So I feel bad for leaving you guys with such a short chapter after a month of nothing, I want to blame it on my brain being fired but it was most likely from lack of motivation. Now because I want to give you guys a good chapter that breaks 1000 words, I thought we would do something that has not been done in a while...Lets see how Roman and that gang are doing.
Also, slight Violence warning, some death and blood, but not super detailed.
1 hour before the video feed reached Beacon...
Roman leaned back against the wall, his breathing was ragged from all the running and fighting. He slid down the wall and groaned, taking check of everything. He was alive, so that was a start. His white coat was burned and blood stained, no way a dry cleaner could fix that. His hat was gone, his hair a mess from sweat and grime. His cane was still intact, the bottom portion bloodied from when he clubbed one of those black clad Faunas to death with it.
"Could be worse..." Roman huffed, blowing strands of hair from his face. "I could be missing my pants...then we would be having issues."
He picked up his head just as two members of the White Fang ran up to him, it seems like some did want to stay back and fight, then again, most of them were just doing it to defend the non-combatant ones. Roman looked the two over...they could not be over 18 and were shaking in their boots.
"Don't even bother...get to the Bullheads." Roman huffed, standing back up and waving his hands.
"But Sir..." One of them started, even his damn voice was shaking.
"Did I stutter? Shooo you mangy mongrels!" He order, watching the two scamper off at the idea they could leave. "Nice kids.." Roman added before pulling off his coat, leaving him in the suspenders and dress shirt underneath. He picked up his cane again, grasping it near the hooked end, and began to make his way down the nearest hall, it was time to show some kindness to the White Fang by holding the retreat.
The Master Thief made good time, his long strides taking him down hallways towards small pockets of fighting, and while Roman preferred not to be on the front lines, he was not a stranger to combat. Rounding a corner he was faced with two of those black clad Faunas, both wielding simple machetes, seems the two had already bloodied their blades.
The two saw him and smirked, clearly they wanted him dead, then again..plenty of people did.
"For the Crimson Beast!" The two cried out as they charged him.
Roman frowned...was that what these guys were calling themselves now? He ducked under one of the heavy blades, flipping his cane around to hook it on the attacker. With a swing, he brought the attacked forward and used him as he shield, letting the other blade user cut into his buddy...no one said Roman was a fair fighter. While the living of the two looked wide eyed at what he had done, he was oblivious to the fact Roman was picking up the other machete and brought it down with a cleaving arc, ending the second ones life. With a huff he gathered his cane and carried on, trying to ignore the blood splattered on his clothing.
Once again, Roman was in the same state as he was before, but this time he was not against the wall by this own means. It seems some of the Crimson Beast members had a sadistic side, as two of them had just taken the time to beat him silly with their rifles. Even in these trying times..Roman's personality did not change.
"Eh, Jealous of my looks so you had to bloody them up huh?" Roman spat out a bit of bloop, his lip was busted, his nose broken, and his face bruised. He looked up at the two Faunas with a glint of trickery in his eyes "So what are you going to do now? Shoot me?" He glanced to the side and a wide grin came to his face "Let..me just have a smoke first..." He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, and leaned forward just a bit as he pulled his legs closer to him.
The Faunas did not stand a snowballs chance in hell as a gout of flame burst down the hall, incinerating the two, and successfully lighting Roman's cigar.
At the end of the hall was a fuming Cinder, he hands holding smoldering flames. It was clear she was not at all happy with how this was all going down...after all there was only ash left of those two. Roman took a drag from his cigar before standing up, at least they only went for the ribs and face, his legs were still fine. He got up and smiled as he listened to the clack of those heels come closer.
"Welcome home Honey" Roman smirked, only to spit out another glob of blood "Are the Children still playing?" He grunted as the smaller woman elbowed him hard in the ribs to he would get low enough for her to support him, sure he could stand..but walking was another story.
"If you are talking about Mercury and Emerald..they are on the ship...and we are going there too, we have lost the base" Cinder grumbled, but Roman did not know if it was over the lose of life or if this meant their mission just crashed and burned.
"Are we heading to the Safe house then?" Roman asked, limping along as Cinder helped him.
"Yeah..then to Beacon...Ozpin will help us out no doubt...plus He is the one to talk about this new group with...though I think he will already know."
"Is he all seeing?" Roman joked, trying to keep his nose from bleeding now, though his white shirt was a lost cause now.
"No, there was a Vale military party on the ridge...they were watching." She huffed, her heels slowly clacking with each step.
"I see, seems like they had the smart idea of staying out of all this mess..." He smirked, spitting out the cigar as they were getting closer to the Air Dock, only for the doors behind them to burst open with a small squad of the Crimson Beast members.
"Seriously...Who did we piss off this much with our Robin Hood scheme?" Roman groaned loudly, leave it to him to act this way in the face of death.
"I can't fight holding you" Cinder deadpanned, seems the two of them were, in less of a better word, Royally Fucked.
...That was till the doors in front of them burst open with a powerful kick from a thick, muscular kick.
"Now who here needs their arses handed to them?!" A thick Scottish accent filled the voice like air in a bagpipe. Before them stood a man that was around 7 feet tall, built like a tree, hair and beard the color of the setting sun, a pair of goat horns sprouting from his head, and was dressed in the standard White Fang uniform...except for the kilt he wore instead of pants. The man was also hefting around some brutal hardware. It seems he had a LMG strapped to his back, along with a Claymore. Bandoleers of bullets were wrapped around his thick torso and grenades were attacked to every open space on his belt. What really was an eye opened was the HUGE Mini gun he was swinging up to fire, its large barrels could only fire one thing...self propelled grenades.
"Lad! Lass! Hit the deck!" The large man shouted, almost in glee as the gun began to rotate, causing Cinder to push Roman to the floor as the first rounds began to fly down the hall with explosive effect.
"Going a little over board there Seumas!" Roman called out, covering his head as he thought that would ever protect him from the explosive ammunition.
"All the Time Laddie! Now if only we had some pipes playing!" He laughed, the weapon thundering in front of him.
"Is it an issue that he is a living form of every stereotype of his homeland?" Roman qestioned, only to be pushed forward by Cinder.
"Just shut up and crawl, we need to get out of here and no one is getting past that!" She hissed as he pointed at the spinning barrels on the grenade launching mini gun held by the cackling goat man.
"Point taken, we can talk about that later...WAH!" Roman cried out as he was lifted up.
"AHHH!" Cinder soon joined him as Seumas had throw his empty weapon down range and had hefted the two up into his burly arms.
"Welcome to the Seumas Express!" He yelled, turning and running straight through the doors towards the Air Dock. "If you are not comfortable in your seats Lad and Lass, the to bloody bad they had bullets!" He shouted, laughing and clearly enjoying himself as he ran, Cinder and Roman clinging to the over zealous Scotsman as they charged into the Air Dock to see Adam, Neo, Mercury, and Emerald waiting for them. The three jumped in, the second Seumas's feet hit the floor of the Bullhead they were off.
Once in the air, everyone got some time to relax, dress wounds, and discuss what happened.
"Cinder, how did you guys make it out alive?" Emerald was amazed that the pyromancer was there, let alone not even hurt.
"Well..." Her eyes moved over to the Scotsman who had pulled open the side door, was leaning out with LMG in hand, unloading the weapon at the base under them, shouting ever profanity in the book at the Crimson Beast members that swarmed the base.
Emerald blinked "So that is where he went...I wondered why he left."
Cinder just let out a sigh and turned to the pilot, letting her eyes wander over everyone. Adam and Mercury, normally the sarcasm and moodiness of the group respectively, were raiding the first aid and emergency rations for items they could use. Neo and Emerald were helping Roman with his injuries, more or less it was Neo dabbing his bloodied face with a rag while Emerald laughed. The only reason they were safe was they had activated aura.
She let out a sigh and turned to the pilot "Take us to the location I give you...then take us to Beacon, once there you need to disappear." She patted the man on the shoulder, gave him a piece of paper with the safe houses location before joining what was left of the White Fang...it seems even a even worse animal had been awoken.
Just going to say this now...I love how Seumas came to be! I wanted an OC in the White Fang side, so I sorta came up with a character based from on in my childhood, the Scotsman from Samurai Jack. But anyways...this was the death of the White Fang, but now a new group, the Crimson Beast, looms on the horizon...what do they want, and why would they slaughter their own kind? We will have to wait and see :3 Till then, Arrix out!