This was it. Jet strode forth away from the tents, the others in tow. Finally, after preparing for this moment for all of these years, it was time. He was still in control, and Flux was too prideful to back down on her word. She'd come, and he'd tear her to shreds.
He stood in a clearing, the black aura still radiating off him. It gave him strength, focus, purpose. The darkness had always been his source of strength. And now, he'd use it to completely destroy her.
His Grimm arm twitched in anticipation, ready for the kill. He'd hunt her down, make her rue the day she dared to break away from him. She would die for all she'd done, what she planned to do. Lilac and Nouvelle would be avenged this night.
He summoned his weapons, Doomsayer fitting snugly onto his arm, and Darkening attaching to his other arm. His claws flexed underneath the glove. He turned to face his teammates, the crimson fires combining with the dark aura to create a black and red conflagration that swirled around him, bearing his anger and rage.
Ruby watched from among her team as Jet addressed them. He looked positively frightening with his dark flames and fangs, the shimmering light of his eyes dimly recognisable amongst the glow of his fires. Was he about to make a speech? He raised his lance.
"Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Izzet!" Jet called. "Tonight, at last, we finally find an end to our struggle, our long days and nights of fighting, training and enduring all for this! All for this moment."
The clouds above him started to part. It was night time. The moon started to peek from behind the clouds, and Ruby felt something stir inside her at Jet's words.
"I see in your hearts the doubts, the worries for each other. I see in your minds the questions, the fears and regrets. I see in your hands the weapons needed to fight our enemy. I ask you, are you all ready?!"
"YES!" Ruby roared, and her team took up the call, the volume echoing throughout the flat, snowy lands.
"Are we scared?!" Jet asked.
"NO!" they responded.
"Then I bid you all, stand with me, and we will CRUSH FLUX!" Jet roared, raising his fist. As her team gave their own yells and cheers, Ruby raised her fist. Then, silence fell, until Yang's last echoes faded. Then, a new sound echoed through the field.
A clap. Then another.
Izzet walked out from the group. She was the one clapping. She continued to clap as she stood to their side. All eyes, including Jet's, followed her.
"Quite an arousing speech there." Izzet said, in a light, fluttery voice. Wait a minute. She could TALK?! "How droll."
"What do you mean?" Jet asked her. "And why have you hidden your voice until now?"
"Because it helped me keep up the masquerade." Izzet growled, in a voice so horrifyingly familiar, Ruby could scarcely believe it. Izzet reached up to her eyes, and wiped them. Two coloured contact lenses fell to the floor, revealing red, glowing, bloodshot eyes. Her hair started to sprout from her scalp, as it all turned black.
She crouched, and a 'schplat' sound could be heard as two, black, leathery bat wings sprouted from her winter clothes. Her legs stretched until she was the same height as Jet, and claws appeared on both of her hands. The two swords Izzet normally carried crumbled to dust at her side.
Flux gave a mocking bow, as crimson flames started to dance around her, the same that Ruby could see on Jet. Her lance and shield took shape on her arms.
"Now, let us make things more interesting." Flux crooned, and Ruby felt herself faint, her consciousness slipping away.
Jet watched as Flux pointed at each of his teammates.
"Alpha Lock." she commanded, and blue aura surrounded his allies, in the same fashion as before.
"Just you and me, huh?" Jet growled. His heart was racing, the Grimm part of him desperate to kill her, to satiate its bloodlust.
"Of course." Flux replied. Jet moved without thinking at once, speeding towards her, leaping up into the air before coming down, lance pointed at its target. Flux deflected his strike with her shield, and the loud impact of metal on metal sounded out across the land. Jet slashed aggressively, swinging at Flux incessantly, repeatedly, but every single strike he made was either deflected by Flux's shield or parried by her lance.
"What is all this?" Flux mocked, ducking a wide sweep and smacking Jet across the cheek with her lance. "You were far more able back then in the arena." Jet felt his fury surge like a tidal wave, and the anger he'd been repressing even in front of his team was coming out.
"It doesn't matter how much stronger you are than me." Jet hissed as he struck again and again, determined to break her guard. "I've suffered long and hard over these years, and now I'm here to finish what I started back in the prison."
"Which prison are we talking about?" Flux grunted as she knocked aside Jet's shield and barged him with her shoulder, knocking him back and trailing red flames. "The one where you tried to have me killed? The one where you decided to start this foolish quest to rid this world of me?"
"Said quest will be FULFILLED!" Jet roared as he leaped over Flux and delivered a strong strike to her back. She was knocked down, and tried to get to her feet, but Jet pinned her down by planting his left foot on her back, which felt stronger and yet, lighter. "You will DIE!" He turned his lance to face her head and plunged downwards, but his enemy vanished, causing the lance to embed itself in the ground.
With a curse, Jet wrenched it out only to feel another impact on the back of his head. He was sent flying forward, landing on his front. He propped himself up on an elbow as Flux bore down upon him, her own flames roaring in stark contrast to her grin.
"You think your half-formed power has anything on mine?" Jet asked her scornfully as he rose to his feet. He could feel the blow stinging, a harsh reminder that Flux could harm him where no mortal could. "You think you, who made the bond incomplete without a fulcrum, can even begin to contend a fully formed angel?"
He charged her, fury in his heart, and she met him with a hatred of her own, her face twisting into a scowl.
"I'm much more than you, half breed." she growled as she swept away his lunge with her lance, and bashed him with her shield. "I've felled you in the past. You've been entirely subjugated to me. It was because of me that you survived your whole, miserable existence. Even now, when I was with you since the sewers, you still move around like a headless wolf in a calm and collected sheep's clothing! Face it! You're WEAK!"
She swung in a wide loop and caught Jet by surprise, smashing her lance, hard, into the left side of his face, knocking him backwards once again. Jet fell, but the enraged Flux didn't stop there. She was on top of him as soon as Jet's back connected with the ground. Jet tasted blood as she raised her lance, which was glowing white hot with her malice.
Jet's weapons had gone flying from the impact. He was completely defenceless, his godly aura being of no protection against an enemy such as Flux.
"Let's see who is the true immortal here!" Flux screeched, before she plunged the white-hot, steaming lance straight into Jet's left eye, the last thing Jet heard being the crack of his own skull before pain and his own black aura caused him to pass out.