Yang watched in awe as Pyrrha and Jaune stepped to the front of the crowd, arms up, palms out.
She knew what they were doing, but didn't think it would work. There was no way Jaune nor Pyrrha were that powerful.
That ship had to be as big at least as massive as Beacon.
That being said, her jaw dropped when the beast's nose sagged toward the water. Explosions rocked the engines as they strained against the magnetism. Pyrrha's signature black glow shone like a shield, forcing the giant into the water.
Its massive size and surprising buoyancy caused the top back half to stick out of the water, thick black smoke seemed to emanate from the metal itself.
It wasn't until the smoke suddenly surged towards them did Yang realize what it was.
Fighters.
Jaune and Pyrrha collapsed, Nora and Cardin caught each respectively, and dragged them behind the line.
Realizing their leadership was unconscious, Yang decided to step in, "Guns up, everyone. We brought down the beast… but its babies are comin'." Next to her, Blake gave a weird look, before rushing toward their fallen commanders.
The Atlesian soldiers were clearly afraid. She tapped one on the shoulder, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"You know how many fighters there are in that thing?" She asked.
"Uh. Don't know… five thousand?" He squeaked.
"On a bad day." His adjacent comrade spoke up.
For once, Yang was at a loss for words. She wasn't great at math, but 5,000 ships, each carrying 10 soldiers and 2 paladins… Way too many mechs.
Weiss ran up behind her, "If I heard correctly, there's 100,000 enemies heading towards us right now. And we have, what?" She stared into space for a few seconds, "little over 5,000!?"
"It's too late to call for help. Maybe if Pyrrha or Jaune gets up, maybe they can…?" She looked behind her.
Her two friends were still out cold. Jaune had noticeable changes. His hair was almost all red, and much longer.
Yang noticed Pyrrha seemed to have a blonde-white highlight in her hair now. Odd. Jaune's semblance only worked one way. Right?
She couldn't think about that now. She had a shitstorm of metal enemies' right ontop of them, and no plan of action.
"ALRIGHT. FRONT LINE. READY TO FIRE ON MY MARK!" She called out as loud as she could.
The ships were so close she could see the reflection of the mechanical pilots in the windows.
"FIRE!" She screamed, and the front line erupted.
Almost seemed like their guns were shaking the ground.
No. Not their guns. The whole air seemed to be vibrating.
Yang looked up in confusion, only to see another cloud of 'smoke' begin to blot out the sun.
More ships.
"God damn it. LOOK UP, LINE TWO! LOOK UP!"
Before the second line could follow orders, Yang watched the new cloud fly over Beacon, totally avoiding the students, and flying instead towards the Atlesian fleet.
"YANG, LOOK AT THE LEAD SHIPS!" Blake called out.
Squinting, she recognized the symbol emblazoned on the side.
A wolf's head with three claw marks.
"It's the Fang?" Yang asked herself aloud, now expecting the clouds to converge together on the school.
What happened next was almost as unexpected as Jaune and Pyrrha's magnetic feat.
The White Fang began firing on Atlas.
She watched as the Atlesians lines fell into disarray, before quickly reforming, and engaging the new threat.
"There's no way the Fang has that many ships." Blake said, suddenly at her side.
Yang squinted again.
In addition to the bloody symbol of the white fang, she also spotted a familiar bird with cogs imprinted over it.
She recognized that symbol as her Uncle Qrow's… but it was red, and seemed painted with thick red paint.
By now, most of the Atlesian Mechs had begun the ground assault, and the Beacon defense line was well engaged.
"Atlas is fighting a war on two fronts. We… we might survive this." Blake said hopefully.
A White Fang transport and a 'Qrow' transport swung low, each depositing a small party.
"Adam?" Blake whispered in shock.
A tall red-haired guy with bull horns and a large white mask stood scowling at the school.
The other person, an equally tall woman with an even bigger, more elaborate white mask stood next to him.
"M-Mom?" Yang whispered.
The black and yellow pair cautiously approached the black and red pair.
"Adam… What…?" Blake began.
"I'm here for the Faunus in your school. And as much as I despise humans, I despise this… Technology even more."
"And I'm here to settle a debt. Nothing more, nothing less." Raven Branwen said before taking off towards the front lines.
Blake, Adam, and Yang followed suite.
The line was all but demolished, with large skirmishes happening here in there.
The Battle of Beacon had finally begun.