Hey Everyone. Hope you enjoy the new chapter. All the words in Italics will be the Harvest Trailer for Harry. Harvest is the name of the color for Harry's Red-Gold theme. I don't own RWBY or any of the songs used in the trailer.
Two months later…
The forests of Anima were some of the most lush and beautiful forests in Remnant. Most of the world's natural wildlife lived in the forests, along with some of the most unusual species of Grimm. But if you're careful and adventurous, you could enjoy camping trails and rafting by the Great Lake.
However, Harry, the Huntsman-in-training, merely groaned.
"Should have left earlier," he groaned. "Could have been at village by now having a nice dinner, getting ready for a hot bath, and catching Ruby's call. If I can get a signal from those damn mountains."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't plan on this," an old man answered Harry as he held the reins of his horse. Redd was a courier that delivered people and supplies throughout the villages in Eastern Mistral. He and his partner, Bravo, ran deliveries using two, horse-drawn carriages. Redd oversaw a family of four and two, middle-age workers who had their belongings on top of the carriage. Bravo had a newlywed couple of moved out of the city as well as goods the two were to use to start their own business.
Harry was sitting on the bench beside Redd called the shotgun position. Everyone was on their way to the village of Sakurai, a small village on the western side of Anima. Harry was in a fishing village near the Great Lake. He was going over a map to find the quickest way to Sakurai, where Qrow would be waiting for him for the next leg of the journey. However, Harry found his ride with Redd's caravan when the man's usual Huntsmen bodyguards left for a better paying job. Harry offered his sword for the groups' protection. Redd and Bravo didn't accept at first, seeing as Harry didn't have his Huntsman's license. But when they couldn't find any Huntsmen or Huntresses for the job, they reluctantly agreed. If only to stop the mother of the family to quit screeching about not arriving within the next few days.
The condition was they wouldn't pay Harry upfront. Only when they arrived in Sakurai. Redd smirked when he said if they died on the way there, at least he wouldn't have to pay a kid for shoddy protection.
"We are close though," Redd said. "Less than an hour away."
Harry nodded in agreement. They were close. He could feel it.
"But why did we have to take the long way around?" Harry asked.
"Because the other roads lead right through the swamps," Redd explained. "There was a heavy storm here a few days ago and those roads might be flooded. Or at the very least, muddy. I don't want to push the horses through that crap and get the buggies stuck."
Redd liked to use horses instead of vehicles. Dust can be hard to get sometimes in the remote villages in Anima. While it was harder to take care of animals, it was cheaper in the long run
Harry sighed and leaned back into the seat.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains. But you couldn't tell because of the surrounding forests that seemed to merge in an endless, green horizon. The trees were so tall and dense, it seemed like the sun set hours ago. Only the faint, orange glow peaked over the treetops.
With the sun setting, the air began to cool. A soft mist was beginning to creep along the grass as condensation created dew. The pathway through the forests was becoming obscure from darkness and fog. Any light from the broken moon was projecting bigger shadows, even making them move as the fog rolled slightly in the air.
To top it off, the air was echoing the voices of frogs, crickets, and even the occasional wolf howl. Anyone walking through this forest pathway would have immediately remember every horror movie they've seen. Most likely beginning to see shapes and figures in the shadows, jump at every sound, and begin to tremble.
The two carriages were making their way on the beaten path towards the village. A lamp with fire dust guided them through the growing darkness. The creaking noise of the wheels, snorting horses, and soft mumbles of the families in the carriages joined the sounds of nature.
Then the wagon suddenly stopped when Redd sharply pulled on the reins.
"What the..?" Harry asked as he looked in front of him.
"Tree is blocking the road," answered Redd.
Harry looked ahead and indeed saw that there was tree blocking their path. "Did the storm blow it over?" he asked.
"No," mumbled Redd as he reached for the dust pistol beside him. "It was too healthy to be blown over by a storm."
Harry focused his eyes where the trunk was. In studying his Faunus heritage, he soon found out that some Faunus can have night vision. Harry did, and as a bonus, did have some binocular vision as well. Focusing, Redd's theory was true. The tree was sawed down to block the road. Harry could see the clean cut at the trunk
"Bandits," Harry growled. In the few weeks he had been traveling through Mistral, he run into bandits twice. Both times they demanded his Lien, equipment, and weapons.
Both times, he beat them down.
"Act natural," Harry said. "I'll deal with them. You and Bravo take off as soon as you can."
"But what about the tree? It would take me an hour to chop it up into movable pieces."
Harry smirked. "You let me worry about that. Just be ready to bolt."
As Harry climbed down, the family's father poked his head out of the carriage window. "Is everything okay."
Harry put his finger to his lips. "Keep quiet and get down on the floorboards. It might get crazy in a few minutes."
The father's eyes widened, and he ducked back into the carriage. Harry heard him frantically whispering to his family.
Harry stretched and made his way to the tree. Two months in the wilderness had toughened Harry up more than he could ever imagine. A few inches taller and more muscled than ever. In his training, he discovered that even though he had super strength, he didn't have any cardio or endurance. Following Qrow's teachings, he became very fit as a runner and fighter. Years of dodging bullies had helped as well.
Wilderness training and fighting Grimm had also shredded any clothing he had. So, every village he came to, he ended up clothes shopping. He now wore a pair of hiking boots to deal with the tough terrain and travel. Then a pair of thick pants prevented any tears from branches, thorns, and rocks. It also helped there was padding sewed in the knees to help cushion any falls. He wore a dark red t-shirt, but his main source of protection was a dark, denim vest that had chain mail sewn in the lining. On his left forearm was a metal gauntlet to help protect him against sword strikes and claws. A glove covered his right hand to help grip his sword and magnum. And wrapped around his head was a thick bandana Harry used to keep his long hair out of his eyes except for one long lock that settled over his face. He hadn't had a haircut since he arrived in Remnant. Including his hair growth he had to consider his feathers as well, which had grown to nearly three inches. His crest feather had grown to be over a foot long.
And on the back of his vest was the crest he had selected to represent him. It was a simple drawing of a golden-red phoenix he titled Take Flight.
Harry stopped in front of the tree, knelt to place a hand on the ground, and focused. A few moments later, he stood up. Approaching the trunk, Harry reached down and grasped the bottom of the tree. With small grunt, he slowly lifted the heavy tree as if it didn't way over a thousand pounds. He shifted the tree to the side of the road and dropped it with a heavy thud. Dusting his hands off, he turned to the forest.
"I know you're there. Come out."
The silence was disturbed by a several footsteps approaching Harry. He could see them clearly. Three bandits. Two men and one woman. The biggest man held a large hammer in his hands while the other man and woman held rifles. They were dressed just like bandits: shabby, dirty, and rough.
"You're a strong one, aintcha?" said the man holding rifle. "We could use a strong pair of arms like yours."
"Sorry, but I've already got a job," Harry answered.
"That's a shame," said the man with a hammer. He lifted it into a ready stance. "Looks like we might have a fight on our hands."
Harry pulled his sword from his belt. It was battle scared after dozens of fights. "Then let's fight. You can get the other three to join us."
The bandits froze. Then the leader yelled towards the carriages. "He knows!"
"Go now!" Harry yelled.
"Hyah!" yelled Redd as he snapped his reins. Bravo did the same. The two carriages surged forward while gunfire erupted from the trees. Redd used one hand to grip the reins while firing at the bandits with his other.
{Insert Song 'I Burn' by Casey Lee Williams and Lamar Hall}
Harry's bandits raised their rifles and began to fire their rifles. Harry dodged the first volley, then used his sword to block the second volley. Then the woman turned away from Harry and pointed her rifle at the horses. Harry quickly realized that all they had to do was kill the horses to stop the carriages. He pulled his Desert Eagle from his hip and fired at the woman's rifle. The impact of the .44 knocked the rifle from the woman's hands. Harry then fired at the men's feet, forcing all three to take cover behind a tree.
The few seconds was enough for Redd and Bravo to break free and hurry down the road. Two bandits that tried to ambush were making their way towards Harry. One had a dust rifle while the other had a dust pistol. Both pointed their guns at Harry.
Harry leapt forward, using his strength to power his legs and his speed. They two were only able to shoot one round each. Harry blocked one with his gauntlet, but the other impacted his shoulder. He grunted as the pain made him slow down a little, but his aura protected him, and he kept going. He cut the dust rifle in half, then sliced the barrel of the dust pistol. The two bandits stared stupidly at their weapons while Harry swung the flat side of his sword against one bandit's head, knocking him off his feet. Harry kicked the other one in the stomach. The man fell to his knees, gasping. Harry then used the pommel to thump the bandit in the head. The man sank like a sack of potatoes.
But something slammed heavily into his back that caused his aura control to flicker. Harry turned and saw the other three bandits regrouping. Hammer guy was charging forward ready to swing. Beside him the woman had abandoned her rifle and held two, crude daggers in both hands. The leader stood behind them and aimed his rifle at Harry. That's what hit him in the back.
The daggers flashed quickly, and Harry had only a second to block them. Hammer guy swung his weapon back, then forward Harry's head. He ducked and felt the wind of hammer swing ruffle his feathers. The momentum caused the guy to stumble. Harry pushed the woman back with his sword, then delivered a side kick to her stomach. The bandit girl flew all the way back to the leader and rolled painfully to stop at the man's feet.
Another shot rang out but missed Harry's head. He heard it whistle by very close. Hammer guy regained his balance and swung his hammer over his head. Harry quickly sidestepped and the hammer impacted into the dirt. The ground shock and formed a small crater. Harry brought his sword down in the same manner and severed the wooden handle. Hammer guy growled has he now held a big stick. He swung it at Harry's head, who ducked. That moment, another shot rang out. It missed Harry again, but it hit Hammer guy in the shoulder. He cried out, clutching his bleeding shoulder.
"Dammit," Harry hear the leader curse.
Harry reached down and easily picked up the large hammerhead in the crater. He threw it at the leader, which soared like a quaffle and hit the man in the crotch. The leader gave a high-pitch scream as he collapsed on his side, squealing painfully.
"That's five," Harry murmered. "But didn't I count six?" He knelt and pressed a hand to the ground.
Where is the six bandit?
After a month of training, Harry was able to harness his semblance. He discovered by accident when he was looking for his Scroll, which fell out of his pocket during training in a grassy field. Brushing the high grass aside, he suddenly felt his body pull itself to his left. Curious, he walked in the that direction and found the Scroll after walking only a few steps. A few more tests confirmed his theory with both objects and people.
So he named his semblance after his position from the Gryffindor Quidditch team: Seeker. The ability to sense the direction of what he desired.
A simple bandit would have to be close by for him to find. The more he knew about his target, the longer the range of his compass went.
Focusing, he sensed the six bandits. Two were behind him, hammer guy and girl bandit in front of him, and the leader yards away. The sixth bandit was hiding in the trees at his two o'clock, but he also could feel that the bandit was above him. He must have been hiding in the tree limbs. Harry sheathed his sword, then pulled his magnum from its holster.
He pointed it in the direction he sensed the last bandit. "I know you're there! Come on out!" he called into the forest. Even with his vision, Harry couldn't see anybody. The bandit could have been using a tree for cover.
Harry pointed his gun and fired a shot into woods. "I'm warning you," he yelled after the echo dispersed in the trees.
"KAAWW!"
A large black bird swooped out of the trees and aimed its sharp beak at Harry's face. Harry ducked and pointed his gun at the bird. It disappeared into the treetops before Harry could get a shot off.
"Damn raven," Harry muttered before he turned back to where he sensed the last bandit. Placing his hand on the ground, he focused his semblance again. But his jaw dropped when the bandit he sensed was gone.
'Dammit, he must have run off'.
Harry holstered his gun. The five remaining bandits were on the ground either unconscious or were in too much pain to move. At least they were alive.
"Now to catch up," he said as sprinted forward down the road.
It took nearly ten minutes of running before Harry could caught up with the carriages. And it was a good thing he hurried too. Before he arrived, he could hear gunshots echoing through the trees as well as the shrieking of a scared woman and kids. When Harry saw the carriages, he saw Redd and Bravo firing into air at several dark shapes that flapping loudly above them. Harry recognized them.
Ravagers.
They were bat-like Grimm, but had huge jaws and razor-sharp wings. These were smaller than normal. But what the lacked in size they made up with sheer numbers. They were also more agile flyers than Nevermore. They must have been hiding in a nearby cave and came out when they felt the fear from the caravan's passengers.
Harry ran to the carriages, pulling his magnum out of holster. He fired his remaining six rounds at the Grimm, scoring only three hits. Those Grimm exploded into black smoke on impact. Half of the remaining Ravagers abandoned their attack on the caravan and flew towards Harry.
Instead of reloading, Harry pulled out his sword. While his training with firearms did improve, he trusted his sword skill more. And these Ravagers were only just slightly bigger than Hedwig. Harry swung his sword, slicing the wing off the first Grimm he encountered. It crashed, screeching before turning into black mist. The wings were the key; once damaged, they couldn't fly and would lose the only advantage they had.
Harry slashed again and again, not letting one break through. Grimm wings and bodies flew all around him before evaporating. He couldn't help but smile at the results of two months of hard training. He was beginning to become a real Huntsman.
The rest of the Ravagers broke off from the caravan and made their way towards Harry. He took a deep breath and sheathed his sword.
"Now seems like a good time to test it out," he muttered. "Nothing like a trial by fire."
He reached for his gauntlet. There was a small opening near one end of the metal brace where a small knob of wood. He pulled the knob gently.
Housed inside his gauntlet was his wand.
Harry gripped the wand with his right hand. What nobody knew is that there were small containers of dust hidden in the gauntlet. Just enough for one good attack. Harry had trained hard to try and use dust in its raw form. But it just wasn't working. Only when he used a conduit, like his wand, did he finally gain some semblance of control.
He focused his aura into his wand and opened the gauntlet to reveal his secret weapon. He only had four chambers for dust: wind, fire, lightning, and ice. If he screwed up his concentration, the dust would backfire onto him. And since this was the first time he tried using dust in combat, he better use the one that wouldn't cause the most damage to him.
Choosing wind dust with his aura, he focused and tapped the wind dust with his wand. The wood glowed slight green with wind dust until it formed into a small, glowing sphere at the tip.
"VENTUS!" he cried and flicked his and wand to the Ravagers.
The sphere flew from the tip, which quickly expanded into a large ball of wind. It hit in the center of the Ravager flock and exploded. The result knocked the Ravagers off balance and they fell to the ground. Harry swung his sword in a whirlwind, damaging all the remaining Grimm. Parts evaporated in black smoke before they landed.
"Yes! It worked!" Harry yelled with triumph. He put his wand back into his gauntlet and sheathed his sword. Then he loaded a new magazine into his gun. He made his way to the caravan, which was recovering. "Everyone okay?"
"We're fine," Redd said. "We'll just check the horses and passengers then make our way to Sakurai. We should be there in less than twenty minutes."
"Good, I don't want us to be-"
"SCCCSSSSHHHRRRAAAAAA!"
The high-pitched wail made every hair on Harry's head stand up. He quickly pulled his magnum from the holster and pointed into the woods where he heard the sound. The kids in the caravan began to cry.
"What the hell was that?" said Bravo. He couldn't quit keep his voice from shaking.
The next thing everyone heard was footsteps. The echoed heavily through the trees. Then, the earth began to shake with every footstep.
"Get everyone out of here. NOW!" Harry yelled at Redd.
Redd and Bravo practically leapt into their seats and urged the panicking horses forward. Harry jumped onto the luggage rack of Bravo's carriage. Just as they got moving, two trees were pushed aside near the road and a giant monster stepped into the road. With his night vision, he saw what it was, and his stomach sank.
Gaze. A cyclops-type Grimm.
Humanoid, and standing nearly twenty-feet tall, the Gaze was a rare sight to see. Mainly because anyone who did see usually didn't live to tell the tale. Each foot was the size of a rowboat and had hands big enough to wrap around a large tree. It also had pointed fingernails capable of skewering a Beowolf. It had two large, white spikes growing from the shoulders, a mouthful of jagged, sharp teeth, and a large red eye in the center of its head. On top of its head was another large spike.
To make matters worse, it had bone-armor covering its body than Harry had ever seen on a Grimm.
The giant, red eye focused on the caravan and charged forward. It didn't run as much as take a giant step, covering a lot of distance. Another giant step brought it closer.
Harry realized that it was going to overtake them in moments. It would destroy the first carriage, then find the second. If it does or not, they were leading the Gaze too close to the village.
Harry couldn't do that.
"Dammit all to hell," he muttered. Turning to the front, he yelled, "Bravo!"
"What? Is that thing on us?" he yelled back.
"Get the village, find a Huntsman named Qrow, send him to find me!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Buy you some time!"
{Insert Harvest Trailer theme-Face Everything and Rise by Papa Roach}
Harry jumped off the carriage with his sword withdrawn. He landed and skidded across the ground. He slowed to a stop using his sword as an anchor. Switching his sword to his left hand, he pulled his magnum and fired on the Gaze, chipping off a piece of its bone armor. It didn't feel it, but it did notice the loud bang and the human at its feet. It stopped and roared at Harry. Its foul breath washed over him, pushing his hair and feathers back.
Harry fired again and again, trying to aim for a spot of black skin that wasn't protected by armor. One dust bullet did connect, but all the wound did was slightly smoke. The Gaze acted like it didn't even feel it.
But recognizing the challenge, it responded by raising a large foot and tried to crush Harry. Harry easily dodged it, but almost stumbled when the shockwave hit him from the impact. Regaining his balance, he rushed forward and slashed at the leg with the sword in his left hand. Again, it barely made a difference, even with his strength. The limb was too thick to slash all the way through. It just made a small cut that slightly smoked.
Crouching on the ground, Harry leapt backwards to gain distance between him and the Grimm. Then did it again until he felt he was a relatively safe distance away. He ejected his empty magazine and loaded his last one. He hoped it would be enough to last until Qrow got here. If not, he could use it on was the Gaze's weakness: it's eye.
The Gaze grabbed a tree from the side of the road and uprooted it from the ground. Then it threw the tree at Harry. Gathering himself, he leapt into air as the tree flew beneath him. Harry easily landed on the ground.
It was a stalemate. Harry couldn't hurt the Gaze, but the Gaze was too big and slow to catch him. Harry could only hope it would be enough for help to arrive.
"It can't get any worse," he mumbled.
The Gaze roared again. Instead of picking up another tree, it straightened up and took a deep breath. Its' eye began to glow brighter. When the eye began to crackle with red electricity, Harry was beginning to get a bad feeling.
"Oh, bugger me, it got worse," he cursed. Harry leapt off the road and into the forest.
Just in time. A large, red beam of energy shot from the Gaze's eye. It tore through the road for nearly two hundred yards before it stopped. Harry could see the smoking ground and the five-foot divot it caused.
"Damn, that would have cooked me alive," he said as he rested on the treetops. But then Harry heard the crackling energy again. "Dammit!"
The energy beam shot through the trees, then arced towards him. Dozens of treetops were severed as the energy burned away. Harry jumped to the ground just in time, but a large tree branch landed on top of him. Harry's aura blocked any damage, but it was a heavy blow and now he was trapped underneath the rubble. He gritted his teeth and pushed the heavy tree off him.
Harry sat on a tree and pulled out his scroll. From the bandits earlier, the wind dust, to now, his aura level was at 20%. What's more, that last blow left him very weak. He couldn't keep his strength up much more. And even worse, he could hear the heavy footsteps walking towards him. Moments later, he saw the Gaze coming.
Grunting, he pushed himself up and got ready to fight. The Gaze saw Harry and roared. It pushed trees aside and stomped over debris to finish him off. Harry groaned and aimed his magnum towards the Gaze's head. Maybe he could get off a lucky shot.
But then, the Gaze stopped and roared even louder, twisting its body. A small pillar of smoke at emerged from its back
And on its back was Qrow.
Qrow had his weapon in its scythe mode. It was strong enough to wound the Grimm, but not enough to kill it with one blow. The man leapt off the Grimm's back and hurried towards Harry. He smirked.
"Don't tell me this guy is giving you problems?" he grinned at Harry.
"Not at all," said Harry and reached out a hand. Qrow gripped it and pulled Harry to his feet. "Was just about to finish him off."
"Well, sorry to steal your thunder."
"You should."
Gaze roared and charged again, smoke leaking from the wound in its back. Harry holstered his magnum, then pulled his wand from his gauntlet.
"Finally got control of dust, huh?" Qrow remarked at Harry's wand.
"Somewhat."
"'Somewhat' isn't going to work. I could barely take this thing down on my own. Our only chance is to work together."
Harry took a deep breath. "Right. Can you keep it distracted?"
"Sure," he said sarcastically. "Let me take the blows while you do what?"
The duo was forced to separate as the Gaze raised a closed fist and slammed it in the spot they just where. Qrow leapt onto the severed trees that were still rooted to the ground. He switched Halbringer into its shotgun mode and started firing at the Grimm's head. Annoyed, the Gaze swiped its hand at Qrow. He leapt off the severed tree and landed on another one, firing again.
Harry took advantage off the Grimm's distraction and focused on his aura into his wand and tapped the lightning Dust. His hand began to crackle with lightning energy. He had to be careful because this was going to use up the last of his aura.
Keep your focus.
Lightning dust was harder than wind dust. Harder than fire or ice too. Lightning like to bounce around, finding the closest point to escape. Slowly, Harry focused on the dust to travel into his wand and to the tip. A yellow sphere emerged from the tip, but Harry could already feel the chaotic energy beginning to slip from his control.
Harry pointed his wand at the Gaze. Right at the back of the monster's knee.
"Fulgur!" he cried.
A bolt of lightning erupted from Harry's wand with a loud sonic boom. The bolt hit the Gaze right in the back of the knee. The attack paralyzed the Grimm's leg, which buckled underneath him. Qrow switched his weapon into its sword mode. He leapt into the air, using gravity to slash the Gaze across its large chest. The attack didn't kill the Grimm, but a large column of smoke began to pour out of the wound. The Gaze roared and covered the wound with both hands.
Harry took his chance. Withdrawing his sword, he gathered his leftover strength into his legs and leapt into the air. The tall jump let him land on the Grimm's shoulder. Without hesitation, Harry used his Phoenix Fire to cover his sword in flames and then ram it into the skull of the monster. The Gaze stiffened, then disappeared in a haze of gold dust.
The final blow left Harry exhausted, so he couldn't catch himself as the monster he stood on suddenly disappeared. Luckily, Qrow was able to catch him before he could hurt himself any further.
"Huh. Not bad, kid," Qrow said as he helped Harry sit on a fallen tree.
"What took you so long to get here," Harry muttered.
"Traffic."
Qrow carried Harry to village, which a crowd of citizens were waiting for them to arrive. Redd, Bravo, and all the passengers cheered and applauded as Harry approached.
"Thanks a million, kid," said Redd as he handed Harry a pouch. "Your pay. There's a little extra for saving us."
"Thanks," replied Harry. As the crowd dispersed, Harry turned to Qrow. "Did they tell you about the bandits?"
"As soon as I get you to inn, I'll go after them with the constables to arrest them if they're still there," Qrow replied. He then smiled. "Wait till you see the skirt length on the innkeeper."
A dinner and a bath later, Harry was checking his Scroll for messages. There was a ground antenna nearby to help with the signal, but today there was some interference. Harry had sent Ruby a message earlier about what happened with the caravan. It got sent. But now Harry was walking around the room, trying to find a signal to receive a reply.
Minutes later, Qrow walked in. There was an odd look on his face as he looked at Harry.
"What's up?" Harry asked.
"How many bandits did you say you left?" Qrow asked.
"Five. They were injured, but alive. I did sense a sixth with my semblance, but I didn't find him."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep. Thought I found him, but it ended up being a raven."
Qrow seemed startled for a moment, but then sighed. "That explains it."
Harry sat on the bed. "What's going on Qrow?"
"The bandits are dead."
Harry felt his blood freeze. "Dead? But I didn't-"
Qrow held up a hand. "I know you didn't kill them, kid. They were killed afterwards. Probably by their leader."
"Their leader? Why?"
"Most likely for failure. Especially if they were beaten by some scrawny punk."
"Again, why?"
Qrow sighed as he sat down on the other bed in the room and took off his boots. "Some bandit tribes have an initiation trial in which the head chief gives them a mission. If they succeed, they can join the tribe. Fail, and it's either exile or death."
Harry felt sick. While he didn't regret fighting the bandits to save the caravan, knowing he resulted in their deaths was unsettling.
"Don't worry too much about," Qrow reassured him. "They made their decisions. They would have killed you and the passengers for the cargo. Probably would have done worse things to women and kids."
Harry felt sicker. "Scumbags."
"That they are." Qrow stretched onto his bed and laid down. "Now get some rest. You leave tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" asked Harry. "Where are we going now?"
"I'm continuing my mission. You, however, are going back to Patch. School starts in a couple of weeks.
