The massive helicopter swept buckets of sand aside, whirring as it landed on Barney's island, showing no appreciation for the sun baked golden glistening sand, or the fresh green leaves of magnificent trees from which pure, clean drops of dew hung from. They were here for one thing, and one thing only.
As the heavy metal door swung back with a stentorian CLACK, the crew began to dismount.
Looking up to the misty sky, RWBY, Pyrrha and a now fully operating Jaune Arc could see that a whole fleet of helicopters had followed them.
Along with the standard black matte pain job, a bright red symbol of a minacious looking wolf with three claw marks dragged across a white surrounding circle adorned the convoy.
"The White Fang…" Blake muttered angrily. "I should have seen it. But its such a big army."
Cocking her head slightly, Blake whispered to Pyrrha, "What the hell is in Jaune's balls?"
At the moment, Pyrrha wouldn't be the surprised in the slightest if they had discovered that Jaune's balls were actually pure gold, and contained the soul of a mermaid, and granted eternal life if stroked.
"Move!"
A tough, muscular White Fang general pointed a 12 shotgun at their backs. He donned a sleeveless shirt and regular militant trousers and heavy boots, but a mask covered his eyes. Above them, sprung yellow, straight tufts of hair. He would have been handsome, but large, furry ears hung over his hair giving him the look of a brawny bunny.
"Move now, or i shoot head." He said in a thick, Russian accent.
They had got themselves into some real trouble now. Not only were they tangled right in the middle of a big White Fang operation, now, a Russian militant faunus was pointing a gun at them. Code for deep shit.
Watching a motorcade of jeeps, trucks, motorcycles and tanks unload from the helicopters and rumble into the forest that was ahead, Cinder smiled at the whole operation. These bunch of teenagers had no idea what they had got themselves looking for. A relic, she had called it. But it fact, it was undoubtedly something far greater. To the untrained eye, it was a cursed ballsack, but to her…she had yet to find a word to describe it. It held such power, it could change the world. And here, she was so close to find it. So close.
Cinder strode to her captives, the hem of her dress flapping at her heels in the cold wind.
"If you think we're going to help you find my boyfriend's beanbags…" Pyrrha started, Cinder stopped her with a stare.
And right there, Pyrrha had a vision. A vision of her, fighting a fire wielding woman who just might be named Cinder atop a demolished tower, on a dark night.
Cinder smiled, sensing her weakness. Behind her, Adam and Roman tailed, watching the events unfold.
"Take Jaune. And keep the rest under supervision." Cinder ordered. And she looked Pyrrha right in the eye, seeming on the verge of doing something drastic. As Jaune was roughly taken away by Adam, the red head felt anger flare up inside of her. It boiled and boiled like overcooked soup, but the glare of Cinder put it out. The woman turned away, and murmured to the muscular faunus, "Keep them under your care 24/7. Do not let them escape."
The man nodded and hefted his rifle, followed by a grin towards them.
He forced them into the back of a van, and got in with them, pointing his gun at all of them and before slamming the doors behind him.
"Well," Yang sighed, "It'll be hard to get out of this one."
Her scarred right gauntlet fizzed raucously in agreement.
( That Night )
The thick brown trunks were bulldozed aside by the convoy, kicking up rooster tails of dirt and mud.
Leading it, was a big, rumbling truck, that belched grey steam out of its silver smokestacks, and growled at the inhabitants of the jungle, and the cabin's dingy yellow light shone on Roman and Jaune, with Barney's map.
Tracing his fingers over the map, Roman hounded Jaune for every detail. "What is this?" He asked "A trap? A monster?"
Jaune exhaled audibly "It's an illustration of boobs."
He really didn't want to help them. He knew that this was wrong, and if the power of the Arc family jewel fell into the wrong hands? Jaune shook his head. The blonde didn't need to be told the answer.
But what was he to do? It's not like he could just plan a dashing escape.
"How far away are we from it?" A voice called from behind the front seat. Cinder's voice continued to question.
"I asked how far, Roman."
Squinting in the dim light of the car, Torchwick estimated the space between their current position and the supposed location of the witch.
"9 miles i'd say, give or take."
9 miles. Damn. Jaune massaged the side of his head. We'd need a bloody miracle to-
BANG.
At the rear of the convoy, a jeep flew up at a 90 degree angle and exploded in mid air into a burst of shrapnel and flame.
Cinder twisted her neck and growled "Someone's attacking us."
"Or something." Roman muttered, and gunned the engine.
A few metres away sprinted the van where the rest of Jaune's friends sat captive.
As more of the vehicles soared out of the past of the mysterious aggressor, the faunus soldier grunted, and focused his rifle on the shadow of it.
It was massive, and advanced on them with great speed. Great haste. It was targeting them.
Fear bloomed in the soldier, and his nerves went rigid.
His finger twitched on the trigger, and sweat developed on his forehead.
Suddenly, a fist discharged into his back, light flashed out in the back of the van, and the faunus spiralled out and towards the antediluvian creature.
The fumes thinned, and Yang was already on the move, no longer paying any heed to the agonising crunch of their warden's fate.
"What?" Yang said to her stunned teammates. "Let's go save Jaune."
Ruby moaned. "I need a cookie."
Steam curled out of the beast's flaring nostrils. His eyes widened and jerked. Stretching open his jaw, a earth shaking bellow reverberated from inside, and struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the vicinity.
Well, almost everyone.
Bright green concentrated pylons of plasma energy rained down from the sky and ripped open the monster's head, spilling both brains and blood into the soil.
Unaware of their pursuer's death, the convoy raced ahead. But a ship descended onto the corpse.
And from the ship, came two men.
One had salt and pepper hair, a grim face, black slacks, a shirt and tattered red cape.
And the other had a truly uncanny appearance.
He wore dark green trousers that was only a shade lighter than what would be called vomit green.
A black vest covered a green shirt, and a black jacket covered the vest. Gleaming golden buttons lead up the vest to an emerald scarf, and the man's head was topped with spiky grey hair.
He saw through rounded glasses, and held a light cane similar to Torchwick's.
But in his other hand was a white coffee mug. The man seemed addicted to the beverage. Dark rings around his eyes proved that.
"QROW!" He bellowed, his cool completely evaporated. "You said that the students were here!"
The man called Qrow sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "They were! Right over there" He pointed at the cloud of dust that the procession of cars had kicked up.
"We just missed them." He added in a gravelly tone.
Ozpin groaned, exasperatedly. "Qrow, i gave you one job. One job!" He stuck up a finger to visually support his words. "And you lose us the students! Do you have any idea how much shit the school would be in if we lost not 4, not 5, but 7 students?"
Qrow grumbled and started walking to the entrance of the ship. "Ah, fuck off Oz. We'll find them by the tomorrow, tops."
His colleague already out of sight, Ozpin stole a quick glance at the creature they had previously killed.
The smoking crater in its skull spluttered. Its eyes spasmed. Black steam issued from underneath its form.
But slowly, its body melted smoothly into a amorphous agglomeration of hissing fog. It had no face to communicate expressions, but Ozpin felt it scowl at him. And then it dispersed.
"OI! Oz! Get over here!" Qrow yelled from inside the craft. Ozpin got in, and faced his friend.
"What is it Professor? You look like you saw a ghost." The adventurer teased. But it failed to lighten the Professor's mood. "Witchcraft." Ozpin replied solemnly, taking a deep sip of his coffee. "Witchcraft."
( Editor's Note : So sorry this episode is so short. )