Weiss had come to learn over the years that her father could never keep on time. She'd been waiting in the library for hours. She was tired, and could really do for some sleep. But they needed to talk. This couldn't wait till morning. So in the meantime, in a certain combat training room…
Focus. Focus Weiss! Five targets. Three on your level, two higher up in a crow's nest. All but one of the targets is in front of you.
Head up. Shoulders back. Right foot, slightly, forward. Slow your breathing. Wait for the opportunity to strike, and…
Myrtenaster clicked and loaded red Dust into its chamber. Weiss pulled her blade up into position, feeling heat radiating from the blade. She readied to charge.
Machine gun fire filled the air around Weiss. The sparing bots(retired prototypes of the AK-130) are expert marksmen in their own right, so it was only by luck Weiss reacted fast enough. She quickly abandoned her dashing stance, back flipped up into the air, and landing upside down on a summoned glyph facing towards her one rear target. Weiss launched to her enemy. With the high speeds and the heat of her blade, she sliced through the highly dense sparing bot like tissue paper.
Weiss's wedge boots screeched as she started coming to a stop on the ground. She quickly used the momentum to turn in an arch forward again. She aimed Myrtenaster up into the crow's nest, and fired. Heat exploded through the blade, and a comet of fire rocketed out of the point. It soared to the nest at blinding speed. Frankly it was amazing even one of the androids was able to jump out in time, meanwhile the other one was nothing more than ashes in the now roaring fire.
Now coming to a complete stop, Weiss lowered her weapon and now stared down her last opponents. The three initial ground bots almost seemed shell shocked. While the surviving sniper was limping over to some nearby cover.
This was too easy to Weiss. Granted she didn't see that first attack coming, but it was nothing more than a delay. Weiss had already thought every move a dozen times over. She had about seven different alternate tactics for unexpected reactions. She had already identified every blind spot in the enemy formation before this fight even started.
Weiss could feel a small involuntary frown forming on her face. "I've spent way too much time practicing for my concert, and now look at me. Sloppy."
She focused back into the battle. She locked eyes with the closest bot, pretending it to be a high ranking commander.
Well, at least now I have time to get back into things.
"I shall give you one chance sir. Lay down your weapons and I will see to it your wounded are cared for. There is no need for any more blood to be spilled this night!"
As expected, the bots didn't lower their weapons. In fact the three bladed and shielded bots started forming a battle formation. Weiss always used battle training as an excuse to train on her diplomatic skills. The training robots never listened, but ah well. Practice was practice.
"So be it. I thought we could end this without more bloodshed." Weiss readied her weapon again. This would be over in less than fifteen seconds.
Weiss dashed forward. But as she propelled forward, everything suddenly took on a shimmery texture. The walls started to fade. A low whistle danced through air.
Weiss stopped dead in her tracks. She began to shake uncontrollably. She barely heard the clanging of her weapon hitting the floor over the whistling. There was a scream that echoed from all directions; hers no doubt.
Weiss! This is not real! Think about something. Think about something real Weiss! Think back, think of father! Think of something real!
The whistling stopped. The slow sound of snow being crunched, and the clank of armor now echoed.
No. Please God no! Daddy help! Please help me! Don't let him find me!
Complete silence. And just as Weiss thought this was a quick scare flash, that dreaded voice boomed.
"Run away, you poor child."
WWWWWWWW
For being in Vale to hide, I sure am risking myself a lot.
Hours after Pippi had left her alone, Blake had begun to wander aimlessly. She couldn't sleep. Since she'd been in Vale, she just couldn't shake this itching feeling of being unsafe. Perhaps she was just being paranoid, or it could be the fact she's a fugitive. Or it could even be the fact she's now about to completely expose herself for the second time tonight.
Blake was atop a nearby roof when she spotted them. Five tall and well dressed men following a little girl. Blake figured the girl knew she was being followed, and that's why she was heading for the wall. To get help from some knights.
Unfortunately those men were closing in. Most were armed with guns, and something about that black and red combination of clothes screamed unfriendly. These men were going to hurt her, no questions asked.
Part of Blake, probably that selfish White Fang side, said to hell with that kid. By the smell, she was just some human. Being chased by human thugs. Probably over some petty little human matter.
The real Blake however, knew that it didn't matter if she's human or not. Little red needed help.
So here's the plan, Blake would wait until both the girl and those goons were underneath her, then she'd pounce. Everything so far was going fine, the girl and goons kept moving. Just a little closer. Almost there…
Then the girl stopped. Blake's hope sank as the goons closed in, guns now being drawn. Blake had to move now. Maybe if she moved fast the little girl wouldn't be in the line of fire.
She moved into position above them. She readied herself. It seems somehow this girl was distracting these morons by talking to them. Perfect. Now Blake had her shot. Ready, set-
More goons rushed out. Some from an alley across the street, some from an alley up ahead. They came in mass. Blake and this girl would be surrounded by at least thirty to fifty bad guys.
Oh crap-baskets. I'm good, but I'm not this good! I really needed that surprise attack. Oh man, Adam, I could really use your help. I've never been this good at fighting. I, I-
Blake took a deep breath.
Okay, calm down. I just need to start picking them off. I just need to-
The sound of many guns being armed brought Blake back from her thoughts. Whatever this girl had done, she needed help now. Now, or never.
"Oh damn it all to hell." Blake drew both the blade and sheath of Gambol Shroud. She charged off the roof, leaping at the nearest bunch of bad guys.
"BANZAIIII!"
WWWWWWWW
Ruby had been walking for quite some time now. She didn't know what time it was and she really didn't care. She just needed to think. Things have been crazy lately. Trying to get into a school, trying to help her sister, and now this stupid Grimm conspiracy she's now gotten stuck in her head. It can't be possible. It just can't. The Grimm are monsters. They can't be that smart, or have the numbers.
So when you need to clear your head, take a walk. Vale is a lovely city to explore. The culture is fascinating. The people are diverse. And the city itself was a sight to behold.
Heck, it's probably the most important of the kingdoms considering Vale just unearthed the biggest Dust mine on recent record. Soon Vale will become the lead producer of energy, and will probably be able to reclaim the title of lead weapons producer from Mistral.
"Guess now it's a question of what to do with that power." Ruby thought out loud. "I mean anything's possible. Cancer is taking the king, so who knows what the princess has planned."
Ruby continued on her trek. She planned to head up the wall and gaze over the land for awhile. She preferred the wall by Forever Fall, but the rolling hills on the other side of Vale are a sight too.
Though before she got there, she should probably deal with her admirers.
Ruby stopped just in front of a theater. She turned on her heels and faced the five wolves tailing her. Most were armed with pistols with one or two having crimson colored blades.
"What'chya want from me?" Ruby questioned her followers.
This made them stumble some. Clearly they thought they'd been following Ruby without notice. After they recovered, the lead honcho stepped forward.
"Your coming with us little miss"
Ruby raised a brow and tilted her head. "Why should I?"
"Because we said so! Roman said to get you, so we came to get you Missy!"
"Who's Roman?"
"Quit wasting time you little red brat! You're coming with us, now!"
Ruby could hear movement all around her. There were a lot more following her then she thought. Maybe they weren't that bad at following, considering these numbers.
She reached for Crescent Rose. Though stopped because she remembered she didn't bring much ammo. And by 'much', she only brought one clip. One clip of average, high caliber rounds.
In short, Ruby was in trouble.
Now, Ruby was a skilled fighter. But she had never truly fought with other people. She's fought monsters like it was going out of style, but she'd never had a reason to fight a person. Let alone at least what, maybe fifty guys? Guess there's a first time for everything.
All she needed was a strategy. A more defensive maneuver would do. She could do that fine without much ammo. She just needed to stay safe, and keep distant. She could try fighting these guys unarmed, and only pull out Crescent Rose if she had to.
Or...I could always try out...
Yes. That could work if she needed to. But it won't come to that if Ruby sticks to her plan. She just needed to not run into the mass like a crazy women screaming-
"BANZAIIIIII!"
Ruby jumped as she watched as all her original assailants went down in a heap. This sudden stranger lashing out at them.
She gave a sigh, and then started to laugh hysterically. "Oh what am I thinking? That's boring. I'm with her. Banzai!" Ruby charged into the incoming mob.