Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall!

Here's a chapter we haven't seen in a while: Orange. Yes, we're switching away from White briefly.

New RWBY episode was a World of Remnant. Kind of nice, especially for a fanfiction writer like me. Unfortunately I don't even like the idea of the Four Maidens so that information is almost useless to me and HellFall (not trying to sound overly negative by the way, if you like the story then that's fine. It's your opinion. I just don't like how it was introduced and all that). But oh well, not all information is going to be useful. Sometimes it comes too late too, but again, oh well. Such is life.

Anyways, I understand that some of you may be writing exams this week. And if your not, then your a lucky little nut. So I won't waste any more of your time. Enjoy this extra-long possibly exciting chapter!

"Where are we going?!" I yelled as Grizzly and I ran down the street.

"Foggy Cove!" He replied.

I turned and raced across the street, receiving several angry honks. Grizzly approached more hesitantly. I grabbed his hand and yanked him across.

"We don't have time!" I called.

"I know." He replied, "But we wouldn't be too good to Roy if we were dead, would we?"

"Just try to keep up" I said.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't take so many risks!" He replied.

We rudely pushed past several people walking along the sidewalk, causing lots of commotion.

I glanced back, seeing Grizzly being swallowed by the people as he tried to apologize to each one individually. I ran back, grabbed him by the hood, and threw him onto my back.

"Hey!" He called, "What's the deal?!"

"We need to hurry!" I replied simply, pushing past everyone with him piggybacking on me.

We arrived on Foggy Cove. "Where now?" I asked.

"Right!" He replied, "The first house on the right!"

I turned right and stopped in front of the first door. "This one?" I asked.

"That's the one"

I stepped back, dropping the green boy to the ground, and raised my leg to kick it open.

Suddenly the door swung open, and out walked a man with blue hair slicked to one side. He wore a white coat with a tall collar.

"Oh!" He said, flicking his hands up in fake surprise, "Well," he chuckled, "I didn't expect visitors"

"Neither did we" I replied.

"You weren't you expecting visitors? From where?" He asked. I could tell that he was trying to joke.

"You know what I mean"

"I apologize, but I really don't"

"Where's Roy?" I demanded.

"Relax," he said, lowering his hands in an attempt to calm me down, "I was only trying to be polite"

"Where is Roy?" I repeated.

"So harsh." He continued, "Why must a woman as beautiful as you-"

He was interrupted by Grizzly, who charged towards him, gun to his gut. "WHERE'S ROY?!" He yelled. I could see that his semblance had been activated, as yellow wisps flew from his eyes. I had never seen this side of him, and was too petrified to move or say anything.

"Whoa!" He said, "Slow down, little buddy, I'm only-"

He was cut off again as a gunshot went off.

The man fell to his knees, hands over his gut. Crimson blood spilled out between his fingers. He coughed, spewing blood from his lips.

Grizzly looked down at him in disgust, then pointed his gun at his head, "Where's Roy?" He asked again.

"Inside." The man finally said, "There's nothing you can do, you arrogant brat!" He reached up and punched the gun out of his hand with a ring-covered fist. Grizzly fired again, but it instead grazed the wall.

The man was on his feet suddenly and grabbed Grizzly's cloak. I was finally able to react. Activating the compact rifle on the top of my wrist, I pointed it at the man.

"Drop him" I demanded.

He looked over at me, not releasing his grip.

"Is there a problem?" Someone asked from within the house. He had a very deep voice.

"Yes," the blue-haired man replied, "yes there is"

"Would you like me to come out?" He asked.

"No, no," He replied, "We're coming in"

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Just a friend." He replied, "Come on, let's head inside. See how Roy's doing"

"Put Grizzly down"

"So this is Grizzlibear!" He exclaimed, looking at the boy with shock.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's just head inside, shall we?"

"Like I said, put him down"

The man stared at me, then dropped him. He looked down at him and grabbed his cloak collar again, but didn't lift him up. I kept my gun aimed at him.

"Try anything like that again, and I'll kill you. Got it?" He threatened Grizzly.

"Get in the house" I said firmly, kicking him in the leg.

We entered the house. It was very simple. Almost too simple to be able to properly live in. The first room was a kitchen, with a washing machine and dryer against the opposite wall. At the far end I saw a doorway which I assumed led to a bedroom.

Roy lay on the ground, face down. A tall man in a long brown coat stood before us. Despite his voice and attire, he was rather thin. His skin was dark, but not nearly as dark as Wintanweorth's. His black hair was slicked back, and a thin mustache stretched out from under his large nose and wrapped around his head. His eyes were thin and bright orange. He wore dark blue skinny jeans and black boots.

"Is this the trouble?" He asked. His voice did not suit his body shape at all.

"Yes," the man replied, "please deal with them, Bleddyn"

"Of course" He replied.

With that the blue-haired man disappeared through the doorway.

"What?" I asked, turning to watch him shut the door behind him.

"Don't worry about him girly." Bleddyn said, "You've a whole 'nother thing on your hands now"

He stretched out his fingers, and claws extended from his fingers. He charged, hands outstretched.

Grizzly stepped in front of me, seeing that I was clearly too shocked to move again. He took the hit, unable to block or counter it. The claws pierced his small body, and he fell to the ground, not moving.

"Grizzly?" I asked, horrified that he might be dead.

"What a noble soul." Bleddyn said, "Sadly, he's only delaying the inevitable"

I frowned, activating my arm weapons: a blade on top of each hand, and a compact rifle above each blade. "You bastard!" I cried, charging towards him.

He smiled, swinging out his claws. I swung my blades, cutting his claws clean off. He gasped as they fell at his feet. I reached out and stabbed him in the gut with both blades, then fired a bullet off of each one. He flew backwards, slamming against the far counter.

"You know, there's one thing no one ever counts on," he said, standing, "my high aura" his wounds began to quickly seal themselves as he charged towards me. He reached to his back and drew a kaskara sword. It was a straight double-edged sword with a bunch of sting waving out from the bottom of the pommel.

He swung at me, and I blocked his attack with both blades. He drew back, then went in for another immediate attack. We exchanged blows for a while, swinging back and forth. Metal on metal. Sparks flicked about, loud clanks and crashes filled the house.

He swung his blade, this time putting much more strength into it than I expected. My arm flew behind me. He swung immediately after, and I managed to barely block it with my other hand. But once again, that arm ended up behind me. He swung for a third time, and my robotic foot came up. I kicked out, releasing the coiled-up spiked whip hidden inside. Catching him by surprise, I wrapped the whip around his blade and swung my leg to the left, throwing him to the ground. Somehow he hadn't let go of his weapon, which surprised me.

Bleddyn stood, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He said.

He charged, sword swinging. I flicked out the whip again, catching his blade and sending it aside. Somehow he managed to hold onto it, but he didn't go flying this time. I leapt into the air, kicked out my other foot. The other spiked whip in my foot flew out, stabbing into his neck.

I hit the ground, landing on my rear end.

"Where do you go now girly?" He asked, "Looks like you're out of weapons"

I pulled my second whip back into my foot, ripping his neck open. Blood spilled out, and he fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming by his head.

I unraveled my other whip and pulled both of them into my feet.

Keeping my eyes focused on Bleddyn, I stood and went to Grizzly. I flipped him over onto his back.

"Grizzly?" I asked, "Are you still there?"

He mumbled something.

"What?" I asked.

"This sucks" I heard him say.

"Are you okay?"

"He won't be!" Came Bleddyn's voice behind me.

I turned, seeing him standing over me, blade in hand. I stood, drawing my blades and guns again.

He tipped his head to the side for a moment, "That's not doing you any good girly" He said, reaching back and pulling his blade's sheath off his back. It was an interesting shape, with the bottom end of it being wider than the blade itself. The tip of it was open as well, and I saw a tube attached to the opening on the other side going to a pack on his back that I hadn't noticed. A trigger popped out from the sheath, and he pulled it. Fire spewed out from the tip.

I raised my blades in an attempt to protect myself and put up my aura. I flew backwards, breaking through the wall and landing in the street.

As I stood, coughing up dust, I saw Bleddyn walk out from the hole in the house. There were screams from civilians all around me as they ran. Yeah, they really should, I thought. My rear end hurt and my back ached, but I raised my hands nonetheless, ready to face the man yet again.

"You've got guts." He said, "Facing the minion of the strongest man alive like that"

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

"Rain Fall." He replied, "You're messing with the wrong man's minion"

I was shocked and angry that I'd let him go so easily, but I pushed that aside to focus on the task at hand. "But you know why I'm willing to fight you?" I asked, "Because like you said, you're just the minion"

He frowned and charged, blade raised above his head. I pointed my hands at him and started firing, each shot deflected by his massive aura. When he was finally within a few feet of me, I charged. We clashed blades briefly before drawing back and going in for another immediate attack. I knew his style by now, so it wasn't nearly as difficult as before to counter his moves. Nevertheless, his aura had hardly changed, and I could barely break it.

With each swing I felt new strength fill my body. I'd felt it in previous fights, but never understood why. I still didn't, but I didn't question it. Instead I let it happen and enjoyed its benefits. Maybe it was my semblance and I just didn't know it. I began attacking quicker and with more power, and eventually I was landing attacks on him. Blood flew everywhere as we fought, but each scar was healed almost immediately. I just need to wear down his aura until there's nothing left, I thought. I felt power surge through my body until I thought I'd explode with it all and desperately tried to throw it all on Bleddyn, just in case I could explode.

I swung out my foot, ripping his cheek open again. Blood flew out, but he kept fighting, the scar healing almost immediately. I blew a hole in his shoulder, and it started to heal, but it was different this time. After watching his wounds heal for at least twenty minutes straight I was used to the rate at which they did so. His shoulder healed slower. I'm breaking him down! I thought, slicing at his arm.

Suddenly I felt something pierce my belly. I tried to keep fighting, but it was nearly impossible. Looking down, I saw his fingers sticking into me. He'd grown his claws back. I stopped fighting back altogether, struggling to even stay on my feet.

"You don't get it, do you?" he asked, "I can never have less than one hundred percent of my aura. Doing something as menial as healing means I'm using more of my aura at once"

I fell to my knees, feeling my consciousness slipping away.

"Sorry girly," he said, "but like I said, you were just delaying the inevitable" He raised his blade above his head, preparing to bring it down on me. I couldn't fight back, there was no way I had the strength. I fell flat on my face, my head hitting some of the debris from the explosion.

I felt him swing his blade above my head as I fell. "Dammit" He muttered. I almost laughed inwardly, but I had so little strength that I couldn't do anything but keep myself awake.

I felt the tip of his blade resting against my back a moment later, then it lifted and never returned. I heard him yell, then lost consciousness.

So there you have it. Ember's weapons revealed. Some of my personal favorites too, especially the feet-whips.

Fun fact: I created Bleddyn while writing Roy's second home invasion, but decided at the last minute not to introduce him yet. I wanted to save him for a good time, and I figured now was a good a time as any.

Also, Rain Fall's back. And Bleddyn is his minion. Seems like everyone's got a minion eh? Basically just an excuse for me to have more major villains. But they still serve an important role in the story, don't you worry. With four baddies, four minions, and eight goodies that makes for some even climax match-ups (that's not the reason by the way, I only just thought of that)

I hope you guys took note of Ember's battle skills (hint hint)

Anyways, that's about it. As usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to and I'll see you all in the next chapter!