Vale was in ruin. Ever since Beacon was lost and the Dragon frozen, the Grimm have been running amok in the streets. The huntsmen that were left in the city formed a resistance against the Grimm, scavenging supplies where they could and clearing out Grimm when possible. Almost all the teams from Beacon were a part of this resistance, led by Glynda Goodwitch. However, the resistance was getting help from someone. Over the past few days, kunai have showed up outside Glynda's tent with locations of small White Fang outposts. Glynda knew who it was, of course. Why she didn't just show herself and help was something the former Beacon professor had no idea about. If only she knew.
Blake Belladonna was currently resting on one of the many vacant rooftops in the ruined city. She had managed to do relatively well for herself ever since Beacon fell. Scavenging supplies like food, water, Dust, and information. The last resource she normally got through the White Fang depots she normally hit. She knew why she was doing this, there was no question about her motive. She wanted to get justice for what the White Fang had done, for what HE had done. She remembered that day all too well. The day she failed her partner, someone she cared about. She'd even go so far as to say she had feelings for her partner but she failed. All she could do during the chaos was watch as that psychopath cut off the arm of the blonde brawler who had come charging in to save her. For several nights after Beacon's fall, she was haunted by that moment every time she closed her eyes. Over and over, she would watch helplessly as Yang Xiao Long rushed forward toward Adam Taurus to save Blake only for Adam to simply smirk and slice right through Yang's arm. She tried pulling all night tracking missions to avoid the dreams but she could only do that for so long. She had to sleep eventually and when she did, she dreaded it.
She was about to fall asleep when she heard a loud clatter from the streets silently moved to the edge of the roof she was on and looked down to see four soldiers. Two of them were clad in the standard White Fang garb but by the looks of them, they were new to the organization. After all, ever since the Atlas robots went rogue, Faunus flocked to the join the extremists in droves. The two of them had dropped a crate that had spilled its contents on the pavement. Assault rifles and shotguns but Blake didn't recognize the model and make. That was when she heard a heavily synthesized voice call out to the rookies.
"Hey! I thought I said be careful with that!" he barked. He was clad in some new kind of armor with a gold-domed helmet with red optics and two gas-mask like extensions. Next to the golden clad higher-up was a soldier wearing a jet-black domed helm, otherwise the armor was relatively the same.
"S-sorry sir!" one of the rookies stammered. The rookie that responded was a girl with red hair and a pair of red wolf-like ears atop her head. "I-i lost my grip a-and-"
"Save it rookie! I don't want excuses, I want results! Now, both of, pick up the weapons and let's get going again."
"Y-yes sir!" She and her partner began to pick up the weapons.
Blake decided now was the time to strike. She drew both blades of Gambol Shroud and jumped down. She landed right on top of the black-helmed soldier, knocking the rifle out of his hand.
"What the?!" the golden soldier exclaimed as he drew a sword and shield. The two WF rookies drew swords as well.
Blake looked up at the three and merely stood calmly. The golden officer rushed the Faunus ninja and swung his blade at her neck, trying to decapitate her. He landed the hit but soon the body vanished. Blake then drop-kicked the officer from the side and sent him flying, his sword and shield clattering on the ground next to him. The second WF rookie-a guy guy with black hair and rabbit ears- rushed Blake with his sword. Blake simply parried all of the strikes this guy threw at her. Clearly he wasn't the best fighter, he kept doing the same thing over and over and expected a different result. She tripped the rookie and then knocked him out with a kick to the jaw. Blake then turned to the red-headed wolf-girl. The poor girl was shaking; she was terrified.
"I-i surrender! J-just please d-don't-!
A shot rang out as Blake blocked a bullet from the black-domed soldier she knocked down before. He had regained consciousness and grabbed his odd assault rifle. Blake then turned her blade into its gun form and shot the soldier. His entire body was encased in ice but he was alive. Blake then sheathed her blade and walked up to the wolf-girl.
"P-please...d-don't hurt me," she said quietly.
"I won't," Blake replied, "You're not like the others...you shouldn't be here."
"I-i told myself the same thing but...I couldn't say no."
Blake could tell that the wolf-girl was looking at the other rookie she had knocked out.
"Friend of yours?"
"M-more than that…"
"I see." Blake understood this girl. Someone she cares for dragged her into an organization of extremists and a cause she doesn't believe in.
"D-don't get me wrong...I WANT humans and Faunus to be equals but…"
"I understand. Take my advice...and leave the White Fang as soon as you can."
"L-leave?! But you can't leave the White Fang! If you try, they'll send assassins to kill you! Some...green haired girl with chain-scythes, a guy with shotgun boots, some really short girl who really likes ice cream and who knows what else they've got?!"
Blake's eyes widened. "Did...did those...assassins...ever say their names?"
"U-um...y-yeah. Emerald, Mercury, and Neo."
Blake knew Neo well enough. She was Roman Torchwick's henchwoman that had helped him escape after his Paladin had been destroyed and who had no doubt been there to free Roman when the two were on one of Ironwood's ships. Emerald and Mercury were students from Mistral who competed in the tournament. Those two fought against Coco and Yatsuhashi in the doubles round and Mercury fought against Yang in the singles round.
"Where were the guns going?" Blake asked.
"S-some club in the downtown area. I-i had just been transferred over there by one of the h-higher ups in the Fang. S-some real big guy with a chainsaw."
"The lieutenant from the train…"
"E-eh?"
"Nothing. So...you said you were heading to a club?"
"Y-yeah. Some night club run by a guy named Junior."
The club Yang went to with Neptune to find out more about Torchwick, Blake thought.
"What's your name?"
"M-me? R-roxanne."
"Ok then Roxanne, first off, lose the mask. I'm going to send somewhere you'll be safe from the Fang. It's the main base where the huntsmen from Beacon are. If you find a rabbit faunus named Velvet, tell her an old friend sent you."
Roxanne quickly takes the Grimm mask off and tosses it aside.
"W-wait...Velvet? You mean that girl from Team CFVY?"
"You know her?"
"O-only because I saw the Vytal Festival team rounds. I saw her and the rest of her team fight a team from Atlas."
"Makes sense," Blake then turns and walks over to the gold-hemled officer. "So...you know these guys?"
"N-not really. T-they call themselves the Fourth Legion. I-i just thought they were mercenaries but…"
"But?"
"But they're too heavily armed...for mercs. I-i mean they have tanks!"
"What?!"
"Y-yeah! Somehow these guys have tanks, rockets, e-even combat androids! H-hell they never even take off their helmets!"
Blake then grasps the golden helmet of the officer and throws it off and discovers the demon behind the mask. However, unlike the rank and file, the officers have tan skin. When Blake discovered the true appearance she backed away in shock.
"W-what is THAT THING?!" Roxanne shouted in horror. The demon then woke up and threw a right hook to Blake's jaw, sending her flying.
The demon quickly grabbed its helmet and put it back on. "ROOKIE!" the officer shouted as he tossed her a rifle. "KILL HER!" The officer grabbed his sword and shield and waited for Roxanne to fire.
"DO IT ALREADY ROOKIE!"
When Roxanne wouldn't open fire, the demon soldier simply grunted and started walking towards Blake, who was still recovering. "Fine...I'll do it MYSELF." The soldier was right on top of Blake, his blade ready to be plunged down into her chest. As Blake fully recovered, a shot rang out and the soldier froze. He dropped his sword and shield fell to the left. Roxanne had shot him in the back. She quickly threw the rifle aside, visibly shaken.
"Roxanne?" Blake looked to the Faunus and tried to comfort her. "Roxanne...he wasn't human...he sure as hell wasn't a Faunus either...and if you didn't shoot...I would be dead."
Roxanne quickly changed the topic by asking, "W-where's that hunter...base...again?"
"It's down by the docks. If you take Fifth Street and avoid the parks, you should avoid any Grimm."
"W-what are you going to do?"
"I'm taking out that listening post in the club."
A few hours later, Roxanne had reached the hunter base and Blake had reached the nightclub. As expected, soldiers of the White Fang and this new Fourth Legion faction were swarming the place. Going through the front was a sure fire way to get killed. She saw an air vent on the top of the establishment. That was her way inside but there was only one issue. A sniper was on the roof looking down at the street. If he managed to get a radio in to the other soldiers inside, her job would be a whole lot harder. She covertly ran across the rooftops around to the side, avoiding the gaze of the sniper. She snuck up on the soldier, noticing he was one of those that belonged to the Fourth Legion. His helmet differed from the rank and file and officers as well. Apparently helmet-type for the Fourth Legion was akin to the coloration of Atlesian soldiers. This soldier's helmet appeared to be more angular than the officers and normal troops and his armor seemed to be lighter to grant more agility. His helmet was covered by a grey hooded cloak which cast a shadow over a majority of the helmet except for the optics. Three glowing red orbs shone from beneath the hood and looked down the sight of the rifle he held. Blake knew this guy wasn't human or Faunus; he was some...monster so what she did next didn't phase her. She wrapped the whip form of Gambol Shroud around the sniper's neck and pulled him back with a hard jerk. He landed on his back looking up at her as she brought down her sword, impaling him in the chest. The glowing optics flickered for a moment but then went dark. She had thought about taking the sniper's armor as a disguise but opted for the air-vent route instead. She quickly but silently maneuvered the grate off of the vent and climbed in.
After silently crawling through the vents for what seemed liked hours, she found a place to drop down from. An empty office room. She slid the grate off and dropped down from above. At first she had assumed everything was fine until she heard something-or rather someone-right behind her. She quickly drew Gambol Shroud in its pistol form and aimed at the source of the noise only to find a group of people bound and gagged that were all shocked by her sudden entrance. Most of them seemed to be hired muscle wearing black business suits, red sunglasses , black fedoras and red ties. Three individuals stood out amongst the group though. Two of them were girls-sisters by the looks of them. One of them wore a red strapless dress with black lining. She had feathers above her left ear, black fur held by a grey chain hanging off her shoulders, a black bow tied around her waist and long red boots with stiletto heels. The other wore a similar dress but was white with cyan lining along with a flower pin above her left ear, a white feather scarf, a silver pad with cyan and red feathers on her left shoulder, white gloves, a small silver bracer over the glove on her left arm, a bow in the center of the top-most part of her bodice, a silver chained belt, cyan wings on the lower back, and long white boots with blades at the heels. The third, Blake guessed, was Junior. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest over it, red tie, black gloves, and black dress pants.
Blake quickly made sure no one was else was nearby and then walked over to Junior. She kneeled down in front of him and removed the gag.
"Gah! Finally! About time someone came!" Junior whisper-shouted.
"Junior?" Blake inquired.
"Who wants to know exactly?"
"Well...the person who's willing to help take your club back."
"I'm sensing that there's more to this. You want something in return don't you?"
"...Information. I want information."
"Doesn't everyone?"
"I heard you know everything from...a reliable source…"
"Yeah...and?"
"Once this is all done...I need everything you have on the White Fang...and the Fourth Legion."
"I can't exactly make any promises here. It's not like these guys have been forthcoming with information. Hell, before they barged in during that whole mess with the tournament, I hadn't even heard of a Fourth Legion!"
"Wait...what? They moved in DURING the tournament?"
"Yeah. Though they made their move once all the shit hit the fan."
"And they're working with the Fang...and given what I saw under their helmets…"
"Wait..you saw one of those freaks without their fancy mask on? They never take those off!"
"So I'm told."
"Look. Untie us and press that button under my desk."
Blake's weapon transformed into its katana and cut Junior free. She then walked over to his desk and pressed the button he mentioned. One of the walls in his office rotated, showing an entire spare armory. Hatchets, pistols, a few rifles, a pair of red claws and a giant bazooka. She turned to look at Junior, eyebrow raised.
"What? I'm an underworld information broker. Having a spare armory is THAT absurd?" the club owner defended as he finished untying his men.
Blake shrugged her shoulders and silently admitted that it wasn't the most absurd thing she'd seen today.
Junior grabbed the bazooka that changed into a bat, the girl in red and black-Miltiades or Miltia Malachite- grabbed the red claws, and the other henchmen armed themselves with the rifles, hatchets and pistols.
"What about her?" Blake motioned to the girl in white.
"Don't worry about Melanie," Miltia said smirking.
At that moment, the door to the office was opened by one of the Fourth Legion soldiers.
"Hey! What's going on in…here…," the soldier said as he stepped through the doorway. Before the soldier could even reach for his rifle, Melanie kicked the soldier several times in the chest, legs, and face. Instead of blunt power being put into the attacks, the kicks left extremely deep cut marks. With several slash marks all over his body, the soldier fell forward onto his face, cracking the visor of his helmet further. Melanie stood over her handiwork proudly and motioned for two of the others to pull him in.
"So," Blake said, turning to Junior and overcoming her surprise that Melanie's weapons were her heels, "how many?"
"At least 30 White Fang, 20 of these Fourth Legion assholes from what I remember and at least two guys in charge-one Faunus, one Legion," Junior responded.
"You sound worried about those two."
"The Legion guy has some...ridiculously long sword which, if you ask me, is compensating for something. No robot voice either like the rest of them. The White Fang guy, from what I can tell, is a bear Faunus with a weaponized jackhammer. Some sort of motif they have where the higher-ups in the Fang use weaponized tools to symbolize whatever crap they think it does."
A Legion higher up and another lieutenant from the Fang. This day just keeps getting better and better.
Down on the ground floor of Junior's club, the fifty soldiers of both the Fourth Legion and White Fang were either on break and enjoying the drinks or they were still working moving supplies.
"Hey?" one of the White Fang-a deer Faunus- by the stairs said, turning to another.
"Yeah?" the second-a fox faunus- replied.
"You ever wonder why we're here?"
"What, you mean stuck in a nightclub that's been converted into a listening post, working with the Legion, and waiting for the rest of the world to go to shit?"
"No that's not what I mea-," the deer Faunus was cut off by a kick to the back of the head that sent him flying. The fox Faunus grabbed his rifle but as soon as he did, a black ribbon wrapped around his leg.
"Oh for the love of-," the second Faunus began as he was pulled off his feet and then kicked in the jaw by Blake.
With that, everyone reacher for their weapons and aimed at Blake. Junior then walked up beside Blake, his bazooka-bat hefted over his shoulder.
"You know...I'm getting a serious case of deja vu here," Junior blurted out.
"This happens often then?" Blake inquired.
"Only two other times. Except then...it was me and my men against Blondie."
"Blondie?"
"I'll tell you later. Right now...let's take back my club," Junior snapped his fingers and the rest of his men readied their weapons. "Ladies first," Junior motioned to Blake who just rolled her eyes. She vanished using her Semblance and sliced through two of the Fourth Legion men. After that, chaos erupted. Junior's men, the White Fang, and the Fourth Legion engaged in firefights and close range fighting. The Malachite Twins were fighting together against the extremists and soldiers in a flurry of blades. Junior landed several devastating hits against the White Fang and Legion grunts, sending them flying. Two of Junior's hired help had just finished dealing with two WF grunts when one of them was impaled through the back with a jackhammer and the other was sliced in half. As the bodies of the men were pushed aside and the blood pooled beneath them, the two officers stepped forward. The one from the White Fang wore the same attire as the lieutenant that was currently with Adam but his Grimm mask resembled that of an Ursa. The Legion captain wore a grey trenchcoat over his standard armor which was colored entirely black with blue optics on his helmet. The Legion captain let out a long sigh.
"Ok," the Legion captain spoke in a VERY thick accent (A/N: If you're wondering what kind of accent, think of it like how the Orcs of Warhammer or Lord of the Rings talk, so some weird form of a British or Cockney accent), "'uo handle teh humies...I'll get 'er." He directed his massive 7 foot long blade towards Blake.
"No," came the low voice of the faunus.
"Eh?! Whaddya mean NO?! Rememba' who's in charge 'ere mate!"
"We BOTH are. So...as I said...YOU will take the 'humies' ,as you delicately put it, and i will deal with the traitor. Just try not to die."
"Oi! I'm not gunna die ta a bunch of humies! Rememba who you're talkin' ta!"
The Faunus pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his mask up a bit and thought, Of all the captains IN the Fourth Legion...I'm stuck with this buffoon. This is karma….isn't it?
"Fine...just kill them!"
"Don't need ta tell me twice mate!" The captain readied his sword and rushed towards Junior, Melanie, and Miltia while the White Fang member charged Blake.
Blake kicked another White Fang goon in the face, cracking his mask and sending him flying. She spun the blade form of Gambol Shroud in her hand and then thrust it behind her, directly into the chest of an approaching Fourth Legion soldier. She withdrew the blade as a trail of crimson left the soldier's followed it. Suddenly, the pommel of a weapon was smacked into her back and she was hit in the back of the leg with a powerful kick, bringing her to her knees for a moment.
"Hello...Blake. I have strict orders to bring you to Adam alive...but he never said you were to be UNHARMED," the WF officer roared as he brought down his weaponized jackhammer on Blake's head, only for her entire body to vanish. The Faunus quickly swung around to block two strikes from Vale's resident ninja. Sparks flew as the weapons clashed until the WF captain pushed Blake back. The Faunus rushed Blake and swung his weapon but the cat faunus dodged every strike. She slashed at the White Fang with the bladed sheathe of Gambol Shroud but he barely avoided it. The White Fang tried to do a sweep-the-leg kick to knock Blake off balance, but she merely jumped over it and kicked him in the jaw. He was sent flying back for a moment but quickly got back on his feet and continued the assault. He swung his jackhammer in an overhead arc but hit another of Blake's shadows.
"I'm getting real TIRED of this shadow-clone shit, Blake!" the White Fang roared. He smirked as he turned around to see Blake sneaking up on him. He swung his jackhammer to send her flying but Blake used her semblance once more, this time was different though. She had augmented the clone with Fire dust and thus turned it into a firebomb. Once the weaponized jackhammer made impact with the clone, it exploded and sended the bear Faunus flying through a wall.
The Fourth Legion captain cracked his neck and then rushed his three opponents-Melanie, Miltia, and Junior-who were currently finishing up with some of the grunts of the Legion. The captain then leapt into the air and brought his sword down, cracking the floor and sending all three of them flying.
"Heh...ya might'a been a match for da boyz...but ya ain't gonna stand a chance against me! Might as well call me Sephiroth mates!" the captain cackled.
"Is...that a reference?" Miltia asked.
"Wait wha? None a ya know who Sephiroth is?!"
"Well...no...and it is VERY hard to understand you," Melanie added.
"Ok...what 'bout Cloud? Know 'im?"
"No," the twins said in unison.
"Nightmare?"
"No."
"Guts?"
"No."
"Pyramid Head?"
"No." But that time only Melanie said that.
"Only one a ya said that."
"Ok...I know who that is," Miltia said, rubbing her arm and blushing, "I-i read the book a long time ago ok?"
"What book has a character called Pyramid Head?" her sister asked.
"S-silent Hill..."
"Wait...the horror novel? When did you read that?!"
"A-a few years ago. I-i was curious!"
"So you read Silent Hill?!"
"So...we gunna fight now or are you two gunna keep havin' a family talk?" the Legion captain interrupted, impatience clearly showing in his voice.
The two sisters turned to him and took combat stances.
"Fight," they said in unison.
"Right then!" the captain readied himself, only for Junior to show up out of nowhere and blasted him with a rocket.
"Oh bugger ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" the captain impacted a wall, leaving an impression. He slowly freed himself from the stone and shook off the blast. "Ok mate...that was NOT cool!"
"Just shut up and fight already!" Junior shouted at the captain.
"Three on one eh? Lemme even the odds!" the captain grinned under his helmet as two runes appeared next to him on both sides. Through the runes, stepped two exact copies of the captain, down to the accent. "Right then mates! Let's get 'em!"
"You got it boss!" the copies said in unison. With that, the three captains rushed Melanie, Miltia and Junior. Each captain made sure to isolate their opponent from the others so they wouldn't be outnumbered.
Junior and his opposing copy were engaged in a duel with the massive blade of the captain and Junior's bat colliding several times. Sparks flew each time the two weapons clashed with each other. Junior then took a swing at the copy's legs but it jumped over the swing and kick Junior in the face.
"Got ya!" the copy pumped his fist in the air before realizing Junior's bat had turned into a rocket launcher. "Or...not...how did I forget that?" A cluster of rockets shot out the copy who tried to either dodge or slice the rockets apart but several managed to hit and sent him flying. Junior then rushed the dazed captain and unleashed a flurry of strikes with his bat. On the second to last strike, he could hear a bone break, probably a rib and on the last strike, the captain was sent flying through a glass pillar.
"Oh me achin'...," the captain began but was cut off as Junior brought his bat down on the captain's head.
Melanie's fight was going just as well as Junior's. She landed several successful attacks against the captain's copy. With each kick she landed, a new bloody mark appeared on the body of the clone. In truth, Melanie was surprised this thing was bleeding. She'd seen Semblances like that when she watched the Vytal Tournament with Miltia in the VIP lounge when they were on break. Those clones didn't bleed though while these did for some reason. She directed a kick to his face but the copy grabbed her leg and threw her to the ground. The captain thrust his blade down to try and impale her but she managed to divert the sword with another kick. The captain staggered back for a minute as Melanie got back on her feet and delivered another powerful kick to his face. His visor cracked from the impact but he only seemed to get angrier. He grabbed Melanie's leg again and threatened to cut it off. She quickly spun herself free of his grasp, kicked his sword out of his hand, and stabbed him with it. Once she did, black smoke began to rise off of and engulf the body of the copy. Once the smoke cleared, a creature resembling a mannequin stood before her before it fell limply onto the floor.
"What...in the name of DUST is this thing?!" Melanie shouted.
Junior noticed that the body of the copy he had been fighting was replaced with a living mannequin as well. Melanie's question would have to wait though as a thought struck her. If Junior didn't fight the REAL captain and if she didn't just IMPALE the real captain then…
"Oh no…" the girl in white muttered under her breath.
When the fights broke out, the real Legion captain had charged at Miltia with all his strength. First he landed a solid punch to her stomach which caused to real back for a second. She quickly recovered and unleashed a flurry of strikes at him with her claws. The captain easily managed to parry, block, or dodge every single strike.
"Nice style ya got dere girl," the captain taunted, "but if you t'ink dat'll 'elp ya...you're dead WRONG."
Miltia tried to strike at his legs with her next strike but he simply jumped over entirely and round-house kicked her in the back. She managed to stop herself and once more continue her attack; all of it though was pointless. She tried to thrust both of her claws into the captain's chest but he retaliated by swinging his massive blade in front of him and sliced all four blades of Miltia's claws in half.
"M-my claws!" Miltia shouted in a combination of shock and horror, "b-but…"
"Here's da thing luv, they mighta been able ta tank shots from da boyz...but there ain't no WAY they'd stand up to my blade!" the captain smirked as he quickly grabbed Miltia by the head and began to beat on her mercilessly. He repeatedly punched her in the stomach and then threw her to the ground where he then stepped on her back to keep her still.
"Now...ya see luv...you REALLY shouldn'ta gotten involved. Cuz now...well...now I gotta kill ya!"
Miltia could only look up helplessly as the Legion Captain thrust his sword down but he aimed for her arm. The massive blade went straight through Miltia's right arm, crimson blood already starting to gush out of the wound.
"But first," the captain taunted, "I'mma make ya SUFFA!"
He began to put more pressure on the blade, as if he were preparing to cut it clean off. Miltia could only scream in pain as the captain had a sadistic smile plastered on his face beneath the expressionless black helmet.
"Miltia!" Melanie shouted as she, Junior, and Blake rushed to aid her.
"Oh look! An audience! Good!" the captain beamed.
"Let. Go. Of. My. SISTER!"
"Oh sure! I'll let 'er go...once I give her da new trend that seems to be a thing among young 'untresses."
Blake's eyes widened. This brute knew about what happened at Beacon. He knew what happened to Yang and he was using it to torment others, like it was just some sick joke to him.
"Ooooooh, struck a nerve did I? EXACTLY AS I INTENDED!" the captain roared with sadistic glee.
Blake balled her hand into a fist as the anger inside her started to build.
"Ya know...not gunna lie...I wish I 'ad been the one ta do it! Ta cut off Blondie's arm like dat! Woulda kept da arm doe...as a trophy! Gotta take da joys when ya can right? Now den...let's give her one last SLICE!"
"NO!" Melanie shouted as a shot rang out. The captain froze for a moment and realized his armor had been breached. Blake had fired Gambol Shroud right into the captain's lung.
"Y-you...you shot me...you damn...dirty...bitch…" the captain spat as blood began to drip from the bullet wound.
"No one talks about her like that…" Blake muttered to herself.
The captain slowly staggered back and began to rant. "Y-you think you've won?! This ain't ova! Not by a long shot! Da boss is gonna rip ya apart! And since...ya know...I'm gunna be dead soon...might as well...send my regards to your blonde ex on Patch ya dirty mongrel!"
Blake fired four more rounds into the captain's skull, his head jerking back with every bullet that hit. Blood spurted out the back of the domed helmet that the captain wore before he fell over and the blood pooled under him.
Melanie quickly rushed over to her sister and tried her best to remove the sword from her arm. Every time she tried though, Miltia just screamed in pain. Blake sheathed Gambol Shroud and walked up to Melanie.
"Ok...Miltia right? I'm going to pull the blade out of you ok?" Blake spoke in an almost whisper to try and calm Miltia.
"How are you going to take it out?! Every time I touch it, she screams!" Melanie interjected.
"Because you're not doing it fast enough. The quicker you do this...the less pain she'll be in."
Blake grabbed the hilt of the sword and nodded. "On three. One...two...THREE!" Blake quickly pulled the blade out of Miltia's arm as Miltia shrieked in pain. The ninja tossed the massive blade to the side.
"Make sure that gets treated properly. You might need to go to the hunter's base for the proper medical supplies."
Melanie nodded in thanks and ripped her dress to use as makeshift bandages. Afterwards, Junior walked up to Blake ready to thank her and give her the info she's asked for.
"Junior...I changed my mind," Blake said suddenly.
"About what?" Junior asked.
"What I want to know."
"So...you DON'T want to know about the Fourth Legion and all?"
"Not now. But you WILL give that information to Glynda Goodwitch and the other huntsmen."
"So...if you don't want that...what DO you want?"
"I want to know...where on Patch...Yang Xiao Long lives."
(A/N: And thus Blake's coming back to Yang! Let the flame of Bumblebee be rekindled! Ah yes, Dark Souls comparisons aside, next chapter will be a Yang focused chapter and after that will be Belail's debut in combat. Nobody kill me for what I'm about to do to team FNKI. Oh and for those wondering what the mannequins are supposed to be, those are my versions of Mimics. Next chapter will be a Yang focused one. As always, read, review and enjoy.)