Team RWBY walked through the halls, trying to process what they just learned. There wasn't anyone else in the halls, so it was silent save for their footfalls echoing on the walls. To say they were confused would be an understatement. Yang was especially hit hard by this. She couldn't hardly remember having a brother.

The floor all of a sudden shook a little. They all stopped and looked at each other. Then the wall in front of them suddenly came crashing in, bricks and dust flying everywhere. To say they were startled would be an understatement. This day couldn't get much weirder, now could it? There was a man in the rubble. He wore armor similar to Pyrrha's, but it was more masculine and actually had some protection value.

He had a sword under his right arm, and on it was an Ursa. He looked at them for a second, then said, "Out for a stroll, ladies?". None of them were amused. And he must have picked that up from their looks. Then, the recently identified Ying Xio Long came running around the corner, a group of nine men in tow. He was still wearing his black trench coat with armor underneath. This time, however, he had an extra skirt of plates from around his waist hanging clear to his knees. And he had a new weapon on his back, a long sword strapped diagonally. It must have been almost as long as he was tall.

The men behind him all wore green tin helmets, tan cotton shirts, forest green pants, and black leather boots. They all carried either rifles or Thompson SMGs. "That's the third Deathstalker this weak! Dammit Pyron, do you have a deathwish!?" Ying yelled as his group got closer.

"Hey, nice to see you too pal." Pyron said, turning to face Ying. Ying didn't seem great with first impressions, unless he was beating the shit out of someone or something.

"Want to help?" Ask Pyron. "Nah, we'll just sit back and watch the show, right boys?" replied Ying, turning slightly to the group of men behind him. "Damn you Ying." Pyron said. Then Pyron expanded his blade and continued fighting the Deathstalker. Pyron flicked is wrist, his sword and sheath quickly forming into a shotgun. He ran forward, firing off hots as he went. As he got closer, Pyron switched his gun back into a sword, and sliced the stinger off then end of the Deathstalkrs tail that had just about impaled him. He expanded his left gauntlet into a large bronze shield, but it wasn't much use.

The Deathstalker took its left claw and pinned Pyrons right arm against his body, rendering it useless. Just as the claw started to squeeze, a hail of bullets and loud bangs rang out. The bullets punched right through the Deathstalkers armor and killed it instantly. Pyron fell from its grasp. He immediately got up, and looked at Ying. Ying now was holding a BAR with a smoking barrel. "Nice shooting Ying." said Pyron walking over. "Expect any different?" ask Ying, transforming his BAR back into a longsword and putting it back in its sheath on his back. "Nope." replied Pyron.

They started walking back down the halls where Ying came from. The men had been dismissed. Glynda came around the corner absolutely fuming. She walked past them to the giant hole in the wall. Ying threw a pair of room keys at Pyron, who caught them and read room 317 in gold letters on them. "Going to introduce me to the four girls in the hallway?" ask Pyron as he put the keys in the pocket of the jeans he wore under his armor. "Nope, you'll meet them in due time. I'm ready to call it a day, it's almost six, and I'm beat." Replied Ying as they got to the elevator to take them to their floor.