Keeping the facade intact was of utmost importance for Braylon Monocriffe. It had to be if he wanted to prevent complications. The recent rant at Oobleck's class caused some minor problems with other students. Still, there was a way to fix it at least partially. Which is why he decided to knock on team RWBY's door two days later. He had a free morning so he figured he would try to come up with an apology for offending them, since they were neighbors. It was Ruby who opened the door, already wearing the school uniform. She seemed surprised to see him, but smiled anyways. He wondered if she was mentally present.

"Oh, hello. You needed something?"

"Who is it?!" He heard someone yelling.

"It's Braylon."

At those words, her sister Yang appeared, obviously not happy to see him talking with Ruby, arms crossed. "Why are you here?"

"Uh, hi!" He chuckled sheepishly. "I was wondering if I could talk with Ruby… in private."

"I'm sure Ruby won't mind me being here." A quick look at her told a different story. Stupid blonde and her big sister obsession.

"Alright." He nodded. "Uh, Ruby… do you remember our talk not long ago? Back at the Forge?"

"Yeah?" She looked like she forgot it already. Maybe he shouldn't bring that up. She was a child who was too busy being happy to remember someone sperging about things beyond her control.

"Well… I..." Why was it so difficult to spit out the apology? Was it because of Yang looking like she wanted to beat him up? "Can you forgive me for being so rude with you? Also, I'm sorry if I offended you and your team at Oobleck's."

She blinked. "Uh, sure… why not? Apology accepted."

Even he was surprised. "Just like that?"

"Yes?"

"Huh. Alrighty then. I'll be on my way..."

"Wait!" Yang stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting someone?"

"Whom?"

"The rest of us?"

"Oh, sure… hey!" She grabbed him by the hand and brought him into their room. The white-haired girl was staring at the mirror. When she saw Braylon, she frowned slightly. The Faunus was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, Braylon wondered how could four girls turn a room into a pigsty of colors and makeshift bunk beds.

"Weiss. Our neighbor has something to say. I think we should hear him."

Before we move on, we need to understand that Braylon was a confident individual. He was able to talk to crowds of millions if he needed. Even then, he was a teenager. And like all teenagers, he had hormones raging through his body, although somewhat controlled with the PDA. He could talk to a crowd, yes, but for some reason he found it hard to talk with these four girls who happened to be his age, minus Ruby. All those strangely-colored eyes made him feel uneasy, especially when they belonged to members of team RWBY.

His apology received mixed answers. Yang accepted, probably because of Ruby. Weiss acted like a snotty brat, though she probably accepted too. He wondered what she thought about, seeing her staring at the mirror. If she was angry, she hid it really well.

By no means, this was the end of his troubles. Ruby wanted him to repeat the same comedy with JNPR. He was a bit frustrated, but decided to hide it. Anything to make it look like he was genuinely sad that he hurt their feelings. But even Braylon knew that anyone could see through his thinly disguised lie if they were more careful. When he was done with that task, he decided to leave Beacon. To his chagrin, he discovered that the Bullhead to the city was guarded with robots and security cameras, as were the halls of Beacon, probably to find the killer if they were still in the academy. Another cursed problem he had to solve.

Turns out Remnant did have a dark web of its own. As expected, it was crawling with illegal activities. A forum Braylon stumbled upon, after tedious surfing, turned out to be a blessing. Posting anonymously as a mercenary for hire, he asked if other members of the community had any kind of architectural knowledge regarding Beacon, hidden to the public eye. Many dismissed him as a troll or as a genuinely insane individual. Many, except for one, who requested a talk with him in a private chatroom, claiming to be a member of a mafia organization in Vacuo.

Mafia. That word left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nothing more than organized bandits, but dangerous nonetheless. Braylon said he was unable to travel to Vacuo and the two politely parted ways, mostly because they were anonymous so neither side knew the other. Even if short, the talk with a mafioso gave Braylon an idea. He returned to the forum and asked if someone knew anyone in Vale who sold information for reasonable prices. Someone who knew a bit too much for his own good. The answer led him to a club in downtown Vale.

(Party Hard – Main Theme)

"This place is a shitter… Is that pedobear up there? Nevermind."

The club left much to be desired, as expected from a covert operation. It was mostly dark and deserted, with the dance floor shining thanks to dozens of spinning reflectors and four glowing pillars. Two women approached him. One was wearing red, the other white. They were trying to talk with Braylon, who declined.

"Sorry. Not interested in damaged goods."

It was inappropriate,yes, but there was no time to waste. The women, most likely twins, walked away angrily, allowing him to reach the counter. Behind it stood a man with short black hair, wearing clothes that only a respectable pillar of society would. Ironic, when he and everyone else working in the club were anything but.

"Aren't you a little… gods, I'm repeating myself." The man murmured. "What can I do for you?"

"Looking for a man named Hei Xiong, also known as Junior."

"Who is asking?"

"Someone who is willing to know stuff only he knows."

"I see. Who sent you?" He nodded to someone behind him.

"I am a freelance mercenary."

The man chuckled. "Sure you are."

"Will you tell me where Junior is or do I have to blow this place up?" Braylon raised his head slightly, sighed then lazily turned around. He was surrounded with the staff, all dressed equally. "I knew it would come to this." Braylon said, mostly to himself. "At least I'm going to relieve some of this anger."

"I don't know whose dog you are, but I definitely know you ain't Torchwick's. You won't get a word from me!"

"I'll talk with you later, dumbass. We could've talk peacefully, you know? I guess I don't have a choice now, do I?"

He chuckled. "That's right. You don't."

"Idiot."

(Dead Rising 3 – Darlene)

His first opponent lunged at him with a bottle. Braylon punched him, grabbed the bottle and kicked the man away. He broke the bottle on the next staff member and gave him an uppercut that dislocated his jaw. A third tried to punch him, but got a punch to the stomach instead, grabbed by the suit, lifted up and thrown at the crowd.

"I mustn't kill. It will only complicate things."

Braylon grabbed a crowbar from an unsuspecting man and hit another's head like a golf ball, then smacked the owner in the stomach, making him bend slightly. Five hits to the head with the crowbar, followed by a sixth that broke it, was enough to be sure that he wouldn't wake up so soon.

"What are you doing, morons?! Get that little prick now!"

A faceless coward screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran towards Braylon, behind him. Braylon spun around and grabbed the charging fool, redirecting his attack to another man who tried to hit Braylon with a wrench. The two crashed into each other and fell down. One of many punching bags with legs decided to get serious, so he pushed away everyone around him and began swinging with his nunchuks. He could feel despair coming from the man behind the counter.

"Just hit him already."

Braylon waited for the man to get close, dodged a swipe and punched the man with a right hook. His cheek caved in as teeth fell everywhere. The nunchuks were used to knock-out three more people. Many not-so-brave souls began to flee, realizing they had no possibilities against a Vault Hunter.

A bottle suddenly broke on his head. Braylon, unfazed, slowly turned around. There was a man a bit taller than him, face pale and mouth open, as if he saw a ghost.

"You just wasted… mmm, you wasted some fine whiskey. That was very rude of you, sir. Do you regret your action?"

He nodded.

"Good." A punch to the face sent the man flying several meters away. "Asshole."

Braylon's hammer-like fists squished the head of a yet another mook, before holding it still for his knee, which pulverized the nose and broke the jaw. None of the staff members could withstand the punishment he delivered. They were too soft for his fists and legs. And he felt the need to hurt them even more, with anger growing like fire in a furnace. The floor was littered with men in need of medical attention. A simple haymaker almost tore away jaws. A kick to the chest broke ribs.

After elbow dropping one and brogue kicking another, the Vault Hunter was finally able to feel the rage that consumed him and almost drove him to kill few of them. He clotheslined the last man standing before sitting on top of him. Braylon began punching the man's face. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Each hit further disfigured the face below. It took a will of iron to stop. That, and dried blood on his hands.

"Ladies! After him!"

We will never know if Braylon realized he was breathing through clenched teeth or if he was even aware of the look on his face. We can tell with absolute certainty, however, that the twin sisters refused to budge from their seats. The man, now alone against someone who defeated every opponent, seethed in rage as Braylon walked towards him.

"You are going to talk now. And you will do it without objections." He laughed when the man pulled out a gun. "Did anyone tell you that there are a lot of ways to make a person sing?" He cracked his knuckles. "A lot."

The Sanus Association was a criminal organization that dated back to the war between kingdoms. Its founder, Azwalt Linguini was a man who accumulated power and wealth thanks to various smuggling operations. Eventually the Association built a brand new face, that of a yet another club for those too rich to care about common man, but its modus operandi remained the same. Money extortion and trafficking Dust was routine. All of this information was gathered with a quick search of the dark web through the PDA, after that man was kind enough to give him directions.

To make things more interesting, in order to reach the headquarters of Sanus Association, a building known simply as "the Palace", one must go to a district specifically designed for the upper-class citizens. Braylon was able to see the marvels of Vale through the taxicab's window; the best of what the kingdom had to offer in terms of art, architecture and technology. Naturally, the almighty Dollar, or in this case, the almighty Lien, displayed its true power all around him. He wondered how the Palace would look like. Just one square meter was more worth than ten lives. Then again, he reminded himself that the Association was just a fancy name to describe what it truly was; mafia.

Mafia. Gone were the days when they had a codex, where they refused to kill women and children or any civilians not involved in their affairs. When someone said "mafioso", one could immediately imagine a man in one of the newest suits on the market, brewing alcohol just to spite the big brother that was the government. That was then. Times are changing and change isn't necessarily good.

But he wasn't scared, no sir. He proved that immediately after he got out of the car. Whistling, he allowed himself to take in the beauty that was the Palace. It was like looking at the child of the White House coupled with Château d'Ételan, only smaller. A blatant display that told him: "I am the man in this house. I rule this kingdom. I swim in money." He approached the intercom and pushed the red button. A voice of an old man was heard, with a swift yet professional: "Palace of the Sanus Association, how may I help you?"

"Is this Carnel Linguini I'm speaking with?" He tried to hide the anger present in his voice, but it came out somewhat cringeworthy. He was wrong. The anger didn't go away as he hoped. "I'm here to promote my… "product"."

"No, this is his personal butler. I sincerely apologize, but Mister Linguini is unavailable today. Come back tomorrow."

"No, you don't understand. I need to see Mister Linguini now."

"Sir, I wish to help you, but he is too busy today. I-"

"God damn it, old man." Braylon exploded. "Are you letting me in or do I have to do it myself? 'Cause I'm warning you, if I have to make my way to the president of the Sanus Association, you will see things you wish you can forget. There would be blood. There would be corpses. God only knows how many would die because you decided to fuck it all up! And nothing, absolutely nothing, could stop me. Am. I. Clear?!"

The silence that followed made Braylon regret his emotional response. He waited two long minutes before another man's voice could be heard. It was deep, with a thick accent. This one belonged to a senior too.

"I am Carnel Linguini, president of the Sanus Association. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Hi there. I am here to offer a favor for a favor. You can call me… Quartz."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Little old me just happens to know what's happening under the table. But fear not, I'm not here to do anything that might hurt your business. Quite the opposite, in fact. Can we talk in private?"

"Come in."

Braylon opened a door that led to a small office. There was a man that sat on a chair behind a desk, smoking a pipe. Two people sat on a couch to his left while one sat on a sofa. All of them wore expensive-looking suits, indicating they were the top of the hierarchy. The pictures of their faces were spread all over the dark web. Carnel Linguini, the man sitting on the chair, was the president. The other three were his lieutenants: Jasper Andymon, Brans Tarkvinus and Tommie Doblot.

"You got some balls like boulders, threatening us like that." Brans, the man on the sofa, complained. "Tell me why you shouldn't end up in a body bag, right the fuck now."

"Calm down Brans." Jasper the four-eyes scolded. "I want to know why is this kid here."

"Please, take a seat." Carnel motioned to a sofa near a bookshelf. "So you are Quartz."

"Correct."

"And why are you so important that I should listen to what you have to say?"

"It's really simple. I am a mercenary..." He heard a scoff from Brans. "...who lacks information necessary to complete a job. I'm willing to… do you a favor, in return for that information."

That got Carnel's attention. He was about to say something when one of the lieutenants, Jasper, decided to ask: "Mercenary? You don't look like one."

"Never judge a book by its cover, mister Jasper."

"True, true."

"What makes you think I have what you need?" Carnel finally asked.

"You are mafia, mister Linguini. Sanus Association would never last this long without a reliable network."

"You cocky little..."

"Brans. He has a point. Good thinking you've got there."

"What do you need?" Jasper wondered.

"I need to have some drawings of Beacon Academy?"

"I'm sorry."

"Some… blueprints, technical drawings, anything that would tell me what is actually Beacon Academy. Every nook and cranny, every secret passage, the materials used. Everything."

The lieutenants looked at each other. Braylon didn't like that.

"...I'm interested." Carnel finally said. "But… I need to know what my lieutenants think, need to think this through. Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

"Perfect. My butler will lead you to our guest room, Make yourself at home."

"Much obliged." Braylon waited half an hour before he returned to the office. It was apparent that they had reached a consensus. "What is the answer then? Do we have a deal?"

"I accept your offer, on one condition." Carnel raised a finger. "You will do your side of the deal, then you will know everything you need. Take it or leave it."

"Smart move. You got yourself a deal, Mister Linguini."

"Splendid. My lieutenants here will describe your job."

Jasper adjusted his glasses before talking. "There is a mansion owned by a Mistral mafia called the Mahibara Clan, not far from here. Your first task is to find a man named He Jin Chiong. Convince him to leave this kingdom. Feel free to use any methods you prefer. Kill anyone who would oppose you."

"First? Wait..."

After him, Brans began: "Those White Fang fucks are becoming a problem with their Dust obsession. Little birdie told me they will have a reunion or some shit at the port tonight. Something big apparently. Go and ruin their party."

"The third and final task." Braylon's fists began to tremble. "There is a group of bandits in the Residential District that cause troubles in our territory. They have many hideouts, so they like to switch places often, which makes it hard for us to find them. However, we know one of their hideouts and that they will go there tomorrow. You will need to kill them all. No exceptions. No mercy."

"Is this all?"

"Yes." Carnel nodded. "Any questions?"

"Just one. How can I know that you will keep your word."

"I always keep my word."

"Sure you do. Alright. I'll better get started then. I already know the end of this story. Fuck my life."

"And Quartz? It was pleasure doing business with you."

He felt the need to kill something.

A black car waited for him outside the Palace. He was meant to observe Braylon and report every detail back to Linguini. The driver was chatty and it impressed Braylon how he considered him an equal, despite the age gap. His replies were short, for he was concentrated on the task ahead. The Sanus Association wanted him to go on a rampage. That was the brutal truth. It was the only way to remove competition and he was a scapegoat. Even the entity mocked him for it.

"Now you decide to speak your mind? Where were you all this time?"

"I am very busy lately. There are things that needed my attention."

"Shame. I liked silence more."

"I will stop bothering you after you do what I ordered you to do, slave."

"Working on it."

"You better do."

"See?" The driver pointed to his right. "That's the mansion."

A fusion of Chinese and Japanese architecture was the last thing Braylon expected the mansion to be. Truth to be told, it was more of a castle than anything else, for the whole building was walled off. He couldn't see much, but the presence of trees made him think that there was a garden between the mansion and the wall. The size of it all was intimidating, yet stupid. Braylon couldn't understand why would a person, in a modern society, need such a giant structure all for himself. He had a feeling he would understand very soon.

"Leave me here." The car stopped behind a corner, near a road that led to the main gate. "What's the plan?" The driver asked, confused as to why would Braylon want to stop right there. "I'm going through the gate." Driver's eyes became saucers. "Today's a bad day."

"You want a frontal assault?! That's insane!"

"I'll be back soon." Braylon closed the door and went around the corner. He could see the main gate down the road, guarded by two men who seemingly ignored his presence.

"I always wondered why such things happen to me."

"You want to know why?" Braylon materialized Nukem. "Because you bring death with you everywhere you go. If these mortals hadn't learn this precious lesson, they soon will."

(Yoshida Brothers – Mirage)

One shot was all it needed to bring down the gate in a glorious explosion that probably woke up half of Vale. There was a tiny black crater where the gate used to be, with the guards turned to ash.

"One question, mortal."

"Ugh, what now?!" Braylon thought as he ran forward.

"What do you think will the person you are looking for do, now that you warned him of your presence?"

"He Jin Chiong? He will… oh fuck… he will run!"

"Nice job, brainlet."

"Aargh! Shut the fuck up!" He exploded. "I can't take this shit anymore! Fuck!" A group of guards appeared from behind the walls, all shocked at the sight in front of them. Braylon killed them all with Ajax's Spear, screaming furiously. "Fuck you all, pajamas-wearing faggots! Move! I have a person's ass to kick!"

"Stop right there-Argh!"

One person guarding the door pointed their gun at him. Braylon dematerialized the rifle in his hands and just kicked the person so hard it smashed against the door, bringing it down. Later he blew their brains out with Striker. He killed two more as he ran. A door opened to his right. A man came out with his hands in the air.

"Please! Don't kill me!"

"Where is He Jin Chiong?!"

"I-I don't know! Probably at his private dojo! Upstairs! Top floor!"

Their conversation was interrupted when a man came from behind a corner and fired with his pistol, hitting Braylon in the shoulder. Braylon grumbled, but he was still able to use Striker, so he blew the man's intestines out with a shot. He made two steps back before his head was cracked open with a second shot. Swapping Striker for Unforgiven and Holo Sabre, Braylon killed three more guards as he ran towards a stairway, made of wood like the floor. There was a bald man with a black belt and white clothes guarding the door behind him, without any weapon in his hands. Braylon shot two bullets but he swatted them away like flies. He was not like the others.

"Oh really?" Braylon materialized Excalibastard. "Try this with a laser."

His Cryo laser weapon proved to be useful when it hit the man in his chest. It didn't freeze him, but he was clearly hurt by the shot. He was also distracted enough for Braylon to come and roundhouse kick him through the door, depleting his Aura.

The Vault Hunter turned left and went through the other available door. He was now in a stereotypical dojo with ten more people. Many had either katanas and sickles. Only two had guns. He killed them both before focusing on the remaining obstacles, switching Excalibastard for Orphan Maker and Holo Ripper.

"Outta my way plebs!" He spat. "I got shit to do!"

They refused to listen. Two men with katanas charged forward. He waited for the first to come close enough, dodged the attack, showed the barrels into the man's back and pulled the trigger, decorating the walls with gore. The other died when Braylon cut his right hip open, spraying blood all over the floor. And while the remaining six watched in horror at the nonchalant disposal of their comrades by the hands of a stranger, Braylon materialized Vulcan, loaded lightning Dust into his newest weapon, crouched and pulled one of the two available triggers.

"Say 'cheese', motherfuckers!" The Vulcan whimpered loudly before unleashing a thunderstorm on the unwilling test subjects. Whole dojo lit up in a bright yellow color as his enemies were shaking, with some heads exploding, as if they had seizures, all of their organs fried and destroyed. "Damn. Hopefully they have a second amendment in here." Braylon ran out through one of many doors, all leading to the same hallway. There, he killed a guard by beating it to death with a vase, before coming to a roadblock in the form of piled furniture, with two men behind it.

"Idea."

Braylon decided to load Vulcan with wind Dust fuel. When he pulled the primary trigger, Vulcan released what can best be described as a baby typhoon that threw the furniture, along with those behind it, to the wall at the end of the hallway. Said wall crumbled moments later and everything fell outside the mansion.

"Sorry." He laughed while turning right. Dematerializing Vulcan, Braylon went upstairs. His Striker returned, killing a guard in an alcove near a door, before killing another one that opened it. Braylon changed Striker for Ajax's Spear and mowed down several people in the room to his right, divided by a glass wall. Few bullets also hit an aquarium in that room, which exploded, releasing fish and water. Barging into the room on the left, a small office, he killed two more people. The door on the right suddenly opened and a screaming man grabbed Braylon in a bear hug. He kneed the man between his legs, before throwing him through the window.

Going through the other room, a tiny library, Braylon shot a man through a bookshelf, who tried to ambush him. As papers and damaged books fell everywhere, the Vault Hunter spotted another person hiding there, so he shot them too before returning to the hallway and reaching the final stairway, the one that led to the top floor.

One entire floor. That was Chiong's private dojo. Well, more a temple than an actual dojo. There was a dragon statue made entirely out of jade to the left corner of the dojo, used as a fountain. Several expensive-looking carpets were attached to the right wall, depicting a city built on a mountain or excerpts from legends and myths. The floor was made of mahogany planks, a drastic change from the floors below. He Jin Chiong sat on the other end of the room, legs crossed and back turned. His hair was blonde and tied to a bun. Chiong wore a blue garment that Braylon didn't know whether it was a kimono or something else.

"The intruder has finally come." He said. "I can only imagine what does he want from me."

"Mister Linguini sends his regards, asshole. This kingdom ain't big enough for both. You have to go back."

He sighed and shook his head. "Yes, the lust for power is a vice of many. But..." Chiong stood up, cracking his neck. "I'm afraid it's not possible for me to run away. This is the territory of Mahibara Clan and I am not giving it away."

"So I have to kick your teeth out to convince you?"

"Your bravery amuses me, intruder. Those silver eyes of yours have a rather unusual spark in them. A spark that shouldn't be possible at your age. Here is my offer. Fight me in a duel. If I loose, I will go away from Vale and never come back. You have my word." Chiong picked up two sabres and swung them around, striking a dramatic pose. "So what shall it be? What is your answer?"

Braylon deadpanned for a few moments before materializing Nukem and firing a rocket at Chiong, The ground shook as a massive explosion tore a hole in the dojo, destroying everything valuable.

"That hit the spot."

He was about to turn around when he noticed a purplish glow in the smoke that slowly faded away. Chiong survived. He was bruised, his sabres destroyed and his clothes torn to shreds. But he survived. Braylon frowned.

"You have Aura."

"Yes, I do." Chiong could barely stand on his legs. "That was… unpleasant."

"Heh. Wait until you see what I have in store for you."

(Yakuza – End of The Drama)

Chiong smiled, throwing his useless weapons away. "Show me."

Braylon cracked his knuckles, materialized Holo Sabre and charged at Chiong, who dodged two swipes and ducked under a stab. He replied with two punches at Braylon's stomach followed by a leg kick that threw him on the ground.

"So much wasted energy. You have potential, yet you lack skill."

"I'll show you skill."

He jumped to his feet and faux-attacked with Holo Sabre. Chiong fell for the trick, so Braylon was able to headbutt him with enough strength to drop him on the floor. Grabbing one leg, the Vault Hunter lifted his opponent only to bring him down on the other side, before throwing him at the fountain. However, Chiong backflipped mid-air, landing on the statue. He used it to propel himself forward. Braylon dodged, grabbed the Energy Pistol and fired two shots. Chiong hissed in pain but refused to fall. When he was about to shoot for the third time, he kicked the Pistol away.

"No guns."

"Says the guy who tried to use two swords." Both sides exchanged punches and kicks. Chiong was faster, so he was able to hit Braylon several times. "You fight quite good with that wounded shoulder."

"Job requirement." He replied as he tried, and failed, to uppercut Chiong, who replied with a failed karate chop. "And what job is that?"

"One where Aura and Semblance aren't abused."

"Is it my fault if I get with the times?"

"When you are a mafioso, sure."

"Mafioso?"

Chiong lowered his guard for a moment. Enough for Braylon to take notice and react. First thing he did was to punch He Jin in the stomach as hard as he could. After a hook, he delivered an uppercut strong enough to throw his opponent on the ground. Unforgiven depleted the last Aura reserves with two shots.

"There. Now get the fuck out of here."

"Wait!" Chiong pleaded as Braylon turned around to leave. The loss of Aura his him hard. "The Mahibara Clan had a disgraceful past, yes… but we are not mafia." He coughed. "That man who, I guess, hired you. He is using you like a toy for his needs."

"I knew that already."

"Then why? Why are you doing this? Why did you ruin the peace this mansion had?"

"None of your concern."

"But it is." He stood up. "You are wasting your talent like that. Your movements were synthetic. No cohesion. No strategy. It was like fighting a training dummy. And without Aura?"

"Well, I suggest you file a complaint to the "I don't give a fuck" department. Goodbye."

Leaving behind the man he came for, our Vault Hunter returned to the car. Before the driver could bombard him with commentary on his work, Braylon called Linguini to report his success.

"Excellent work, Quartz. Truly excellent."

"Thought I wouldn't make it?"

"To be honest, I did. It is impressive that you managed to carve a hole in those defenses."

"I'm sure the fact that I need something in return has nothing to do with it."

"Now prepare yourself for the second task, tonight. Make sure you have everything you need. This one is far more important. I cannot express how important this is."

"Right."

"Those White Fang are becoming braver by the day. We need to show them their place."

Braylon frowned. He didn't want problems with a bunch of terrorists. He heard about the White Fang, a Faunus-only group that created problems in every kingdom. Robbing trains full of Dust or terrorizing civilians wasn't exactly an excellent way of achieving respect they wanted so much. Hopefully this task will be the only time they ever meet, though he was sure they wouldn't forget his face after his little visit.

Do you like the little display of Vulcan's power? This is what I meant when I wrote that different Dust would have different effects. I decided to turn it from a flamethrower to a Dustthrower, because the "differently-colored fire with different effects" made little sense. That and I made it more common, not Braylon-only.

One thing I seriously need to mention. This is important. Until the end of this month, I will probably release two more chapters. From October onward, I am not sure I will be able to do that anymore. At best, you can hope for one chapter per month but even that is a stretch, since I will be very busy. But I won't drop the story no matter what. Remember, you can help by leaving a comment. It certainly helps me when I'm writing.