Once more into the breach, my friends! Must say I am truly surprised by how many people have visited and viewed my work. To those who go through all the chapters of my first work I can only say thank you. While also making sure that my work will only get better as we move on.

Italics= possessed talking.

Blade clashed against claw, bullets cracked against bone, and black ichor was spilled onto the field. Another arm was forced out of his body, and he struck swiftly with his new arm against the spear shaft of the leader. The cowgirl shot her six shooters at him, hitting his bark plates causing frost and electricity to spread across them. He whipped around to strike at her but the purple dwarf stomped her foot and he felt the pull of gravity pull him down. Feeling his body bend at an awkward angle, he used his legs to knock the spear rouge away before separating his limb, which was stuck in the gravity zone.

Zet forced another arm out of his body as he saw the other one turned into a pile of black goo by the magic cast in that area. He saw the purple dwarf let out a heavy breath as she moved to engage him, giving the rouge to fall back and turn his spear into a bow to strike at range with him. Zet dodged one arrow only for it to explode behind him and forced him into a strike by the purple dwarf sending him careening into a nearby tree.

Quickly shaking his head, Zet was really starting to wonder how much this form of his was holding him back or how much the fact that he was holding back was making him lose ground. He got back into a stance, waiting for the right moment; the dwarf moved along his right as the cowgirl moved left, peppering him with more of those magical rounds. When there was a gap between them he reinforced his legs and leaped at the cowgirl letting her dodge him and then moving into the tree line to move for his actual target.

He heard the group scream something, followed by their footfalls following him, he knew he had the advantage now as the terrain moved to favor him. He reached a far enough distance to try and listen in, zoning out the noise of his pursuers for a certain noise. He heard a few of his traps being destroyed behind him and a few questioning voices but when he heard the click of a rifle, he knew where to head. Leaping off the tree branch, having the whizzing of a bullet pass him by, he moved swiftly to where the sniper was.

He heard the sound of someone reloading, the sound of a ramrod going down a musket shaft. He did slow down a bit, wondering why the hell someone would still be using a musket, but the smell of magic in the air answered his question as another flash happened, and the round hit him much harder, sending him back into another tree. He felt magic course from the bullet that had embedded itself in his body. Whoever the sniper was, they were using magic to enchant their bullets. Wonderful.

He heard a snap and a grunt; seems like one of his traps delayed the sniper. He regenerated his body around the wound and went for the noise. He heard the footfalls getting closer so he had to make this a quick one, grabbing some branches to recover some lost mass he came upon the sniper getting out of one of his snare traps. There was a pregnant second between the two before the sniper went to lift his rifle to fire only to be swatted away and have a fist smash into their face knocking them back.

The sniper recovered, flipping his musket to hold it by the barrel before pressing a button and an energy blade came out from the buttstock. Turning the musket into an improvised battle axe, once more, the world confused Zet, but he was in a battle and went on the attack. His claw slashed against the rifle, forcing the sniper to a knee before going to strike with his knee. Only to have the sniper roll out of the way and go to cut Zet's leg off. Zet pulled his leg back using his momentum to pull his leg further up and bring it down for a strike. The sniper lifted up his rifle to try and block, only to have the leg hit harder than the sniper thought and have the rifle be brought down onto his head, pushing him into the ground.

Zet heard a yell nearby. The rest of the group had arrived. Zet quickly grabbed the sniper and tossed it at the group that was coming. The sniper impacted the leader before the cowgirl fired a full salvo at him, only for it to get blocked against one of his arms, covering it in frost. Zet proceeded to cut his own ice-covered arm off and then throw it at the dwarf, the icicle arm impacting hard against the invisible magical barrier surrounding her. Following the dwarf's tumble and the impact of the sniper, he lashed forth, striking with his non-regenerated arm against the cowgirl, forcing her back as another newly regrown arm would pop out and try to smack the dazed leader and sniper.

The claw would rend against the barrier as Zet pushed against the cowgirl, forcing her back against a tree ready to be cut. Only for her to move away at the last second and have the claws cut halfway through the tree. The cowgirl would then grab her lasso, wrap it around Zet's neck, and pull him back. Zet tries to cut himself free but the lasso is covered by an orange glow, then he saw more rope appear out of the lasso, an orange spectral glow to them as they started to rap around his body He swings his arms and legs trying to stop the spectral rope from trapping him. He was stopped as the purple dwarf stomped her foot, and the whole of his body was now fighting against gravity magic to stay upright.

The leader charged at him, jumping onto Zet's back before putting his palms on his shoulders. Zet tried to fight back but felt a forced tiredness come upon him. With a quick thought, he let go of all the fighting and fell to the ground. Letting his eyes close as the leader kept the pressure on his back. It was taking a lot of willpower not to fall asleep, but with the rope around him, he started to leach off the magic that was coming from it. He couldn't take it in the midst of battle but being in his new submissive position allowed him to take more time.

He could hear the group talking now, some taking deep breaths, and a hard kick to his ribcage. It seems like he pissed the group off, which was fine. The more they were angry and allowing their adrenaline to flow out, the easier it would be for this… Next…. Step…

Zet had felt something different from the magic he was taking in. If felt very familiar too familiar, it wasn't arcane that was for sure, it wasn't earth arts, nor was it transfiguration; no he had spent enough time around this energy to know what it was. A soul, the person that had him tied up was using soul magic to do so. Honestly, Zet was impressed, soul magic was one of the harder schools to master, and this person was doing so quite easily. But it wasn't time for congratulations. It was time to make a move; concentrating on the flow of the soul that was binding him Zet traced it back to its body and gave the cowgirl's soul a little hard tug to take some energy from her.

Her gasp and fall to the ground, followed by a glow around Zet's body, gave him the right time to strike. Breaking out of the weakened soul's bounds, he used his backhand to smack the cowgirl into a tree, causing her barrier to shatter and her form to crumble to the forest floor unconscious. With surprise on his side, he grabbed the sniper's face before slamming it into a nearby tree, then following it up by smashing it into the ground, then throwing said body up into the air.

The leader was the first to recover, going for a sweeping strike with his spear to gain some distance. But now soul charged and with an advantage, Zet parried the blade and went for a strike against his throat. This strike was stopped by the massive hammer of the dwarf, denying Zet his swift victory. So he went to attack her but was blocked by the leader's spear. So Zet moved to attack both.

A claw strike was parried only to hit the dwarf, and a hammer blow crumbled an arm only to have it repair itself and strike against her knee. Arrows were fired only to be dodged or thrown back, causing the area to be covered in ice and ambient electricity. Magic was used to try and make another trap, but dirt thrown in the dwarf's eye prevented concentration. Black blood fell to the ground as strikes were traded back and forth, a battle of attrition to see who would come out the victor.

But one stumble changed it from a war to a planned victory. The sniper, midway through the battle, had crashed into the ground only a fair distance from their fight. Zet clawed some loose dirt, throwing it into this opponent's eyes before dashing towards the downed sniper. Learning from his trick the Dwarf covered her eyes and chased after, only to be followed up by the leader who was trying to get some of the thrown dirt out of his eyes.

Zet was about to reach the body when he felt gravity strengthen and push him to the ground. But he was able to reach the gun of the sniper and throw it at the dwarf, forcing her to dodge and drop her magic. With his mobility regained, Zet grabbed the sniper's body and charged at them with a new improvised weapon. A few swings with the body had the two of them back away, trying to not have their comrade hurt. But this was good; letting his grip loose, Zet allowed the poor sap to fly from his grip into the body of the dwarf, knocking her back against the ground and causing her barrier to let out a purple shimmer. The snipper let out a moan as a green barrier shimmered and broke around him.

Three out, and now there was only one. Zet could feel an interesting scent fill the air as he turned towards the leader. He saw the dilation of the eyes, the sweat coming down their face, the slight shake of their body. The man was afraid, and that fear, that fear smelled like a royal meal. He could smell it come from the others in the group a new mix of smells filling the air with their intoxicating negativity. A part of him hungered for this, but he knocked it down, he had control over this body, not the parts he took for his own.

The leader took a breath, let out a war cry, and charged at Zet, his spear ready to skewer him. After such highs and lows, and Zet powered up, it was all for naught. A quick dodge and a strike to the back of the leader's neck broke his green barrier, and the leader fell to the ground. Zet reached for the lasso still wrapped around his neck as the leader crawled for the rest of his group. Zet rolled his eyes as he grabbed the man, flipped him over, and stared into his eyes. There was fear in his eyes as he stared into the glowing red orbs of Zet's shadowbeast eyes. "I'm sorry about this." The leader's eyes widened before a quick punch to the forehead knocked the man out.

With now combat ended, Zet took a look around his area, counting the unconscious fighters around him and the damaged forest the battle had caused. Letting out a drawn-out sigh he grabbed the lasso that was wrapped around his neck and loosened it so it wasn't causing any more discomfort for himself. He then started to tie up the group to bring back to his camp; more than likely not whoever sent these people was going to check in on them. Might as well make sure they see he means good.

As he was gathering the group, he felt that the purple dwarf was still a bit conscious; they still had the barrier up but were out of the fight. An idea popped up in his head as he looked the girl over. Her soul wasn't fully drained; it was a stretch, but honestly, he didn't want to continue to fight people he, at the end of the day,, was trying to help. So, while the idea went against his current morals, he saw it as a needed evil for the future good.

While gathering up the items of the group, he felt some magic coming from the pouches, magazines, and even the quiver of the leader. He remembered that their bullets had some elemental effect on them as he got peppered. Reaching for one of the quick loaders from the cowgirl, he saw that the tips of the bullets were glowing with some vibrant colors. Pulling one of the bullets out, Zet held it in his hand and could feel the magic emit from it. Giving a shrug Zet started to absorb the magic from the bullet and could see the bullet tip dim and feel the magic course through his body. A pleasant sigh was released from his lips as he could feel that tingle of magic go through his body. With a nice little flick of his finger, a small flame formed on his fingertip.

Zet's smile got wider as he looked at all the other bullets and arrows that were letting out their glow. Well, that's a positive; he gathered up the ammo and weapons, along with the unconscious group. He snacked on the magic from the equipment that his foes had on them as he made his way back to camp.

It wasn't that far of a walk from where he was, and the now wider clearing around his camp made it clear how hard-fought the battle was. Standing outside of his cave and looking around nervously was the yellow-haired child looking for him. When her eyes met his, a smile showed on her face, then a concerned look as she saw the group tied up behind him. He waved off her concern as he brought the group to the center of the camp. Setting them down on the ground with a loud thump, Zet sat on an undamaged stump and let out a tired sigh. The girl moved to check on the people; seeing they were breathing and not beaten bloody, she looked at Zet.

With a quick wave, Zet spoke, making sure to follow his words with correct gestures. "They're fine; I just need them here for a bit. But I need you to do something." Zet gestures her to come to him, gently taking away the slightly bloodied bit of fur from her forehead, making sure the wound is healing correctly. Seeing that it was, he gave a nod, put a new batch of fur on her forehead, and reached for one of the revolvers making sure it was empty.

He then handed the revolver to the girl and quickly drew a house in the ground. Pointing towards the girl and then to the house, he spoke. "I need you to go back to your house and give that revolver to your dad or whoever is there. Got it?" He looked at the girl again, who was staring for a moment, looking at the gun in her hand, the drawing, the unconscious group of fighters, and then back to Zet. She gave a nod and started to walk back towards home.

Looking as she walked away Zet looked once more around his ruined camp and let out a sigh. "It's going to be a pain in the ass to clean this place up."


Ozpin set down his scroll; team HUNT had all but one member's aura knocked out. Their vitals were still showing, so the Grim had not killed them. He looked around the cabin around him, Taiyang was out looking for his daughter, and Qrow was standing beside him, also seeing the information. "Shit. What do you think that Grim is doing with them, they're still alive. So it hasn't killed them. Which raises more questions about this Grim." Ozpin simply nodded his head as he thought about their current situation. A whole huntsmen team was taken out by a single grim, their situation unknown, and a missing child. A lot of new things were happening, which was an interesting thing to have going on.

Ozpin was thinking of another way to move forward when there was a soft knock at the door. Qrow looked at Ozpin and went to the door to open it and at the door was the young Yang who was holding a non-disintegrating piece of grim fur to her head and had a look of blood on it. Along with that questioning sight was one of the revolvers of Nauclea Carnelian. Qrow quickly crouched and looked at her head wound; seeing it was treated, he grabbed her shoulders and spoke. "Where have you been, Yang? Tai is worried sick. How did you bang your head and who treated it-" Yang taking well after her mother, interrupted Qrow. "Uncle Qrow, the Grim helped me, and it wants to talk… I think." Qrow was about to ask more questions before Ozipn got up and walked over, placing a hand on Qrow's shoulder, he crouched to get to the eye level of yang. "The Grim helped you, you say? How?"

Yang looked away for a second, the usual fear of talking to a stranger, but looked back with strength in her eyes. "I went to warn the Grim you were going to hurt it. It helped me and Ruby from the other Grim so I wanted to be there and try and make sure it didn't get hurt. When I went to warn it, I got stuck in a trap and banged my head against a tree. It hurt, and I yelled out in pain. The Grim grabbed me and took it to its came, where it covered my head and made sure I was okay… It also looked very concerned and sorry about the whole thing. It then gave me some tasty berries." Tang puffs her cheeks and combs her hair a bit. "And ruffled up my hair, messing it up. It even laughed when I made it clear to it not to mess with my hair!"

Ozpin looked at Qrow, who was giving a very confused look at Yang's story. Ozpin was honestly trying his best to not look confused as well. This Grim just kept on surprising them all. "And how did you get the gun Yang?" Yang kicked her foot as she looked back.

"The people that Dad brought over came to its cave. The Grim told me to stay, but I wanted to try and stop them! Show that the Grim didn't mean to hurt anyone! But he told me to stay so I did, my head still hurted, and I. I trusted it to do what was right. I heard it fight the other people and then the fight got far away; I was worried that the people might have hurt it. But he came back with the group all wrapped up. I went to make sure everyone was alright, and they were. Then the Grim made some gestures then gave me this gun. So I think it wants peace."

Ozpin looked at the girl who was staring at him with convention in his eyes. He was about to speak, but the young girl interrupted him. "It's a really nice Grim! It just wants to help; when we went to Signal, it didn't attack us it was just making sure we were alright! Plus its been killing all the grim I mean that's what you said, right, Uncle Qrow!" Qrow looked at Yang, gave a frown, blinked then looked at her. "What do you mean when we went to Signal." Yang staggered a bit, seeing that she said something that she shouldn't have. "Well-" Ozpin raised his hand; they had a greater issue to finish than this family dispute. "Well, we already know this Grim is smart, and it has team HUNT as hostages. So I think for now we shall go and see what this Grim wants. For now." Ozpin stared at the girl. "I think its best for you to go to your room, young lady. You've caused your dad a big headache today." She went to speak again, but this time Ozpin interrupted her. "And I promise you, we will not hurt the Grim."

With that, Yang nodded and went up the staircase where the young Ruby was staring at the whole little event at the door going down. When the two were out of earshot, Ozpin got up and looked at Qrow. "Call Taiyang, tell him Yang has come back home. Offer him the choice to either come back and make sure she's okay or to meet us at the Grim." Ozpin straightened out, making sure he looked presentable. "Apparently, we'll be the first in the history of Remnant to make a spoken deal with a grim." Qrow looked at him before shaking his head and taking a swig of his flask, blinking in the remembrance that it was water in the flask and not his usual whiskey. He spoke up.. "I gotta ask you Oz, on the rank of a strange thing in your life you've seen. Where would this rank."

Ozpin did take a moment to think about all the things he'd seen in his long life. All the strange events he had gone through in his long life. And he had to be honest with himself, this was one of the strange ones. With a nod and walking out the door, he gave an honest answer. "I must admit, Qrow, this would be one of the strangest ones." With that statement out, the two of them walked the path toward the Grim's camp.

As they approached, they noticed the traps laid about, a few trip wires, alarms, and snares dotted along their approach. All of these were already disabled either by Team HUNT or the Grim. As they reached the clearing they could see the marks of battle, trees cut down areas of compacted dirt from Terra's semblance, areas of grim blood. It was a hard battle fought here but the victor was clear, as the Grim was standing in the center of the clearing with a table set for them.

Team HUNT was set beside the table, all unconscious and tied up, excluding one the youngest member of their group, who was seated at the table head laid low with the Grim's hand on her head. As they approached, they saw another person moving into the clearing, the yellow hair of Taiyang came in as he saw the whole setting and moved towards them. As they got closer they saw the Grim nod toward them and gestures for the seats. There were only two so Ozpin and Qrow took a seat as Taiyang stood and stared daggers at the Grim. On the table was a small collection of food stuffs, some berries and dried ham set on bone plates with bone cutlery to go for them all.

Ozpin looked at the tied-up team HUNT then towards the Grim. "Well then, we're here; now, what shall we discuss." The Grim nodded and held a hand up in a waiting gesture. They saw the eyes on the Grim dim and the head of young Terra raise. When they opened, though, they weren't her normal yellow eyes but deep and dark green ones. Her hands moved to take a position on the table. And when she spoke it wasn't her voice but a mix of another. "Gentlemen, shall we begin?" Taiyang jumped back as he heard the voice a shocked gasp coming out of his mouth; Qrow was more vocal as he nearly fell off the makeshift chair and reached for Harbinger, being a bit more vocal on the matter. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Ozpin stayed calm, though he was shocked at this event; the Grim had possessed the girl, something only some rare and near-extinct grim could do.

The Grim raised Terra's arms in a surrender gesture. "I mean, you all no harm and this was the only way to communicate in such a short period of time. Trust me, this situation disgusts me as much as it does all of you. No harm has or will befall this lady because of my actions. This was an emergency, and this needed to be done." The three of them were silent for a moment, many, many thoughts all going through their head. The Grim, or honestly now Ozpin, was starting to question that title and waited a bit before letting out a sigh through Terra. "Ok then, so I can see by your shocked faces; this is not normal here. So let me start with the oldest icebreaker I know." It cleared Terra's throat before beginning. "My name is Zet, and I mean you all no harm; in fact, as evidence should have been provided and seen, I mean to help you all with dealing with the shadow beast that are here."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow; it had a name. And apparently, it didn't know what it was since it was referring to the grim as shadow beasts. Ozpin spoke back, trying to gain whatever he could from this new information. "Your name is Zet." Terra nodded. "Yes, that is, in fact, my name that I just told you." And it could be sassy. This, in Ozpin's mind, had officially taken one of the top five spots of weird things he had experienced. "And you confirm that you helped kill the grim on Patch." Zet, Terra, the Grim thought for a moment, then nodded. "If that is the official name of the shadow-beasts, then yes, I was the one who slayed them. I saw them go after the yellow-haired one's children and wished to protect them. After I saw that, I pledged to kill as many of the damnable creatures that I could so no harm could fall upon others."

It was also either lying about trying to be good or was honest in its endeavors to help people. Before Ozpin could speak, Taiyang moved first. "You're telling me you saw my girls in trouble and helped them, then went after the grim so no one could get hurt by them?" Apparently, the shock of this event was starting to ebb away from the group. Good, that would make things a bit easier for them in this discussion. The possessed Terra nodded. "Indeed, I saw they were about to die and did my best to protect them. No father should ever lose their children..." Ozpin sensed something there, a hint of loss in its words. Then he realized something. "My apologies, Zet it seems we forgot our own introductions." Zet used Terra to wave a hand in forgiveness. "It is fine, you have most likely encountered a situation you never thought you would. So shock has made you miss a few steps in proper introductions."

Ozpin had to nod as he continued on simply. "My name is Ozpin. The man sitting with me is Qrow, and the father of the children you protected is Taiyang." Both men nodded their heads as their names were spoken. At Taiyang's name, Terra raised an eyebrow. "Your name translates to Sun?" Taiyang nodded his head. "Yeah, it's from the old Mistralian language… How did you know that?" Terra seemed to straighten her back as it replied. "It's from a language that I'm actually able to speak. Do you know how to speak it?" Taiyang shook his head. "No, after the treaty of Vytal, most places were taught how to speak the new universal Vytalian language. I think there's only a few places that still speak it."

Terra let out a sigh as she shook her head. "Shame it would have made this situation easier to deal with then. Now that we have gotten introductions out of the way. Let us get to why I sent the Yellow-haired child to-." Taiyang interrupted. "Her name is Yang." Terra nodded at Taiyang before continuing. "Why I sent Yang to bring you all here. I am currently in a situation where I wish to help you all. However, because of my appearance and lack of language skills, I am unable to do so. So for the exchange of these people, you sent after me, along with my continued help with your grim problem. All I ask in return is ways to speak the local language, the history of the region." Terra seemed to look at the cross on Qrow's neck as it spoke the next part. "And any scripture and history of the religions of this place as well."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow at those demands. They wanted to help, and all they wanted in return was to continue helping the people of Patch and find ways to speak to others without a language gap. Through their talks, though, something was itching at the back of his mind; this Zet was acting too human. Far too much to be a creation of Salem, so he decided to put his chips forward and ask. "I can easily provide what you request, I will personally deliver what you need to have a wider understanding of the people and the language here. Though I do have one question to ask."

Terra spoke with a nod to their head. "Ask away." Ozpin straightened up and stared at the possessed Terra. "Do you know Salem?" He could feel Qrow and Taiyang look at him and then at Terra, who quickly shook her head. "If they are from here, I wouldn't know them. But from the reactions of your guards, it seems like it's one I should know."

Ozpin leaned forward, his next words careful, his questions now rising exceptionally. "Then I ask you this, Zet. What are you?" At that a chuckle escaped her lips as she looked up at the sky. "If that is not a loaded question. One that is hard to answer, for your sake." Qrow leaned forward a hand on harbinger. "Why would that be a hard question to ask." Terra turned to look at Qrow. "Because that information comes with a cost, one I'd instead not levy onto your shoulders. Answers that I don't think you or anyone here is ready for, and with how our interactions before this have gone. One that will be rewarded after a good few years of trust. So you asked your question, and I have not answered it, but I will at a later date. I have agreed to help and hand over the people you sent for only something so cheap. Now are we in agreement?" Taiyang was about to go forward and demand something, but Ozpin couldn't let him speak and break this accord with more questions. Whatever was before them wished to help, they only needed to wait for answers from this Zet, so if it was time, he needed answers. He would give it time.

"I do expect that question to be answered at a later date. But yes, we are in agreement; you will get what you need, and I expect you to hold your end of the agreement." Terra smiled. "Good, we have an accord then; now \I have no papers to make this official so we will have to do this the old-fashioned way. I, Zet agree to the terms set before these witnesses and pledge to offer my protection to the people of this realm and to continue the fight against the creatures of grim." Terra's head limply fell to her chest as Zet's hand let her head go and stretched out. Ozpin started to reach out as he began to speak. "I, Ozpin, agree to the terms set as well and will provide Zet with whatever he needs to speak the language of Remnant, to learn its history and religions, and make sure their fight against the grim will go unimpeded."

When their hands touched, Ozpin went to sense the soul of this Zet, and what he caught caused his breath to hitch. He only saw a glimpse, a simple glimpse of a soul, and it was monstrous; it was the brightest soul he had ever seen. Its glare felt like it could blind him, its size beyond measure. He felt the hand he now held tighten its grip. He looked up at the eyes that were looking at him; it knew he tried to look. But Zet shook his hand away and let his grip go letting Ozpin's hand stay afloat for a few seconds before he brought his hand back to his side, and a gulp to clear his dry throat.

Zet nodded his head as he brought Terra to the rest of team HUNT for them to take with them. Then he took his seat at the table again and gestured for the food. Then, afterward, began to eat some of the berries and ham set for them. Ozpin grabbed one of the forks set before them and began to eat; the other two slowly followed him but asked a question, now knowing their host couldn't understand them.

"Oz, if it isn't a grim, doesn't know who Salem is, then what the hell is it." Qrow said in between, eating the food set before them. Ozpin, Ozpin didn't know what to say. Whatever was before them was something he had never seen, with a soul that was greater than any he had ever seen before. Whoever this Zet was, they were things he had no answers to and only questions that only time would give him. So he gave an honest answer to one of his friends. "I don't know Qrow, I truly don't know." With that, he smiled and began to join them in eating, letting the confused looks of Taiyang and Qrow wash over him as he enjoyed some wild berries and some pretty fine smoked ham.

And that's a wrap for chapter 5. I admit it was a bit easier writing the Zet portion this time around. I guess the grove of having to write a small action scene is a bit easier than having to come up with something for leading up to the next plot moment. But now we have the start of the interactions between OZ and Zet. Of course, it took some possession to get his points across but he was able to get his point across and get an agreement in. Though there might be some side effects of said Poession for Terra that will be brought up at a later date. Maybe. Possibly.

Now this chapter is a bit shorter than others, I was going to try and pad it by adding a short Qrow reacting to the craziness scene but I feel Ozpin just being cryptic Ozpin was a good enough end to the chapter.

Now as always Reviews and comments are asked and thanked for!