Chapter 22: Bottling Our Luck
I bite my lip as I continue my rotation on the ground. "How the hell do we keep finding ourselves in these kinds of situations?" Sweat trickles down my face from the constant exertion, and the sun bearing down on us doesn't help at all. Licking my lips, I flip backwards, planting my feet on landing so that I can slash diagonally at the Ursa in front of me. Breathing gets harder and harder the longer that I move, and I'm sure that a few of my ribs are broken from having to take down that Deathstalker earlier. Pain wracks my body as a distinct force presses into my back. I can feel the blood start to well up from the claw marks. The blow knocks me off balance, forcing me to my knees.
A grunt from behind me tells me that Qrow has my back. "We're just that lucky I guess." From his slight wheezing, I can only imagine that he's almost as bad as I am.
I stand up cautiously, making sure not to flex my back too much. The claws went straight through the little bit of armor that I wear, and the flesh is shredded. I can feel it with every movement. "Oh, to bottle this luck for war, huh?" I grimace and hiss in pain as I'm forced to step forward quickly to deliver a killing blow to one of the Beowolves in my sight.
He sighed out a guttural sound of pain, and I can hear him crash to the ground. His obviously sarcastic answer is covered by a cry of rage and heavy footfall. The distraction is enough to make me bring my guard down almost completely. I barely manage to lift my blade as five Grimm charge me at once. A wave of pain and black dots are the last things that I see before a veritable void of dark swirls blocks everything, including all of my senses.
Dizziness engulfs me as I feel movement around me. It's like I'm moving, but I'm not at the same time. Is someone carrying me? After about four times of trying to lift my eyelids, I accomplish the inevitable cracking of them, resulting in me being blinded by the light around me. I can feel the headache start now, causing even more pain to course through my system. A groan of pain makes whoever is toting me stop.
What happened? Flashbacks assault me, filling in the gaps in my memory. "Oh." I can feel the shuffling halt, and I'm dropped to the ground. It's not overly rough, but it still hurt like hell when I hit. "Fuck." I groan as I feel my wounds touch the dust and dirt.
"So, you're awake." A deep, gravelly voice makes my eyes flutter open. I sigh as I see about a dozen or so Faunus standing around me.
"No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away, the talking?" I can't help it. Sometimes the sarcasm just needs to escape.
"Oi, shut it. We saved your life, Human. You can be a bit more courteous." I smirk at the anger that the man is putting off, and it's really just a funny expression tinged with reddening cheeks.
"Aw, don't you just look so adorable when you get mad, ugly." I laugh at the dry humor spewing from my mouth. What the hell is it about near death experiences that just make me so irritable. Oh, wait, maybe it's the near death part of the equation.
He pulls back his arm, and I'm pretty sure that he wants to deck me in the face, but someone reaches out at an unimaginable speed and halts his actions. "After we just spent valuable resources to save her life, you dare to try to threaten it again?" This voice confuses me. Why would they save me? Wait. He only mentioned me. Where is my team?
My eyes go wide at this question. "Where's my brother and Tai, and where is Summer?"
The man steps out of the shadows slowly, almost deliberately in slow motion. Another Faunus, a cat faunus this time. Where the hell am I? "They're in the room next to this one. You were the most injured, so you have to get the most immediate attention. Though, really, medical attention hasn't been given yet. It seems that you are healing rather quickly on your own."
I nod my head, groaning at the movement, but I can tell that it isn't as much pain as it was a few minutes ago. "What did you give me?"
The man rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I haven't given you anything. I t seems that your soul just wants its host to be healed. I guess you may have a destiny to fulfil, or maybe your descendants do, and you must be alive to bear those descendants."
I scoff at his implications. "Right, cause it can't just be that my Aura reserves have kicked in, can it?"
He gives an amused chuckle. "I was trying the philosophical approach. I'm sorry that that wasn't exactly to your liking. Realism doesn't suit me as it seems to suit you."
Oh, great. He's a fucking philosopher. What else could go wrong? "Right, right. Realism. So, can I go now? I'm pretty sure I can walk out of here now." I try to sit up only to be halted by a hand going up in front of my face. I would be insulted if his face didn't have such a serious etching to it. I suppose I could stay to listen, if nothing else. Then, I'm getting my team out of here and leaving this place for good, wherever here is.
He hums in thought as he waves his hand around the room. One by one, the men and women file out of the doorway, leaving me in the clutches of this veritable stranger. "There are things I wish to discuss with you and your team. I am the current leader of the White Fang, and I would like your assistance in diverting a revolution."
A/N: I think I've been reading way too many Kim Possible fanfics for this to be where the story is heading. But I like the idea. There's a lot that can happen that isn't just normal life things, and I like that. I was running out of ideas anyway. The only thing is is that I'll have to write more combat scenes, and you've seen how those turn out... Dang. Oh well. Anyways, thanks for holding in there. I'm going to try to keep my creativeness flowing for a bit and get out as much as I can, unless my brain shuts down. I'm really hoping that it doesn't.
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