Rider didn't need the sight of an Archer to know that the god of light was near. Those clouds did nothing to hide his presence and the army of toys, now marching in unison. They were impossible to keep hidden.
"For a god responsible for creation," he thought out loud. "He doesn't seem to be quite capable of destroying the stuff he makes." Was it because creation was his domain? If he wanted to, the god of light could have done created things that destroyed. Or was it the domain of darkness only?
"There are rules now," answered Jeanne. Her banner flew in the gentle breeze. "Rules dictated by the combat of Remnant's dominant species."
"Combat?"
Jeanne nodded. "Grimm and humanity. Whatever happens after this Grail War, Remnant will change the very way it works."
"And suddenly, I could already guess why the god of light is involved."
"You only realized it now?"
"I see the sense of it, now," Rider corrected.
Jeanne chuckled a little. "Well, I don't suppose you have any advice, being a knight from the fairy tales, against our resident dragon problem?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're a knight fighting for a kingdom against a dragon that seeks to burn it down. You even have a trusty steed at your side. Really little brother, we're living the actual fairy tale story right now."
"I seem to recall that those fairy tales had another thing that we're missing: a damsel locked away in a tower."
"Oh is my dear Rusted Knight maiden-less?" Jeanne had to be nervous herself. Rider could see the forced stiffness on her. "Well I happen to know a Holy Maiden that's available. Would that suffice? I think I have a handkerchief to give you around here as a token of a lady's favour."
It wasn't the battle itself that was getting to them; it was the responsibility of every huntsman under their command. Rider and Jeanne may be capable Servants and these huntsmen could handle the toys on their own, but the same could not be said about the god of light. Neither were too certain how the god of light would fight himself.
Is it a bad thing I'd rather go against the god of destruction? He thought. At least he destroys. We know that. That's weirdly comforting. I mean, he creates things that destroy but he does destroy things himself.
From below, on the outside, there were no huntsmen. All huntsmen with long-ranged weaponry were on the walls. Those whose range was limited were on the inside of Vale's walls. No airships were deployed; all the Dust supplies were reallocated to either ammunition or to land-transport. This was going to be a siege with Vale being at a severe disadvantage.
With them was team JNPR. Pyrrha's presence here was overshadowed by the Servants. But she was needed here on account of being Rider's Master. They'll need to be as efficient with aura as much as they could. She'll have to stick close to Jeanne. Rider couldn't come back just to boost her recovery.
"We just have to stall them out, Rider." Jeanne read his mind. There were a few huntsmen with them. Rider recognized a few faces as those from the older years. Any one of them might recognize him and they weren't about to risk having them be distracted, unlikely that would be.
"I just wish we'd at least know what Archer's plan is with the Golden Record," Rider said. "I have no idea how playing that thing is going to get draw god of light away."
"It has something to do with the CCT," Jeanne answered. "I saw the protection there. No one would put that much security there unless we need to communicate with the other kingdoms. I personally would have used that time to call for aid."
The Servant siblings could already hear murmurs and whispers among the huntsmen. Being made to stand like they were soldiers was a new experience for many of them. Vale was always used to being more free-form and individualistic. A few small groups and alliances was the most amount of coordination that they ever did. But now, they were genuinely standing in as an army.
"It's is good thing you're around," Rider said. "I don't think I could lead armies like this."
"I wasn't alone," Jeanne answered. "There were many more capable tacticians and strategists than I was."
"Yet, you were known for leading your people, and the times that you led were successes."
Jeanne shook her head. "Not always. I had my failures."
"Doesn't change that fact that you did, and that you did succeed."
Astolfo could be seen making circles on Hippogriff. The only one with any access to airspace, Astolfo was essentially the scout for them. While his flying close to the god of light had brought some worry, seeing him come back brought relief. No huntsmen were asking why there is a Hippogriff around.
He shook his head. "No units. They march as they please. No order either. Just a swarm of toys. They were endless! I couldn't see the end of it!"
Jeanne and Rider sighed but were unsurprised.
"Marching in formation is a human thing," Jeanne said. "To a god, such matters might not be considered. Plus, god of light hasn't led an army, has he?"
Rider shook his head. "No fairytales or legends on that. At best, you have chosen champions representing his will. Those were the ones that led armies."
"I say we go out there and meet them!" Astolfo declared. "I can go out further to the end. Meet you all in the middle!"
"Can't," Jeanne said. "We'd exhaust ourselves faster. Once we're out, nothing is going to protect Vale. Grimm have been sighted retreating from the walls."
Salem. She was moving closer too. Vale was about to be attacked on both sides. Its once natural borders serving as its protection is now serving to keep them trapped inside.
"Besides," Rider added. "We need the CCT. Archer's… advice."
The Golden Record. A phonograph record which contained the story of Earth. Archer saw it to be necessary for their plans and was absolutely confident in its ability to draw the god of light towards Atlas. Whether that was true remains to be seen. Was it true or was it simply a sleight of hand?
But considering Archer's identity, it was a strange comfort for all their minds and hearts as the three Servants now stood side-by-side, waiting for the first line to arrive. Archer may be a selfish man, in it for his own desires, but none could deny the genius of his intellect. They could trust that. They could trust that them surviving long enough was in Archer's interests.
The toys were not uniform in their formation. Despite the sheer number of pawns among them, Rider could see bishops, rooks, and knights on the front, not as commanders, but as any other common soldier. They appeared from the trees.
"Gunners!" Jeanne called.
Astolfo pulled out his horn. Without invoking its true name, it was just a horn. Rider had his own. It was old and gifted to him, courtesy of Saber and Ozpin. A thing of the past, it had been used in the Great War. He was making sure it was ready.
Speaking of horns, most had them. They weren't used right now as the command was spread verbally. Every long-ranged huntsmen readied their weapons, but not one of them took aim, not yet. Jeanne kept her hand low.
The looming presence of the god of light made every gunner there point their weapons at him. Not one pulled the trigger but Rider could see that their fingers were quite itchy. But the armies were still too far from them.
"Hold!" Jeanne commanded. "Hold!"
Then, all of Vale beheld the appearance of the god of light. Appearing before them as a dragon of sunlight, there were many who were already questioning their faith or were reconsidering their place as Vale's defenders. Remnant may not be the most religious place known to Rider, but that didn't mean there weren't any devout believers.
His approaching figure made those trigger fingers itchier with every distance that was closed. Jeanne kept her hand up, not letting anyone take the first shot. Many were already wishing that Jeanne would give that command; Rider could see it in their eyes.
Rider readied his shield. The god of light appeared to be headed specifically towards his direction. Astolfo readied his weapon too. Jeanne had her banner ready, spearhead pointed at the fast approaching dragon.
Jeanne whispered to Pyrrha something that Rider could not hear. Whatever it was, Pyrrha nodded.
Then, Pyrrha shuffled towards him. "Don't do anything hasty, Rider. There's no telling what he would do with Voyager being a part of you."
"I know," Rider whispered. "And I have a bad feeling about this."
The god of light approached them. Rider tensed in his stance. His broken sword ready to strike. Paper Pleasers wrapped around his legs to keep him grounded.
But the god of light flew above him and went straight for the kingdom.
It was Jeanne who realized it first. "It's not Rider. It's Ozpin he wants."
Unsurprisingly, those from inside Vale's walls began to panic and shout. Many were screaming and pointing their fingers while those in command did everything they could to keep the calm.
Then, everyone on those walls heard a battle cry. God of light's army had begun to charge; they were getting closer.
Jeanne quickly recovered. "Gunners!" There was no time for any estimations. They were closing into Vale's range. She raised her flag so that many could see. "Ready! Aim!"
Light's army got closer. Jeanne waved her banner. Then, the attacking army got within their range.
"Fire!"
Colors came in many shapes and speeds from Vale's walls. Single shots, explosives, and heavier sprays rained down on the army of light. Many were already falling as light's armies crept closer to the walls.
Jeanne's eyes burned furiously as massive spears of light appeared and were thrown down.
"Let's go, Hippogriff!" Astolfo was on his mount. "See you on the ground, Rider!"
Rider turned to Pyrrha and Jeanne. Pyrrha nodded once.
"I'll keep her aura up," Jeanne promised. Another spear was thrown. "Good luck."
"Stay safe, Jaune," Pyrrha said.
But Rider could read that face of hers.
Come back, it said.
"I'll be back," Rider said. "I promise."
When Juniper appeared before them, there was a moment of calm and serene feeling that washed over the defenders. They're once nervous jitters were gone and were replaced by that familiar feeling of combat experience fitting for huntsmen and huntresses.
Astolfo may be out there in the air, essentially dive-bombing light's armies since there weren't any airborne toys, Rider was there against the breaking front lines. The numbers were great, greater than even the Grimm. But these toys were also fragile, easily broken and bested. Even the living Jaune Arc, before training with Pyrrha Nikos, would have had an easy time here.
Toys' movements were comically predictable. But they were numerous. There was a never ending number to them that kept on coming. Astolfo was further out just breaking them up and still failed at doing so; the toys just conglomerate together faster than they could break them up.
They were fragile, these toys. Rider had to use the pommel of his sword and his shield more with how much it felt like smashing vases. Juniper's antlers and kicking feet did more than he did.
Rider sheathed his sword. Paper Pleaser shaped itself into a hammer and become Rider's primary weapon. He smashed through one.
There were many different kinds. Each one that Rider could tell had to be from chess. Pawns, rooks, bishops and knights all came in to attack.
As a knight himself, Rider would say that the knights were quite lacking. Irregular in their movements, they were the tallest one among the bunch. Their helmets, if one could call it that, was in the shape of a horse's head.
Paper Pleaser folded into a lance. Rider and the toy knights engaged in a jousting match. Rider tore through many of them, along with the unfortunate casualty of the surrounding pawns.
Juniper thew many of the toys over with her antlers. Her hooves struck the pawns and the latter flew like they were bullets fired from a gun. These toys were light in their weight.
Toys were falling by their hundreds. Astolfo and Rider may have racked up quite the amount on their own but Vale's huntsmen and huntresses surpassed them with their combined firepower. Still, the toys kept on coming.
Rider couldn't see an end to it. Much of his vision was filled with these toys only. The only other were the colors of raining ammo and the glimpses of the wall he could catch.
It's an endurance match, Rider thought. And Vale isn't winning that one. Not against numbers these many.
Rider felt a surge of aura within himself. Jeanne was boosting Pyrrha's healing. The flag was still being waved and Rider could see exaggerated arm movements of commanders giving out their commands.
Vale's huntsmen weren't soldiers, but neither was the army of light. But with Jeanne's commanding presence up there, Vale had the edge when it came to combat.
The skies above them were clear. No rain and no clouds. They were, all of them, fighting beneath the heat of the morning sun. With these numbers crashing against Vale's walls, it would keep going until the afternoon, perhaps evening.
Then, Rider heard a sound of a nearby projectile being fired. The toys have their own archers and they were, all of them, aiming at Astolfo.
Hippogriff flew back and forth, avoiding the volley of arrows fired its way. With Astolfo being the only unit of air support, he had been forced to land. Making one last dive bomb, Astolfo landed near Rider.
"How many you got?" Astolfo kept that grin on his. "I already lost count."
"Same." There were just too many toys.
"Start over?" Astolfo slammed his weapon against a toy. "Got one."
Rider bashed one and kicked another. "Two."
"May the best Rider-class win!" Astolfo declared.
Right now, Vale's front line only consisted of two Servants: a fairytale of the Ever After and a paladin of Charlemagne.
Rider saw something being brought to the walls. "Ladders!"
The two fought them off, destroying as many ladders as they could. But it's just the two of them. The army of light eventually made it to the walls and have begun to get plant the ladders.
Some of them broke apart, Rider managed to catch a familiar hum. The ladders were made of metal.
In the distance, toys fell as something pushed them off. Electricity. They were shocked off.
Semblances of different kinds were being used here. Each one keeping the ladders off, slowing down the eventual ascent of the toys. But the numbers were too many.
The gates were still standing. The volleys of ammunition were lessening as more engaged in the melee. Ladders were being pushed off as more clamped on.
"Astolfo!" Rider called out. "Fall back to the walls!
"You got it!" Astolfo replied. "Cover me!"
"Juniper!" Rider cried.
"Hippogriff!" Astolfo followed suit.
The two Rider-class Servants made their way back up on the walls, making sure to take out as many ladders as they could along the way.
On the walls, the skirmishes were irregular that there few who could still shoot down.
Below, huntsmen were bracing the gates. Toys were breaking it down.
Jeanne was busy commanding them all. Ren was covering for Nora as she electrocuted every ladder she touched. Pyrrha broke the ladders, preventing their use. Ladders only pushed off were used and placed again.
"Burn them! Destroy the ladders!" Jeanne commanded.
Ladders fell, crushing more toys as it landed.
"Hold the line!" Jeanne kept giving out commands. "Push them back!" A ring of fire came from her, burning away the toys.
No sign of exhaustion was had yet.
The battle of Vale had just begun.
/-/
They were back at Ozpin's office. The tower had been rebuilt, separate from the CCT.
At first, Ruby didn't like being stuck in Beacon. She should have been out there, risking her life, protecting everyone. She was a huntress. She was a Master. She had Lancer. Why shouldn't she be out there? She could already hear them, the distant shouts and commands as civilians are being evacuated to someplace safe.
She wasn't alone in that sentiment. Weiss and Yang were pretty much the same. But, like the rest of her team, such sentiments faded at the sudden presence that broke into headmaster Ozpin's office.
"Hello again, Ozma," said the large being of light. He looked human in shape but had antler horns on his head. "Both of you."
Headmaster Ozpin looked like he was about to bow but the flat side of Saber's blade stopped him. Saber stood tall and proud, just like the king he was supposed to be.
The god of light studied Saber especially. "How is it that the face you will have remembers the respect that is owed to me and my brother while you do not?"
"I am the King of Vale, your divinity," Saber answered. "A heroic spirit forged by the legends and myths that have marked my place in the Throne of Heroes. As Vale's sovereign king, my duties and dedication is towards Vale's people. As we speak, my people are threatened by your actions. To bow to you is to surrender."
"It would have been a wise decision, your grace," god of light replied. Yet, Ruby felt it wasn't as gracious. There was something… irritated that painted that voice. "Your people are needlessly dying for an invader. Invaders that you have put in charge on those walls."
Ruby saw Saber's eyes narrowed. Then, professor Goodwitch came into the room. She paused at the sight of the god of light but kept going anyway.
"Ozpin," she said. Her voice unsure. "They've made it to the walls."
"Have they broken through?"
"They will eventually, Ozma," answered the god of light. "They will not tire. But your people will, and so will the Servants."
Ozpin turned to Watts and Archer. "How much longer?"
"As soon as miss Branwen returns, we'll know." Archer sipped on his tea, unbothered by it all.
God of light continued. "I have tasked you, Ozma, to unite the peoples of Remnant, to bring together the four Relics so that I and my brother would return."
"And yet, here you are." Saber stood between the god of light and Ozpin. "In doing so, that covenant we have made is now null and void."
"I have come to deal with the interloper. An interloper that all of you here seem to be quite intent on protecting. Why?"
"Perhaps the Holy Grail is a means of uniting the world," Saber answered. Ruby caught Archer raising an eyebrow. That was a lie. "Me and my Master are simply doing what we must to fulfill that which was once entrusted."
"I have already gifted you with the means to do so. Salem has yet to truly understand the meaning of life and death, and this Grail War would only prevent her from truly understanding that."
"Then, it is only a matter of conquering my enemies," Saber answered. "For if I cannot unite them through diplomacy, I will by conquest. Would those terms had been acceptable?"
The god of light went silent.
Then, the god of light turned to them. "And you, children?" Ruby and Lancer found themselves stiffening. "You too would use my gifts against me?"
"W-we," Ruby stammered. "We just w-want to protect e-everyone… sir?" How does one even address a god right in front of them?
"Are you now?" he asked. "And would that include this trespasser, who had no right to be here?"
"I-I don't think i-it's Voyager's fault, sir. Mister divinity, sir. Sir divinity. Heavenly majesty?" Ruby nearly buckled when the room darkened. The god of light was being scary right now but Ruby couldn't point to why; he had no face. "I-I mean, I'm sure he didn't mean to come here!"
"Precisely," god of light said. "That child was never meant to come here. It should not have come here."
"I believe I would have to object to that sentiment, oh god of light," answered Archer.
"And you? Were once one of my creations?"
"I can assure you, I am not." Archer fixed himself. "Professor James Moriarty. Servant class: Archer. Napoleon of Crime. Resident of London and currently a representative and spokesperson for the planet Earth."
"So, you're one of them, then?"
"Quite so." Archer nodded. "I shall advocate for young Voyager here and claim that his presence here was but chance."
"That is not acceptable."
"But it is what has occurred. My world, Earth, has always sought to reach the stars. To find others much like themselves and explore the vast spaces of creation."
"Why? Are they not satisfied with their own home?"
"Oh, I'm sure many are. But Earth's humanity is ever filled with dreamers and adventurers. Those who always sought that which is beyond them is as naturally human for us as it is to stay at home. Young Voyager was the culmination of that effort."
"Then perhaps you should have chosen a different world."
"I'm afraid that we didn't have a choice. We only had hope, fool's hope for some sure. But hope still. I deeply apologize on my humanity's behalf for any trespass that we have committed against you."
Watts was checking on his scroll. Were they stalling? They were stalling.
The god of light stood in their presence. None dared to move. But Ruby saw that Lancer and Saber held their weapons tightly. Archer had his fingers on the trigger.
God of light sighed. "It really such a shame that this experiment has turned into another failure. You have been given gifts. But it was not enough. Despite half of your selves being made by me, it would seem that you are but agents of my brother. Everything you create was for the purpose to destroy."
He may not have any eyes, but Ruby could tell that the god of light was focused on Saber's sword. The god of light began to rise above them. Slowly, his arms receded into his form as he grew longer. He grew whiskers as a scalier appearance replaced the human-like one that he had earlier. The room they were all in was losing its space.
"If that is to be your choice," the god of light declared. "Then this shall be the consequence."
Lancer and Archer moved first. They brought with them everyone out of that room. Ruby caught a glimpse of Saber raising his sword. Ozpin followed them as they all broke the windows and jumped out.
The top of Beacon's rebuilt tower exploded. A massive dragon, the god of light kept growing before the debris fell halfway. Ruby saw movement. Something had struck the god of light. But the CCT remained unscathed.
Saber, changing his face again, appeared before them and held onto Ozpin.
All of them landed on the ground.
"Now children," said Archer. "I don't think it needs to be said, but I do believe it is important to keep yourselves safe." He addressed Yang. "Especially you, miss Xiao Long. We only have two means."
"I'm not some princess that needs to be protected."
"No. You are the objective and one of two keys of ensuring our survival."
The god of light roared. Huntsmen and what few civilians were still out in the open beheld the sight before them.
"Can you stall him, Saber?" Ozpin asked.
Saber had finished changing face. His voice changed to but kept the mannerism. "Yes, my Master."
"Archer," Ozpin demanded.
"It couldn't be done on time." Archer shook his head.
Ozpin cursed but drew his weapon. They all did. "Alright then. Miss Rose, take your team to the CCT, protect it at all cost."
"Understood sir!" Ruby nodded. "Yang, Weiss, Lancer, let's go."
"Saber," Ozpin said. "Show me your answer."
"Answer?"
"Show me what a king is to a god."
/-/
"Dragon!" called one of the huntsmen. The message spread. "Dragon in Beacon!"
"God of light!" cursed Jeanne. "His armies have no need for commands. They're going to crush us with sheer numbers." She raised her voice. "How goes the defense?"
"We're holding!" replied a huntress.
On one end was Rider. On the other end was Astolfo. Jeanne held the middle with Pyrrha by her side. Rider needed to focus more on the battle. Aura reserves would have gotten to her eventually.
Jeanne had to make a decision. If she left, Pyrrha would be forced to come with her, taking Rider along. Servants and huntsmen were capable fighters, easily taking on tens or hundreds of these toys on their own. The problem was that these toys were more than thousands of thousands.
"Pyrrha," Jeanne said. "Take Rider and fall back."
"But we can help."
"I know." Jeanne gave one last boost to Pyrrha's reserves. "But the god of light is in the middle of the city. The CCT cannot fall."
Pyrrha took a moment but nodded once. She cried out, "Rider! We're falling back."
Rider had his complaints but it didn't take that long to tell him either. Jeanne took his place as she called out to Astolfo, "it's just us two, Astolfo!"
"You got it!"
Team JNPR all leapt from the walls and rushed back into Vale. Jeanne rushed towards Rider's end, commanding as she needed and pushing the toys back. They have yet to breech the walls. They have yet to do anything to the gates. Huntsmen and huntresses exchanged places as the energized relieved the exhausted. No horrible thing yet. But Jeanne knew it would eventually come.
Jeanne blasted through the toys that got on the tower. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening.
These toys were more focused on getting past the wall. A few had already fallen off on the inside. They broke as they fell but the numbers were easily replaced. From the forests, more toys could be seen coming out of it. If Jeanne wasn't mistaken the trees movements were more of them. The trees kept moving even farther than what Jeanne could even see.
Without Pyrrha, there was one less huntress whose semblance would directly influence these ladders. Jeanne had to make do with what she had. Those who recalled fellow huntsmen with similar enough semblances were called forth. Nora stuck around to electrocute those ladders.
Ladders were made electric, hot, slippery, frozen, or were simply thrown off as the toys crushed themselves. They had no other means of movement when the ladders fell on them. They were crowded down there.
Jeanne raised her hand high. A ball of flames appeared before her as she flew above, her eyes roaring the flames of another Remnant's Fifth Maiden. The mass ball of flame descended and burned the area, leaving behind a blackened mark that would remain on this side of Vale for decades to come.
Yet, the toys quickly filled that gaping hole in their ranks. And kept charging. Dust was used liberally now with more emphasis on explosive properties.
"They just keep coming!" cried a huntress. "No matter how many holes we poke into them; they just keep coming!"
Jeanne gritted her teeth. They just kept coming and the number of toys moving onto the walls were increasing. Those that moved past them had struck on the huntsmen ascending the walls. Others fell on the Dust supplies being brought their way.
Arrows flew past them. Astolfo was flying in circles.
Jeanne heard the voice of Peter Port. "Come at me, you bastards! Come and meet my pretty axe!"
She nodded at the sight. Port can handle himself. Oobleck was there too, though he was more focused on the mission than whatever Port was doing.
The toys that were classified as rooks stood in Jeanne's way. The thing that made these ones unique is that they were tougher than most of the other toys, the pawns. One could not cut through these rooks easily. So, Jeanne did not cut them.
Instead, she blasted them away. Using the stone-like remains, enforcing them a little, and threw them down. It was bound to hit something.
The rooks were sturdier and endured their falls into Vale's cities. The huntsmen still there were dealing with them.
They're not breaking through, Jeanne thought. They're slipping through.
More gaping holes were made in the army of light. But they're quickly filling it. They kept coming. Huntsmen, huntresses, and Servants could easily best these toys without much effort. But they would eventually with those numbers.
It was clear enough to anyone on that wall: Vale's attrition will be tested.
/-/
"Everybody that could fight, come on!" Sun Wukong called out.
Not many faunus there were willing to fight. Many had already despaired when the sight of that dragon came in. At this point, Sun didn't appear that surprised at all. Servants. Grail Wars. Horrible sea creatures. All sorts of things had been happening that Sun's going numb to it.
"Take it to the North wall!" Ilia commanded. Faunus were carrying supplies of Dust to the north wall.
A building collapsed, shaking the ground. There arose a large cloud of dust. A shadow moved. A figure came out.
Stabbing his sword to the ground, the man that Sun marked as being so similar to Saber pulled himself back. The dude even had Saber's sword. He went back into battle where the silhouette of a dragon had appeared.
Shots were fired and the dragon came for that old guy carrying a coffin. Sun remembered him as Archer.
"Damn," Sun said. "Old guy's got moves."
"Sun, focus!" Ilia said. "We need to get these people to safety. Peach is waiting for us at the shelters."
"Right. Where's Blake?"
"You didn't see her?"
Sun shook his head. Then, two called out, "Blake! Blake!"
They heard the voice of Adam Taurus. "If you're going to insist on staying out of it, Blake, then move!" On his hands were Blake's weapons, Gambol Shroud.
The two saw them. Adam forced Blake to move as she hurried along.
Adam Taurus approached them. "Where?"
"North Wall," Ilia said. "Relieve them of their duties."
"Hey." Sun held his hand. "Is Blake…?"
"It's up to her to come back to the fight. None of us here are going to push her there." He took out Gambol Shroud. "Take this."
Sun took it well enough. Now was not the time for any conflict. "Keep her safe."
"I owe a blood debt to her father. Would I accept any less?"
Adam Taurus drew his weapon and rushed towards the North Wall.
Ilia took her moment to slump. "We just went through one thing, and now we go through another?"
"Hey, at least we got more people to fight with us." Sun patted her on the shoulder. He had been regaining that physique of his.
"Right." Ilia nodded. "We won't let it happen again."
AN: Writing the first part of this chapter, I realized just what does the domain of Creation and Destruction really entail? Sure, Grimm are creatures of destruction but they were created to do so. Are light's creations capable of destruction? My head hurts trying to become a philosopher for this.
Anyways, these are going to be rough chapters for me. I welcome any critics and suggestions for improvements for the next few ones. If it's something that I could use for future fics, even better.