Ruby rode the Deathstalker into the ground, repeatedly slicing into it's thick armor with her scythe. The creature, unable to pay attention to it's surroundings, careened into it's comrades, flattening a small group of Ursas. A pack of Blood Claws, a prehistoric Grimm that had been thought extinct, had swarmed in through the hole the giant bug had created.

They resembled raptors, standing at just over 4 foot 5 inches tall, white armored skulls sporting 4 glowing eyes and wide jaws, filled with sharp teeth. They had massive claws on their hands and feet, each one at least 3 inches long with serrated edges on the inside. Feathers sprawled down the back of their skulls and along their spines. Powerful muscles propelled them through the air or along the ground.

Yet, despite their killing proficiency and design, they had one significant flaw. They had very weak skin. They had little in the way of natural armor, and when wearing man made armor, they were slowed significantly. They were very common, however, like feral Beowulfs, and often the Descendants used them as mounts instead of fighters.

They weren't the only prehistoric Grimm, however. Several giants had been resurrected, some comically named, like Grimmzilla, the Grimmasaurus. However, the giants themselves were no laughing matter. Though much rarer then the foot soldier Grimms, the were also much harder to kill. Luckily, they were also absent from the fight... so far.

The girls had restocked on Dust and ammunition upon arriving at the camp, and were fresh from their first real nights sleep in weeks. It also helped that spare caches were scattered throughout the grounds. The group was quickly split up as each headed to an area where they were needed the most.

Ruby found herself next to a withered soldier, who, despite his age, was fighting quite effectively next to his younger brothers in arms. He was armed with Hunter class weapons, a pair of short swords, staggered serration covering the inside edges of the straight blades.

Ruby twirled her scythe, slicing through the various Grimms with ease... at first. Though she was well rested, and fully supplied, she could feel herself becoming the focus of the enemy mass in the immediate vicinity. After a few minutes, she realized what that meant. Their controller was nearby. She sent a brief glance to the heavens, and sure enough, watching silently from the sky, was the massive dragon. Her sharp eyes could just barely make out the lines running along it's hide, indicating it's harness.

She was brought back to the situation by a cry. The old soldier had slipped, and an Ursa had his foot in it's mouth. She tried to get to him, but the Ursa had already retreated behind lines of it's smaller cousins. She forced herself to turn away as the old man's cries cut off abruptly. She felt a single hot tear drip down her face, but forced the man from her mind as she flowed through her fighting stances, just like her uncle had taught her.

1, 2 ,4 ,3 ,8. She thought the number of each position as she performed it, locking out her emotions, her attachments, and just focusing on the fighting. It was what she always did when she was in such situations. She shut down completely, emotionally, and let that emptiness become her best friend, her tool, her weapon. Crescent Rose began to taste blood.

Blake was experiencing a slightly different problem, and it was named Yang. First of all, Yang was already battle-drunk, her crazy smile and wide violet eyes her most notable feature. She and Blake were guarding the front of the fortress, tearing apart anything that got close. The soldiers had dispersed to other sections upon realizing that they were actually in more danger around the crazy blond berserker.

Yang was fine, of course, and technically speaking, so was Blake. But every time Yang blasted past her, every time she jumped into the air in front of her, Yang's physical... Advantages, always caught Blake's eye. They way her chest strained at her shirt. They way her shorts pressed tightly against the top of her muscular, powerful legs. The tight V shape of the crotch of those same shorts. Blake was almost nailed by a Nevermore because she was caught up in the way Yang's ass moved when she ran.

She was saved, oddly enough, by Nora, who brought her hammer down onto the massive crow's skull, crushing it under the weighted end of the weapon. Blake blinked, shaking her head hard. The only way she could protect herself was to get away from Yang, so she took off running, to the crumbled remains of the sagging section of wall. The Grimm forces had stopped coming, but massive numbers were still within the walls.

Sky based Grimm dive bombed the battlefield, and she noticed that an abandoned rocket launcher was situated at the top of the 50 foot wall. She calculated the distance, then adjusted her course, coming at the wall at an angle. She hit the base of the wall, jumping and wall climbing around the slight curve of the wall till she lost her momentum.

She unsheathed Gambol Shroud, flinging it up the wall, it's sturdy ribbon trailing behind. The blade cut into the metal, lodging into the wall itself, and Blake managed to pull herself the rest of the way up. When she reached the top, she found a small group of enemy soldiers taking potshots at the military men down in the courtyard. The first was still laughing as she killed him. The others weren't.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yang's insane laughter cut through the air, her fists finding targets with every punch. She hit an enemy soldier in the shoulder, the blast from her gun actually cutting through enough flesh to amputate the attached arm. It flew through the air, the soldiers screams cutting off as a second punch landed just over his heart, blowing out the back of his rib cage. Grimms converged on her, realizing she was the biggest threat, but Ren and Nora covered her expertly.

Juane and Pyrrha were back to back, spinning in an incredible dance as they moved around each other, slashing, slicing, blades flashing, one silver, one gold. they fit together perfectly in their sequences, each pose flowing into the next. Nothing stood before them.

Ren and Nora, on the other hand, were not a smooth waltz, but more of a chaotic tango, explosions ringing their battle site like a rock concert stage. Ren's guns were constantly shifting between blade and pistol, yet he moved with assurance no matter which he was using. Nora was moving with far less grace than before (a consequence of her insistence on her pre-battle drink.) but was swinging with far more power, her hammer impacting with enough force to register as a small earthquake.

After wiping the last of the blood off her weapon, Blake carefully looked over the mounted rocket launcher. It was an RL-46M, one of the best made before things turned to shit. She gave it a once over, making sure it wasn't damaged, then grasping the trigger mechanism gingerly. The trigger was covered by a fixed glove, so in the case of over heating, the metal wouldn't burn the users hand. She had a couple dozen rockets, and she took a few practice shots at the circling sky demons.

2 nevermore went down, their heavy bodies leaving bloody impact craters in the ground. She tried to fire at the dragon, but suddenly a nevermore changed direction in mid-air, as if it had been commanded to. The rocket collided with the massive bird, and the dragon and his rider flew away, out over the plains. A small group of Grimms went after him, looking like an obscene honor guard. She was suddenly aware that the fighting on the ground had stopped.

Weiss was breathing hard, looking regrettably at the body at her feet. She hated killing people, but didn't allow the fact that she had to get in the way of her work. She had read reports of people going crazy from thinking about it to much, and had trained herself to push the thoughts and images away. she looked around at the remains of the courtyard. She saw Blake walking across the floor, examining bodies every here-and-there. Yang was talking to Nora, each with slightly crazed looks in there eyes. Then she saw Ruby. She was kneeling over the body of a soldier.

Ruby opened her eyes, the end of her prayer trailing off as she turned away from the mangled body. Pyrrha was a short distance away, consulting with a small group of soldiers. Jaune was nearby, looking grimly over the carnage, shaking his head. She saw Weiss, their eyes meeting, and Ruby felt a slight warmth light up her chest.

She couldn't help the selfish thought that came next. 'At least it wasn't her'. She sighed, then converged on the front steps with the others. Ren was silent, his eyes closed as he meditated on the battle. Though his clothes were still spotless, the others were splattered with various bits of mud, dirt, and blood.

After the body count, they were somewhat relieved that only 3 soldiers had fallen in the battle. However, the rest had all sustained injuries, except the hunters. Nora and Yang were both battle-drunk, and Nora was also actually drunk. (2 shots of Grimm's blood in less than 48 hours will do that to you). Blake was silent, her nightclothes stained deep red by the human blood. Weiss seemed more or less the same as she had when she had jumped out the window.

Her battle outfit had changed after leaving Beacon, replaced by a white dress with silver trim, the ruff at the neck the same as on her silver jacket, her family crest adorning her back. The sleeves were tight fitting, but the material was flexible enough to prevent rips.

The chest of the dress was of a slightly lower cut than her school gown had been, showing the beginnings of her cleavage, but still holding onto slightly more than Ruby thought it should. A silver necklace was clasped around her neck, a gift from Ruby from a Christmas during their 3rd year. it was adorned with a combination of her and Weiss's symbols, a red Rose cradled inside a clear snowflake, the whole thing having cost more in a single night than Ruby had ever spent before.

It had been meant as a confession, but unfortunately, she had gotten cold feet when Weiss had shown up with a pretty new transfer student (even Ruby and Yang had been somewhat overwhelmed by her looks. Yang had managed to sink her hooks into her shortly after she had been dumped by Weiss.)

The dress also had a train to it, hanging off the shoulders like a cape. The edges were lined with a hand stitched design of swirling snowflakes in a winter wind, and when the cape billowed about, the design seemed to shimmer and shift, creating a winter landscape across her slim back. Shortly after receiving this from her family, Ruby had planned one last present to try and capture her attention.

The attempt was currently sitting in the very bottom of Ruby's luggage. The train stopped at about mid-calf, but Weiss often complained that it was heavy and awkward, requiring constant attention in a fight to avoid altering her fighting style.

Ruby's gift was a cloak like her own. Though it lacked the workmanship her mother had possessed, it did have the powers of Ruby's (she hoped. the Dust infused cloth was harder to work with than she had originally thought, and she had wasted several thousand lien on failed attempts before she finally got it right) and could expand and contract as needed. She was waiting for Weiss's birthday to give it to her, but now, she figured, why not? Now was as good a time as any. Or, maybe in a few hours.

The skirt of the dress widened at the waist, pushing out to allow for smooth movement. It resembled her original skirt, zig-zaging around the edge, but the design had been redone with a repeating pattern of her teams symbols, her only real request from the tailor. The colors had been reworked so as to be more prominent while still matching the rest of the dress, cool silver trimming following the edge of the dress.

The skirt itself stopped just above the knee, so she could bend her legs without trouble. Underneath the dress, she wore a skin-tight pair of pants, more like leggings, that were a white that matched the dress itself. Ruby couldn't help the slight blush that crept across her face as she looked at the outfit. Like all her other clothes, it showed off her legs wonderfully, although, as stated, she would have liked a little more in the upstairs department.

Blake examined Yang out of the corner of her eye. She was as beautiful as always, though her beauty was marred slightly by her crazed smile and violent red eyes. Even still, she found herself drawn to her, her personality, even her scent drawing her in. Blake's advanced sense of smell could pick out the spicy aroma of her perfume and shampoo, sharp pine needles mixed in with an exotic cedar oil and wrapped in gunpowder. It was invigorating stuff.

Jaune stood at the head of the group, Pyrrha attached stoically to his left arm. He was in a brooding mood, something he found himself experiencing more and more often these days. Nora had once joked that the war had made him prematurely middle aged. He was beginning to think she was right. He turned to the group.

"Well, I'll say it again. Welcome to the army headquarters."

"Does this happen often?" Ruby responded, managing to tear her eyes from Weiss, who was in turn struggling to not make eye contact with Ruby.
"Not as much as you might think, considering that everyone knows where this place is. About twice a month."
"What I find more interesting, is that this happened the day after we got here. that, and the ambush in the woods, makes me think they knew we were coming."
Yang shook her head, beginning to sober. "I used a triple encoded sequence on that message, and bounced it through half a dozen radio channels. It was untraceable."

She glared at Weiss when she opened her mouth, and Weiss suddenly found something very interesting in the concrete at her feet.

Jaune had nodded in his agreement, but suddenly he walked away, as if he had forgotten about them completely. Pyrrha gave them a pained glance, then trotted after him. Ren and Nora followed, old habits being hard to break. The remaining group converged. With nothing to say, Ruby motioned them to head inside.

Once there, Ruby turned to the group and said "Weiss, would you do a favor for me? Head upstairs and move your stuff into my room. I need to talk with them for a moment."
Weiss lit up, nodding and sprinting for the stairs. The elevators would be too slow. Ruby watched her go, her eyes fixed on the curves of her body, till she disappeared from view. Yang was confused, giving a quizzical look to her sister. "What about, Ruby?"

She wasn't going to try and kid herself about what Ruby would be doing with Weiss. She was half happy, half enraged, but with those emotions, she could not properly express either.

Blake seemed to know, but even she wasn't prepared for Ruby's delivery. "Blake wants to go out with you, and she asked for my help. I know your single right now, so go out with her. If I have to order you to, I will. Now, I'm going to help Weiss move your stuff into Blake's room, and then, if you value your lives, you will leave us alone for the next 24 hours."

She spun on her heel, and, activating her semblance, disappeared, leaving a trail of rose petals along the path she had taken.

Yang stood there, open mouthed, completely caught off guard. Blake, on the other hand, was either pissed or grateful, since her expressions for those emotions were defined more by her body than her face, it was harder to tell. Yang had, of course, considered her partner as a possible lover, but had always thought she was straight.

Then again, she only knew of 2 of her girl/boyfriends. She knew Blake had (briefly) gone out with Velvet, but had always assumed it had been more of an experiment than an actual relationship, especially after how it had ended. Both Blake and Velvet still had physical scars from the fight.

Blake sighed, turning to her and saying, "well, that wasn't exactly what I meant by help, but I guess in the end, she did do me a favor. So? What do you think?"

Her voice was filled with restrained hope, but it also seemed like she was prepared for rejection. However, Yang managed to smile. She had to admit, not only had her sister skillfully maneuvered her into a trap, she had left her with, A, no escape, and B, not wanting to escape. If there was one thing Yang was a sucker for, it was a straight forward delivery with a high stakes response.

"I think it's a fantastic idea. And I'm not just saying that. I had an eye on you in school, but I guess I fooled myself into thinking you were straight. Well, at least now I can do what I didn't get to do back then."

And with that, she pulled Blake into a heated kiss. And that was a literal meaning. Yang's body was like a heater blanket, warming Blake's skin while the kiss heated her insides. She was hardly a fast or easy girl, but something about the way Yang made her feel, how comfortable she was to press against, made her not want it to end. With an enormous effort, she managed to pull out of Yang's embrace.

Yang smiled at Blake's gasping breaths. She said "yeah, that tends to happen when people kiss me." she grasped Blake's hand, saying "I can take my time, but let me know if you want to feel that again."

She gave a sly smile, then turned and raced away, like her sister before her, stopping only to wink at Blake from the base of the stairs. Blake managed to catch her breath, then thought 'well, she did say to let her know' before sprinting after her.

Ruby entered the room to find Weiss's bags already in place, Yang's things piled haphazardly by the door. She gave Weiss a quick kiss, then together, they hauled the load into the room next door. Once that was done and over with, Weiss followed Ruby back to their room, shutting the door behind her.

She turned, about to ask a question, but suddenly found herself pressed against the door, the girl of her dreams pinning her wrists to the door and kissing her passionately. This time, there was no romantic images to distract them from their goal.

Ruby's battle dress, which Weiss had bought for her (disguised as a group gift, since she had bought battle attire for the whole team. Yang and Blake hadn't been wearing theirs, but Ruby had slipped hers on before the battle.) was decorated with red and black Rose vines, which trailed along the hems. Her red hooded cloak was still in place around her shoulders, 2 cross clasps holding them in place, but otherwise, the whole outfit had changed.

The hood possessed an ability of expansion or contraction, depending on the situation, which had been granted to the material itself from it's tailorer, Ruby's mother, covered a design that matched the symbol clasped around Weiss's neck, with the exception being that the snowflake was a glossy midnight black material, and the Rose a blood red that faded to black at the edges, a revursal on the color of her hair. The rest of the outfit was a lighter charcoal black, allowing the snowflake and the Rose to stand out.

The corset was actually integrated into the dress itself, allowing for ease of use. The laces of it were a stark neon red, which went surprisingly well with the colors of the dress. The high collared shirt fitted around Ruby's neck with a surprising snugness, a zipper concealed in the back. The collar was neither constricting nor uncomfortable, made from a silky light material that was both sturdy and comfortable. Instead of a skirt, the dress flowed into a skintight pair of pants, similar to Weiss's, which hugged her body well.

The pants were the same black as the shirt, but they had red stripes running down the side of her thighs,which, when looked at closely, would reveal Rose and snowflake designs trailing down the red expanse. The whole outfit actually appeared reminiscent of a knight, with the sleeves ending just above the elbow, baring her muscular forearms.

The outfit was designed for ease of use, and now it showed that, slipping off Ruby's body in seconds. Weiss's was a little harder, what with the knots it used instead of a zipper, like Ruby's, but they managed. In under 5 minutes, each wore only their hastily adorned undergarments. Ruby was rough, practically flinging Weiss onto the bed in her haste. Weiss found that she was enjoying the aggressive side of Ruby, and played the non-verbal submissive, laying still as she allowed Ruby to have her way.

Ruby kissed her again, more fiercely this time, hunger for her new lover over riding her need to check herself. She forced Weiss's lips open, jamming her tongue into Weiss's mouth. One of her hands held Weiss's hands together over her head, while her other hand unhooked the bra strap, then roughly griped Weiss's breast. Weiss gasped at the pressure, not sure if it hurt or if it felt good. She cried out as Ruby's mouth went from kissing to biting, the teeth sinking into her left shoulder, hard enough to break the skin, though the wound itself was minor.

Ruby sat back, a predator's smile on her lips, along with the red tint of blood. Weiss had the sudden thought that she was seeing a side of Ruby she didn't even know existed. 'Now i know how Velvet got the bruises'. Ruby licked her lips, clearing the blood from them, then turned her attention to the rest of Weiss's body. Her grip tightened on Weiss, and she cried out again, this time knowing it hurt, but also feeling the pleasure. It was a little odd for her, finding that such small pains held such significant pleasures. She couldn't help the ashamed blush that had flushed most of her face.

Ruby took Weiss's opposite nipple in her mouth, softly nipping at it as she felt it harden. She released Weiss's hands, reaching down and gripping Weiss's left leg, her thumb pressing into the flesh. Weiss was becoming more and more aroused, the treatment showing her just how much they had both wanted this. Pent up energies and repressed emotions were being forced out of them, pain, ecstasy, euphoria, sadness. They all came out in a torrent of burning hot pressure.

Ruby's free hand had slid down her stomach, taking one side of her panties, the massaging hand grabbing the other side, and pulling them down. Weiss was shaved bare (the carpet, unfortunately, matched the drapes, and Weiss had always found that the silver color had a rather unflattering effect.) Weiss's pussy was already wet, the sensitive skin glistening slightly in the light.

Ruby smiled again, this time almost sadistically, and cupped her hand over her target. Weiss spasmed under her. It had been quite a while since anyone but herself had touched her there, and she was very sensitive. The soft skin of Ruby's palm was pressed firmly against her clit, and her middle finger was curled along the crease of her lower lips. However, instead of doing anything, Ruby left her hand laying there, not moving, just teasingly resting. She leaned in, her lips less than an inch from from Weiss's ear, and whispered seductively.

"Ask for it, heiress."

The use of her title, instead of her name, made Weiss shudder, her whole body racked with a single movement. She couldn't stop herself. She said "please Ruby, just do it."
Ruby laughed quietly, the sound husky and lustful in the moment, and said, "that's not good enough, love. you have to be very," she twitched her finger, and Weiss moaned, "specific."

Weiss stuttered, ashamed at what she was trying to say, but finally forced out "please, Ruby, put your fingers in me." She felt a burning in her cheeks and eyes as the words fell out, but Ruby seemed to be satisfied. Her finger curled once, sliding along the ridges, before pushing into the fold. Weiss couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her, a release of tension and the knotting sensation within her chest. A brief flicker of concern flashed across Ruby's face, but Weiss just shook her head, gulping air as she adjusted to this new feeling.

After a moment, Ruby saw she was alright, and began to move her finger back and forth in a sawing motion. Her slightly calloused knuckles dragged at the flesh, and Weiss began to breath hard, trying to cope with the foreign sensation. She couldn't remember much about what she had done with Nora, but it had been nothing like this. Her skin seemed to be on fire, a burning hot sensation building inside her. Ruby's finger brushed her g-spot, and her breath whooshed out it on ungodly moan, followed by the words, "more, Ruby!"

Ruby was happy to comply, her dominating act subsiding for the moment. As her finger continued to caress the inside of her new lover, her other hand traveled back to it's original position, massaging the smooth skin of Weiss's breasts, thumb rubbing against the erect nipples as it switched back and forth from left to right. The sensation was overwhelming, Weiss's thoughts becoming as sporadic as her breathing. How could it feel this good? She didn't know, and quite honestly, didn't care.

Ruby reached down between her legs with her free hand, fingers curling between her legs as she began to masturbate, the sensation matching Weiss's. Her own moans began to mingle with Weiss's, and Ruby could only hope the thick walls were enough to cover their sounds. If not, the soldiers were getting one hell of a pick up after the fight.

The rapidly fading winter light was all that illuminated the scene, the girls bodies wreathed in sunlight as they continued.

Weiss was melting, the heat continuing to build into a raging inferno. At one point, she thought 'I wonder if this is how Yang feels when she fights', but the thought had been blasted away by a thrust from Ruby's finger. Ruby was breathing with her, the air around them thick and warm. Sweat was building on their bodies, and Weiss's cries were getting a little louder with each thrust. Suddenly the heat of the fire leaped up, and Weiss gave a final cry as she orgasmed hard, her back arcing upward, her cry cutting off half way, as she came.

She was stuck in that position for what seemed like an eternity, her mind overloaded with the shear force of her ecstasy. Apparently, she blacked out, because when she regained consciousnesses, she found herself covered by one of the blankets, something soft and warm pressed gently against her side. She turned, looking into Ruby's silver eyes. She was surprised. It was dark out, meaning she had been out of it for quite a while. Much longer than she should have been. it had been approaching afternoon when they had started.

Ruby giggled at her confusion, saying "was it really so good that you passed out, or were you just so tired, you had to sleep?"

"Both, I think. That was amazing. Even Nor- I mean, no one else ever made me feel like that."

Ruby raised her eyebrow at the slip, but said nothing, snuggling closer. "This feels right. I guess I'm kinda glad it took us this long to find each other. I kinda think it would have been a train wreck if we had tried this back in school. The relationship I mean... not, you know, this" she waved her hand at Weiss's nude form.

Weiss nodded tiredly. She had no doubt that this relationship was more likely to survive thanks to their ages. Suddenly remembering, she said "That's what the necklace was. You were trying to confess to me, weren't you?"

"I was, but was a little intimidated by your girlfriend at the time. Wait a minute, the suit was a confession to, wasn't it?"

"I guess Yang was right. We are both unobservant. We should have known. But like you said, I'm glad we didn't."

"'m not sure I can say I love you, but I really do, Weiss."

"I know, and I love you too. What say we get some rest, and talk in the morning, though? I'm still tired as hell."

"Alright. Oh, um. I sort of have a message from Nora. She told me while we were still in school. She told me to tell you this if we ever got together."

"Oh? And what was it?"

Ruby leaned in close, whispering it in her ear. "You really are a tsundere."

Weiss's defiant shouts woke Yang in the room next door. She sat up, yawning, and said "damn it, whats the shouting about?"

Blake's arm wrapped around her waist, her breasts pressing against Yang's bare back. "Leave them to themselves. I was having a good dream. lets see if i can make it back."
Yang turned, smiling at her. She kissed Blake, saying, "alright, alright. I need some more sleep anyway."

She curled up with her feline friend, and was soon asleep again.