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Oscar knew he was dreaming. Everything around him was evident of that fact. He was on a destroyed version of the ship they were on. Fires burned everywhere, passengers jumped into the water, putting themselves at the mercy of the grimm, rather than face the fires. Oscar watched in horror. He looked around and saw something which further disgusted him. The girls of team RWBY, laying there charred, much of their skin blackened. As he watched on horrified, Ruby slowly lifted her head. Oscar gasped.
"Please… help…" She pleaded, her every move tearing the brunt skin and leaking blood onto the deck. She crawled towards him a few inches before her strength gave out and she died before him.
"Oh shit… what have we done?" Oscar asked himself regretfully. His feelings of remorse and sadness only escalated until he awoke with a start.
"Oscar!" Valerie yelled, jolting Oscar from his nightmare. He quickly realized he was in a cold sweat and pushed himself to sit up against the wall.
"You look like you've seen hell." Damien said, his injuries looking more healed than before.
"I think I was there." Oscar joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Valerie said you guys got the last of them… so I guess we gave all of them over." Liara said, a hint of regret in her voice.
"Yep." Oscar answered shortly, the same regret evident. The four of them sat there in silence when a small piece of paper fluttered down from the ceiling.
"Oh god." Valerie said, suddenly feeling sick. Oscar gently picked up the letter and read it.
"Congrats,
You did as we asked, and the mistress had been pleased. She wishes to initiate you into… the system. Be at room 002 by midnight tonight. This is also not a request. It is an order. Welcome to the system.
Oscar finished and the paper burned up, leaving behind the slightest whips of smoke. Oscar sat back, and sighed deeply.
"Are we really going to go?" Damien asked incredulously.
"We can't it's definitely a trap." Valerie insisted.
"Why would they trap us after we did all that work for them?" Liara asked.
"Definitely tying up loose ends." Damien explained.
"But we've never seen any of them, and none of their notes seem to leave even the slightest trace." Liara argued.
"It clearly doesn't matter to these people." Damien countered.
"We're going." Oscar spoke up, earning him strange glances from the rest of his team.
"What!?" Valerie demanded.
"If they wanted to tie up loose ends already we'd have died in our sleep. We are going to go, because no matter what. I want to know who these bastards are." Oscar explained.
"It would be nice to put a face to a name." Liara admitted.
"We need some kind of plan before we go in though. It would be stupid and reckless of us to try this unprepared." Damien said, making sure his leader had thought this through.
"Definitely. I was just thinking the same thing. This is what we should do." Oscar said. His team huddled around him and started to converse and create a plan for meeting their mysterious benefactor.
At Beacon academy. Allister was getting more anxious. Yang hadn't texted him in three days, and he couldn't help but worry about his girlfriend.
"Do you think she's in trouble?" Allister asked, leaning over towards Darron.
"I think that they are fine. Don't worry about her. She's probably more equipped to take care of herself than you." Darron answered.
"In most situations, not a fight." Allister countered.
"Don't worry about it." Darron reassured his partner. On the inside however, he had his own doubts. From Blake's request to fight him to their touching call, to the sudden silence he was getting from her as well. Darron looked to Zade who was fiddling with a pencil rather than taking notes. He knew that he was also being eaten up at the lack of communication from his wife. The three of them were so used to having the girls worry about them on missions, that being on the other side of the situation had barely occurred to them. Max was the only one who didn't seem to be taking it to hardly.
"How are you not freaking out?" Allister whispered over to Max.
"Quite frankly, I don't expect them to get into the same level of clusterfucks that we keep getting stuck in." Max explained.
"Alright that's fair I guess." Allister admitted.
"We'll stop by Ozpin to see if he knows anything after." Darron suggested, and the rest of team ENDD nodded.
"Mind if we tag along?" Jaune whispered from the row behind Darron. Darron gave a curt nod.
"Thanks." Jaune added, sitting back in his seat. Team ENDD focused on their classes, trying to keep their minds off the many perils the girls might be enduring.
That night Oscar and his team quietly made their way to the room that team RWBY was staying in during their time on the ship. It was midnight and most of the passengers were concentrated around the bars, and other sections of the ship, so they seemed a bit more lax about being caught, but none of them could shake the unnerving feeling that Oscar's plan would unfortunately fail. As they approached the door they could see that the door was still wedged open. Oscar gently pushed the door open, and the four of them look amazed. Standing before them were Ester and Allison.
"Ester!" Liara cried. She couldn't hold her feelings in as she pushed past Oscar and went to hug Ester. He held out his arms to her, but as she tried to grab on to him, her arms passed right through him. All four of them looked in horror as the their two friends slowly faded down. Liara stepped back, and clenched her fist angrily as almost hysterical laughter came from behind the illusions. They looked up and were all struck with fear at the sudden revelation of their benefactors. One of them was unfathomably tall. An adonis to the point where it was grotesque. His muscles bulged under his skin and threatened to burst through. He gave each of them a smirk. The other was a small girl with a hood drawn far over her head. Her cloak went down to her ankles, and her sleeves down past her hands.
"Who are you?" Oscar asked, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over them.
"We are your benefactor's can't you tell?" The large man asked condescendingly in a threatening russian accent.
"We got that far." Damien asked angrily.
"I'm Goliath." The large man added.
"You may address me as Dreamwalker." The shorter girl said.
"I see. Why the sudden interest in us?" Valerie asked, holding her sykes's uneasily.
"Well… Mistress though the ranks had gotten… a little disloyal. So we had to take some of the appropriate steps. Now we were tasked with finding some replacements." Dreamwalker explained.
"I'd say we did quite a fantastic job. Four fine soldiers perfect for our line of work." Goliath agreed.
"And what makes you think that we want this position?" Oscar asked.
"Fuck that! I want to know what the fuck that shit was with Ester and Allison!" Liara finally spoke up, stepping forward.
"How perfect that those two answers coincide. Let me tell you a little story of four huntsmen in Atlas, angry at the Schnee dust company for their own reasons, and very valid reasons at that. Maybe they killed your family, or stole your land. Whichever, is not as important. You all wanted to be good huntsmen but deep in the recesses of your mind you couldn't fathom serving the Atlesian military which was so bound to the Schnee dust. All you needed was two people to bring you together, to stroke the fears of your hate and rile you up, and to be the perfect martyrs for your cause." Dreamwalker explained.
"What does that mean?" Liara growled.
"We've had our eyes on recruiting you for months. Ester and Allison were the perfect tools to the perfect end, though I'd never imagine one of my creations would be so… persuasive." Dreamwalker confessed, seemingly staring straight at Liara. Liara took a moment to understand what she was being told, and started to shudder.
"That mean…" Oscar trailed off.
"Yep! All illusions, from day 1. It's one of my most cunning pieces of work yet. You believed they'd die for you and you'd die for them. So when they did die it only made you hate the Schnee dust company more, and push you right into our hands. We knew Ironwood would send someone after you, and we wanted to see if you could follow orders. The final test of your strength to the mistress." Dreamwalker laughed again.
"You bastards." Liara seethed.
"Don't be mad at Dreamwalker. This is what she does. Once you join us, you'll have the pleasure of seeing how it affects… other people" Goliath offered.
"Who is this mistress? And why did you want to kidnap the girls chasing us?" Damien asked, trying to steer the conversation from the inevitable truth they'd all have to face, that they were one hundred percent duped.
"That is not for you to know. Only the chosen know of her divine authority." goliat spoke in a solemn, almost reverent tone.
"Besides. It's not like you can go anywhere now." Dreamwalker added. The four stood there, staring at the depraved people before them.
"Wait wait. What did you do with those girls?" Valerie asked, the knot in her stomach getting ever tighter. A creepy grin rose across goliath's face.
"Come and see." Goliath invited. He stepped over to the side of the room, and pulled back a sliding door. The four looked into the room and gasped. Liara and Damien started to tear up and Valerie grabbed onto Oscar's arm tightly. Inside the room were the four members of team RWBY. They were chained and hanged by their hands, their clothes were torn, their skin was bruised all over, and multiple bone breaks were evident. Blood trickled down their bodies and pooled on the floor.
"What… the fuck… did we do?" Damien asked.
"You served mistresses agenda. These girls will be the flashpoint necessary to draw out her real enemies." Dreamwalker explained.
"Zade." Oscar whispered.
"Bingo." Goliath answered.
"Why involve us. Why not just use your power to render them unconscious?" Damien asked.
"Where's the fun in that?" Dreamwalker countered, smiling to herself. The four kept staring at them when Ruby, very lightly, started to raise her head.
"Oh shit." Valerie said, as Ruby opened one eye, her other to swollen.
"Thanks a lot." Ruby said, weakly but managing some sarcasm.
"We're sorry… we didn't know." Oscar pleaded, teary eyed himself.
"It's fine… no one knew, just help." Ruby whispered, in too much pain to bother with a bullshit conspiracy which the four fugitives obviously knew nothing about. She glanced over at her battered teammates, who were arguably in much worse condition than she was.
"They put up a good fight. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed breaking someone so much." Goliath said, holding Ruby by the chin. Ruby looked up at him, not a shred of fear in her eyes, and spit blood on his face.
"See… this is what happens when we let mercenary bastards run around unchecked. They make others fearless. It is our job to reinstitute that fear." Goliat explained, cracking his fist over the top of Ruby's head, making her black out again.
"Hey hey, not so hard. We want them to be recognizable when we send them back." Dreamwalker chided.
"I know I know. It seems like such a waste, why let such vermin loose with potential to recover?" Goliath asked, already knowing the answer.
"Because when we're done, no one will have the courage to rise against us." Dreamwalker explained, and the two of them laughed evilly.
"I love when you speak of breaking wills." Goliath complemented, and Dreamwalker gave a mock bow. Oscar kept staring at the hanging forms of team RWBY and placed a hand on his warhammer. The four of them turned around and stared at the two chosen, drawing weapons and taking defensive positions in front of the girls. Dreamwalker seemed to gasp almost comically.
"Oh no! Their morals kicked in. They must want to help the poor little girls escape their inevitable fate for just a few moments longer." Dreamwalker laughed, Goliath looked amused and turned around.
"This is far more than that. This is for using us, hurting us, and dangling our deepest desires just out of reach. We would never work for you, and you can tell this mistress of yours that she can go fuck herself." Oscar declared, preparing to use his semblance.
"Such a waste of fine talent. Oh well. The mistress would be furious if she knew we went easy on some loose ends." Goliath said, seemingly sadly.
"I'm never one to turn down the practice though." Dreamwalker joked. Oscar sneered at her. Much to his team's chagrin, Dreamwalker pulled out her scroll and read something quickly. Oscar and company were tense, full of adrenaline, and ready for the fight of their lives, but their enemies just seemed to be taking it causally. Dreamwalker placed her scroll away and looked up at Goliath.
"5 minutes. Can we do that?" She asked.
"We can do this in 2 if we go slow." Goliath chuckled. Apparently that was the final straw as Oscar tossed a whole volley of swords, which were soon wielded by 20 soldiers.
"Make that 3." Goliath corrected, as he walked towards the soldiers. The first on slammed its blade on Goliath's skin as hard as possible, but it shattered against the toughness of his skin. With a flick, Goliath sent the soldier flying out the window and through the veranda railing, into the ocean. He looked slightly aggravated as Oscar's soldiers kept attacking him. Goliath picked up one soldier, and snapped its spine over his knee. He grabbed another one, and popped its head off. Another fell, after having its arms ripped from its sockets. Oscar had never seen his semblance so adequately and uncaringly overwhelmed, and readied himself for one hell of a fight.
Damien on the other had, decided to take out Dreamwalker first. He unfurled his staff into a gatling gun type weapon and started to crank it. Damien cursed to himself when he realized it was jammed. Damien turned it back into a spear and started lashing out at Dreamwalker. She expertly dodged each strike by the smallest possible margin, angering Damien even further. She danced effortlessly around his spear and landed a number of slashed against him. Damien stepped back, and caused the world to slow down around him. Damien used his semblance as much as he could force it and stabbed forward rapidly, littering hundreds of strikes on Dreamwalker. Damien was subsequently caught of guard, when Valerie's voice came from her. Damien shook his head and realized that he had been fighting Valerie all along.
"Fuck!" he shouted, but was promptly silenced when he felt Dreamwalker behind him. She pressed something, thinner than a pin, on his back.
"Welcome to your own hell." Dreamwalker whispered in his ear. Damien started screaming.
Oscar, and Liara were getting tossed around by Goliath, while Valerie watched on horridly. They all turned to Damien, when without explanation, had lost all of his clothing, his body had been flayed, and deep gashes cut through each of his exposed muscles. Damien fell to the ground and screamed crazily, He bled out quickly and fell silent. Horror covered the fugitives while Goliath looked on with pity.
"My my. you must be in a bad mood." the chosen said, looking upon Damien's mutilated corpse with pity. Dreamwalker declined to respond.
"You Monster!" Valerie screamed, lunging at Dreamwalker. She gasped as she felt Goliath crush her ankle and lift her before him. Oscar and Liara were paralyzed with fear, as Goliath held Valerie by each ankle and started to rip her in half. Valerie screamed as she felt her skin, muscles, and bones strain to hold themselves together. Her body and her aura fought feebly until she was promptly torn into two pieces without much effort. Goliath casually tossed the two halves of Valerie behind him and cracked his neck. Despite their mounting fear. Oscar and Liara forced themselves to their feet, and raced towards the door. As they reached it, they found it blocked by a massive steel plate. Oscar was slamming his hammer on it desperately when the hammer that was Goliath's fist collided with his back, sending him flying through the steel plate and at least 15 other walls. Oscar skidded to a stop and looked up just in time to see Liara, desperately trying to summon wind. Dreamwalker jumped up, sitting on Liara's shoulders. Oscar saw a thin piece of metal poke out from her sleeve just before she shoved it into Liara's eye. Liara screamed in pain, and fell on her back. Dreamwalker used her momentum to land standing as Goliath ended her misery by smashing her skull underfoot. Oscar scrambled to his feet and tried to run, unable to contain his fear any longer. He burst through the door into the hallway, trying to put as much distance between him and the chosen as possible. His escape attempt was thwarted as Goliath came barreling through a wall and tackled Oscar. Oscar raised his hammer and fired a volley of rockets at Goliath's face, point blank. Goliath casually batted away the weapon, receiving not even a scratch from the rockets. He rose to his feet and lifted Oscar by his neck. Oscar struggled and kicked at Goliath, desperate for release. Goliath started to squeeze tighter and tighter, until Dreamwalker appeared behind him.
"He has been chosen." She said deliberately. A sick grin grew on Goliath's face, Oscar could see the razor sharp teeth that lines his jaws.
"Excellent." He said, smacking Oscar unconscious. Goliath returned to the room and collected the girls. The chosen secretly made their way to the top deck, where they watched three black and red bullheads approach. The chosen and their hostages jumped on one as the other two began spinning up their minigun's. Goliath and Dreamwalker watched on smiling as the other two bullheads began destroying the cruise ship, as their bullhead disappeared off into the night.
The door to team ENDD's bedroom slammed open to reveal a less than pleased team ENDD.
"Nothing. How the hell do they have nothing?" Allister asked incredulously as the four filed into the room.
"What makes you think we know?" Max countered, placing Titan on his lap as he sat on Allister bed, next to Allister. Zade leaned against Allister's bed and stood in silent contemplation. Darron walked across the room towards his bed.
"It doesn't matter. It only matters that we trust them." Darron spoke back.
"I guess you're right boss." Allister conceded, placing his head in his hand.
"It's not like we can't save them." Darron chuckled, throwing himself on his bed. All humor left from his body as soon as his weight hit the mattress and he heard an almost inaudible click.
"Allister! Sphere! NOW!" He yelled, his semblance starting to cover his body.
Outside a number of Beacon's students were studying, playing or just relaxing in the cool air of Vale's mountains. They were waiting for curfew, expending the last minutes of their freedom which would become the first minutes of their horror. Without warning, team ENDD's room exploded in a massive fireball, causing the students to gasp in shock. The explosion triggered a number of systematic explosions spanning the length of the Beacon academy dorms. Parts of the building caved in immediately, and other stood burning in blazing flames. The students watched as Darron was thrown from the building, his sword falling out of its sheath and implanting itself in the ground. Darron smacked the ground and rolled across it speedily. Despite his best efforts he still found himself flying off the cliff of Beacon. Darron screamed and flapped his wings uselessly as he fell, hitting numerous rocks on the way down. He hit the ground hard and rolled a few feet before finally coming to a stop. Darron gingerly pushed himself to his feet, his semblance doing a fantastic job of mitigating the damage. Darron limped over to nearby tree.
"What the hell?" He asked breathlessly, resting his weight against the tree. Darron tried to regain his breath, but was stopped short as someone jumped on his back. Darron turned his head to see a man with sickly green eyes staring at him.
"Hiya." he said, in an unusually jocular tone, before opening his mouth wider than any human should be able too. Darron felt as though his energy, his every soul, was being ripped from him. Darron reached back, and grabbed onto the man, using every bit of his energy to throw him over his shoulder. The man his the ground and closed his mouth. Darron promptly punched the man's face and staggered back.
"Why ya gotta be like that?" he asked, genuinely sad as he twisted himself back to his feet.
"The fuck?" were the only words Darron could muster in his weakened state.
"He's like that because he doesn't like you Restrainer." A muffled voice came from behind Darron. Darron turned to see a man decked out in light bomb gear, casually approach him.
"Why doesn't he like me Feuer Brennt?" Restrainer asked, sniffling a little.
"Because you're clearly here to kill me." Darron said.
"You misunderstand. I knew you'd survive. I built that explosion and timed it perfectly so that you would." Feuer Brennt explained.
"We wouldn't dare cost her majesty her entertainment." Restrainer laughed. Darron sneered at the two. He was in no condition for a fight, but if these bastards wanted to take him, they were going to pay the price. Restrainer moved in first, punching Darron in the face. Darron went with the flow and slipped behind Restrainer, holding him by the neck, and punching at his ribs. Restrained unfurled the bladed whip on his wrist and yanked Darron's leg out from under him. Darron grunted as he hit the ground and Feuer Brennt tossed a small orb on his chest. The orb exploded, sending Electricity arcing over all of Darron's body. Darron bit his lip, stifling a scream, as Restrainer tried to suck Darron's energy away again. Darron recovered and punched up at Restrainer, as he was kicked in the head by Feuer Brennt. Darron's head jerked to the side. Darron tried to force his way to his feet, but Feuer Brennt and Restrainer held him down as Restrainer kept sucking his energy. Darron tried to call forth the power of his semblance, but the crimson flames sputtered weakly and were put out. He tried to call forth the black liquid but it evaporated on contact with the air.
"Where the fuck is your sword?" One of the voices chided. Darron scowled and kept struggling against the two chosen.
"We need the sword!" Another voice exclaimed.
"Your weakened without it, and you're too weak to begin with" Another one added. Darron kept trying to force his semblance, but to no avail. Darron struggled to the last but felt the edges of his vision go black until he finally passed out. The two chosen stepped back, and restrainer used his whips to secure Darron to his back.
"He had a lot of power. I'm pumped up now!" Restrainer yelled.
"Yeah yeah let's go." Feuer Brennt agreed, walking into forest, Restrainer skipping alongside.
Up in Beacon's clocktower, Ozpin was meeting with Glynda, and Ironwood.
"I'm worried that the girls haven't checked in a few days." Glynda voiced. Ironwood and Ozpin looked down.
"It is strange that we haven't been able to make any contact with them at all though." Ozpin said, looking at Ironwood. Ironwood crossed his arms.
"It's possible that there is some enemy influence." Ironwood admitted.
"I think it was wise that we kept team ENDD in the dark though." Ozpin added.
"Are you sure. They'll probably go after them themselves." Glynda argued.
"I doubt that. They know how much this means to team RWBY." Ozpin countered.
"Regardless, what would be the point. They have no way of finding them." Ironwood explained.
"They have other methods… though I hope one of those doesn't turn out to be a…" Ozpin's response was cut of as a massive sonic boom rang through the school, and caused the windows of his office to shudder and red light to flood Ozpin's back. Ozpin spun around in his chair, and Glynda and Ironwood walked up to the window. They started out in awe as the dorms burst into uncontrollable flames. No words were exchanged as the three headed straight for the elevator.
Once all the sound of explosions passed, Allister, Max, and Zade were huddled inside a sphere of protective light that Allister used to protect them. The three of them jumped from the burning building and turned to look at the devastation. They took one look as the blaze and immediately jumped into action. Allister stepped to the middle of a nearby field, and created a large dome of light to heal the injured as they were dragged from the building. Zade started teleporting in and out, assisting people to the dome of safety. Max unfurled Titan.
"That was crazy!" Titan yelled.
"Yes I know. Now start putting it out." Max instructed, running back into the burning building. Titan used her built in set of compact dust to switch out her armaments with fire hoses. Titan loaded them with water dust and started systematically trying to put the fire out as fast as possible.
As Allister was healing the people Zade and Max were bringing him. Jaune, Pyrrha and Ren ran up to him.
"What happened?" Jaune asked.
"We're not sure exactly, but it's certainly not good." Allister answered, still focused on healing the victims brought to him.
"Nora!" Ren yelled out, racing towards the building.
"Wait!" Jaune called out, trying to follow his friend.
"Stop!" Allister commanded, halting Jaune in his tracks.
"What?" Jaune asked, still watching Ren run.
"I need you and Pyrrha here, keeping people as far as possible, and guiding the ambulance's over here, and helping out." Allister answered, gesturing to the flying ambulances which rapidly approached the school. Pyrrha and Jaune we're reluctant, but they quickly set to work, calming the other students, and helping where they could.
The first thing Nora registered when she woke up was that her head hurt, badly. She gingerly touched her forehead and felt a nasty gash which was bleeding. Next, she noticed the flames consuming the room, and large hole in the roof. Nora felt herself panic as she tried to sit up. She cried out in pain at the large wooden beam which had fallen on her. Her best guess was that it broke the bone in her pelvis. She placed her hands on the beam and tried to push it off of her. She pushed with all the strength she had available, but she just couldn't budge the beam. Nora laid back down and watched as the fire started to burn at the ends of the beam. Nora felt her heart race as the heat drew closer and closer to her face. She started to breath heavily and jerked her head to the side, when the charred door to her room burst open. Max raced into the room.
"Anyone here!" he called out, looking frantically.
"Over here!" Nora responded. Max crossed the room, jumping over a hole which had appeared in the floor. Max leaned over the bar and looked down at Nora.
"Are you ok?" He asked, examining the bar.
"Yeah. I think so." Nora answered, still eyeing the approaching flames. Max reached down the his belt and cursed when he realized her had left any tools outside.
"Hurry." Nora pleaded, squirming to avoid as much heat as possible. Max grit his teeth.
"Alright, get ready." Max warned her. He cracked his knuckles and grabbed the elevated side of the beam, the fires burning his hands. Max bit hard against the pain and lifted the beam, laying it onto his shoulder. Max ignored the flame, and pushed up hard on the beam. Nora seethed as she felt the weight being lifted off her midsection.
"Oh shit." She said, looking down and seeing the large piece of wood which had pierced her stomach.
"Can you move?" Max asked, feeling the flames begin to scorch his back.
"No." Nora said meekly, desperately trying.
"Crap." Max said, trying to move the beam somewhere where he could put it down. The situation grew more desperate, until Ren came stumbling into the room as well.
"Ren!" Nora called out.
"Nora!" He called back.
"Fuck this. Get her out!" Max barked. Ren jumped right into action. He crossed the room, and gingerly lifted Nora in his arms, nodded at Max and ran out of the room. Max tossed the beam down. Unfortunately, it crashed through the floor, causing Max to fall down a floor. Max grunted as he hit the ground. He was brought back to his sense when he heard a scream. Max looked up and saw a girl, with a smashed leg.
"It's ok." Max reassured, picking up the crying girl, and carrying her out of the building safely.
Allister yelled and instructed the emergency crews as they arrived on the scene. He growled at all of the choppers overhead. Zade kept teleporting in and out, dropping off people. He watched as Ren, and soon Max, came hobbling out of the building. They stumbled into the aura of healing and just laid there. Allister panted, focusing as much as possible at keeping everyone healing. Jaune and Pyrrha had grabbed a bunch of the other professors to help keep the students lucky enough not to be caught in the blasts in order. Allister kept the sphere up as Ozpin walked up to him quickly.
"Explain. NOW!" Ozpin demanded, his voice very full of anger, and a touch of fear.
"Shit happened. We have too many other problems right now." Allister yelled back. Ozpin stepped back, and ran a hand through his hair, obviously stressed. Glynda turned around and promptly started helping maintain order.
"Where the hell is Darron." Ironwood demanded.
"I don't know. Helping? Again another problems." Allister argued. Allister pushed more power into his healing power, changing his tattoo and putting on his Dragon scales increasing the healing power. Ironwood and Ozpin stood there, trying to decide what action to take as the chaos raged on, and the fire burned lighting the night.
In a dark room, light with the dimmest red light, a shadowy figure sat on a large marble throne. The shadow looked to it right at the scroll in its hand. A message scrolled across it.
"Feuer Brennt.
Target acquired."
The shadow nodded approvingly at the message and sat back in its chair. It looked over to the heavily chained coffin to its left.
"Soon." It said, laughing evilly.