My poor heart... from Ep 11
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Beacon Docks
Cindy rolled under a wide arc from Jakob's ax, she can feel the blood drops splattering on her skin as it goes past her face. She quickly countered by slashing his armored arm and push herself a few feet away. She runs again at his slight blunder, bringing her ax over her head and down on his battle ax with just as much ferocity as he have upon her. He responded by catching her arm and pulling his growing ax across her abdomen, which a orange hexagonal shield managed to intercept between the blade and her jacket.
"You're still weaker than me." She kicks his shin quickly before kicking his chin by doing a backflip. Jakob roars in anger as he stumbles back with a large hand clutching his nose.
"Try harder, little man." Cindy grinned. Ironically Cindy is just a day older than he is. And Jakob hates being called 'little" even though he is almost twice her height. He rams into her with his spike shoulder, knocking the wind out of her before she lands onto her back quite painfully moments later.
Jakob runs at her again with his ax held high, ready to kill her for sure. She scrambles to raise Mourning Dawn to intercept the blow.
CLANG!
Jakob screams in pain as Cindy sees a very familiar fiery ax over her attached to a armored arm. He is thrown back with a powerful riposte from the ax of fire.
Her avatar of war manifested on instinct, protecting her with it's ethereal body. It's armor of steel and fire hovering over her like the shroud of the devil.
Even she herself is surprised at its sudden appearance.
She can her growling from him in the distance as his ax splits down the middle, a canister shaping in the empty space with tubes attaching onto his armored arm. Plasmatic energies begin forming around his ax as his red eyes meet her green ones.
"It's better to die here than see what she has in mind for us, Cindy." He raises to his feet, pointing at her. "I wouldn't want to be here to witness what would befall us."
Cindy coughs once as she pushes herself to her feet, her avatar returning to hovering over her, mimicking her every movement.
"I'm too tired for this shit anyways." Cindy shrugs before going into a defensive stance. She smirks at him and gives him the bird.
And since Jakob is already high on the anger meter, she anticipated him charging at her like a bull. His plasmatic ax swung back.
Cindy pumps the lever once before swinging it in a high arc, pulling the trigger. Their axes meet in shower of sparks, fire and steel to plasma, they can feel frictional energies growing between the two blades.
On The Other Side
"Welp, nice knowing you Diane." Jay's back meets Diane's. Their weapons held out in front of them as Saruman and Charon circles them, their drones or scythe poised to cut them down.
Charon swings first, his scythe aimed at Diane, who deflected the quick blow with her claymore. spinning around for Jay to saw Falling Sky across his Charon's chest while Diane redirected the bullets back at the drones with her shield.
"We make a good tag team." Diane comments as ducks under Jay's spinning chainsaw of death as she twirls around the two of them like a tornado. Diane quickly jumps up, shooting a round at Saruman's armored chest at a point blank with a thrust of her sword added to it.
They switch between attacks, exchanging weapons as they do so with their flipps. Like performing as a troupe, they attacked with so complicated movements it left the two men confused and open for their counter attack. It was hard for them to land a hit on either two of the girls as they would alternate defence and offence so perfectly it's hard for them to be wide open for the renegades to land a hit.
Jay is high in the air while Diane swings in a wide arc, gashing Charon across his abdomen. Jay lands on the flat of her blade.
Her eyes are glowing blue as lightning cover Falling Sky. She jumps into the air her weapon raised high over her head. Diane takes the cue to turn and hook her left leg behind Saruman's neck, planted her sword in the ground and toss him towards Charon.
"Now!" Diane shouts, using her momentum to pull her sword out and skid back a few yards- for precaution.
Falling Sky begins screeching it's hymn of death as the twin blades roar to life. Jay lets out a laugh before pulling the trigger descending on the two of them as a ball of lightning. She brings Falling sky down from her overhead hit.
Now they understand why Jay calls her chainsword Falling Sky.
Because she becomes a ball of blue lightning that streaked towards the ground faster than their eyes can follow.
Beacon Docks
Cindy pants, kneeling on the ground supported by Ripple Corruption over Jakob's still body, which bears a shotgun sized hole in his chest. She felt relief that their ordeal has passed, but saddened that she has just killed her friend that has saved their asses during dangerous missions.
Though, she herself was not unscathed. She had a hand pressed to her bleeding abdomen where the old injury lay, now cut open again by a fragment of Jakob's ax that broke off when they clashed for a final time. She hissed, taking in breaths to calm her racing heart. She can try and move but risk pushing the shard further into her and causing damage or pull it out and risk bleeding to death. Her fingers slipped from the bloodied handle of Mourning Dawn as she slumps over.
Black veins glowed all over her hand and up her arm. She looked up to see a black cloaked woman standing in front of her, her hand open to her. Behind her stands ghostly figures of at least hundred of Imperial Shadows from the past from what she can discern from the armor and weapons and they way they move behind her.
"It's not over yet, child." Her silvery voice is pleasant to hear in the midst of battle. "The event has yet to begin."
She felt… rejuvenated.
On The Other Side
Before Jay lands on the ground, she turns, finishing by turning the deadly weapon and swinging into a wide arc. Her eyes still glowing a bright blue as she stabs her sword into the ground first.
When she hit's the ground, it cracked under her even though she slowed her descent. The two are still in their electrocuted position like stone. Though she can see black veins growing over them quickly.
She counted down from three in her head.
Diane surrounded herself in her shield as she noticed the veins. There's always the aftermath of Jay when she goes all out.
There was a wet explosion as Diane looks away from the exploding bodies, cringing as she can hear the blood and bits of bone and metal strike her shield.
"Gross." Diane chides Jay the moment she let's down her shield, walking to the now blood covered girl who is nursing a long cut across her abdomen while giving Diane a stupid grin. "You're a bloody idiot."
"Ha ha, very funny…" Jay only shrugs and begins giggling before doubling over and coughing- while giving her a thumbs up.
"Idiot." Diane rolls her eyes with a smile while she sheaths Bleak Dusk on her back and grabs Falling Sky and magnetizing it to her lower back plate. She then slings Jay's arm over her shoulder and keeps her right hand around Jay's waist.
"Don't you have bullet wounds to worry about?" Jay asks her. Diane only shakes her head and continues to walk towards the flame wrought Beacon.
"I can walk it off."
On The Airship
Emily landed on the flying airship, thanks to Tryygr's larger from (sadly who can't really perch on her arm for too long) who flew back to join the large ice wyvern in his duel with the Grimm.
"Sup Ruby." Emily greeted, her Mocking Reaper shifting into it's bladed from. She notices a very familiar red armor on the side, a large halberd grasped firmly in both hands, just observing the battle between Ruby and her two assailants.
She charged at Gaheris while his side is turned to her, the blade drawn high, the armored man turns around raises his halberd, deflecting it before butting her with the shaft of his weapon. Emily grunts, grabbing the shaft to stabilize herself before she falls off this thing.
"Your skills are nowhere near mines, Emily." Gaheris growls, launching his fist at her. Emily ducks under it, her foot contacting with his face, forcing the Forgemaster to stagger a little. "I am much different than a normal man."
They exchange blows as if they were ballroom dancing with the complicated footwork that would even put the best to shame. Emily would slide under the powerful swings and Mordred would grapple weapons and lock them close enough to see the steam hissing from the vents in his armor.
Though, the pattern broke when Emily pulled his left leg up, sending the Forgemaster onto his back. She stabs Mocking Reaper's blade into the plating of his neck, twisting the blade as it sunk into the flesh under.
"Nah, I think so." Emily rolls her eyes as she jumps over a blow aimed at her legs as the armored hand breaks through the blade. She landed on the flat of the ax mid swing to push herself over the large forgeman as he rolls onto his feet again. She turns mid flip, firing a gun powdered and dust propelled bolt at the chink in his neck. The bolt explodes against the metal as she lands on the surface behind him, sending dust into the air clouding his entire being in the powdery dust.
She hears a loud crash behind her, and turns to see Ruby without her beloved weapons standing against two much powerful opponents.
"Ruby!"
A large hand suddenly burst from the smoke, connecting to her chin in a devastating uppercut from the powered armor warrior. Emily's vision blurred from the blow, her footing disoriented as she steps backward, her head spinning not too long after.
BANG!
Emily pauses halfway, her body jerking forward, making her kneel as her aura glimmers around her faintly before disappearing. Mocking Reaper falling from her grasp and skidding a few feet from her.
"Emily!" She hears Ruby cry before the familiar heavy footsteps come behind her.
Gaheris stands a few yards behind her, one hand gripped on his pistol aimed at her back, the other held the broken blade that was stuck in his neck until now.
Emily
"Who more skilled now, Trent?" He chuckles, tossing the broken blade aside and walks closer to her prone form. He grabs his halberd as he walks closer.
Emily groans as she slowly find her footing on the metal ground, staggering like a drunkard. Her hand reaches for her combat blade stored on her back, holding it in front of her with blurred vision as she stands in front of Ruby.
High On The Hill
The hills of Beacon are strewn with corpses of the decaying Grimms, humans, faunus, machines and students alike in one giant hill of bodies to the extent that plants of any kind would not grow there for a while. Except there stands two lone figures fighting at the top of the hill of the dead.
Kelly jumped over Leona's dual claws, quite fitting for a lion faunus. Though she finds herself behind smashed into the ground not too long after evading her attack. They stand on a higher point of the hills nearby. With the roar of the battle far behind them, Kelly stares Leona down like a beast, her five draconic heads hovering around her. Meanwhile, Leona's claws glow a golden hue as they circle around one another.
"So, Kiros." Lonea smirks, calling Kelly by her real name. "Crawling back to wanting to be a hero huh?"
"Shut it, Leona you know I am nothing near what everyone want's me to be." Kelly growls, her bayonet blade flipped out. "Or think I am."
The lion scoffed, throwing her wild mane of golden hair back over her shoulders.
"Then why do I hear people calling you one?" Leona presses, bringing the circle closer until they were almost one feet apart.
"For a start, I actually go helping the people who are casted aside with society," Kelly frowned at her, not breaking her concentration on any movement. "And I don't use my status to have one night stands unlike you."
She seemed offended for once. For someone who is prideful as an asshole, it's quite fun to see what she says next. Leona's face grew slightly red at the comment, upon remembering that she has a superior sense of smell than Leona.
Kelly arched an eyebrow, giving Leona one of her trademark smirks.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She teased before pausing. "Oh, wait, accidental pun not intended."
Whack!
Well, that was worth it.
On The Airship
"Still kicking, Gaheris." Emily mocks with a pained expression. She can feel Ruby's hand tugging at her tattered cloak. She ignores it as she readies herself for Gaheris.
Gaheris lets out a battle cry before lunging with his extended reach. Emily knocks the blade aside with a well planted block of her blade and jump kicks him in the face again. Gaheris' head snap to the side from the force of the blow, making him disengage from Emily momentarily. Emily takes the chance to thrust her knife into the chink on his abdomen.
"Not this time." A gauntlet smashes against her abdomen, knocking the breath out of her as she lets go of the knife and staggers back.
"I still win." His gravely voice whispers in her ear.
SHUNK!
She feels weightless, before she finds herself sailing through the air. Then pain of unimaginable levels sears her chest. Her breathing feels harder than it should for some reason.
"Emily, no!" Ruby shouts as Emily sails through the air, a large trail of blood following her flight from Gaheris' halberd. Her body smacks against the metal ground, bouncing once before laying still on her back not too far from the red cloaked girl.
Emily's chest heaved heavily as the gray camo she wears turned crimson quickly. There lays a deep gash running across from her left shoulder to her right hip. She tries to get onto her knees, but pauses halfway, coughing heavily. There is the heavy footsteps of the Ex-Imperial Shadows Forgemaster as he walked up to her prone form, kneeling down to her bleeding level. His left hand gripped the broken blade from Mocking Reaper.
His right hand reaches to his helmet, where there is steam hissing from the seal where the material meets the helmet. He removed his helmet, letting them all see his disfigured face, covered in overlapping scars that even Neo cringed as she meets his gold eyes. His lower jaw is replaced with a metal one with tubes sticking here and there. He clips his helmet to his belt.
Those who are watching the event unfold can see Gaheris mouth two words as he raises the broken blade with a coy smirk.
Game over.
High On The Hill
All she needs is to get Leona mad and she would be easy to bring down.
"You…" Leona hissed out, her left claw scoring across the neck guard of Ripple Corruption. Kelly grabs her arm and ducks, skidding on her right knee as she wraps her other arm around her thigh. Moving quick, Kelly drives her head into her side, tugging Leona's legs from under her, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.
"And so I've heard you been with Sera." Kelly adds on as she pins Leona on her back to the muddy ground that has been soiled with blood.
"Yeah, she's pretty cute and good." Leona scored Kelly across the face, though the larger girl did not even flinch from the blow. "I heard she in it with someone, didn't say who thou-."
Except her grip on Leona's left arm grew harder.
"My Sera?" Kelly growled, her right hand clenched harder. She can see Leona visibly gulp.
"That's cute, I always thought you were… " Leona can see the anger on Kelly's face. "Oh. You're serious…"
Keep it cool Kelly. Keep it cool.
Crack!
Kelly is thrown off into the mud from Leona's swipe, cutting her skin on her jaw.
She mentally kicked herself for leaving herself open.
Kelly springs to her feet, hurtling the lion a powerful roundhouse kick to her arm where Kelly almost crushed with a iron grip. She can feel Leona moving slightly from the blow and quickly twisted her body the other way, her foot connecting to her head faster than she can react.
"That's for sleeping with her." Kelly spat, grabbing the arm of her dazed opponent and bringing her over her head and slamming her into the ground. "That's for Beacon and all you have slain."
Leona only roared and lunged at her like a lion, her eyes a dangerous golden glow her claw pinned Ripple Corruption to the ground, digging through the thick metal as her other hand is pressed to Kelly's chest.
She pressed her face close to Kelly and let out a mighty roar.
Boy, does that hurt her ears.
On The Courtyard
Mordred watches as the white Nevermore suddenly stops his fight with the Dragon Grimm alongside Hazurfurn and just pummels to the ground. His body dissolving into ashes before the bird collides with anything.
Mordred sees someone red moving in the corner of his eyes, making him pause momentarily by plunging his hand through a Paladin's chassis, causing the machine to halt midway and slump over on his arm.
"The vault, Mordred, go hither the Vault!" Argus shouts over the crackle of his lightning bolts. "For her incarnation is imminent!"
He looks over to Argus and tilts his head to the right. Argus nods back before stabbing a traitor in the face with his spear. Mordred looks at the battlefield of students and Grimm, warriors and machines. It was a sight for sore eyes a the sights of his battle brothers and sisters slaughtering one another. But he should not let this deter his iron will in combat. He sees ROCK and the students facing off against multiple large machines- and Mel who is now sailing through the air in a ball of fire.
Mordred throws the Paladin off before running towards the school. Something tells him that this would not end lightly for either side.
"May Her spirit bring us victory." Mordred breaks into a sprint, shoving and ramming anything in his way.
High On The Hill
Kelly throws Leona off with a gout of fire at her face. As expected, the cat lands on their feet. Leona wasted no time bounding at her again with her claws. She was glowing gold, her claws and hand enveloped in her own energy that extended the reach of her weapons.
She's never seen it in combat other than her lazy use of it to grab the remote. Bringing her arm up, the claws broke the hull of Ripple Corruption before shredding up to her shoulder as chunks of metal dropped to the ground. A piece of metal shears across her unmasked face before Leona follows through with her other claw, puncturing her thickened breastplate.
Leona appeared behind her, turning around to have a smug grin but instead turned to surprise.
"Well…" Kelly looks at her actual arm. All finely crafted metal with a mint green under glow of the plates. It suffered not a scratch from Leona's weapon. "Cat's outta the bag."
Kelly turned around to face her, smirking. Her jaw was metal too, after being revealed by the metal of her weapon ricocheted off her face. Even her teeth is sharp metal as she gives a smirk.
Leona couldn't from words as Kelly walked close, taking in her fear as the body of the Hydra shimmers begin her like a ghost, gaining a physical form with every step, towering over them three times in the area.
Kelly stops as Leona begins moving again.
"I'll make sure to kill the rest of you too." Leona growls before lunging with a roar.
Foolish.
"I'm not Akaia." The five heads lunged forward, one hatching her arm with its poisonous teeth. The second by her leg as the beast pins her to the ground. "I'm not a leader like I was supposed to be."
The third head hovers over her, watching her every movement. While the rest looks at their summoner.
"Tear her apart." Kelly simply says. She turns her back to the dragon she summoned, a part of mind is theirs and a part is hers to control.
And she chooses to let them control themselves. The heads turn to their awaiting prey, acidic saliva melting the ground under them.
The Hydra's heads overpowered the futile screams. While the Grimms deterred around her area.
She can almost taste the copper in her mouth.
She feels disoriented, sick almost.
But she felt satisfied when Leona's screaming ceased.
Beacon Vault
He opens a black portal in front of him, throwing him from the battlegrounds and into the darker place of the grim vault. He sees a student who he suppose is Juane Arc. Before him stands two pods, his friend Ozpin and-
"Cinder Fall." He growls from his mechanical throat. But further behind her, in one of the pods has a rather large crack in it. And a very familiar arrow protruding from it. Behind the glass sits a very familiar person that is now limp and unresponsive.
"You monster." Mordred growls, raising his warhammer high. He feels rage creeping up his spine, his blue eyes blazing behind the helmet.
He gives a rumbling war cry, charging at the Cinder, Godfeller yelling in his mind, ready to decimate the woman.
"Mordred wait-" Ozpin shouts, before his eyes widened.
Mordred suddenly stops, his legs not responding, or hell, anything below his chest cavity.
Creak!
He feels himself falling, his body twisting before crashing on the ground, Godfeller rolling from his iron grip. The voice of the holy weapon ceases in his mind.
He can't believe it either. He is staring at what is his lower half of his body still planted like a statue on the ground in his charging position, sparks flying from where his is bisected, the metal around it still red and steaming. He can feel his power drain as he turns onto his chest, hand reaching out to his assailant.
How can she, a mere human defeat him like this? How?
He cannot be disgraced like this.
"G-Gra-k E-Ekk-ar… " Mordred attempts to talk before his helmet's vision fades, five words flashes on the blackness.
Danger. Commence Stasis. Shutting Down…
His whole body locks up, hand still reaching towards Cinder in his futile crawling form, the rest of his body locked in the same position before he was cut from the chest down. Godfeller not far from his left hand.
"Cinder," Gaheris' static voice broke through the silence of the room through a scroll. "We have broken through the Imperial Shadows, CDTK, HLTP and EBNY are incapacitated."
Silence broke through momentarily before his voice comes on again.
"Oh, and Emily Trent is dead by my hands on this fine night."
Somewhere...
A eerie howl sweeps through Vale like banshees out for souls. A heavy mist covered the city as the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed the now silent streets and fighting paused.
The Grimm halted in confusion, the androids begin malfunctioning, turning here and there before shutting down into a heap on the ground.
A woman in a black cloak is seen on the top of the CCT through the mist, slender hand raised. She has seen her son's defeat through the hands of that woman in the Vault. She is the most displeased about it, her powers called forth the unresting spirits of her revered legion.
The mist falls inches from the ground, revealing hundreds of ghastly figures everywhere. Thier ethereal bodies had gray flames lapping between their joints and eyes and their helmet's mouths. Ghosts rise from the dead Imperial Shadows on the ground, their aura full of seething hate and rage. The androids begin shooting at them, only for the bullets to pass through them harmlessly as they advance towards the dwindling forces on Beacon grounds.
She lowers her hand.
A unified shriek of death echoes through the razed city as the ghosts descended onto the living with weapons that would put fear into every corner of the world.
Like the spirits of the damned.
"Let me be your salvation tonight." She whispered through the lips of the ghostly warriors before melting into the shadows without a trace she was actually there.
There is two chapters left before I mark it as the end after following Volume 3.
I would do a filler volume before jumping onto Volume 4 with RT!