I AM NOT PREPARED FOR THE FINAL AND THIS IS JUST FOR THE LAUGHS

Let's just say ROCK is still here and they play a role in the story as well.

Somewhere in Beacon

"Unhand me you foul wretched being of the apocalypse!" Cyres shouts before casting a pillar of ice around her to throw the Grimm that has tried to drag her into the sea of black. She turns her back to Mel who launches a few of them over the edge with a kick of fire. Mel's personal retuine is scattered through the city and school and Hazurfurn is busy chasing the dragon Grimm.

"It's been like how many years since we've seen a crowd like this?" Mel shouts to her friend, her gauntlets blazing like a hot forge- when it collided with a pack of Beowolves, it dissolved into ashes before the metal even contacted.

"I'm not even going to comment on that." Cyres rolled under a Goliath's foot before jumping to it's face, Icentooth elongating four times it size.

She swings with all her might, the ice blade slicing the Grimm in half without a blink before freezing it into a solid block of ice and then shattering into pieces once Cyres landed on the ground again.

'"Is that Blake and Yang?" Mel's voice makes her look up to see a metal finger pointing to two retreating figures. She can't make out much except one hand bright yellow hair.

"Yep, I'm sure that's her." Cyres stands and Icentooth returns to it's original length. Her eyes focus on one of Yang's bleeding arm before the two vanish from sight.

"I think she's missing an arm though." Cyres comments, spinning around to stab a Griffon in the throat behind Mel.

"I guess you can say she got unarmed in the fight?" Mel grins at her childishly.

"Mel," Cyres sighs heavily. "Let's not go there."

The two go back to back again when the growling reaches their ears. They find themselves surrounded by a horde of Grimm's of all kinds. Cyres summons her ice shield as Mel ignites her gauntlets once more. THey looked hungrily at the two Huntresses as they circled around them.

"Too much work to tally the kills we made on this fine night." Cyres lowered her weapons as Mel give a loud yawn. The foolish horde lay dead at their feet, whilst they did not endure much injuries beside trivial scratches on their skin and armor.

"Well, I'm not the one to retallyate?" Mel grinned in her face, smiling from ear to ear, her jovial ruby eyes held a sparkle of mischief. She makes finger pistols at Cyres, who justs keep a poker face.

Cyres' eye twitched. She is not amused at all.

Out of all the times, she choses to make a pun. Here, on this moment where they are either going to die falling into the rocks below or make it out alive.

Spikes of ice sprouted within a twelve foot radius around them when her eyes begins glowing a bright icy blue.

"Uhh, gotta go?" Mel looked around before dashing off, using her fire to propel her faster. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

"Mel, I swear to Oum that he have mercy on you!" Cyres' booming semblance of ice echoed as Mel ran faster than she ever did. She can feel the icy chill overpowering her sweltering heat as she passes by Argus.

Because the Ice Queen is just a hair widths away from grabbing her by her coattail.

"I'M SORRY!" Mel cried out as they rounded a corner into a large mass of Grimm.

Needless to say, it involved everything simultaneously turning into ashes and then ice sculptures of the Grimms last second of life before being charred and frozen in their death posture before they can dissolve on the ground.

Lost in the City

Systems Recovering…

Akaia's vision blinks online once again. Her head hurted like a bitch, and she felt like she has been thrown through the grinder thrice before being spat out.

Akaia shakes off her remaining upper body armor. It was too damaged to function anyways, the thick metal was shredded to the point it became too hazardous to use even for a mechanical body like hers. Her dark gray skin-like fabric is what separated her internal metal muscle and machinery to the world. Even though she is like Mordred, Akaia is a bit more new in terms of her construction being a prototype hence why her body leans towards the male gender. Metal plates adorned her chest and shoulders and parts of her arm, shifting as she takes in unneeded breaths of foul air.

For modesty's sake, she would keep on her lower body armor- partially because it's the least damaged.

She finally take a good look of the mound of bodies she stands on. Piles of undissolved Grimms mingled with humans and the White Fang, it did not look pleasant. If she had a stomach, she would've regulated what she would've eaten for dinner.

She lost communication with everyone else and she has a slight feeling she's deeper in the city.

She can hear shouting from down the street.

"What a fine night to be lost." Akaia mutters, grabbing one of her fallen brethrens drum magazine bolter. She quickly checked the ammunition before reaching to grab a new clip and hastily hand load the remaining before standing.

Leviathan and Behemoth hums within their housing on her arm as she begins running down the broken street, her finger on the trigger.

"Akaia!" A voice calls her from behind. Akaia pauses and turns around to see Qrow behind catching up to her. "What happened to the defensive line?"

"Long story, we got our asses handed to us and we're cut down to half of our combined forces from what I can track." Akaia raises the gun up to her face and pulls the trigger, blowing the head from a Griffon that is all the way across the square, too far for it to notice them. "Where's Ironwood?"

"He's going after his ship to get his robots back-"

The ship!

Akaia turns to face the burning wreckage what seems like a few blocks to her left, fragments of the ship is everywhere, billowing smoke into the night. She has an idea- a stupid one so to speak.

"Perfect, go meet with my brother to evacuate the citizen!" Akaia cut him off before bounding away at high speeds towards the smoking wreckage in the distance leaving a confused Qrow in the middle of the street.

Beacon / Vale Border

Rio removes Vanquisher from the corpse of a Griffon, effortlessly decapitating a Beowulf behind him without much thought. He and his small command squad has slain plenty during the young hours of the night, and they have no intention of stopping anytime soon until the city is cleansed and the threat is purged. With is flag flying high behind him, he is standing in front of the citizens as they run towards the Thunderhawks to send the people to safety outside the city where it is safer and guarded by their war machines of unrestrained power.

"How do you think Hazurfurn is faring ?" He hears one of his men say as they watch the ice wyvern battle the Grimm for air dominance. The two titans flies around one another, Hazurfurn spewing create swaths of ice towards the dragon, who lunges with it's massive jaws.

It seems like they have the upper hand- until Mel and Cyres streaked by causing everything that is black and white to become statues.

"Mel, I will kill you!" Cyres shouts as she skates across the blazing ground- the fire being quelled instantly and replaced with ice instead.

"I'm SORRY!" Mel shouts back as they round around the corner again- making the unknown area explode in billowing snow.

Rio looks at his men before shrugging.

"I guess our work got cut out for us." He coughs before turning to the city again. "Stay here and guard the area, I'll go into the city to do reconnaissance."

A skull probe hovers next to him before vanishing with his shadow.

Hahahaha, I am so not prepared.

Welp, lets turn to heartbreak!