Come on Blake, get it together. Why can't you get past it? It isn't your fault, he jumped in front of him. You couldn't stopped yourself.
The girl looks at the mask left on her table. It looks as it is able to encompass the upper half of someone's face, shining in pure white from the light above and etched upon it is red and black markings around the eyes and the corners of the mask.
But what if that was the wrong choice? What if you just changed direction or stopped your swing? What if- "Blake."
Her head pops up but she doesn't turn around to the man's voice. "What is it?"
"It's almost time." She hears him step forward for a while and hear him stop walking. "Is something wrong?" Can I talk about it? I shouldn't talk about it. "Blake, you are in a safe space, a secure building and you are with your true family."
Her ears flick once, slightly turning her head, "Family?" She looks back to the mask, staring at it. "Did I make the wrong choice?"
"What wrong choice?"
"..." Her face creases at the memories of blood and the horrified expression. "Cutting off Jaune's arm."
"Jaune? Ah, the armored human." She hears two more steps before he stops, "You are wrong. That isn't a wrong choice, you did the right thing, striking him. And even more so that you proceeded to cut it off even afterwards."
Blake's eyes stare widely at the mask, her breathing trembling out of rhythm. "... He was begging me to stop."
"He was going to kill me and anyone associated with the White Fang. Cutting off his sword arm was and is still the correct choice." A sigh comes from the man, "Blake. I have never lied to you for wanting some time away from the family. And look where you are. Be honest Blake, did you feel happy there?"
"..." Blake says nothing, her eyes moving left to right, still thinking of her time away from the White Fang.
He puts his gloved hands on her shoulders, "And what about now, are you happy here?" She nods. "Blake, I admire your quick decision to save me and everyone else is grateful that have come back to our beloved family. Remember what I said when you left?"
"'... I'll be waiting Blake, and everyone else will extend their arms if you ever want to come back.'"
"And you came back. That was a very tough choice and you being here is incredible to all of us. Back to your beloved family." He shakes her shoulders, "Say it with me, Blake."
"I'm home."
"I'm home."
He's right. I am home. "Now." He takes the mask on the table and offers it to her, "Do you remember what I wanted you do?"
She takes hold of the mask, "Yes Adam. I remember."
He puts a finger on her chin, directing her to face him with a smirk on him, "Then repeat it for me, my darling Blake."
"To kill Sienna Khan."
(FR)
The Ursa roars as it charges at the Warriors. The three Warriors scatter away from the charge as 004 fires her rifle, hitting its shoulder before dodging out of the way as well. "Any ideas, girls?"
022 fires her revolver, "Shoot it to death!"
"Good enough." 008 remarks. She runs to the left flank of the Ursa, shooting its arm. The black beast gives attention to her, swiping its left paw at 008. She steps back from the paw and jabs her bladed rifle in between its paws toes. It recoils back, roaring in pain as 008 fires at its back. 022 gets the ursine Grimm's attention by shooting the hurt paw.
It swings its paw at 022 but she backsteps away, shooting its face in the process. 008 runs back to 004, looking at her and the injured Grimm, "What now?"
004 releases an empty round from her rifle, "Twenty-Two, alert us if any other Grimm come by."
"Got it." 022 nods, dashing away from the fight.
She looks to her other companion, "Eight, we're gonna push this thing to the trunk."
"That's the plan?" 008 says, shooting a glare.
004 smirks, "That's the plan."
While on the other side of the tree, 091 shoots wildly at the target, "SOMEONE SAVE ME!" The Ursa is unfaltered by her panic and proceeds to charge at her. 091 continues firing, not even keeping a steady aim, "I WANT TO GO-Oof!" She feels another body slamming into her. She looks up, seeing the helmed Warrior with the numbers 102 crudely painted on the front.
"Bloody blazes 091, shut up!" The voice coming from 102 is slightly distorted by the helmet and the angered tone from her. "I am not going to die while listening to your pathetic voice!" She blocks the Ursa's paw with the shaft of her pike.
She pushes against the paw and manages to make the Ursa become unbalance. She stabs the Ursa's chest, one at its stomach, another at its neck causing it to step back on its hind legs. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" She stabs upwards at the Ursa's jaw.
She steps back from the Ursa, seeing it drop down on the grass, slowly turning to smoke. 091 "I... I-"
"Shut up, 091." She hooks her pike onto the fallen tree, "I'm going. You can die here like the trash you are." 102 pulls herself upward, seeing the other Ursa. 022 has hidden behind a tree, shooting at the black beast with 004 and 008 cornering it to the trunk.
004 notices the Warrior on top, "One-Oh-Two, get ready!" She shouts. "Eight, forward!" The two Warriors charge at the Ursa, its giant paw threatening to swipe them both from the left side. 004 holds her rifle out, its blade stabbing deep into it and her feet dragging across the forest floor. The Ursa roars but doesn't relent.
Reversing her grip on her rifle, 008 begins to bash onto the ursine Grimm's face. Small groans comes out of the Grimm but it still hasn't moved. It readys its other paw up into the air and slams it down onto 008. She stops it from crushing her but her rifle sit atop of her arm and the paw, quickly sensing the pressure from it. "004! PLAN!"
"One-Oh-Two, now!"
"HHAAAAHH!" 102 jumps from the log, holding her pike upside down and plunging it into the Ursa's back. It immediately pulls itself upwards, releasing the pressure from 008 and 004. The black beast puts its two large paws down, trying to shake off its latched on passenger. "Just die already!" 102 tries to pull out her pike, but it is lodged deep in enough for the Ursa to violently react by slamming its paws down near 004 and 008, launching the two Warriors away from it. 022 runs out to her comrades, checking their necks and wrists.
The Ursa roars once more and begins its charge, "Oh no." 022 aims her revolver and fires, only to hear a click. "Oh blazes!" She pushes her thumb against the now depleted cartridge to empty her weapon.
"022, get out of the way!"
(A/N: I gotta get back into the habit of actually writing things other than inside my brain)
(people who spent time on putting reviews)
merendinoemiliano: Nah, he's a general and a military man.
nashwhitewolf: He's not gotta have a cancelled game protag's haircut btw.
SaraBeyond: Same here! Gotta lot of numbers in my head to use.
