Author's Notes:

-Hey guys and girls, guess what? !_! It's the most wonderful time of the year! !_! (That was an imitation of music notes, which I don't think is very good...) Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I got you a little present; another chapter of action, adventure and more lemons! This time the lemons are in the last section! (This is probably going to be the last one... for now... Hehe...) You can either read from the beginning and throughout the entire chapter, or you can stop after the third section where a certain faunus battles a no-good captain.

-Either way, enjoy!

Sun Wukong was in deep trouble. As the schooner approached his little raft, he knew there was no avoiding combat. He had little idea of what he was up against, but he knew one thing; they were either going to torture him, or kill him. Just one look at the crew, and he knew exactly what they were; Supremacists. He had never faced very much discrimination in his life, but whenever he did encounter them, things almost always ended badly, either for them or for Sun.

"Just my luck. I spoke too soon." He looked again at the captain of the ship and gasped. "Wait a second!" He pointed at the captain, who was not merely a captain. "I know you! You're Admiral Noire, leader of the Noire Armada!"

"So ye know of me name?" the captain-admiral spoke. "Then you already know that you're as good as dead!"

Admiral Corvina Noire was a tall woman with ocean blue eyes, pale skin and long black wavy hair. She wore black trousers with a dark grey belt paired with a black and white doublet. For accessories, she adorned a pearl necklace, golden hoop earrings and sported a white bandana barely visible under her a black pirate tricorn hat. She almost looked like Blake, that is, if Blake was a human and bloodthirsty for faunus carnage.

Sun remembered hearing rumors of the Noire Armada during his time in Vale, but never really believed them much. He remembered the story he was told by an old fisherman; Five years ago, when the White Fang became radical and started doing violent actions, the Noire Armada rose up as a group to stop them. But as time went on, they went from hunting down the White Fang to the desire to exterminate all Faunus. They sailed the seas to avoid capture and attacked minor ships and rafts with Faunus on them, sometimes even passenger or cruise ships if they coordinated a mass attack. The leader was a woman named Corvina Noire, who transferred from one ship to another to evade the authorities. No one knew what she looked like, because it was said that no Faunus ever escaped from her grasp, or from the Noire Armada.

Sun never believed it to be true. Yet now, as he stood before the very founder and admiral of the Noire Armada, he knew it was true without a shadow of doubt.

"What's the matter?" she mockingly asked, breaking the silence. "Are you scared?" She laughed at him menacingly. "Well, you should be."

He shook his fists in exaggeration. "How can you do this!? How can you take so many lives and be proud of it?"

Noire dismissed him. "Oh come on. Don't you know that Faunus are a menace to humanity? They're nothing but a bunch of pests to be exterminated." She glared at him. "Surrender quietly, and your death will be swift and painless."

"You're the one who's a menace!" the monkey faunus retorted. He ran forward and launched himself onto the ship, and taunted her a smug look. "If you want me, then come and get me!"

"Off with his head!" Corvina commanded.

Sun took his weapon, Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang, and spun his staff 360 degrees, knocking her crew members down. As the band of pirates with swords came towards him, he slightly lowered his staff before spinning it again, disarming the opponents before finishing them with a kick or punch to the face. He divided his staff in two and converted the pieces to nunchucks. He then proceeded to use his shot-gun nunchucks and fired away at the next wave of incoming seafarers. The first wave of crew members got up again only be fired down by his shot-guns. He was knocking them down faster than they could get up!

Corvina growled. She had to do something! She looked to the starboard side of the ship, noticing the setting sun. She looked around and saw the light reflecting from a huge metal shield - one of the many trophies and spoils of war she acquired from her hunting down Faunus. She smirked and grabbed the shield before angling it to make the light from the sunset reflect directly to his eyes.

"Aurgh! My eyes!"

"Get him now!"

Sun ducked below to evade capture, doing a low roundhouse kick to send the sailors tumbling to the ground. Noire readjusted the shield in another attempt to blind him. Sun groaned as he shielded his eyes; He needed a plan to get the shield away from her so he could finish off her sailors. He looked around the ship and saw a cord of rope and an empty glass bottle nearby a barrel. He dashed and grabbed the supplies, then used the rope to hold himself up the mast before throwing the glass bottle at her, and jumping over to her, kicking her in the face as he landed on the ground. She seemed to be unconscious from that one blow, but he couldn't really tell.

"Hey, you! Nobody hurts the captain!" one of the crewmen exclaimed.

Sun sighed as more mariners came his way. "How many of these guys are there?"

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, a raven flew through the sky and turned to her human form. Raven Branwen donned her mask before taking her sword and slicing the air, creating a portal. She stepped through the portal and came to a tent on the other side, where Vernal was waiting there for her. She took her mask off and looked at her right hand woman.

"Lady Raven, you have returned!" Vernal respectfully bowed her head to the leader of the Branwen Tribe. "What took you so long?"

"I was searching for another village to raid." Raven answered. "It looks like Oniyuri has been completely abandoned. It'll be easier to take from them."

"Are you sure it wasn't something else? You were gone for two days."

She set her mask down on the table and sat down adjacent to her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, when you left, you had this distressed worried look on your face."

Raven sighed. "You know I am always distressed."

Vernal looked at her lady, hesitant. "Is it... her?"

"No, although that does linger in the back of my mind."

As Raven poured cups of tea for both of them, Vernal asked, "Do you really believe that you could avoid her for the rest of your life?"

"I don't know," She sipped the tea carefully, trying not to burn her tongue. She set the teacup down. "but I have to try."

"And even then, when you meet the end of your days, who will take the mantle of Spring Maiden?"

Vernal drank as Raven answered, "Someone random. I know it's not the wisest decision, but I can't think of anyone worthy who I could endanger and forgive myself for it. I'll just have to think of my brother on my death-bed. He won't inherit the power anyway."

"What about your daughter?" she asked, continuing to prod her for answers.

Raven eyes looked sorrowful as she turned away and folded her arms. "I told myself that I'd never place the burden on her shoulders. Also..." She paused, hesitant to continue, but did so after a few seconds of silence. "she's in no shape to try and master the powers." She softly added, "Or to fight."

Vernal rose an eyebrow. "No shape to fight? What happened to her?"

"It's not good, I'll tell you that."

"She's not dead, is she?"

"No, but..." She sighed, turning back to her. "she isn't exactly in tip-top shape either."

"Broken bones? Comatose?"

"Worse and even worse."

Vernal shrugged. "I got nothing."

"She lost most of her right arm."

The right-hand gasped in horror, almost choking on her tea. "Wha... how'd that happen?"

The spring maiden sighed. "I don't know. I'm completely in the dark about the Fall of Beacon, the huntsmen academy she attended."

Vernal thought to herself, and spoke carefully. "Do you... want to know more about the attack... on Beacon?"

Raven groaned. "Part of me wants to seek answers, yet if I do, I may be dragged into the impossible war again. You'd be at risk."

"I'm already at risk. I've been at risk ever since I agreed to become the decoy. I've already taken a pseudonym, told a fake story about my 'powers' to the tribe, and heard how Ozpin's greatest foe is an immortal goddess of darkness. Also, war with her may be unavoidable. I have a bad feeling we'll be dragged into the war again... whether we like it or not."

Raven didn't want to admit it, but she feared that Vernal could be right.

Back at the Noire Schooner, Sun was still fighting no-good scallywags. He kicked the last of them down, knocking them all completely unconscious.

"Ha-ha! Who's next?!"

He then received a swift kick to the face by Noire herself, knocking his staff across the deck as Corvina Noire approached him.

"You know the old saying Noire," she said to herself. "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!"

She got out two cutlass swords from her belt and charged towards him, slashing her sword like an X in an attempt to get him in the chest. Fortunately, Sun swiftly dodged and started to run, trying to think of a strategy while retrieving his weapon.

This isn't good... She seems tougher than she looks! What would Sage do in a time like this?

He retrieved his weapon and continued the fight, his staff pieces clashing against her swords, before he locked them in a X to defend himself.

Corvina moved forward, attempting to step on his toes to distract him. "Give up, monkeyman!"

Sun saw through her plan and resisted. "Never!"

He pushed forward, knocking her back and causing her fall back-first onto the deck. He swiftly connected the staff pieces together and attempted to pin her down, only for her to roll out of the way. She stood up as Sun charged towards her and parried his attack. As he attempted to hit her, his staff points ended up touching the wooden deck, blowing holes into the ship. Fortunately, since it was so big, it didn't sink. But she was still angry at him nonetheless. She charged towards him furiously, screaming as she did so. Sun barely managed to counter by placing his staff in front of him.

"Tell me something, monkeyman. What were you trying to gain by floating on that puny little raft?"

"I was trying to reach Fiti, to find my love, and aid her in her quest!"

She smiled, giving a creepy grin that was quite unsettling. "Aw, how romantic. And how foolish."

Noire proceeded to attack him again, throwing her blades towards him, and barely dodging them by a split-second, cartwheeling into the air, landing on the upper deck. She ran after him and swatted the staff out of his hands.

This resulted in them fighting in hand-to-hand combat. They traded a series of punches before Noire cartwheeled backwards, her back inches from the mast. Sun charged towards her, and she kicked him right in the knee, kicked him down, then held his arms down with her right arm as she tried to choke him with her other hand.

"It's over!"

He kicked her off of her and swung his arms towards her. "Oh, can it, you no-good murderess!"

She growled and attempted to attack him. Sun blocked her punches with his arms and then grabbed her wrist, spun her around and kicked her in the gut, sending her flying right into the mast. She fell unconscious on impact and fell forward to the ground. After defeating Noire, Sun proceeded to tie up the thugs and store them underneath the ship before doing the same to Noire. But he came up to the deck only to realize... that she was gone! He searched the deck and the entire ship again, but she was nowhere to be found!

Where did she go? Sun asked himself. Never mind that, I have more important matters to deal with!

He never thought that his sailing skills would come in handy. Yet as he adjusted the sails and set course for land, he found that those skills he was taught them in handy.

Set course for Fiti! Don't worry, Blake Belladonna. I'll be there soon.

Pyrrha sat in front of the mirror and put her hair into a ponytail. She stood up and looked herself in the mirror; She wore the same red silk thong from the first time they made love, and a red bra that was slightly too small for her. She wished she had a red or black corsage or some sexy dress to work as an opening act, but alas, her wardrobe was limited at the moment. Either way, she was bound to look sexy no matter what she wore.

What's taking him? the young girl thought to herself.

Pyrrha and Jaune agreed ahead of time to do this. After all, this was the last night that they would be able to spend together before they had to leave. Neither of them wanted to think about that though. They wanted to toss their cares aside and deal with the bitter emotions in the morning.

Jaune slowly opened the door. "Oh, hello there Jaune."

"Tell me, am I dead?" he asked her. "Because I think I'm in the presence of an angel."

"No, you're not dead." She put her hand to his face. "This angel just came down to earth."

She tackled his lips hungrily, then followed by throwing her arms around his neck. He slowly slid his arms around her waist. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, reflecting the blue sky color in them. He saw emeralds in her eyes, she saw sky.

"I love you, Pyrrha."

"I love you too, Jaune."

The young Arc warrior slid his hands upward and without even thinking about it, began to unclip the hooks on her bra. She gasped softly.

"Jaune? What are you...?" she began.

He looked at her hungrily, a huge smirk on his face. "I just figured I'd give you a taste of your own medicine."

She smiled and nodded. He continued to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She then helped him slip out of his shirt before tossing it to the ground. As the two continued to undress each other, they felt a rush of hormones through their bodies.

Jaune looked upon her naked form; her abundant breasts, her pink nipples sticking out, her skin and intimate area, and her hips like honey, so thick and so sweet. She looked like an angel, a goddess.

Pyrrha did the same. He was strong, lean and muscular, as if he was molded by the gods without flaw. She took in every detail, every valley and crevasse. He was hot, sexy even.

The two lovebirds were on the bed, Jaune on top of Pyrrha. Her hands rested on his chest.

"Before we get to the main course, how about a little warm up?"

He placed his mouth to her nipple and began to suckle it slowly.

"Ahh... This feels... kinda nice. You must really like me, don't you?"

He chuckled. "That my dear, I'm afraid, is an understatement."

He did the same for the other breast.

"Jaune!"

She moaned in pleasure. One moment, she was feeling a warm energy throughout her torso. She rose up to look him in the eyes and was pinned against the wall, Jaune kissing her fiercely with passion. As he broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes hungrily.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Do it Jaune!" she commanded.

He obeyed her command and skillfully positioned his manhood to her entrance. Just like before, she felt true ecstasy. The merging of souls, the most intimate act of all. When Pyrrha reached her teenage years, she had learned about love and relationships, but she didn't really believe in soulmates or true love. But yet as she felt another orgasm stir inside her like a storm, she knew that she was wrong.

She thrusted her pelvis towards him as her horniness spiked and her desire grew. They touched in each other in ways, creating pleasure that was never known to them before. He thrusted back in return, harder and faster than ever, both of them rolling around the bed, fucking into oblivion.

Eventually, they ran out of stamina and lied there only inches away from each other. As they fell asleep, Jaune clung to Pyrrha, never wanting to let her go.