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Ch 3: Saturday Bloody Saturday Pt. 1

Liam Galahad

Abandoned Camp In The Vacuo Desert

Caecilia had done one hell of a job scavenging for supplies while he rested. Several more items had been added to the small pile he had seen before he passed out in the tent. Turning it from a pile into, well, not a heap, just a slightly bigger pile. Still, the added fruits, vegetables, and bottles of alcohol in various states of fullness would undoubtedly improve their chances of surviving in their new alien environment. His sister was even able to find weapons.

Two swords had been resting next to the rest of the supplies: a longsword and a scimitar. They weren't ideal weapons; both swords were decrepit, with their blades rusted and chipped, which was most likely why the people who fled the camp left them in the first place. It also didn't help that neither Caecilia nor he used swords as their weapon of choice. Sure, they knew a bit more than the basics of wielding a blade (their father made sure of that), but he was confident that Caecilia would feel much more comfortable with a bow in her hands; he knew he would feel better with a lance. Liam's left hand twitched as he resisted the impulse to summon Gae Assail.

Unfortunately, beggars can't be choosers. They had to accept that the lack of efficient weapons was another problem to pile onto their already shite situation.

Speaking of which, since Caecilia had crossed "search for supplies" off the list of things they needed to get done—a list Liam was making on the fly. There was only one other thing that he could do right now apart from transfiguring the content inside the alcohol bottles into water. That could wait a little bit longer. For now, Liam focused on something more critical, investigating the camp to find clues as to where the people who lived there fled to.

Finding a city, town, village, or hell, even just another nomadic camp with sentient beings still living in it, was their priority once Caecilia woke up. Yet, with no knowledge of where they were in this new world, they found themselves in. Their best bet was to follow in the footsteps of those who lived here before.

It was with that goal in mind that Liam had prepared to do his own exploration of the camp. Taking with him one of the rusted swords and an alcohol bottle, Liam exited the tent. He was ready to explore every corner of the camp if it meant finding the information they needed.

It didn't even take him five seconds to find a clue.

"It's ok. It was dark. We were exhausted. Anyone would have missed this under those conditions." Liam said to himself, attempting to make himself feel less stupid for missing the small trench made up of hundreds of footprints all going in the same direction.

Pushing past his annoyance at missing something so obvious, Liam began to follow the trail. He was still walking with a slight limp; there was still a soreness to his previously torn and strained muscles that Liam hoped he could walk off.

The camp was more extensive than it first appeared and better designed than some villages he had seen back in his world. From what he had seen as he followed the trail, the community that had lived here had created a pretty impressive grid system. The trail of footprints had taken him past several designated living quarters, a merchant/trade district, and even what he assumed was a public bathhouse made from an oasis watering hole. The complexity of it made him wonder just how advanced the beings of this world were. Was this nomadic lifestyle the standard way of life for people here, or was this camp an exception?

Hopefully, those questions would be answered once they found where these people had headed.

Liam stopped following the trail when he reached the northern exit of the camp. The tracks thankfully kept going past it, but he couldn't follow it any further than that on foot. He couldn't leave his sister unguarded, not when they had no idea what kind of hostiles could be lurking in the desert.

Thankfully, there was another way to find out if there was any point in following the tracks into the desert. Taking a cigarette out of the pack Caecilia found for him, Liam held it between his left index and middle fingers, unlit.

"Cinis Animatio." Two silver rings of ethereal light formed around Liam's left wrist—the runes that made up the spell spun in between them. During normal circumstances, Liam wouldn't have needed to say the name of such a simple spell out loud to cast it. But this wasn't an ordinary circumstance. The short kip he had, while helpful, had not been enough to restore even a quarter of his mana core. The physical and magical exhaustion his sister and himself had suffered had just been too great for a few hours' rest to fix. He needed that extra power from saying a spell out loud to cast it.

The cigarette's tip sparked to life in a burst of orange embers as the runes inside the magic circle began to spin faster. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Liam inhaled as much smoke as possible. The feeling of his lungs burning from the toxic fumes just reminded him how injured he still was. It wasn't until he felt he couldn't hold anymore that he finally exhaled. The smoke gathered above him as he did, its colour changing from white to dark grey as the harmful toxins the smoke usually leaves in a person's body were exhaled.

Finally, ash and embers from the cigarette's tip mixed into the smoke cloud. And as it did, the cloud began to take shape, going from a formless blob to that of a dark gray falcon. Its wings glowed with the smoldering embers that gave it life. The newly animated beast began to fly around Liam, circulating him twice before landing on his right shoulder.

"Follow the trail. See if it leads anywhere." Liam said, and with a screech of acknowledgment, the smoke falcon flew into the desert.

Liam stayed to watch to make sure that his invocation didn't break apart mid-flight. It wasn't until he could no longer see the falcon that he let out a sigh of relief and dropped the cigarette. Stomping it out now that it was no longer needed.

He was just about to turn back and return to the tent they occupied when something caught his eye. Of in the distance, coming in from the direction his invocation just flew in, was what appeared to be a dust cloud. It moved fast, getting bigger with each second that passed.

"Shite," Liam hissed as he began to feel the ground shake. He wasn't sure if that meant that whatever that thing/things were moving underground or if there were so many that they could shake the ground. But neither scenario was ideal in his current condition. With no other option, Liam ran towards the nearest tent he saw. Ignoring the pain that shot up through his right leg, he burst through the tent flaps and jumped onto the largest piece of furniture he saw, in this case, onto a large cushioned square bench.

Just in time, too, as the entire camp began to shake violently seconds after he did. Liam stayed as still as possible, his left hand resting on his sword's hilt. He was sure that whatever thing/things were out there were moving underground now. He had no clue what type of monsters or wildlife this world had, but if it/they were moving underground. Then, he could make a good guess that they had the ability to sense movement through the ground.

Minutes felt like hours; the shaking grew in magnitude until it became evident that the creature(s) had reached the camp. The shaking stopped for a fraction of a second before one last harsh tremor rocked the camp again. Liam held his breath as a loud, shrill howl resonated from somewhere in the camp. The creature howled out twice more, probably looking to see if it could frighten any pray out with its cry. Once it finally gave up, another tremor shook the ground as it burrowed into the sand again. Liam didn't dare move until he felt the shaking stop; it wasn't until he was sure the creature had left that he exited the tent.

'Well, that's not good.' Liam thought as he stared down at the six-foot-wide holes left in the middle of the camp. Whatever that thing was, probably a creature resembling their world's Arvelian Death Wyrms, it spelled trouble for them in their weakened state. If they were lucky, the passing of this sand wyrm meant they wouldn't see another one soon, at least not until Caecilia could rest.

"Caecilia," Liam whispered before he booked it back to their tent. She was most likely freaking out right now; there was no way she could have slept through the rampage the creature caused. He just hoped she could go back to sleep after he explained what had happened. Their trip across the desert would be twice as difficult if she couldn't recuperate.

-(GS)-

Yang Xiao Long

Down Town Vale
To say that their group had not been prepared for the chaos that awaited them once they landed in Vale would be a gross understatement. Their entire group had been unable to do anything but stand there, frozen in place, as they watched the city literally burn around them. As men and women, Humans and Faunus alike, ran rampant in the streets, looting, brawling, and causing what was probably millions of Lien in property damage.

Unsurprisingly, Coco and her team were the first to snap out of their collective shock. Yang had to give the sophomore girl credit. The fashionista definitely lived up to all the hype she got on campus. Even tho their mission had gone completely off the rails, and humanity's selfishness had blindsided them. Coco was still able to calm down, assess the situation, and come up with a new plan on the spot.

Coco had been the first to notice that while police officers and other law enforcement units were already involved and doing their best to try and stop the riot. They had also been entirely overwhelmed. Too many people had taken to the streets, many of whom had armed themselves to the teeth with hunters' weapons and dust-infused rounds. Most likely stolen from the many hunter/huntress stores in the city.

Because of this, Coco decided their best course of action was to separate the teams and assign each member to a different law enforcement squad. So they could help take down the more dangerous rioters.

Was it the best plan to separate the teams? Some people (cough Weiss cough) didn't think so. Not her, though; Yang loved the idea. For her, this was the perfect opportunity to release all the pent-up anger that had been building up inside her. So when Coco told her to help assist a squad of riot officers, she had already been holding onto the back of the squad's riot car. Ready to crack a few heads and help end the madness in Vale.

-(GS)-

"And stay down!" Yang screamed as her right fist connected with the cheek of a male rioter. She had to leave Ember Celica in "safety mode" to make sure that she didn't seriously injure or, Oum forbid, kill any civilian. Still, her natural strength was more than enough to knock out any asshole that crossed her path. Like this idiot, she had just socked.

This guy had been taking potshots from the top of a two-story building at anyone who got near. If the ramblings he yelled down at them as they tried to take him in were to be believed. He had taken it over as a "stronghold" for "when the Grimm got into the city." He was just lucky to be such a horrible shot because if he had actually hit anyone with the fifty-caliber hunter's rifle, he had. Well, let's just say that jail would have been the least of his concerns.

"Great job, Xiao Long." One of the riot officers who had just made their way to the rooftop said as he took out a zip tie from a pouch on his belt (they had run out of handcuffs a good while ago.).

"Yeah, if it wasn't for you, I don't think we would have been able to arrest half the people we did." Another said as she helped carry the now hand-cuffed (and still knocked out) rioter.

"Hey, there's no need to thank me. I'm happy to be of help." Yang replied, flashing the officers a forced smile afterward.

As Yang and the group of officers began their descent down the stairs, a voice began to crackle through the officers' radios.

"We need as many available officers to move to AJ's Finest Foods Market—location, 30605 Merlot Dr. We have a 10-33 in progress. Processed with caution as there are many heavily armed individuals inside; shots have been fired."

Yang didn't even let the squad captain reply to the call. She was already at the bottom of the stairs, yelling out, "Come on, they need our help. Let's go!" Before running out the building's door, just barely hearing the captain say something or other about "impatient wannabe huntresses."

-(GS)-

Yang had never seen a dead body before today. Even when she lost her (step)mother, the spectacular Summer Rose, at the tender age of six. She had to say her final goodbye to a stupid, empty box. Summer's body never recovered from wherever the mission that killed her sent her.

Because of this, Yang had not been mentally prepared for the scene she witnessed once she and the riot squad arrived at AJ's. Her lilac eyes glazed over as she saw the bodies of five, no, six officers crumpled on the ground. The blood that pooled around their bodies only served to make the sight even more gruesome than it already was.

Yang had seen a lot of things that had pissed her off throughout her time with the riot squad. But this, this was absolutely unforgivable! The rage she felt was so strong that she-

"Xiao Long, Xiao Long, are you okay?"

Yang had been snapped out of her train of thought by the squad captain. For the first time since she met the man, she saw a look of concern on his face.

"Huh? Oh no, yeah, I'm fine." Yang replied, her voice strained as she tried to keep from screaming out every word.

"Really? Then, can you explain why your hair's on fire?"

"What?" Yang shrieked as she reached back to feel her hair. She winced as she felt the heat coming from the fire manifested by her semblance. "Sorry about that. I guess I accidentally activated my semblance. But I'm good, I swear." Yang continued, worried that the captain might tell her to sit this one out. She wanted to help, needed to help them put a stop to this.

The stare the captain gave her made her feel as if he was staring at her soul itself. She felt like she would break out into a nervous sweat at any moment. Thankfully, before that happened, the captain finally said something.

"Okay, good. We're really going to need your help on this one, from what I've been told of the situation. A group of eight people have bunkered down inside the store. They are all heavily armed, and to make matters worse. Their leader is an ex-huntress."

And here, Yang didn't think she could get any more pissed, yet to hear that the one calling the shots was an ex-huntress. A woman who should have known better than to make a situation as critical as this worse by stirring up more fear and hatred; it just made Yang's blood boil that much hotter.

"Do we have a plan for how we are getting into the store?" Yang asked.

The captain nodded at her, "We do. Now, follow me. We have a lot to discuss." He motioned for her to follow him toward another group of officers. Yang nodded and fell into step next to him.

-(GS)-

Yang was not a fan of this plan. She got that it was strategic or whatever, but she just didn't feel right. Letting officers without aura act as a distraction while she and a group of five S.W.A.T. officers just hid in an alley behind the store, waiting on the captain's signal to storm in. She knew that it was their job to do things like this, but she also just kept seeing the bodies of those dead officers with every shot that echoed into the alley. The idea that more of them could die while acting as a diversion sickened her.

It sickened her to the point that she just wanted to scream, "screw the plan!" And burst into the store to take out the sad excuse of a (ex)huntress and her goons by herself. Yet, as badly as she wanted to do that, she didn't.

"Move in." Fortunately, the captain's statically muffled voice came in to give them the go-ahead before she could act on her feelings.

Yang didn't need to be told twice. She kicked the back door in the moment the radio went silent. As the only one with an active aura, she was the first one to rush in, looking to draw fire onto herself. To leave openings for the strike team behind her to take down/apprehend the trash that started this mess.

Yang kept picking up speed as she ran past crate after crate of produce. Then, just as she was about to crash through the double doors that lead to the main part of the store, the doors opened up to reveal a dog Faunus man holding an automatic pistol that looked similar to the ones Ren used.

"Beh-" Before he could finish the rest of his warning. Yang slammed her body into him, her right elbow striking him in the gut. The force behind it made the man lose his breath, cough out spit, and may have even broken a rib or two, but Yang wasn't done. Flipping him over her shoulder, she slammed him down to the ground. Was it overkill to go that hard against a civilian? Probably, but Yang had run out of sympathy for them.

Leaving him behind for one of the S.W.A.T. officers to deal with, Yang burst into a sprint again. Crashing through the double doors like she first intended to, she was met by two more rioters, one male, the other female, both human. Their weapons were a flaming sword and a collapsable staff that doubled as a rifle. They were nothing special, just the basic, cookie-cutter ones that served as the starting weapons for hunters and huntresses-in-training.

Unless you went to Signal Academy, then you got to make your own badass weapons. Like her babies right here! Activating Ember Celica, Yang launched herself at the two with such speed that neither of them had a chance to react.

Her strikes came quickly and with barely held-back strength. She started by backhanding the flaming sword out of the man's hands. She followed that up by sending the woman flying back into a shelf full of chips with a frontkick. The female rioter at least had the common sense to block the kick with the staff, but while she was able to soften the blow from the kick, the same could not be said for the hit her back took once it collided with the shelf.

Yang turned her attention back to the man, who had moved to try and retrieve the flaming blade from the ground. He had barely wrapped a hand around the sword's hilt when his world went dark. Courtesy of an ax kick to the back of the head from Yang.

With how quickly she had taken out three out of the eight goons, Yang had allowed herself to hope they could finish the mission without suffering any more casualties.

"You bitch!"

It's the hope that kills you. The angry scream from the woman she thought she had knocked out made Yang turn on her heels just in time to see the rioter aiming her weapon at her. Crossing her arms in front of her chest and face, Yang braced herself to take a bullet or two. Her eyes closed reflexively as she heard the gunshot. She waited to feel the bullet crash against her aura, but the sensation never came. Her eyes only opened when she heard the pained screams that now rang through the store.

Lilac eyes widened in shock as she saw the woman previously pointing the riffle/staff at her was now screaming in pain as she stared wide-eyed at the new bullet hole on her left shoulder.

"Are you okay, Xiao Long?"

Yang's attention was pulled from the injured woman towards the S.W.A.T. officer who called out to her. She could still see the smoke wafting from the barrel of his gun.

"Y-yeah, I'm good. Thanks for the. Watch out!" Yang didn't get to finish thanking the officer for his help. She had to jump into action when she caught sight of an older woman aiming at the officer. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she tackled the officer to the ground to move him out of the way.

As the two fell, Yang heard the thunderous blast of a shotgun. She even felt pellets crash against her aura.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Yang questioned the officer she tackled. With all the gear he had on his face, Yang couldn't tell if the officer was breathing or not. And with each second that passed with no answer from him, the more dread Yang began to feel.

"Come on, say something! Please." Yang tried again, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. There was no reply, and the world began to fade around Yang. Her vision tunneled until all she could see was the man below her. The sounds of the firefight that broke out turned into nothing but white noise.

She should have checked his pulse or taken his mask off to see if he was breathing. But she couldn't move. She was frozen in place as dark, intrusive thoughts invaded her mind. Then, just as the dam was about to break, she heard it. A simple gast, so quiet she wasn't sure if she had actually heard it. But then there was another, and then one more, and soon Yang was able to hear the sounds of steady breathing.

Relief flooded through Yang's body, and as it did, the world began to come back around her. She became aware of the gunfight happening around her, of the officer who had been calling out to her for Oum knows how long. But mostly, Yang became aware of the graying-haired bitch single-handedly holding back the combined forces of the remaining S.W.A.T. officers and the riot police squad she had initially been helping.

They couldn't move up on the ex-huntress. Not when a shotgun blast forced them back behind cover every time they dared to poke more than an arm out. In all honestly, it was safer for them to stay behind cover. Even if they were somehow able to get close to the ex-huntress, they wouldn't be able to take her down. The difference in strength, speed, and durability between a regular human and one trained to be a hunter or a huntress was just too big.

Yang was the only one here who even had a chance to stop the rampaging ex-huntress.

So, wiping the tears off her face, Yang stood back up and prepared to do the things she did best. Turn her sorrow into a hot white rage and kickass.

"You!" Yang screamed as she sprinted out of the aisle, her eyes and hair blazing. Her rage-filled scream effectively put an end to the firefight as both sides of it were caught by surprise. Now that she got a good look at the (ex)huntress, Yang sized her up as quickly as she could. She looked like she was in her late fifties with only a small amount of wrinkles straining her tan skin, one of the lucky few hunters/huntresses who survived long enough to retire.

Yet, despite her age, her body still looked fit. Sporting a surprising amount of muscles and standing at around 6'1, Yang couldn't help but think of her as an older female version of Yatsuhashi.

Yang's eyes traveled to the weapon she held. Unlike the goons she had seen before, this woman had a personalized weapon—a deadly combination of a long double-bit axe and a shotgun. Its red hardwood and gold-plated aesthetic made it a beautifully designed weapon. Ruby would have gone absolutely bonkers seeing it. Too bad it was in the hands of such a disgrace.

With no need to hold back again, this woman. Yang cocked back her right arm mid-run and threw a punch that launched fire-dust shells from her gauntlet. She let a smug smirk grace her lips as she saw the rogue huntress's brown eyes widen in shock. That smirk fell off immediately when the woman easily dodged the shots by rolling over the top of the deli counter she had been hiding behind. The shells made a miniature explosion once they made contact with the counter. The smoke it created served as a makeshift smokescreen between Yang and the ex-huntress.

"Leave her to me. You guys just grab the goons and get out of here!" Yang screamed at the officers. She didn't check to see if the officers did as she asked or if they even heard her. Her focus had stayed on the smoke cloud hiding her foe.

If this had been a Grimm she had been facing, she would have jumped into the smoke with no plan, guns blazing. But it wasn't a Grimm she was facing. It was the exact opposite, in fact. This time, her opponent was a huntress, an experienced one at that. This fight would be nothing like any of the ones she had been in before.

She wasn't going to be a pushover like Junior Men (and women; she couldn't forget about the Malachite sisters) or inexperienced like the students at Signal or Beacon (excluding one redheaded spartan). No, if she wanted to win this fight, then Yang could not rely on brute strength and her (unrefined) natural talent. She would have to strategize and-.

"Woah!" Yang's thoughts were cut short as she shot her arms up and crossed them above her head to stop the rogue huntress's ax from striking her skull (or worse, cutting her hair!). Sparks flew as her gauntlets blocked the ax's blade. Yang gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep her footing.

"You're strong, I'll give you that. But shouldn't someone your age be playing bingo at a nursing home or knitting sweaters for your grandkids instead of leading a group of thugs?" Yang taunted through her teeth in an attempt to instigate the older woman into making a mistake.

The (ex)huntress just smirked at Yang before she kicked the blonde away from her. There was some serious force behind the front kick. It lifted Yang at least three feet off the ground, but the blonde was able to recover midair by back-flipping to get her feet back on the ground. The second she did, Yang had to cross her arms in front of her to protect her eyes as she tanked a slug. Her hair flickered a notch brighter as her aura absorbed the hit.

"So is that all your semblance does? Turn you into a human torch." The rogue huntress taunted back. Yang refused to answer, knowing that the older woman was trying to coax her into doing something stupid. Instead, she launched four more shells at the older woman. Yang aimed them at her feet to try to unbalance her. But just like with her first attempt, the (ex)huntress was able to dodge both explosions.

"You know when I first saw you. I thought these idiots had been intelligent enough to get an actual huntress to help them. But you are way too green, even for a rookie huntress. So what are you? A freshman from Haven or Shade Academy definitely can't be from Beacon or Atlas. Not with that aim."

Yang's right eye twitched. It was getting harder for her to keep her calm and bull-rushing the cocky bitch. But she did. Yang pushed down her rage and thought out her next move. Cocking back her right arm, she shot two more exploding shells at the floor to create another cloud of dust and ash.

The rogue (ex)huntress kept her guard up, her eyes searching for any tell that would help her figure out from what direction the wannabe huntress would be coming at her. Her only warning came in the form of an angry growl as a black and yellow fist came flying out of smoke. She barely had time to block the attack with the handle of her weapon. The force from the blow still sent her sliding a few feet back.

Yang's attack didn't stop with that one punch. Pushing off of the ball of her left foot, Yang launched herself at the ex-huntress. The older woman quickly blocked the first few punches Yang threw. As well as the next combo she tried, and the one after that, and the one after that. Frustration began to build up as every punch Yang threw was either blocked or dodged: jabs, uppercuts, hooks, crosses, backhands.

Nothing landed, that is, until Yang turned a whiffed left-handed hook into a back-kick that struck the rogue (ex)huntress's ribcage. Yang couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction as she saw the sad excuse for a huntress get sent flying. Even more so when her back struck the edge of a shelf so hard that it knocked the shelf over and sent the older woman's body spinning in the opposite direction.

Once the (ex)huntress's body finally crashed (into several crates of tomatoes). Yang didn't hold back. The huntress-in-training shot shell after exploding shell at the downed woman, trying to deplete her aura and end the fight.

Yang only stopped shooting once the smoke from the explosions filled half the store. Still, she refused to drop her combat stance, not until the smoke cleared and she saw the (ex)huntress's prone body. Moments passed without a sign of sound or movement, and Yang was half tempted to walk into the smoke to take a look. But just as the thought passed through her mind, she saw the ax's blade slice through the smoke and dust coming for her head.

She moved her arms up to block the strike, but just before the ax made contact. It switched direction, coming at her from below in an angle that shouldn't have been possible.

"Aachh!" Yang let out a pained scream as the ax slashed her vertically, sending her tumbling backward, only stopping once her body crashed against a wooden stand. With eyes wide from shock, Yang ran a hand over where the ax struck her. If it hadn't been for her aura, which had taken a massive hit from that single strike (making the fire coating her hair flare up again), she would have been left with a gash from her belly button to her collarbone.

She was brought out of that horrifying thought by the sounds of heavy footsteps and a strange wooshing sound.

"What the hell." Yang gasped as her blazing red eyes fell on the (ex)huntress. She was covered in ash, and parts of her outfit were burnt off, but that wasn't what caught Yang's attention. What did was the way she was spinning her axe like a helicopter blade. She wasn't twirling it by moving the handle over her hand. She was making it spin by making her entire forearm spin in a way that bones and muscles shouldn't allow!

"What do you think of my semblance? It's not the flashiest, but it sure has its uses." The rogue (ex)huntress said as she made her arm and axe twist and turn in ways that made Yang want to throw.

"H-how?" Yang asked as she slowly got back to her feet.

"Like I said, it's my semblance. I can basically make my body become like rubber. I can't stretch, or expand, or absorb blunt damage. But it does let me move my body in ways no one else can, and I've been able to come up with some very practical mix-ups with it. Back in my prime, I would be able to keep my semblance up for hours. But the few minutes I can keep it up now should be more than enough to deal with a little girl playing huntress."

Yang didn't hear the last insult sent her way. She just continued to stare at the woman in front of her, asking herself the same question over and over again.

"Why are you here?"

"Excuse me?" Yang's sudden question stopped the rogue (ex)huntress in her tracks.

"I said why are you here? You're strong, like really freaking strong. You have a semblance that, while gross, is incredibly helpful, and you can definitely put up a fight. So why are you here making things worse? Instead of being out there helping other hunters and huntresses on the wall!" Yang screamed, demanding an answer that would make her understand the madness of the situation.

"Why should I have?" The woman's reply made Yang's body tense up, but before she could scream at her again, the rogue (ex)huntress continued. "Did you not see that thing that appeared in the sky? Did you not witness the panic and fear it created out there when you were playing hero? Can you really not understand that we're fucked!

It doesn't matter how many hunters, huntresses, or Atlesian soldiers they have on that wall. The amount of Grimm that will be attracted here will be impossible to stop. That wall is coming down, and when it does, this place will turn into a hellscape. One in which the only thing that anyone can do is get their loved ones and try to survive in any way they can. That's what my family and I were trying to do before you and "Vales finest" burst in.

This place would have made a great stronghold. We could have potentially held out here for days if needed. At least long enough for any rescue team to find us, but that plan's in ruins now. So thank you for that." The (ex)huntress finished, her words thick with sarcasm and resentment.

Yang shook her head as she glared at the woman. "What kind of fucked up thinking is that? I mean, I get it. I love my family as well, and I would do anything to protect them. But your way of doing so was so ridiculously selfish it's borderline disgusting! You're a huntress, for Oum's sake!

Retired or not, you should know better! You should have been helping stop the chaos, not be part of the fucking problem!" Yang's voice was beginning to crack from how loud she was screaming, yet she continued. "Also, all those hunters, huntresses, and Atlesian soldiers who are up there on the wall seem to be doing one hell of a job protecting the city. Or have you gone too senile to notice that it has been hours since this all started, and yet the wall is still standing?"

Yang let out a disgusted "Tsc" as a condescending smirk formed on her lips. "The hole in the sky closed up hours ago, the wall is still standing tall, and the only monsters running around this city right now are the assholes that thought they could take advantage of the moment to do whatever the hell they wanted. And you, you're included in that list. You're a disgrace."

That did it; the second the last word left her lips, Yang had a furious (ex)huntress barreling down on her. Going on the defensive, Yang began to put on a show. She blocked and dodged the more brutal strikes that came her way while subtly taking the weaker blows. Letting her aura absorb the kinetic energy of those strikes so that she could slowly and safely build up the power she needed to finish the fight in a single hit. It was a risky strategy, gambling the entire battle on a single blow.

But Yang knew that there was no other way she could win this fight. Disgrace or not, the woman currently trying to chop her head off was an experienced huntress. Meanwhile, she was just a freshman at Beacon, and the strongest person she had ever fought against (not including her Dad and Uncle Qrow, as they never went anywhere near full strength against her) was Pyrrha. Yang had sparred against the redhead ten times throughout their first semester at Beacon, and out of those ten times, she had never gotten close to beating Mistral's "Invincible Girl." And if she couldn't win against Pyrrha, who was skilled enough to give rookie hunters and huntresses a run for their money.

Then what chance did she have of beating an experienced huntress in a fair fight?

So yeah, this was Yang's final gambit, or only gambit (Yangbit?) in this case. Throughout the entire battle, Yang played her cards just right to get herself into the best possible situation. She didn't reveal the true nature of her semblance, and she taunted and provoked the (ex)huntress into a fit of rage to make her more likely to make an error (not that it was hard to do with the amount of anger Yang felt towards the woman). Now all Yang had to do was not fuck it up, something that was easier said than done.

The (ex)huntress was not just boasting when she said she had come up with practical (terrifying) attacks with her semblance. Yang had to dodge whiplash-like strikes from the (ex) huntress's axe that cut through the store's metal shelves like a hot knife through butter. Roll out of the way of devastating kicks that came at her from angles she had never seen before—all that and more while also trying to figure out what hits were safe to tank. Yang had never wished to see the screen in Ms. Goodwitch's classroom more than right now. To be able to turn her head slightly up and see just how much aura she had left.

"You're looking tired there, firecracker. If you're what passes for a huntress-in-training nowadays, then the next generation is screwed." The older woman snarked as she spun her axe behind her back, switching it to her left hand before sending a slash at Yang's legs. The blonde was forced to jump over the horizontal attack, but as she did, she was met with a hook kick to the face. Well, to her shoulder, as Yang was able to bring up her right shoulder a moment before the rogue (ex)huntress boot made contact with her face.

The force behind it still sent Yang sailing across the store until she crashed against a cardboard cutout of Pyrrha in her huntress outfit, holding a box of Punkin Pete's cereal (had that always been there?). Yang got back up with a low groan. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tiny ember from her hair land on the cutout of her friend. The poor advertisement board never stood a chance; the ember burned hot and fast, turning it into a pile of ash in seconds. Now, if that wasn't enough proof that she had built up plenty of power to go through with her plan, then the fact that she saw her aura flicker for a second definitely was.

It was now or never. All Yang needed now was the right opportunity.

"Are you done now, little firefly? Don't think I didn't see your aura flicker. One hit from Humbert here, and that pretty little head of yours will be rolling on the floor. So, how about I make you a deal so we can end this here? You lay down on the floor and pretend to be knocked out while I take care of the rest of those useless cops and get my family out of here. Sound good?"

The flames surrounding Yang glowed so brightly that they illuminated more than half the store.

"If you think that I would do something as cowardly as that, then you're batshit crazy! But I will agree with you on one thing. This does end now!" Yang screamed as she rushed the crazed (ex)huntress.

"Fine, have it your way!" With her own battle cry, the older woman met Yang halfway.

The two began one final deathly dance. Yang dodged and weaved every strike sent her way, acutely aware that any misstep here would lead to not only her death but the deaths of every officer waiting outside the store.

She couldn't let that happen; she wouldn't let that happen! All she needed was an opening, one single moment in which this gray-haired bitch made a mistake that she could take advantage of.

That moment came when Yang pretended to slip up. Yang saw the woman's brown eyes lit up, thinking she had her kill shot. Bringing her axe above her head, the woman used her semblance to twist her entire body to put as much momentum into the strike as possible. She smirked down at Yang before untwisting her body and bringing her axe's blade down on her.

That sick smirk fell right off her face as she watched Yang roll out of the way. Things almost felt like they were moving in slow motion. The rogue (ex)huntress moved to bring her axe back up to block the punch the blonde huntress-in-training threw at her. But it didn't matter. Brown irises widened as they saw the gauntlet-covered fist punch straight through her axe's handle, splitting her weapon in two and letting the fist make contact with her chest.

Through the white noise that began to ring in her ears, the rogue (ex)huntress heard a noise that she had only heard a few times in her life. The sound of her aura being shattered.

It happened in a second. One moment, Yang's fist had made contact with the woman's chest, and the next, she watched as the woman's body flew through the store as if she had been shot out of a canon. Yang couldn't help but wince as the rogue (ex)huntress's body flew through the store's (broken) main doors, hit the hood of a police car, and bounced twice on the pavement before it finally landed in a crumpled heap on the road.

For a moment, Yang panicked, thinking that she had accidentally killed the woman. Thankfully, those worries went away when she saw an officer carefully walk up to her, check her pulse, and then zip-tie her arms and legs together.

"Oh, thank Oum." Yang panted out as she let herself fall on her ass inside the store. Giving herself a moment to rest and regain her breath after all the insanity she had been through. "I hope this is the last insane thing to happen today." She whimpered as she began to massage her right hand.

Breaking through the bitch of an (ex)huntress's weapon had been cool, and she would definitely be bragging to everyone about it in the days to come (if they all didn't die by the end of the day). But she would be lying if she said that it hadn't hurt.

Then, just as Yang had begun to feel well enough to get back up and check back to the officers outside, her Scroll began to ring.

"Me and my big mouth," Yang whined as she grabbed her Scroll from a pouch on her belt. But before she could even say hello. Blake's panicked voice cut her off.

"Everyone, if you can hear me. We need backup,"

"Help! We need help! The White Fang is attacking, and they got this big freaking robot!" Nora's cries for help summarized the rest of Blake's message.

"I'm pinging our location! Please come as fast as you can!" Blake finished before she cut the call.

Yang didn't question why or how Blake ended up with Nora and the rest of Team PRN. With this new sense of panic giving her a second wind, Yang sprang back up to her feet and booked it out of the store. She ran past confused officers, ready to run the entire distance to the location Blake pinged if she had to. Thankfully for her tired legs, she spotted something that would make the trip a lot quicker.

"Hey, mind if I borrow this? Thanks!" The words left Yang's mouth faster than the police officer about to get on his motorcycle could register. Before he knew it, the blonde huntress-in-training was driving away on it. The last words he heard before she disappeared from sight were. "Don't worry, I'll bring it back!"

With all the streets empty, Yang was able to drive as fast as she wanted.

"Don't worry, guys. I'll be there soon."

A.N: Hello again.

I want to start by apologizing for the several-month delay in posting this chapter. Sometimes, life blindsides you with problems, and all you can do is work through them. Thankfully, those problems have been dealt with, and I will be able to continue writing this story.

Now for the actual notes for the chapter.

When I began working on this chapter, I did not expect it to be so Yang-centric. Not that I mind it; Yang is an interesting character, and I had fun writing out her interaction. Still, the length did make me have to split what was originally going to be one chapter into two. Saturday Bloody Saturday Pt. 2 will come out soon (hopefully by next Friday), and that will have a more significant emphasis on all the Beacon teams, as well as the siblings. For now, I hope you enjoyed Yang's fight scene.

And all that is left to say is thank you for reading. And if you liked the story, then please favorite, follow, and review.

-(GS)-

Ch 4 Teaser

Liam & Caecilia Galahad

"Poor bastards," Caecilia mumbled as her gaze went over the massacre in front of them. It had been a while since she had last seen (probably) innocent people be slaughtered in such a way. Some looked like they had been half-eaten, others like they had their body parts melted off. It was one or the other; there was no in-between.

"They were close, too. Just a few more miles and they would have reached the city my invocation found." Liam chimed in. "Whatever did this is intelligent. It destroyed their weapons after killing them." He continued.

Liam had been walking around the carnage, trying to find any weapon that could replace the rusted ones they carried. Yet all he could find were melted remains covered in a disgusting dark green ooze.