So you've returned. Couldn't bare to wonder what happened next, huh? Well, here it is in all its glory/awfulness (whichever it is).
Storm was looking out the car window at a bus when he saw a familiar face: Faye, who was looking from the aisle to the window. She must have seen him out of the corner of her eye, or sensed someone watching her, because she turned to look at him. They couldn't speak to each other, and it would be rather silly to call her—especially since he didn't actually know the number on her Scroll—, so just stared at each other and waved.
His mom must have snatched a quick glance at them because she said, "Is that that girl Faye?"
He quickly turned to her, said, "Yeah," and he turned back.
He could sense his mom's amusement. "So, are you two…? Oh no."
Storm turned to look at her, but stopped midway as he saw and heard what had troubled her. Gunfire. Gunfire from one of the cars—a blue one—to another one that was green. What was going on?
Crystal ducked at just the right time, and drew the Crystal Blades. She didn't go anywhere outside the school without them, but made sure she didn't let everyone know that. She smashed the swords against the back of the front seat, and raised it to bear as she formed it into a spear. The spear pierced the White Fang thug's rifle in the car across from them, making it unusable. That was good.
Next to her, her father said, "Cover your ears."
She didn't question him; she pulled her spear back in and put her hands on her ears. But even that didn't stop her from hearing the sound of her father's pistol firing. She saw with her semblance the round going through the thug's mask into his head, killing him instantly. It was awful to see, but what if he had gotten another gun and shot at them. It was better this way, it seemed.
The White Fang car sped up and smashed into them. Crystal tried to keep herself from smashing her head into something as the car spun out. The car tipped over and landed on its side. She managed to keep her head intact, but she'd definitely develop bruises soon enough.
She checked on everyone else. Her father was alright, but the driver out cold—or possibly dead. Her father turned to her and said, "We need to get out of here."
He tried opening his door—the one that wasn't facing the ground—but it wouldn't budge. Then, she heard someone climbing on the car. She used her semblance to see who it was, and saw Mrs. Sapphire with her long bow over her shoulder. She managed to open the door, and looked in. "If you got out of half the scrapes you got into by yourself," she smiled, "I'd be disappointed."
"Well, at least you tend to be around when I can't," Dad said, and climbed out of the car. Crystal followed him, remembering to bring the Crystal Blades with her.
As they were getting out, cars were stopping all over the road. It took her a moment to realize some of them had White Fang thugs climbing out. They would have to fight their way out of this one.
Thugs fired on them, and her father and Mrs. Sapphire fired back. She charged though, managing to dodge most of their shots.
She was running towards a thug taking cover behind a car. When she got to it, she vaulted over it, and swung her swords at him. He barely managed to dodge, and then drew his sword. While he may have been good, he wasn't that good. She blocked a swing from him, and attacked with her other blade. He kicked her in the stomach before she could complete the attack, though she did hit his mask.
The mask shattered, and Crystal saw the thug's face. He wasn't that old—maybe as old as she was—and his eyes were a vibrant green like hers. He was snarling with his mouth, showing his pronounced canine teeth. She wondered if he was some kind of dog or something. He wasn't that menacing actually.
The thug swung his sword, and what she did in response was pure reflex. She blocked with one blade, and attacked with the other. His aura obviously hadn't been unlocked, since her blade easily cut through his armor and flesh. He dropped his sword, and crumpled to the ground.
She saw him on the ground. She saw the dark red blood slowly dripping off her translucent green cutlass. She saw him pale as his blood drained out to darken his clothes and begin to form a small pool around him. She saw what she had done—she had killed a human being.
She was horrified at herself. It didn't matter to her if Faunus were sometimes considered subhuman, not at this moment. A soul had passed from this world, and she had been the one to send it away.
She would have wept if another thug hadn't attacked her. She did not have time to mourn for anyone at that moment. Right at that moment, she needed to fight, and nothing would stop her from protecting her life, her father's life, and the life of anyone else the White Fang threatened. She would have to deal with her crime later.
Storm's locker flew through the sky towards the overpass. It had a companion though—Faye's locker. Those two lockers held their weapons, and they needed them if they were going to survive.
As they landed with a crash, Storm and Faye ran over to them. Storm opened his to find his weapons: Excelsior, his sword/rifle; Typhoon, his shield/mini-gun; Peregrine, a pair of arm-blades that would combine into a bow; and Titan, his powered armor. He didn't have time to put on the full suit, but he'd just wear the partial armor he usually did. Once he had his weapons, and Faye had hers, they were ready to fight.
Faye took off with her wings, flying low as not to attract too much attention. Storm followed her on the ground, and charged.
Storm encountered a White Fang thug who tried to hit him with the butt of his rifle. He dodged and hit him across the jaw with Excelsior's pommel, following it up with a kick to the gut that sent the thug flying for a few feet. He had a partner with a sword though, and when she tried to slash Storm, he blocked it with his shield, kicked her legs out from under her, and slammed her in the spine with the shield. The White Fang was probably no match for him.
Meanwhile, it seemed that Faye had landed, and had made short work of the thugs. Her wings turned into dual, five foot long swords, that while not as sharp as some weapons, packed a wallop. She moved with large arcs, following one blow up with another, and while she may have telegraphed her moves sometimes, they couldn't stand up against them. She also seemed to take the same less-lethal approach to this fight that he was—interesting.
Suddenly, he heard a gunshot, and turned to look to the source. An old instinct—wanting to know the source of a loud noise—which had little place here, though it did come in handy. An axe that looked part shotgun was flying right at him. He barely had time to raise his shield to block. When it hit, he was almost knocked over.
He lowered his shield to see a man with a Grimm mask and another shotgun-axe charging him. He didn't have the garb of a normal thug, so he had to be a specialist or a commander of some kind. Storm ran to meet him. Storm slid like a baseball player the rest of the way, kicking out the specialist's legs. The man fell over, landed on Storm, who then pushed him off of him, and prepared to hit him again with his shield. The man then punched him in the face, and while his aura did protect him, he was still knocked over. This would not be as easy as he thought it would be.
Storm rolled and then stood as his opponent got up as well, and started to size him up. This man was taller than Storm by at least a full head, very muscular, and had minor armor. His vambraces had a pair of claws sticking out of them that look like they'd make a punch hurt even more. And strangely enough, he had black hair with a green streak, along with a pair of round animal-like ears on top of his head. He wondered who this was, but he probably wouldn't get to know.
"You're good, but you won't beat me," the man said, gesturing with his axe. "I've never lost a real fight."
"Well, I can't lose then," Storm replied. "I've lost before, and learned from those defeats."
"I said a real fight," his opponent corrected. "I've sparred even more than you have, student."
"Let's see about that."
Storm waited for his opponent to make the first move. When he did, he swung his axe in an arc, propelled by a gunshot. Storm black and was almost knocked over by the attack, but stood his ground. He then kicked his opponent in the gut—which was unarmored, other than his aura—and used one of the thrusters attached to his greaves to propel him away from his opponent.
Storm then shifted Typhoon from shield to mini-gun, and fired at him. His opponent fled behind a car, safe for now from the mini-gun. Storm activated his thrusters, hovering just above the ground, and flew around his opponent's cover, and started firing Typhoon again. He was greeted by a shotgun blast, and his opponent running off again.
Storm landed on top of a car and turned Typhoon back into a shield. He was worried that if he did this for every White Fang, he'd run out of ammo and power. He couldn't keep pursuing him like that, so he decided to turn Excelsior into a rifle, and took aim.
His opponent ran behind a car on its side, where he couldn't get him. He decided that instead of running towards his enemy, he'd flush him out. He calculated the exact way he'd need to throw his shield for it to ricochet to hit his opponent from behind cover to knock him out of it, and for his shield to either come back to him or for it to be in a safe place for him to recover it. It was dizzying, but worth it.
Once he was done with that, he made his move. He threw his shield at the exact right angle, ricocheting perfectly behind the car. It knocked him out from cover, and into the open where Storm fired several rounds at him until his defensive aura went down.
"Surrender!" Storm shouted. He didn't want to kill if he didn't have to.
His opponent slowly put his hands behind his head. From where Storm was standing, his opponent seemed angry, bitter, and not at all fearful. He wasn't going to show his fear in the face of an enemy—admirable. He was just glad his opponent surrendered.
As he caught his shield, a pair of dropships came down and started hovering parallel to the overpass. They were marked with the symbols of the MDF—the Mistral Defense Force. Out from them came uniformed MDF soldiers carrying rifles in their arms and swords at their belts. They shot down all of the remaining White Fang thugs.
As he was distracted by them, it seemed his prisoner decided to make a break for it. He was about to shoot him in the leg when it seemed a soldier decided to shoot him instead—in the torso. Storm panicked and considered running to him to see if he could do anything when he realized someone else needed his help—Faye.
Faye was a Faunus, and while she didn't wear a mask, he didn't want to take any chances. The soldiers could easily mistake her for a member of the White Fang, and if they did that… He had to find her.
He quickly searched for Faye from his vantage point, and found her battling a nearby thug. She just finished when a pair of soldiers started running over to her. Storm ran over to her, putting his weapons away. He had to get to her before the soldiers did.
He just got to her as the soldiers did. She didn't look like she was going to fight them. In fact, she looked scared. "Hold your fire," he said, standing next to Faye. One of the soldiers made a motion with his hand to the other, and while they didn't lower their rifles, they didn't fire either. Good.
His heart pounded. He had one chance to convince these soldiers that Faye wasn't a member of the White Fang. He would have to be pretty convincing or else he might be shot too for protecting a terrorist like this.
"This is Feather Faye Elric—registered student at Haven Academy. She is not, nor has she ever been a member of the White Fang. I vouch for her myself, as fellow student Storm Sapphire."
There was a long pause before the soldiers finally lowered their rifles. The soldiers then arresting the thug Faye had been fighting, and moved on. Storm turned to Faye and said, "That was close."
Yeah, terrorists; not okay, especially when they might discredit others of similar background. But anyway, I predict that the next few chapters are going to be both very serious and absolutely ridiculous. If you don't know what I mean by that, come back Monday and you'll be pleasantly surprised.