Cuts of RWBY

A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon

DISCLAIMER: This is a fan based work of prose. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and WB Animation. Please support the official release.

Just a collection of plot bunnies and ideas for RWBY fics. Free for you to take and make use of.

For instance...

Why Jaune Shouldn't use a Katana...

Adam sneered over the cowering Blake. He'd tracked her down at last, as Beacon burned around them and the pitiful humans fled. She cringed as he lifted his katana up to silence her for good-

"BLAKE!" Jaune shouted. Adam looked up with a snarl.

"Jaune Arc," he stated.

"JAUNE! RUN!" Blake shouted. "You're no match for him with your own weapons!"

That Adam knew. Which is why he dashed forward and swung for Jaune. The blond idiot blocked the first few strikes, using shield and sword.

"Came to die at last, Arc?" Adam growled. "Without your ability, you're nothing."

He knocked Jaune's weapons out of his hands and kicked in the stomach. He felt ribs break, as the idiot screamed. He fell to one knee, gasping for breath. Jaune glared up at him in defiance. Adam held up his sword.

"Time to pay you back," he sneered.

"JAUNE!"

Adam turned and swung his sword. Blake had thrown Gambol Shroud at him. He deflected the cleaver, but grunted-The ribbon had wrapped around the hilt. Blake yanked it out of his grip and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. He yanked Gambol Shroud out of Blake's hands, and stalked towards her.

"Pathetic," Adam sniffed, "Is this what you've been reduced to? The pet of this human? He has nothing left-!"

Adam felt Aura surge, and turned to fire his shotgun blast at whoever was behind him. His jaw dropped as he watched Jaune Arc wielding Wilt... And deflecting the shotgun blast with a swing of his blade.

There was none of the joviality or confidence in his eyes or face as before. There was nothing but rage, and cold, hard determination. An acceptance of things. His eyes were blood red, none of the peaceful blue. There was a restrained ferocity in his every movement.

It was... So familiar...

"Standing here, I realize," Jaune managed, "You're just like me. Trying to make history."

His tone, while rough... Had a note of understanding and respect. Adam slowly nodded. As annoyed as he was by being defeated by Arc... This version of him seemed like someone he could almost respect back.

"Yes."

"But who's to judge the right from the wrong?" Jaune continued, holding Wilt almost reverently in his hand. "When our guard is down, I think we'll both agree... Violence breeds violence."

Adam blinked behind his mask. The boy's tone was that of a warrior, not some fop or simpleton.

"Yes... It always will," he said, "But the way to the future is always paved in blood."

Arc nodded grimly.

"Yes. New life will be born... Underneath this blood stained sand." He raised Wilt up in a salute.

"In the end... It has to be this way," Jaune finished.

Adam nodded back just as grimly. He saluted him with Gambol Shroud.

"Yes..."

They dashed towards one another and began to fight. None of the taunting or disrespect from before: Arc fought like a true warrior, striving and swinging with his life on the line!

In another life, Adam mused, I could have called you friend...

Blake was glad Jaune had managed to pick up Adam's weapon and was now fighting evenly with him... But why in the hell was he quoting that edgy video game he, Ren and Ruby had played non-stop for hours?!

Still, if it kept him alive, maybe it was worth it. Adam actually seemed to be enjoying himself. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad...