down to her left eye, covering half of her vision in red.

But still, Ruby hadn't given her any sign of what she wanted. That was why Mira had been so rough this time around. She couldn't stand that defiant look on her victim's face, as if she hadn't been tortured for a whole week, physically and mentally.

"You know," Ruby said suddenly. "If you want to die so badly, you could do it yourself."

She didn't mean it, of course, but she had to say it, just to test her theory. Ruby knew she was close to discovering why she was being tortured – all she needed was one last push in the right direction.

"I'm not suicidal, dear," Mira smiled. "Well, not in the traditional sense."

"So, you want to die, but only by my hand." Ruby stated.

"Ruby, Ruby… You could never kill me," the pyromancer chuckled and looked away, as if her mind was somewhere else. "No. You could come very, very close, until I stopped you. But you…" Her eyes narrowed angrily. "You're a naïve little girl. You don't have what it takes… I should just kill you."

Ruby froze, thinking she had pushed too hard. But then Mira looked at her and sighed unhappily.

"Let's wait until Cinder gets here, though," she said. "That should be enough."

Mira sat at the edge of her desk and patted her prisoner on the head. Ruby's eyes closed as she dreadfully connected the last dots of her theory.

They weren't surprised to discover the hideout was right on the edge of the Emerald Forest, hidden under a fake carpet of grass. Cinder, still a bit affected by the night's alcohol, took a dramatic approach and burned the carpet to ashes. Qrow wasn't happy at all.

They went down a hatch, which Emerald had informed them wouldn't lead directly to Mira's chambers, but to a small network of rooms with several floors. Mira would be in the lowest one.

Silently, they arrived at the highest floor and drew their weapons. Qrow was lifting his scythe with his right arm only, and the strain it put on him was obvious.

"You're being reckless." Raven said quietly as the group continued to move.

"Says the lone badass who got stabbed one week ago and is currently a bit drunk," Qrow quipped. "Just shut it, okay? I'm rescuing my niece."

"I'm not drunk." Raven frowned self-consciously.

Emerald led them to a set of stairs, then pointed downward.

"That should take us to her." She said.

"Where's everyone?" Qrow asked. "Isn't this a super-important base of operations?"

"Yes," Emerald gulped. "I-I don't know where everyone is. There's always some people here, like Adam."

Cinder stared at her suspiciously, and for a moment Emerald was sure she was going to kill her where she stood.

"It doesn't matter if this is a trick," Cinder shook her head. "They bit on more than can chew."

Just then, the sound of steel cutting through air reached their ears. Qrow ducked, narrowly avoiding the blade of Adam Taurus's sword. At the faunus's side was Argie, the boy who had stabbed Raven, and the psychic.

"Emerald, Emerald," Adam leered at his companion. "I did not expect this from you."

"Seems you have a nasty record of being betrayed." Emerald noted.

Adam dashed towards her, swinging his katana. Emerald snarled and blocked his attack. Raven went past them and engaged Argie, whose eyes were burning with hatred as he stared at her.

"Cinder, you go down there and rescue Ruby," Qrow said. "Brain-dude over there shouldn't be much of a fight, even for a cripple like me."

Cinder nodded and raced down the stairs, her steps echoing loudly until she arrived at the lowest floor, which was a lone hallway led to a set of double doors on its end. She marched straight towards them and pushed them open with both hands, her eyes flaring in anticipation.

Mira looked at her with a small smile, sitting at the edge of a metal table. One of her hands was gently flowing a finger in the air, making a trail of fire, while the other laid on top of Ruby's head.

The sight of the redhead made Cinder's fury fade temporarily. The blood, the bruises, the dead look on her eyes…

"Hello, dear," Mira said. "It's so very nice to-"

Cinder lunged at her, knocking her off the desk and against the wall behind her. Mira screamed hatefully and punched her on the face, making Cinder stumble back dazedly.

"Cinder!" Ruby yelled. "Don't kill her!"

Cinder ignored her and attacked again. Mira smirked and deflect her punch, then kneed her on the stomach. Cinder fell to her knees, breathless, as her mother walked leisurely towards her.

"So young. You think you're unbeatable," Mira said, leaning down to touch her on the chin. "But you're not. Not yet, at least. I can give you power, but you've got to earn it."

She kicked her daughter again, knocking her to the ground, then turned around and smiled to Ruby.

"You're clever," she said.

Mira retrieved something from her pocket, then lifted it on her left hand: Crescent Rose, down to its folded form. She threw it at Ruby mid-transformation, and the girl closer her eyes. Fortunately – or maybe as intended – the scythe missed her and cut through her chains, allowing her to stand up.

"But are you clever enough to kill me?" Mira taunted.

Ruby grunted, struggling to hold her weapon in her injured state. She looked between Mira and Cinder, a million thoughts running through her head.

Before she could come to a decision, Cinder jumped to her feet and scored a hit on Mira's cheek. The older pyromancer was caught off-guard and stumbled back. Cinder screamed furiously and released a barrage of fire at her, which blasted her through a wall and into another room.

"Cinder, don't!" Ruby repeated desperately.

Cinder looked back at her, eyes burning like fire.

"She hurt you." The raven-haired girl said.

"I don't care," Ruby pleaded. "She wants you to do it! I don't know why. Just don't do it!"
Cinder seemed to consider her words for a moment, but just as quick she'd stopped, she turned to face Mira and ignited her palms threateningly.

"She dies today." She decided firmly.

She took a step towards her mother, who was smiling victoriously, but then her strength waned as something pierced through her right shoulder, and then her thighs, and her arms… Cinder blinked, then started to fall.

Ruby folded Crescent Rose and ran to catch her on her arms, tears forming on her eyes.

"You…" Cinder muttered confusedly. "You shot me, Ruby?"

Before the redhead could even try to start explaining her actions, Mira rose to her feet and yelled wordlessly. Fury, sorrow, and surprise mixed together to form a sound the likes of which Ruby had never heard before.

"YOU. ARE. DEAD!" Mira shouted and lunged towards her.

Ruby gasped and ran from her reach, tapping on her Semblance and exiting the room. She could feel Mira right behind her, her heat impossibly high on Ruby's back. The redhead whimpered and jumped towards the stairs, struggling to go up the steps.

It was already hard to move, injured as she was, but she also had to carry Cinder and keep her Semblance up. Her vision was filled with black dots, and her head was dangerously light.

She reached the last floor and broke into a run, only faintly registering the presence of other people around her.

Adam turned to look at the stairs, felt the incoming heat, then took after Ruby, as if in fear of his own life. Argie followed him in a heartbeat, completely forgetting about his hatred for Raven.

Emerald hesitated, struggling between her desire to avenge Mercury and staying alive. She shook her head and ran away too.

"Was that Ruby?!" Qrow yelled.

"Yeah!" Raven replied. "Let's go!"
Qrow kicked the psychic towards the stairs. Suddenly, Mira emerged at the last step, the air around her distorted by heat. Her mouth formed a snarl as she swung her right fist forward, tearing through the bald man violently.

"Holy shit." Qrow muttered, both amazed and disgusted by the display of raw power.

Mira turned towards him and clawed at his face. Qrow lifted his scythe, knocking her hand away, then spun clumsily to swing at her neck. Mira gripped the scythe's cable and ripped it away from him.

Time seemed to slow down for Raven as she watched the next seconds unfold. Mira spun the scythe in her grip so that it was facing the ground, then brought it up, slashing Qrow from hip to shoulder with his own weapon. The Huntsman's eyes widened as pain exploded across his system.

But Qrow didn't spend his last moments acknowledging his defeat. He jumped forward, crashing against Mira and reaching to grip her throat. The pyromancer stopped him mid-movement and slashed again, cutting off his good arm. She then let go of the scythe and pointed her palms at him. A barrage of fire enveloped him, turning him to ash almost instantly.

Raven stood still, gripping her katana in both hands. Her expression went from shock, to sorrow, then finally anger. Without a thought for her own safety, she closed the distance between herself and Mira and swung her sword.

The blade dug into Mira's right arm, and though it pained her, it didn't seem to do any significant damage. The pyromancer yelled and took the sword, then threw it away.

She punched Raven on the side of her head. Any other opponent would have died to that attack, but for Raven, it gave power. The Huntress's eyes were as red as Mira's as they exchanged blows.

Raven could tell Mira suffered greatly every time she scored a hit. It was one thing to withstand a weapon's cut, another was to be hit again and again by her own brute force, which only grew bigger as she herself was injured.

Still, their close proximity was taking its toll on Raven. Mira's body was like a gigantic furnace – even the metal walls around them were beginning to melt under her effect.

Mira scored one clean punch on her foe's forehead, and suddenly Raven's Semblance broke. Every hit she had taken during the fight echoed on her body, and now she could truly feel the heat. Helpless, she fell to her feet as Mira readied one final blow.

"Mira!"

The pyromancer looked up, then stumbled back as mini-explosions set off against her chest. Emerald appeared at the end of the hallway, pistols drawn and loaded.

She jumped over Raven with a scowl on her face.

"Either I die now with a shot at killing you, or wait until you find me," she said. "Come at me, bitch!"

Mira growled and lunged towards her, but Emerald shot her right in the face. The pyromancer reeled back, blood covering her eyes.

"I brought the big guns. I did want to kill you, dear," the green-haired thief smiled. "And just so you know… You're lousy in bed."

Emerald shot again, but this time Mira released a bout of fire in response. The flames collided with the explosive rounds in midair.

Raven's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She threw herself as far away as possible and turned her back to the massive explosion that filled the hallway.

Mira's howls were the last thing she heard before the fire overtook her.

Ruby stopped, unceremoniously letting Cinder fall on the grass outside. She heard steps behind her and spun to face Adam Taurus. The faunus gave her a lasting stare, then ran off without saying a word.

The redhead fell to her knees, trembling and wavering. Cinder looked up at her in shock, taking in heavy breaths as blood poured out of her bullet wounds.

"C-Cinder," Ruby said. "I-I'm sorry! Do you have your Scroll?"

The pyromancer nodded weakly, managing to retrieve the phone and giving it to her. Ruby hurried through the saved contacts until she recognized a familiar name.

"Cinder?" Blake answered in a weak voice. "Why are you calling me?"

"Blake!" Ruby yelled in relief. "You're alive!"

"Ruby?!"

Ruby winced as she heard a lot of yelling, furniture breaking, and general chaos going on at the other end of the line. Then someone else picked up the Scroll and spoke.

"Sis?"

"Yang!" Ruby smiled. "I'm okay. I need you to-"

An explosion sounded behind her, interrupting her and making it impossible to hear whatever Yang was saying. Ruby let the Scroll fall as she looked at the fire rising up to the sky from the hatch.

"U-Uncle…"

Cinder picked up the Scroll and put it to her ear, just as she struggled to wrap an arm around Ruby.

"Sis?!" Yang called desperately. "Are you okay?"

"She's alive," Cinder replied. "But she's hurt. Get here fast."

"Okay! But what about you? You sound hurt too!"

"…She kinda shot me."

A moment of silence passed between them before Yang spoke again.

"Weiss went to speak with Ozpin," she said. "Cinder?"

"Yeah?"

"…What was that explosion?"

...

Man, this feels like old CoS times, when characters got killed all the time. That was fun, right, guys? ...Guys?

By the way, I was so drained by the end of this chapter, I decided to spellcheck it later. So, if you find any nasty errors... Here's hoping there aren't typos in important places. (I just jynxed myself, didn't I?)

TIME FOR SHAMELESS PLUGGING! I've got a new story going on now, called Of Vale Blood. It's a cool little adventure set in a victorian-themed Vale. Weiss is a princess... Blake's an escaped slave... And Yang is some sort of werewolf? I DUNNO MAN YOU GOTTA READ IT TO FIND OUT. (pls read it pls)

Kiiiiilllll-me-sized thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited Falling Roses Burn Brighter!

-Zeroan