A/N : I'M BAAACK!

So I managed to talk to another fellow FFN writer, xXHawkeye1337Xx, and we got our heads together for a collaboration. Coz why the hell not?

Again and again, as I always say (and I will never tire of saying this):

DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN RWBY. ALL CREDIT GOES TO (RWBYGOD) MONTY OUM AND ROOSTERTEETH.

The actors are on stage...

Sirocca breathed out a disgusted snort. Here she was, left alone to face a pair of massive Ursaj on her own, while her partner and best friend Myst disappeared sometime behind.

The tiger girl didn't really fault the human. After all, she knew she was easily excitable and liable to run off on her own. But as of the moment she had more serious matters to take care of. Case in point, the two looming hulks of Grimm in front of her.

"Tch. You two better stay down," she gripped the two boomerangs in a reverse hold. "I don't have time to play around with ya!" She immediately launched herself towards the one on her left, the wooden blades flashing out in quick succession.

However, somehow she had either missed or misjudged the timing of the strike, and tumbled to the other side, acutely feeling she had hit nothing. "Wh... How the...?" The Faunus girl looked up just in time to see two white blurs coming from either side, and its path seemed to be headed exactly where she was.

There was no time to roll out of the way, so the tiger girl grit her teeth and swung both arms out, slightly wincing at the jarring impact on her limbs, but satisfied that she felt a constant pressure coming from them. It meant she had successfully blocked and stood her ground.

She glanced to either side, somehow relieved to see both limbs still attached and gripping the weapons she had hand-carved herself. The two Ursaj seemed to be content on pushing against her, as if challenging Sirocca to a battle of endurance. "So... Why...? I never miss..."

Sirocca's mind instantly went into slow-motion analysis. She knew she had judged the distance correctly, and timed her strike just as perfectly. Nonstop training and drills from the old man back in the Order had drilled it into her body to operate exactly like a frighteningly accurate, poison-laden killing needle, thrown by a deadly marksman. Starting from the time she tensed her legs, her body already knew what to do.

Ten quick steps all at an equal distance of thirty centimeters apart, each footfall spaced at half-second intervals; the launching jump propelled at an angle of thirty-five degrees rising forward, utilizing exactly triple her body weight in force to reach the optimum strike height within half second of ascent, and starting a slight pivot to the left immediately upon getting airborne. At the peak of the jump, where the propulsion starts to drop and reaching the perfect striking height and distance, use the natural tension built up during launch to swing her left arm in a tight closing arc (beginning from her body's vertical axis, to her shoulders, elbows, and ending at her wrist), then following that up with the same movements from the right side of her body. On completion her arms would be crossed in front of her, providing the initial shock absorption on touchdown, then proceeding to a five-point roll ending with her on one knee, ready to either flee or defend as the case may be.

Everything was meticulously, elaborately set up. One tiny change anywhere affected everything else. In this case, Sirocca wasn't expecting to meet nothing but thin air when she struck.

The tiger Faunus' thinking was interrupted when she felt the pressure on both arms slacken. She barely got her arms up in time to block an oncoming paw, but didn't expect there would be a second one almost immediately after it, hitting her in the abdomen squarely.

The tiger girl felt the hit fully, sending her barreling backwards with a mix of a loud growl and hurt meow. "Ugh... That effin' hurt," she spat out darkly while getting back up, starting to get annoyed. Flickers of aura ignited around her as the boomerangs twirled in her grip. "So you wanna play rough. I can do rough."

She channeled her aura into her weapons, the brown of the wood now having a particularly-evil looking, dark purple sheen to it. "In fact, I'm gonna do more than rough."

One of the Ursaj swiped at Sirocca with a large paw. At the last moment, she disappeared from its path and reappeared half a second later in mid-air, directly above its shoulder. Her eyes were bright with fury as she growled out, "Let's see you avoid this!"

Sirocca twisted in mid-air as she descended, her boomerangs held in such a way as to be level with both her shoulder and waist. As she spun, the blades cut several times into the Grimm's shoulder, severing the limb from the rest of the monster's body. This earned her a satisfyingly pained howl from the monster, but what she failed to notice was that the other Grimm had already leapt to attack.

Caught off-guard, Sirocca found herself in its bear-hug, slowly having difficulty breathing. "Guh... L-let me go... Damnit..." She vainly tried to struggle and squirm free of the monster's grip, but failed.

Just as she lost consciousness, the last thing she remembered was a single black scythe, tinged with purple, flying mere inches from her face, and a fading voice seeming to be shouting at her, something like "Don't give up yet!"

And everything faded to black.

Sirocca suddenly sat up screaming, sweating heavily, and panting. Her heart still beat frantically, and she could still feel everything vividly. A quick glance around the room revealed she was back in the waking world. She put a hand to her head, trying to calm down her breathing and heartbeat. "A dream... Nothing but a bad dream..."

Her scream earlier had brought Myst suddenly tumbling out of bed and faceplanting on the floor. The human girl was still getting up and rubbing her nose. "I beg thee, pray never wake me up with thy nightmarish screams. If thou wouldst do it again I may end up unintentionally digging three knuckles in thy throat."

"It... It all felt too real, Myst," Sirocca whispered. "It's gotta be a warning."

This got the human girl to be serious – Sirocca never called her by name unless it was either a matter of life and death, or if she was telling something of severe importance.

However, Myst noted from the clock on the far wall that it was only past 1 in the morning, and decided to calm the Faunus girl first. She sat on the edge of the tiger girl's bed and gently rubbed her back. "Perhaps... But I wouldst advise thee to try to rest for now. Thou wouldst do thyself more harm than good in trying to think about it right now." She turned her head slightly, a concerned look on her face. "I can sleep beside thee, if you wouldst like it."

Sirocca just nodded, then eased back down. "Thanks, Myst." Within a few minutes she was asleep again.

The next morning, Sirocca was uncharacteristically silent as they made their way down to the canteen. Myst was still worried from last night, but decided she would let the Faunus girl open up first.

As they turned a corner, Sirocca suddenly stopped, making the human girl beside her stop as well. Some distance away in front of them, Cardin and his team were standing with their backs to them. However, the tiger girl's gaze was locked on the person facing them.

The person Sirocca was looking at was defiantly staring down the entire Team CRDL and angrily saying something. The tiger Faunus felt she had somehow seen or heard her before…

But where?

Next chapter will be from the viewpoint of Hawk's OC, Holly.

As always, reviews and/or comments are welcomed, greatly appreciated, although not necessarily required.

Sanguis out.

Not. :P