Alright! Here's a quick little oneshot for you all! The sequel for Broken Wings is well underway in the planning stage, and the first chapter should be hitting the site in about a month or so, once we all have had time to acclimate to Legion both in story and content! For now though, I shall keep you all sated through oneshots! Onwards!

"...-And that's how we saved Halfhill Village!" Wrath gleefully exclaimed with pride swelling his tone as he crossed his arms and grinned triumphantly at the two girls sitting in front of him.

Blake and Yang sat across from the elf, both looking bored out of their skulls with the story. Even Blake, who was usually more than eager to hear a tale of Azeroth, had instead tuned out the words of the Death Knight, her nose buried in a book instead.

"Don't forget about our lack of reinforcements." Varimas, who was seated next to Wrath, added.

"Oh yeah, how long did it take before they arrived?"

"I believe the villagers and us held the town for...a week or so before reinforcements arrived." Varimas replied as he rhythmically tapped his finger against the wooden surface of the pub table, as if counting out the days of the story with each tap of his index finger.

"Oh, yeah, yeah..." Wrath muttered in agreement as the memories flooded back to him before he turned back to Blake and Yang with the same cheesy grin before on his face. "But that's how we did it!"

Silence passed over the pub table at that moment, save for the seemingly faraway sounds of merriment roaring around them in a never ending echo.

Eventually, after hearing not even a soft clap in reverence to his amazing storytelling, Wrath opened one of his eyes to see the unamused faces of Blake and Yang staring back at him.

"...What?"

"Oh nothing!... It's just So amazing how you and Var are somehow always able to pull off all these fantastic things in these stories your telling." Yang spoke up as she waved her arms dramatically around in the air.

"They aren't stories!..." Wrath spat as he straightened up into the chair. "This stuff actually happened."

"Right. Sure."

Wrath glared daggers at Yang as he let out a low growl.

"I think what Yang is trying to say," Blake interpreted, hoping to quell an argument before it could begin. "Is that it's hard for us to believe that you two were involved in all of these different crises and somehow got through them all without a scratch."

"Oh come on Blake, not you too!... All this stuff is true!" Wrath exclaimed before laying his face in his palm. "Azeroth is just... A really weird place sometimes..."

"Right, okay." Yang huffed.

At Yang's quip Wrath nearly jumped out of his chair. She was being more confrontational than usual today... "Listen, get it in your head, we did this stuff, whether or not you want to believe us so just-..."

"I'll bet we could find someone ten times more heroic than you two combined just by walking down the street!" She brawler yelled suddenly, showing less restraint than the Death Knight by shooting up onto her feet.

"Yang, don't be ridiculous."

"Okay, you don't believe me?" Yang muttered before the mental lightbulb seemed to appear over her head. With a snap of the fingers she continued, "We'll make a deal then!"

"A deal?"

"Yep! If we can find someone that we can prove to be more heroic than you two then..." Yang scanned both Wrath and Varimas up and down for any visible reaction before a glimmer came into her eyes when she noticed both elves squirming subtly. "You'll have to.. You'll have to... Blake, what do they have to do?"

"There was this book series a gnome was selling earlier that looked good..."

"Alright! If we win you have to buy us that book-..." Yang hesitated as she turned to Blake. "Wait, seriously? That's all you want?"

Blake only shrugged in response.

"Weirdo... Fine. But I want money or something." Yang said, turning to the two elves, her hand outstretched and a calm but confident smirk across her face. "We have a deal frosty?"

Wrath growled loudly at the impromptu pet name, grabbing Yang's hand and giving it a firm shake, making sure to leave a thin layer of frost attached to her skin. "Oh, we've got a deal alright."

"Great!" Yang cheered, clenching her fist and shattering the ice around her palm effortlessly, much to the chagrin of the elf in front of her. "Come along Blake! Time to show these two a Real hero!..."

Blake gave a soft sigh before she stood, silently trailing the blonde brawler out of the room.

Once the two huntresses were truly well and gone Varimas turned to Wrath, his head tilted. "Are you sure it's alright to let them do this?"

"It'll be fine." Wrath answered, the annoyance in his face still clear.

"But what if they run into-..."

"They won't run into him!..."

"If you say so..."

As Yang and Blake strolled down the street the former couldn't help but to begin to believe that perhaps the bet she had made with Wrath had been a hasty one.

So far all they had found was a depressed looking human with ginger hair in black armor that had a few to many bruises littered across his body and a night elf who sounded less than down to earth. The moment they walked up to the elf he immediately began spouting Darnassian in such a way that even Blake looked as if she was about ready to resort to violence in order to silence him.

"Alright.. Heroic... Heroic... Someone heroic looking..."

She huffed as she continued scanning the crowd. No one seemed to be particularly heroic. Sure, there were dozens of men and women in various flavors of armor and robe, yet not many of them looked particularly heroic, and those who did looked less than approachable.

After a good while Yang started to realize that she was hearing nothing from Blake, and upon turning around found the Faunus with her nose buried in a leather bound book, obviously completely uninterested in the bet she had been forced into.

"Hey! A little help here?!..."

"Mm?" Blake glanced up from her book before scanning the area, pointing in one direction, over towards a small corner next to the edge of the canals. "What about that guy?"

Yang followed the direction her friends finger, soon spotting a solitary dwarf clad from head to toe in dark blue Ebon Blade plate. He seemed to possess no weapon, though that did little to detract from his menacing appearance.

However Yang seem unfazed by it all. "Perfect! Let's go!"

She quickly seized Blake by the wrist, dragging her over towards the dwarf, who still hadn't seemed to notice the presence of the two, even as they drew closer. "Heelllooo, sir we-..."

"Oh my goodness!"

"Whoa!..." Yang nearly jumped back at the sudden outburst from the dwarf, though she was able to recover rather quickly. Years of scaring the life out of Jaune had built up a barrier to overdramatize reactions. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare-..."

Before Yang could even finish her apology, the dwarf was on her, assaulting her verbally before she could register what was happening. "Every time I walk into this stupid city I get bothered by complete wretches like the two of you, who think they're good enough to speak to the likes of me!"

"Wait wha?!..."

"Back when I joined the army everything was so much harder for us! Nowadays rewards are just given to you because High Command is so lazy! I'll bet the two of you have never even seen a real battle!"

"Battle? High command? What?"

Realizing that he had at that point only directed his verbal strikes towards the blonde girl, the dwarf turned his attention to the black haired girl, who had since begun to read her book once more. "Hey ugly, get your face out of that book and listen to me!"

Blake shot her gaze up as her ears folded back, her Amber eyes shining with surprise and sadness. "...Ugly?..."

"Hey!" Yang cried out, gritting her teeth. "Don't talk to my friend like that you-..."

"Oh?! And what're you gonna do about it?" The Dwarf interrupted, stepping towards Yang, who could only step back as the Death Knight advanced. "I bet you can barely even stand up straight with those on your chest, much less fight!"

Yang glanced down before letting out a low growl. "Leave my chest out of this!"

"I think you mean the bags of fat!"

"That-... What the hell is wrong with you?!" She yelled, covering her chest with her arms as she turned most of her body away from the dwarf. "We only wanted to ask you a ques-..."

"What the hell is wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you more like!" The Dwarf spat viciously, spittle nearly landing on Yang's back. "I don't have time to talk to Inspector Blondie and her stupid cat eared freak of a sidekick!"

Blake felt her eyes water as she brought her book back up to her face, hiding the tears that were beginning to form.

Unfortunately her attempt to hide her tears did nothing to stop the dwarf from noticing them. "Wow, you started crying so quickly! Learn to deal with the truth! What? Is it hard to hear how insignificant you are?!"

Yang clenched her fists and stepped forwards, ready to speak up again, only to have the dwarf hold up a hand, cutting her off before she could even begin.

"Don't ever even think about talking to me again you low life maggots! You complete wastes of lives! I've seen rodents with more potential than you two and I-..."

"I'm just saying that those reagents would do nothing but cause chaos if moxed together..." Varimas muttered as he stared at Wrath from behind his Felfume mask, leaning his head against his hand.

"Says the one who accidentally sent me to another world." Wrath muttered in response.

"Hey, to be fair I-..."

All of a sudden, without any sort of warning to prepare the two elves for what was to come, Blake and Yang suddenly burst into the room, both looking as if they had just been through a war.

Their eyes were red with tears, their limbs were shaking, and neither looked as if their stomaches had a particularly secure grip on their lunches.

In short, they looked like hell.

Blake was quick to abandon her book at the entrance of the room before making her way over in order to leap into Wrath's lap, mewling pathetically as Wrath stared at her like she had just grown a second head.

Yang also made her way over to the elves, albeit at a much slower pace, before plopping herself next to Varimas' chair, visibly shivering. "No more... No more... No more..."

Wrath and Varimas could only glance over at one another before both uttered in unison with accompanying chuckles, "They met him."

And there we go! I know it was a short one, but another will be out tomorrow. It will be much more story heavy, and with a much darker tone (because, y'know, we all love that sort of thing, right?). This was essentially just meant to be the 'spot the references' chapter! (Bonus points if you can figure out all the characters!) Until next time!