Professor Ann Greene, Beacon's head of security and professor of stealth. There are many things that could be said about her as a huntress. For one, she doesn't have a preferred weapon; not in the same way as other huntsmen and huntresses, at least. She had a combat shovel as her usual weapon, bladed edges for cutting, flat end for blunt and the utility that comes with a shovel. The thing that makes it unique is that it doesn't have a name. It is simply known as Greene's shovel.

She had other weapons as well. Knives, daggers, bows and arrows, there is no limit to the different tools at her disposal. It is the belief of the professor, all these weapons are tools; they are meant to be used and discarded depending on the situation. Long swords? Worthless against flying Nevermore. Guns? Running out of ammunition will severely impact their performance. Transformable weapons? Jamming during the transformation which is especially problematic in prolonged combat.

It has its weaknesses; Greene will admit that. A jack-of-all-trades but a master of none as they say. She counters that by insisting that it is better than a master of one. After all, each weapon and fighting style has their strengths and weaknesses. By taking the useful elements of the various designs and approaches, one could have a rounded skillset that could survive many encounters. Huntsmen and huntresses would have experienced being disadvantaged at some point, they would be severely impaired due to how they normally do things. Besides, just because one isn't a master of any of these crafts doesn't mean they aren't good at it.

This has been especially useful in both stealth and security. Greene had different colored cloaks and disguises which aid in her stealth. Granted, she struggles a bit when hiding her presence in the open; it is difficult to hide one's presence as a huntress among civilians. They always have an air around them that alerts nearby civilians. They were meant to stand out for a reason. Other huntsmen and huntresses were also difficult, they were trained to be alert and detect things that felt off to them. It speaks highly that she is able to proceed undetected.

For security, it is the inverse. One needs to take into account the many ways in which security could be breeched. For Ann Greene, it is answered in the form of how she herself would infiltrate Beacon. With security of the Vytal Festival being handed to General Ironwood, that gave Greene more time and more freedom to operate. For once, Ozpin opted to have the general's methods for security which can be rather harsh at times but it allows her to move without getting too much attention; the people's attention was on the general and his machines.

If only my semblance lets me hide my presence among civilians, she thought. Despite her disguise, people could tell that she was a huntress and had some goal or destination. Even her holding her scroll out didn't help. To be fair, it is rather suspicious for one to be supposedly glued to their scroll while also having the presence of mind to notice traffic, stop signs and crowds of people without issue.

Strolling all around Vale, Greene felt her own heart beat faster at the sight of the newspaper articles being sold on the streets. People, especially children, have begun to disappear. It could not have been a coincidence for the first missing individual to be conveniently lined up to the time after Mr. Winchester had run away from Beacon Academy.

Might be too late on that front, headmaster. Her next goal was clear: she must find a body of water. If what the headmaster said was true, then she must make sure that there haven't been any sudden aquatic dips recently. The beaches would prove too much time as there are way too many people, not to mention the closest one is rather far; there was no way that Mr. Winchester would be there in time. Public pools are far too small to be of any significance. That left the waters found near Beacon. Greene was rushing back to Beacon while also informing the headmaster about it.

The fact that Beacon was mobilizing when she arrived speaks of it. The school was being evacuated and Atlas airships have begun to increase in number as she arrived. The alarm was raised with blaring fury that no one complained and acted as their training dictated.

Must find the headmaster, thought Greene. Everyone else was running away while she, with her acrobatics, repeatedly leapt from platform to platform as she made her way towards the headmaster's office. The elevator that lead to it was already descending as indicated by the light. Greene had to catch her breath when she got there. It was a long path that she had to take and she was certain that she may have stepped on a few heads. She offered an apology whether it really was the case or not.

"Where is he?" Ozpin immediately demanded when the elevator's doors opened. "How long has he have been there?"

"I cannot confirm if R'lyeh has been found," she replied. There were within earshot of other students and teachers. They could not just throw Mr. Winchester's name like that. "I can only deduce where it would most likely appear."

In one vain attempt at humor, the headmaster replied, "then it is a good thing Beacon's insurance is up to date."

"Are you certain about this, headmaster?" she had known the headmaster for long enough to know that he usually plays in the background. The chess master moving the individual pieces rather than take the fight himself.

"I am a man of many mistakes, professor Greene," he replied. Ozpin has said that many times before already. This time however, there is a certain fire that burned in the old man's eyes. "I have been given a chance to correct them. Divine duty or not, I will see to this one personally."

Professor Ann Greene suspected that she will need a lot more tools in what is to come.

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It hadn't taken long for Jaune to even try to adjust to being back in Beacon before the alarms started to blare out. He had only just met up with team RWBY who, while disappointed that they weren't able to go through with their missions, have been mostly happy with seeing him again. It had also been a surprise for him to realize that Russel's team—because Cardin was missing—actually had his father as their professional huntsman guide. That familiar blade now hung on his father's hips as they were all rushing out of Beacon; their reunion had been cut off before it began.

The alarm wasn't the usual kind but it was the one that signaled some kind of attack. Huntsmen and huntresses all armed and alert for whatever it was that was coming for them. As they made it out into the open and around the fountain at the front of Beacon, Jaune drew Saint War Order and was surprised to see the gem on the hilt to be glowing violently.

It had never glowed with this much fury before. He could only describe it as furious as the brightness of that gemstone screamed without a voice. The beams of light that came from it was blinding that he had to cover it so as to not impair his fellows' eyesight. Then again, with what Weiss had told them, he finally found the reason behind the sword's existence.

The Mad Saber, he thought. The previous owner of Saint War Order was none other than the Mad Saber. How had the headmaster came across this weapon? Was whatever this R'lyeh thing the reason that he had gone mad? What about that Queen? What was her role in this? Jaune had so many questions in his mind with none of the answers. It doesn't guarantee that it is the reason that this blade's hilt was glowing but it is an answer that made the most sense since there was no other alternative that he could consider at the moment.

Overhead, Atlas ships are flying towards the other end of Beacon where the body of water was. From what little he could gather, that Grimm was amphibious. There wasn't much to go with but considering how the soldiers and Beacon's professors are acting, it is probably that at least.

In the distance, shadowy shapes that could only be Grimm were approaching near. They were falling like rain as the outermost ships of Atlas' fleet have begun firing at them. They kept approaching despite the rapid decrease in their number. Some ships are even firing downwards and Jaune only knew why from hearing the shouts of those huntsmen and huntresses that were closer and could see from where they were positioned: Grimm were throwing themselves off the cliffs in the hopes of diving into the waters below. Their numbers were starting to get massive.

"What is going on?" asked a student. From appearance, it was hard to tell who that student was since they were not wearing their school's uniform. They weren't from Beacon, at least from his batch.

Then, everyone had gotten their answers. The skies above blackened as all other avian creatures other than the Grimm were flying away. The ground beneath them shook as everyone there braced themselves for whatever it was that was coming. Everyone was on the ground for stability with others holding onto street posts and the like. After that, things had gone silent and a sense of confusion of anxiety washed over everyone present.

Saint War Order's glow had gone stable. It still shone brightly but it had stopped fluctuating like before. Jaune's grip tightened and he put down the visor of his helmet. Something was coming and it was for that reason that his weapon had begun to act.

The ground shook once again but only for a moment. It was lighter than before, like it was the result of a large thing taking its first step. Large chunks of earth could be heard splashing the waters in the distance as whatever creature gripped onto the side of the cliff as it had begun its ascension onto the surface.

A second shake, much harder than the one before. It had come closer. Each stride that it had taken thus far must have abnormally large. Atlas airships have frozen in place with some, for some reason or another, had begun to crash into other airships. Those fell in a burst of flame and smoke as those whose pilots managed to get their sense back retreated and broke formation.

Third. This time, those who were closer to the cliffs had gotten a view of what this creature was like. By that primitive instinct that is inherent in all living things, they ran with some pushing those around them aside. When they got close enough that Jaune got a good look, he could see that they were to a point of delirium, that moment when their own mental states had been affected. It was as though they were inflicted by some terror. Considering that huntsmen and huntresses were meant to fight back the Grimm, creatures drawn to negativity, their own negativity would draw more of them in.

The fourth and final shake occurred. Jaune could see that a large claw gripping the side of Beacon's cliff, peeking from the side of Beacon Academy. More of Atlas ships either fled or crashed with some landing on the ground. If it wasn't for the few who could still retain their sense, many more would have perished now that the ships came down.

As the claw pulled the creature upwards, Jaune could see the massive girth of its arms. Moist and slimy from the waters, its black skin shone beneath the once sunny skies. Black swallowed the blue curtains that hung above all the things that reside this side of Remnant. Large, bulbous shapes marked where the cephalopod-like head's eyes would be. When those had opened, it looked down on them all in marked malevolence, one that Jaune felt similar enough to the Grimm. But there was that uncanny feeling that something about this one was different from the typical Grimm. There a foreign element to it that Jaune could not pinpoint.

A bellowing hum came forth from the beast's mouth, trilling the tentacles that formed around where its mouth would be. It generated such powerful winds that those who stood still had to brace themselves or else be blown away. For Jaune, he had to impale the sword on the ground; the gemstone on the hilt facing the Grimm. It proved to be a mistake for he could that the beast eyes the hilt, eyed him.

Like a mace, the monster raised its arm and swung down at the blonde knight. The resulting impact was deafening. It would have been fatal if Jaune were hit by that. As it was, there was a dome of green that covered him. It took few seconds for him to realize that he had just been saved by headmaster Ozpin. His cane was holding up against the beast's arm; it must have been the conduit for this protective dome that he now has.

"Not again," said the headmaster. "I will not fail you again, Gilles. For you and this Holy Maiden you never shut up about. I will not fail even if it means that this body is forfeit."


AN: Maybe it's my bias for the kind of character he appeared to be at the time (to me anyway), but I really like Ozpin and his time motif.