Meanwhile the show is getting dark and interesting- so will this story!
Cyres walked down the festival under the evening glow of the sky. Hazurfurn dissapeared somewhere a while ago, keeping guard on his own terms while she took the streets. With her dragon visaged closed helm donned, she attracted attention of students and adults alike when she walked about. She walked by the colorful tents and buildings into the quieter backstreets away from the festivities. She did not feel any immediate threat around her yet beside a dull nagging in the back of her head. Her fingers danced on the handle of Icentooth as she walked down the silent path of her patrol.
"Mercury not Haven- here." Her helmet displayed behind the . Cyres kept her pace, boot platings making some noise as the tail of her robe fluttered from the wind.
"Mel Cyres - Keep look" Akaia messaged them again. It's a code for "Something's not right- keep your eyes and ears open".
She felt another small gust of wind pass her from the back. It is not the wind of the actual sky, but someone running by quickly. Cyres whipped around, her on Icentooth. No one.
She turns around again, her shield forming on her arm as she readies to meet her attacker.
Thunk!
Two black arrows land in front of her, one next to her foot.
"Oh shit-" Her eyes widened as she recognized the distinct black arrowhead and slide a good yard back as they detonated in an explosion, kicking up concrete and dust around her.
As the dust and fire settle, in front of her stands a very familiar person with golden eyes and a even more familiar skin tight black suit and mask.
"Well," Cyres clears her throat under her helmet. "Fancy meeting you here, Miss Cinder Fall."
The woman says nothing before Cyres brings up her shield to deflect the black twin sword she wields.
Cyres brings her own sword up to take a swipe at her. Being possibly younger than Cinder. She can keep up just easily.
"You're fighting style is not much better than Mel's." She weaved under a sword and at her head and struck with her sword, the elongated ice sword striking her adversary' shoulder.
"You're not much different than those I've fought in the past." Cinder smiled at her. She swings her black blade aimed at Cyres' blind side over her shield.
Although she knew her aura would deflect her ice sword, Cyres jumped over a side swipe, twisting and landing behind the older woman, flat of Icentooth on Cinder's shoulder, the sharp edge pressed near her neck.
"You picked a wrong time to fight me Cinder." Cyres kept herself from sounding excited.
She is finally- in all the battles she fought against her in the other timeline- is getting an upper hand here!
Cinder stabbed at Cyres from under the deadlock, the blade grazing her glaerroium cuirass as the spark, making Cyres jerk away from the blow, ice forming around the blade. Cinder grasped her wrist, pinning it to the brick wall, smiling as Icentooth falls to the ground. Cyres growled and leaned a little, her other hand glowing as she prepares to jab it at her. But Cinder is ready, she spins around to meet her icy blue gaze, her other black sword's point jabbed into the chink between Cyres' neck guard and pauldron, holding her fast to the wall.
"I think I've picked the best time, dear." Cinder leaned in close, a smile forming on her lips. A smile that shows her vile and toying nature.
Cyres can feel the heat radiating from the twin weapons. She has to move fast before she is either killed or knocked out unceremoniously. Her eyes begins glowing a bright blue, frost creeping out of her helmet as she breathes, her shield hand reaching out towards her opponent. Ice begins forming in her palm as Cinder's much gentler hand rests on her breastplate.
CRASH!
Cyres' vision is cut short after a very loud explosion in her face sent her back through one of the concrete walls across the alley and into the streets filled with busy people.
She couldn't believe that she was launched a clear twenty yards and through solid walls.
Is this the power of a half-maiden?
She dare to think what destructive power would Cinder have if she has all the power.
She can vaguely hear and see the panicked screams of the pedestrians before blacking out altogether.
"Cyres!" Jay jerked awake from her afternoon nap, her breaths coming in quick pants as she awakes with a rude start.
"Doh-fuc-"She also inevitably kicked Kelly off their shared bed as well, causing the larger girl to land as a heap on the floor with blankets and her books.
"Sorry." Jay muttered.
She has no idea if that was a dream, a vision or anything and why the heck would she be dreaming about Cyres? What happened to ROCK at Beacon? Why did it seem so real?
She rather be off dreaming about Kelly or something.
"What the hell happened?" Cindy says across the room, placing Mourning Dawn on the table, both her and Diane's attention to them now. "Did you get a nightmare of the boogeyman?"
"More or less." Kelly pushed herself to her feet, brushing herself off and gathering her book and blankets in her arms. "It's enough to frighten her this much- it's pretty serious."
Jay quickly picked up her scroll.
5:45 PM.
It just happened.
She flings herself off the bed, almost knocking Kelly down again. She hastily put on her shoes, fumbling with the straps.
"What's the hurry?" Diane looked perplexed, sharing a concerned look as the rest of them. "They'll be fine-"
Then the sounds of boots to the floor made them turn as they see one of the adorned armored warriors of a white helmet battle group stand in the doorway.
"I am of the First Company Veterans under Rio and I bring his message." He announces before kneeling. "He says: Stay here with the teams, something is happening and you don't want to be in the crossfire."
As soon as he stopped, Jay scoffed loudly.
"Fuck that, Beacon's our school." She glared at the warrior before running past him and down the hall.
"Stubborn one, isn't she?" He looks at Cindy, who only sighs and nodds.
Cyres's world is spinning, literally. Her ears are ringing due to her helmet being knocked off after the blast sent her through concrete. Her entire body hurts, screaming at her as she rolls onto her elbows, slowly making to her feet, staggering like a drunkard as she looks at the fleeing crowd. She grips Icentooth tightly in her right hand as she summons a ward with another.
How dare she humiliate her like this! She is the Queen of the goddamn Scyrus- the One of the Frost Wyrms.
Of course dragging her into the city like this would give her some recognition among the dwellers of the city.
Her icy blue eyes meet the gold eyes, Cider unmoving from her spot, just observing Cyres from the distance.
But then again, fighting one on one is a wiser choice.
Cyres begins whispering under her breath, her eyes glowing as she focuses her view on Cinder while her mind is focused in the areas outside the industrial areas where it is empty.
"Ferum dre mortis…" She whispers, a bright light enveloped them both, blinking away into thin air leaving nothing but a cold draft.
She lands on her knees as one of her eyes stopped glowing, panting heavily, but her gaze never leaves Cinder even in her weariness. Pushing herself onto her feet again, she summons her ice blade again.
"You shouldn't push yourself, dear child." She smiles deviously at the tiring Queen. "I even wonder how you're a Queen with all the ice powers you have- you're still as weak as a student."
"Unlike you, thief, I actually train to gain my powers." Cyres retorted, raising her sword at her. She can't hide it, she's almost burnt out. "I have to give it to you, but I won't let you pass you plan."
"Well, I won't be surprised it's your corpse that your lover finds when she arrives too late." Cinder notches two arrows, aimed at her face.
The grass around her began forming frost, then icicles as she takes a step forward towards Cinder, who just stands there. Ice crawls up her arms, slowly creating jagged patterns. The gray clouds swirled over her as the great ice wyvern descended from the sky, towards Cinder as Cyres' eyes glowed a bright blue.
A bullhead flew over her, followed by a dark bird. Cyres paused her casting, eyes returning to normal.
"Endig var Izar." Cyres whispered in her native tongue to the old dragon. Without missing a beat, he reared back, a ball of blue fire erupted from his throat and sailed into the darkening sky.
The three teams sat in one of their assigned air ship that is flying towards Beacon as they speak. They have the ship's wall display tuned to the tournament to kill the three hour flight back.
Peaked with bets and callouts on their favored fighters-
None of them really prepared for the outcome for the match. When Penny is lying on the ground, completely dismembered by her own weapons- they were at a loss for words.
"Holy- shit." Lilly- known for being the logical and well mannered one of the three teams swore at the sight.
"I didn't know these kinds of robots existed- except Akaia." Barbra cringed slightly.
"Well Akaia is not really a arua android." Kelly corrected, being the least affected. "She's a bioform construct like Mordred."
"Okay, thank's for the description, but that is unnecessary at a time like this Kelly." Cindy chided, frowning at the larger girl.
Kelly leaned back in her chair, fiddling with her gauntlet arm, letting her mind relax and not think about what the first thing would be when they arrive at Beacon.
Akaia smugly grins under her helmet at Ironwood, who scrambles to the MC box.
"I guess Auriel was right after all." Akaia leaned against the steel walls, chuckling amusedly to herself. "There is a difference between construct and android."
"Sis, Ruby made it out and Mercury… well… got out." Rio says as he is pulling himself from his portal. She looks at the night sky, unfazed by the contrast of the lively arena. But to her surprise she sees the faint outline of their Raven Talon transport hovering overhead.
"Son of a bitch." Akaia hissed. Of all the times, these three idiots of a team decides to jump in? She watches from her adjusted sights as the craft slowly descend onto the grounds of Beacon. Then her attention is focused back on Rio as he speaks again.
"Any word from Cyres? Mel's still with Yang." Rio speaks again, voice more amplified due to him phasing his helmet and armor back on. "I lost her signal a while ago- I hope she's alright."
"Damnit Rio, the kids are here." Akaia ignored the last part to tell him that. "And I have faith in her Rio, she is a Fulgrin after all."
"I won't count on only that sister, Mel said that the Fall is the only one not present- along with that ice cream girl." He crossed his arms over his thick chest. "Oh, and all two hundred of the Fourth Company is currently keeping the Grimm at bay with the Atlas military… And Mordred and Argus is somewhere."
Akaia nodded, at least there is some good news in a time like this.
"Ozpin is not going to be happy when he sees a aura android." Akaia comments, inspecting Leviathan's sharp blades. "Argus wasn't kidding when there would be strife between Atlas and Vale. It's heading that way already."
Akaia pushed herself off the wall and feels a small frigid draft hit her armor.
"Did you feel that?" Rio asks, uncrossing his arms and is confused under his helmet A bolt of ice exploded into the sky. "Sister look, a rune!"
Izar. A rune that signals help.
"Cyres." Rio has never seen Akaia disappear so fast in his life before. And if she is to go this fast- then something Bad just happened.
Not to mention loud blaring alarms.
She must've sounded the alarm.
Rio let out a frustrated groan before opening up his interface and unsheathing Vanquisher.
"All First Company Veterans- this is Captain Rio…"
They instantly ran out once the landing pads were only grazing the asphalt of their rooftop landing- having to diverge a path into the city instead of Beacon.
There are Grimm everywhere.
"What the flippity hell is this?! We're gone for a week and this happens?" Jay pointed at the Grimm as they poured down the streets. Then came in several bullheads- with one being shot down by their ships guns. "What the hell is that?!"
One of the bullheads landed on the square not far from them.
And out came a very familiar teams with axes, drones, and guns of all kinds.
"I spoke too soon, didn't I?" Jay sighed into her palm.
"Alright, take and hold everyone!" Hanna shouts to the three teams as they fire into the streets below. "Help if you can, thin out all ranks that opposes you!"
"Also watch out for White Fang, they are here too!" Brenda announces as she shot a Beowulf's head clean off it's neck to save a woman than has fallen three buildings down from their spot.
A deafening roar came from a few blocks to the west as three separate gigantic pods crashed into the ground. Then a single large portal opened in the sky just right under them.
Just as the six bipedal war machines walks into the city, a massive black portal tears at the air on the hill not too far away, fifty ornate armored, white laureled helmet spewed out, their weapons varied from massive guns, swords, pistols storm our in unison, facing their opponents down and demolishing them without a second thought.
"I think we're standing in the meeting spot." Kelly comments, weapon lowering as she recognized Rio appearing in front of the fifty men as the war machines ran off into the city, the earth shaking with their every step.
"Well, in the other note, your renegade friends are going to be waiting for you at the plaza." Came a familiar voice behind them.
Okay I'll admit- I'm a huge fan of Games Workshop and ROCK alludes to that (Most of them that is) And most of the introduced army is based on the Arthurian legend.