A/N: Sorry for the later-than-usual update, folks. I fell into the old author trap of never quite being happy with the chapter and kept tweaking it here and there and here again and there again... you get the idea.

Once again, a big thanks, as this chapter would likely look a lot worse if not for the diligent beta-reading of Zam from Spacebattles!

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, it belongs entirely to Rooster Teeth.

"How on Remnant am I going to get there quickly enough to help?"

This was the line Weiss Schnee was frantically muttering to herself as she raced out of the school. The docks were some distance away, at the other end of the city even. There was little chance she could run and get there in time to help...

Her attention was drawn by a noise from above – and suddenly, she had a plan.

And surely she wouldn't get that many detentions for it, right?

Neo shook her head in exasperation as the two Twins prepared to fight her, as though they honestly thought they could win.

In any other situation, she may have found it amusing. Given the circumstances, however, she really, really didn't. She took a step forwards, intending to put the pair down quickly.

Miltia began to make a move. Neo tensed in readiness – but Miltia didn't move forward. She turned to her left, and swung directly at Melanie's torso.

It was such a bizarre action to take in a fight that Neo stopped outright in shock.

"Now!"

That shock was magnified and added to a not-insignificant amount of confusion when Miltia's claw collided not with her sister's chest, but with Neo's face. Taken completely off guard by the impact, Neo was bowled over and sent tumbling before she rolled to her feet. Miltia charged at her this time – ducking low and attempting an uppercut. Neo's parasol went low to block the attack – it never came.

"Now!"

Instead, accompanied by a shout of exertion, Melanie's leg smashed down on her from above, once again catching her off-guard, and sending her bouncing heavily off the ground. Neo flipped backwards onto her feet, and regarded the pair warily, one, simple thought running through her mind:

What the hell was that?

"Yeah, I guess we forgot to tell you," Melanie drawled.

"But we discovered our semblances," Miltia smirked, "Sucks to be you, huh."

Well. That changed the equation somewhat.

Neo's mind raced through the previous exchange, trying to work out what it was they were actually doing. She decided to try and take the offensive, and draw it out of them. Darting forward, she moved to attack Melanie, feinting high, and allowing herself a moment of satisfaction when her target took the bait, before ducking into a low kick.

"Now!"

But, just like before, things changed. Her kick was blocked by the crossed arms of the kneeling Miltia, shortly before she was forced to cartwheel back by a vicious kick from Melanie.

They can switch positions with each other? But then...

"Now!"

Just as she got to her feet, the world changed again – and she was standing right to Miltia, barely managing to react in time to parry a group of quick strikes, before lashing out with her parasol and forcing the other girl to back off.

No. They're the same power, but slightly different. Miltia can switch her position with Melanie, and Melanie can switch her position with me, maybe?

It was quite the infuriating pair of semblances to fight against – particularly for a technical fighter like Neo, who was really, really not keen on the idea of not being in control of her position on the battlefield.

That didn't mean she didn't have an idea of how to beat it, though.

In an instant, she had covered half of the ground between her and the twins.

"Now!"

She grinned.

"It didn't-"

So you need to know exactly where I am to switch places with me. Good to know. She feinted with a low attack, this time – lashing out with her parasol toward Melanie. Miltia anticipated the feint, and switched with Melanie at the last moment, holding a high guard in preparation to block Neo's attack.

It wasn't a feint. Her parasol smashed into the other girl's gut, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying backwards. Taking advantage of Melanie's momentary surprise, she leapt up onto the other girl's shoulders, the momentum of the jump forcing her down to the ground. Neo turned the jump into a roll just as they were about to hit the hard surface, and, wrapping her legs around her opponent's upper body, proceeded to throw Melanie, sending her tumbling across the ground with a startled yelp of pain. Neo came to a stop on one knee.

And this switching places trick can be just as much of a gamble for you as it can for me.

The pair pulled themselves to their feet. She shot them a challenging smirk.

Melanie looked incensed for a moment, before she seemingly noticed something, and smirked back. "Yeah, I wouldn't sit there with that look on your face if I were you."

Miltia joined in with the other's amusement. "You should probably check your face."

My face? What? Neo then felt a strange wet sensation trickling down her forehead. She raised her hand to feel it, and stared at the red liquid dripping from her fingers.

"First blood," Melanie said smugly.

"Looks like your training paid off, Sarge," Miltia gloated.

Both took a step forward.

"Little girls like to run their mouths."

They paused, eyes widening in shock.

"They won't enjoy pissing me off enough to make me want to run mine."

The area near the vehicle bay had gone silent for a moment, with the appearance of the new arrival.

"It... really is you, isn't it?" Blake finally asked, moving away from the criminal she had previously been holding hostage, "You're the ones who have been stealing all of the dust. Why? Why would you do this?"

"I told you to get out of here," Adam replied shortly, "I'd recommend you do so, now."

"I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on," Blake clenched her fist around the grip of Gambol Shroud, "The White Fang's descent into thievery and murder was the reason I left, and now you want me to just walk away?"

Adam was silent. "And this is why I never wanted to see you again," he said after a moment.

"I didn't think you would be so eager to throw away our friendship," Blake responded quietly.

"I never wanted to see you again because of our friendship," he growled, "Blake. Did you ever wonder why we never went after you? Why we didn't hunt you down after your desertion?"

Blake had wondered about it. A lot. "I assumed you couldn't find me."

"Please," Adam snorted, "You're not that good at staying hidden."

"Okay, then," Blake snapped, "Why?"

"Because I stopped them."

Blake reeled back in shock.

"Because I thought, no, I hoped that you left because you were tired of fighting. That, I could have accepted. That, I could have understood. That, I wouldn't have begrudged you. I never wanted to see you again because if I hadn't, it meant you were lying low, and living out a quiet life."

"Or I could have been dead."

"I have enough faith in your ability to survive," Adam responded evenly, "I taught you, remember."

How could I forget. "I didn't leave because I wanted a quiet life," Blake shook her head, "I left because what we were doing was wrong! Killing, stealing, terrorising people – it's not the right way!"

"It's the only way," her former mentor replied angrily, "The Humans have proven, again and again that they will not give our people the equality that should have been ours by right! Negotiating did not work. Peaceful protest fell on deaf ears," he took a deep breath to calm himself, "No. Violence is the only thing they'll listen to. You know it. Our methods are working."

"You're no better than they are," Blake told him sadly.

"We are defending ourselves," Adam growled, "We did not start this. But we will finish it. So what now, Blake? What will you do? Raise your weapon against the people who once called you their sister? The ones who took you in, fed you, put a roof over your head? Will you try to cut me down with the skills I taught you?"

Blake felt herself falter. Her sword and sheath lowered to her sides. Then, involuntarily, she recalled a throwaway line from the conversation she had been in with Velvet the night before.

"It takes a special kind of bravery to go against your friends, even if you know they're wrong, Blake."

She took a deep breath. Her sword and sheath rose again, and she took a step forward.

"Well, Blake?" Adam watched her calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"Be a special kind of brave, I guess," she muttered.

Any reply he could have made was cut off as a clone appeared in her place, and her sword descended towards his head.

Finally, she attacks him, Roman internally praised as his new-found distraction engaged the White Fang leader, who he gathered was called 'Adam', I was starting to wonder if I'd wandered onto the set of a Cherry Springer episode. He paused. Actually, that could still be happening.

With that person occupied, he could now direct his attention onto other matters.

Like the missiles currently flying toward him.

He jumped behind one of the cargo containers surrounding the vehicle bay, bracing himself as the explosions went off nearby. Leaning out of his cover for a moment, he returned fire with Melodic Cudgel, firing a series of explosive rounds at Junior, sending the man scrambling for cover behind another container as the ground he had previously been standing on exploded.

"You're a goner, Torchwick," Junior called out, "No little girl to save you now!"

"If you didn't notice, you idiot," Roman replied back, "One just did. But," he smirked as he stepped out of cover, "I don't need anyone's help to put you down."

In response, the Bartender leaned out and fired another set of missiles at him. Roman reacted instantly, Melodic Cudgel snapping up and firing off four explosive flares. The rounds intercepted the missiles in mid-flight – due to the explosive radius of his weapon, he only needed to fire three rounds to stop Junior's attack. The fourth collided with the wall Junior was currently peering out of, sending him flying across the ground.

Junior growled as he pulled himself to his feet. "Get him!"

His men charged at Roman from all directions. They had brought around fifteen of them for the heist.

He didn't even bother suppressing his chuckle - that wasn't even enough to slow him down.

A round from his weapon detonated in the midst of three of them, sending them flying. Three more lined up, pulled their pistols and started firing at him. His cane shot into motion, deflecting each bullet with relative ease. Then, in an instant, the curved handle of his cane shot out, grasping onto the collar of the man furthest to the left, before a quick jerk of Roman's arm sent him tumbling into his fellows. The handle snapped back into place in time for Roman to block the blow of another man – who dropped like a stone when Roman kneed him hard in the crotch.

He winced internally. Wow, you know, that might be the first thing I actually regret doing. He fired off two more rounds at the ground with Melodic Cudgel, the explosives stopping the advance of another group of Junior's goons, giving Roman time to focus on two others coming from behind him. Roman laughed as the first went down, gasping for air from the edge of Melodic Cudgel slamming into his throat. The second was knocked out instantly by a hit to the temple.

Roman turned around, cane flipping in his hand again to wrap around the leg of another goon, yanking it out from under him and putting him on his back. Before the man could get up again, Roman's foot smashed his head into the ground. Getting bored of beating down the crooks at this point and wanting to end things quickly, Roman opened fire again, swiftly dispatching the remaining minions.

Junior stared in shock.

"What," Roman rolled his eyes, "Did you really think that just because I make Neo do all my heavy lifting, I can't fight?"

In response, Junior's missile launcher folded into the form of a large club, and, with a growl, he charged at Roman.

Adam's sword flashed as he parried several quick strikes from Blake, before attempting a counter – which did nothing but slice through another doppelganger. So far, she was keeping him on the defensive – a sound idea, but he wondered how long she could keep up this kind of pressure.

Front. Left. Above. Right. Behind. Like a flurry of blades, Blake attacked him from all sides, trying to find a way through and put him down quickly, but was having great difficulty in doing so.

Seeing an opportunity, he counter-attacked – his slice extending well past the end of his sword thanks to Aura and cutting through the air around her position. Once again, all he managed to hit was a clone – she was making heavy use of her semblance again, as she did when she had fought on his side.

There's a problem with doing that against someone who knows you too well.

He observed her more closely. He saw her eyes flick upward for an instant, and his sword flashed out. Blake's clone was left behind – but her actual body appeared right in the way of his slash, and she was sent flying with a startled cry as she barely brought her sword up in time to block.

"You still haven't paid attention to what I taught you," he said condescendingly.

He knew how far she could move with that trick – and if she left a tell as to where she'd move, he would literally know where she would be before she got there. It wouldn't be a problem against anyone else, but against him? It was a fatal error.

She pulled herself to her feet, and eyed him warily, before charging him once again, presumably hoping to regain the initiative.

He saw her eyes flick to the right. Turning, his sword flashed out...

And hit nothing.

His own eyes widened behind his mask as he was hit in the back several times in short succession by her dual swords – he frantically turned to defend himself, but she was gone again. He took another hit to the back, before, with a growl of exertion, he became a whirlwind of motion, sword flashing around in every possible direction. Blake was forced to back away, temporarily, but had still scored significant hits.

"Or maybe I did," she retorted in satisfaction.

She reeled me in. Clever.

He considered the previous exchange in begrudging approval. Either she had realised her mistake quickly enough and capitalised on it, or she remembered that he knew her tells, lured him in by letting him score that hit and used it against him.

Either way, it was impressive.

"I thought leaving would have turned you soft," he chuckled darkly, "But it won't matter."

She growled, and launched herself at him again. This time, her eyes didn't leave him.

His reactions were put to the test as she began hitting him from several different angles. Adam turned, span, twisted and slashed to parry or avoid her furious series of attacks – until she attacked from his front, and overextended herself. He leapt on the opportunity, sword flashing out as he turned to the left, knocking the sword part of Gambol Shroud out of her hand. Using the motion, he turned full-circle and slashed out at the hand holding the sheath with a roar. Her second blade tumbled out of her hand and toward the ground.

He had disarmed her. It was ov-

WHAM.

He was almost sent reeling by the fist that smashed into his cheek. The following blows succeeded in doing so, as Blake's fists savagely mauled his face, extracting grunts of pain.

Finally getting his bearings after her unexpected brawling, his own hand lashed out and wrapped around her neck like an iron vice. Disorientated by the sudden loss of air, her assault stopped for a moment.

Not giving her any time to regroup, he lifted Blake bodily off the ground by her neck, and with a shout, threw her several meters into the air. His sword exited it's sheath again – the aura-extended slash this time striking true, and landing a direct hit on Blake, who cried out in pain, before hitting the ground. She didn't move.

He paused for a moment, expecting some kind of feint or trick. When it seemed that none were forthcoming, he cautiously began to approach her.

The first thing he noticed was the blood slowly trickling out from her side. Got through her aura. It's done.

She was still alive, only unconscious. He would have to change that.

No matter how much he didn't want to.

He looked down at the beaten form of his friend and protégé, and sighed. "I didn't want it to come to this."

He raised his sheath, and grasped the handle of his sword.

"I'm sorry."

And that was when all hell broke loose.

Ruby frantically scaled the last roof leading to the docks, eyes flicking left and right in an attempt to find her team-mate. Finally, her eyes reached what looked like the parking bay for vehicles.

She caught sight of Blake, lying on the ground, not moving.

She saw an unknown man, standing above her, holding a sword.

She saw red.

"NO!"

The first indication Adam had that there was something wrong was when something hit him hard enough to knock him flying across the length of the vehicle bay, tumbling across the ground until he managed to roll to his feet.

The second indication, once he got up, was the new face standing protectively above the fallen Blake, glaring at him furiously. He vaguely recognised the features – red clothes, giant scythe, he believed she had stopped one of Cinder's robberies, once. Apparently she was Blake's friend. Apparently, it was a small world.

"Get away from my team-mate!"

Then she was gone.

What the -

Only instinct and experience saved him as he desperately brought his sword up in time to block the giant bladed weapon that was suddenly bearing down on him. He tried to counter-attack, but she was long gone – standing back, several meters away, before coming in for another run.

He tried to block again, but wasn't fast enough this time – the scythe clipped him in the side, getting a hiss of pain from him. It hadn't quite broken through his aura, but a direct hit likely would.

Is it teleportation, or just pure speed? His thoughts raced as he tried to figure out how she was disappearing from his sight.

She reappeared some distance away, aiming her scythe at him – his sword leapt up to block the ensuing bullets. While they were significantly more powerful than the ones Blake fired with Gambol shroud, they were still within his ability to block.

Seeing that her gun wasn't effective, she hefted her scythe once again. This time, he was ready for her. As she vanished, he twisted around, spinning his blade like a miniature whirlwind of steel, in the same way he had prevented Blake's multi-pronged assaults earlier. There was a satisfying clang as his sword hit her scythe's handle directly, and knocked her flying away. Adam himself was forced back several feet by the force of the impact.

"Oh dear, I lost my first game!" His attention, and his opponent's, were momentarily taken by yet another new arrival – this one another girl with orange hair, but no notable weaponry.

Another one? Another team-mate, maybe?

"Penny," the girl fighting him ordered, "Stay back! I'm finishing this!"

He tensed, and prepared himself as she disappeared again – only this time, she actually stopped further away from him.

"She knows I can block her rifle..." he almost paled as he realised her intention, "...Oh, shit."

It was a run-up.

She rocketed forwards. He prepared, once again, to attack with his sword – moving at this kind of speed, getting close was as much a gamble for her as it was for him, and her manoeuvrability going at that kind of speed could not have been excellent, so he had a good chance of at least ensuring she collided with his blade - which would certainly be the end of her.

Speeding up further with a shout, she became a literal red blur, twisting so fast that the air around her began to spin like a miniature, horizontal tornado.

He lashed out to the area directly in front of him – and hit nothing. With a cry of exertion, she had come to a complete stop, a few meters in front of him.

It was enough to make him pause in confusion. That was a mistake.

The shock wave hit him with the force of a moving train. Pain racked his body and he could not suppress his shout as a bone-crunching wave of force barrelled into him, sending him flying backwards - straight into the first cargo container he connected with, and clean out of the other side. He continued flying, until he finally found himself embedded in the next one.

The attack wasn't finished with him yet, however. His eyes widened in apprehension as the trailing wind she had generated from her movement picked the first container clean off the ground, and began carrying it towards him.

He frantically tried to pull himself free, but was unable to do so before the container impacted his own with a thunderous crash.

Ruby surveyed the damage caused by her attack. Two of the large cargo containers were basically now a mish-mash of shattered metal. Part of her worried that the bad guy might not have survived it, but she had other matters to consider first.

"That was very impressive, Ruby!" Ruby's newest friend exclaimed in awe as she appeared at her side.

Her amazement turned to surprised fear as Ruby began swaying on her feet. Penny hurried to steady her. "Are you feeling all right, Ruby?"

"Overdid my semblance," Ruby groaned, "Penny, can you put me down and check on Blake? I think she's hurt. I'll be fine."

"I will do it, Ruby!" Penny saluted, letting go of Ruby – who squeaked in surprise as she hit the ground with a quiet 'thump'.

"Right," Ruby muttered painfully to herself from where she was lying, "I guess I need to be a bit more specific with how I word things around you."

A noise from the wreckage made her blood run cold. Tilting her head over to where she had sent her enemy, her eyes widened in fear as she saw him stagger out from the wreckage of the two containers. He looked in a bad way – his mask was cracked up, his clothes torn, he was covered in blood, and he was favouring his left side.

"I swear," he growled, limping towards her, "I'm going to kill every single one of you damn kids."

Ruby tried to pull herself to her feet, but her legs felt as though they were made of lead, and her arms were not much better. Using her semblance so much and so frantically had effectively taken her out of the fight. She made a big gamble, and it had failed.

She blinked as a pair of feet stepped on front of her field of vision.

"I don't want you to hurt my friend," Penny declared.

"Penny, what are you doing? Run!" Ruby urged her.

"Don't worry, Ruby," she beamed, "I am combat ready!"

Ruby felt her mouth open in shock as Penny's backpack opened up, revealing a group of swords. They exited the pack, and began floating around her, like a small swarm of sharpened steel, awaiting the command of their queen.

Despite the severity of the situation, Ruby couldn't quite help herself.

"That is so cool."

Adam warily regarded the floating swords. If she could control all of those at once and independently, he was in serious trouble.

He blinked as the swords, instead of flying towards him as he would have initially assumed, formed together directly in front of her in a steel cylinder.

He resisted the urge to sigh in relief as green energy started to form in the middle of it. Instantly, his hand found his sword handle, and he prepared as quickly as he could. On Blake's last day with the White Fang before her desertion, where they had raided a Schnee Dust Company train, he had absorbed the energy beam of a large robotic defender with his sword, and used it to strike back and destroy the automation. His ability to do so had improved since the, and this girl did not look quite as menacing as the robot had... but he knew looks weren't anything, and he wasn't exactly in top condition.

This is going to be close. It's a good job I've been working on this ability.

Ruby stared in awe as a green ball of energy charged up in the middle of Penny's floating swords.

What's she going to do with that?

Her question was answered as the ball expanded, becoming a large, extended beam that fired off towards the swordsman.

Laser beam. She can fire an actual laser beam, Ruby thought in excitement. Excitement turned to confusion and wariness as the beam impacted the man's sword with an indecipherable noise. However, instead of blowing him away or cleaving through his sword, the beam stopped short once it reached the blade.

Penny frowned, seemingly equally confused.

The man seemed to be straining furiously against something as his sword blocked the beam – until, finally, the energy disappeared entirely, and he staggered slightly, his hair and many of the markings on his tattered clothing now glowing brightly.

Before Ruby could figure out what that might have meant, he returned fire with a quick, horizontal slash, that Ruby actively felt pass over her head. But she wasn't particularly concerned about herself.

She was more concerned about her new friend - whom the extended slash had passed clean through at the middle.

"Oh dear," Penny said faintly, before her legs separated from her body, both halves of the once-whole girl hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Ruby stared, white-faced with horror.

"PENNY!"

Adam gave a painful, but victorious chuckle as he began limping towards the group. He'd finally beaten them all. Killed his first one. Now he just had to kill the other two, jump on the drop ship, and get out of there.

Even as these thoughts of victory rolled through his mind, he couldn't quite help but feel that he had forgotten someth-

BOOM.

"And that," Roman observed, lowering Melodic Cudgel as the White Fang leader fell to the ground, unmoving, "Is why you don't take your eyes off the most underhanded person in the room. Or the docks, as the case may be," he amended, "Am I right, Junior?"

He gave the body at his feet a quick glance. "Ah, I forgot," he palmed his forehead, "Being dead certainly puts a damper on your conversational skills. Though in your case, it probably improved them."

He walked over to the only other conscious person left in the vehicle bay. "Hey, Red! You're welcome!"

The girl was staring in horror at the other girl, who had been sliced in half. Nasty.

"So, err, your friend in black over there saved my life, I saved yours, and probably hers, so despite her holding a sword to my throat, I'd say that makes us even." He neglected to mention that taking down the guy had significant benefit for him, as well. "And, uh, sorry about your friend there being half the girl she used to be?" He really wasn't good at the whole 'comforting' thing. It didn't help that he was normally the reason people needed comforting, of course.

"Your concern is appreciated, sir!" He nearly jumped out of his skin when the bisected girl started talking, "But I am sure they will re-attach them soon enough!"

He stared. "You know, you kids just keep getting weirder."

"P-Penny?!" the red girl gaped.

"Ah!" 'Penny' said, "Uh, it's not what it looks like, Ruby!"

"Err... what do you think it looks like?" Ruby said in shock, "Because to me, it looks like you got cut in half and you're still... well, not dead?"

"I... well..." Penny looked like a person scrambling for an excuse. Roman had seen many in his time.

He was pulled from his own disbelief by a sound coming from above. He looked up, and cursed. "Damn it, the ships!"

Melodic cudgel snapped up, Roman aiming intently, hoping to try and shoot at least one down.

It would turn out that he didn't need to.

"RAAAAAAGH!"

He stared in shock once again as a blonde, teenage girl leapt off a nearby roof and onto the bonnet of one of the Bullheads, before smashing down upon it with a series of mighty punches. Each one sent the dropship lower, as she punched the vehicle all the way to the ground, where it impacted with a thunderous explosion.

The others frantically tried to dislodge their clamps and escape – only for a second one to begin descending to the ground, engines entirely frozen over. It collided with the ground in a huge explosion. A new bullhead came into view from above, this one not painted in White Fang colours, but with the recognisable emblem of Beacon Academy.

"Take us in closer!" Weiss ordered from the door of the Bullhead as they closed in on the other two drop-ships, "I need a clean shot!"

"I'm trying!" the pilot called back. The White Fang ships began ascending, attempting to escape. One turned its mounted gun on Weiss' Bullhead.

"They're shooting back!" Weiss warned the pilot, Myrtenaster snapping into motion. Large walls of ice appeared temporarily in between the ships, taking most of the bullets, only a few getting through to strike Weiss' ship. Eyes narrowing, her rapier blurred up to deflect one that flew dangerously close to her head.

As the ice walls fell to the ground below, her own ship took the opportunity to pull closer, and Weiss saw her opportunity. With a flourish, she fired a series of icy bolts off towards the wing of one of the other ships – while she missed with the first two, the third froze over the engine, causing it to stall. Suddenly only propelled by one side, the vehicle tilted dramatically and began moving sideways.

As Weiss had hoped, its new, uncontrolled course now sent it crashing directly into the White Fang's other Bullhead. Both ships, unable to fly, began toppling out of the air.

"That settles that," she nodded in satisfaction, "Now take us down!"

The two ships hit the ground with yet another large explosion. Roman was equally bemused and thankful that there weren't police and news crews all over the Docks, yet.

He shook his head, deciding not to question good fortune, and turned away from the wreckage. "Well, it looks like they've got things well in hand here. Now where's Neo?"

As if called, the girl appeared, looking quite satisfied, and dropping two unmoving forms at his feet.

He raised an eyebrow at the bloody stain on her face and the girls, who, upon closer inspection, looked somewhat like they had been worked over by an angry Goliath.

He raised the other eyebrow. Wow, she must have been really pissed. "They still alive?"

She reluctantly nodded.

"Let's bring them with us," Roman decided, "Because Junior isn't, and these two are useful enough that I might think about offering them alternative employment."

Now, it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "He knew too much about us to let the authorities get him," Roman explained, "And he wasn't useful enough to justify keeping him alive, unlike those two. The minions don't know enough to cause us problems. Besides," he smirked, "I thought it was about time for Junior's little enterprise to experience a... hostile takeover, if you will."

Nodding in acceptance of his reasoning, she grabbed the two girls by the back of the collar.

Wait, aren't they those girls from Junior's place? Yang thought in confusion, before the four strange individuals seemingly vanished with a shattering of glass. "What the hell? Damn it, never mind that, Bla- RUBY!"

Her eyes lay on her little sister, currently lying on the floor. Yang rushed over frantically. "Ruby! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No," Ruby reassured her hastily, "Just overdid my semblance. Check on Blake!"

"It was very impressive!" Yang did a double take as what was literally half a girl spoke up.

"Yang! Blake! Now!" Ruby urged.

Yang snapped out of her shock, and rushed back towards Blake – who was currently being tended to by Weiss.

The Schnee Heiress looked grim as she turned to the approaching Yang. "She's taken a bad hit. She's bleeding. We've got to get her back to Beacon, right now."

Yang stared in shock at the sight of her partner, unconscious, unmoving, and pale. "Will she be all right?"

"I've covered the wound as well as possible," Weiss explained, "That's the best we can do here, she needs a medical professional and proper facilities. Get her and Ruby, and that other girl, into the ship and get them back to Beacon as soon as you can."

"What about you?" Yang asked, never more thankful that at least one of them could remember everything from the first aid part of their classes.

"I started this mess by opening my idiot mouth," Weiss said bitterly, "The least I can do is restrain these ruffians and guard them until the authorities arrive."

Yang bit her lip. "This isn't your fault," she said after a moment, "Her running away? That was partly on you. But this?" She indicated to the wreckage of the White Fang drop-ships, "This is all those guys. Don't get too hung-up on blaming yourself. If you hadn't brought the ship..." she trailed off, "Just, bear it in mind."

There were more important things to worry about right now than getting angry at Weiss over this. Like getting Blake, her sister and... whoever that crazy half-a-girl was back to Beacon as soon as possible.

She picked up Blake in a princess carry, and hurried over to the waiting transport, as carefully as she could, taking notice of the surroundings as she did so.

What the hell did you get yourself into, Blake?