A/N: Hello people of the internet! I am here once again to offer you entertainment! Yes, I know I took my sweet time to make it, but gimme a break will ya? And I would also like to thank everyone who's been following this journey up until now, it means a lot to me.
RhoMarck: Nothing There can be a pain to deal with, yeah... By the way, I heard you like gore. Lucky you, I do enjoy it, and so do the nuggets! And yeah, they have something of a kinship with the abnos, since, you know, they used their E.G.O.s for so long... Think of it like that Wonder Lab thing is happening with that whole E.G.O weird fusion thingy. Also, thank you.
Holandia1103: No problem mate! Lancer deserves more attention, it's a hell of a fun time to play with your discord group! I'm glad you liked what I did since I have no clue how to make Bemaia use APOCALYPSE, another abnormality page... Well, I'll get to it when I get to it. Ey, I had no plans to kill Torchwick. He, alongside Blake and perhaps Professor Port, will play major roles in future chapters, since I feel they have been... Underdeveloped. And no, I won't develop Blake by forcing a fan ship, don't worry about it.
So! With the comments out of the way, Let's get to the thick of it! This time, from another point of view..?
Now Playing: Resident Evil 4 OST: Echo in the Night
Through the crumbling halls of her highness's palace, the self-declared, greatest mind of Atlas' military, walked with great concern in his mind. Something changed in his mistress after that dammed stranger simply appeared two weeks ago, her actions instead of reflecting her desire to watch the world of men burn to the ground, now had the sole purpose of identifying this man's identity, his tastes, his wishes… For what?
That's what sought to discover.
It was a dangerous move knowing what she was capable of doing to her own subordinates, but his curiosity had to be sated, he was a scientist at heart after all. He gulped loudly as he forced his body to move forward, despite the absolute terror that weighed on his back.
He was an observant individual, he knew she wrote down her thoughts in a book of sorts, and of that he was sure, he just didn't know where she put it. There were two possibilities, either she stored it in her personal room, where he was currently heading, or it was in her person at all times that he thoroughly doubted due to her choice in attire, which left him with her restroom to search.
Fortunately, now was the prime opportunity for this little adventure of his. His mistress was busy with that man, testing him again and again with her Grimm, trying again and again to kill him and failing every time. Mayhaps she would soon give up and let him go so their lives can return to normality? Alas, now was not the time for those thoughts since he had an urge to satisfy. The doctor pushed himself through the imaginary fog wall that obscured the entrance to her private chambers, revealing a rather sorry image.
The room was completely devoid of any indication that someone lived there, books probably centuries old were all scattered on the ground near what seemed to resemble a broken bookshelf, the king-sized bed was rendered unusable, its frame was destroyed beyond repair and the mattress was stained with various layers of what appeared to be blood and filth, not to mention the motionless remains of a human skeleton laying above it.
He shrugged off his thoughts on the matter and focused on his current objective. He had to find the book. Noting the one thing that wasn't destroyed, a small children's wardrobe, he began searching through it in hopes of achieving his sole objective of understanding his immortal mistress a little better. Soon, without much difficulty, he found it, a small book fitting to be the diary of a fifteen-year-old girl, sitting on top of a somewhat intact drawer.
He went straight to the last page.
He didn't care for anything else, all he wanted to know was about that individual clad in black tar and wearing a white mask that plagued his mind so much. He started to read the last page.
It was, however, the most unsettling.
Diary of your Highness, May 30, 3021 summers since the creation of this object.
At the moment I am writing this, alongside my wonderful companion Tyran Callos, radiant as the utter blackness that represents my creations, in my official residence sipping a dainty Collina Rionda 2014 that I was graced with by my minion's travels abroad.
It was on these journeys that my underlings founded the victorious coalition that, in its courtesy, delicacy, and parsimony, overthrows the government of the nameless. It is a sublime and golden moment that I want to share with you intimately, as I witness with myself the sun of tomorrow hovering over the Grimmland's plateau, notably in a dazzling violet sky, in these ultimate comforts that my palace provides.
Allow me to boast about this portentous moment that in its vigorous and percussive melodiousness, flows into my immortal soul in the meantime to absorb the good and new winds in the sails of the Plateau. His beautiful form, contoured under fabrics that melt on his body into an abyssal figure, stretched out on the cold and bloodied dirt that groans with frisson as he osculates the skin, a flaming and inflamed heat warms in my veins.
In inexorable fascination I soften the thriving bulge, the turgid and firm links, throb the sweet pear-colored fabric that covers them, giving their nakedness to the cherubs of the firmament, sinful fruits germinating the same carnal throbbing that hinders me. The trumpets of concupiscence force me to extract his white mask in a volcanic effervescence, launching the promontory that rises without the sprinkling of blue chemicals, because this time, as Queen of all Grimm, I reap the permission to sprinkle my pale hands on his chaste face, an attempt to wake this stranger from his torpor.
With his closed eyes giving rise to the excarceration of my inner rage, I reflected on the political moment we shared, where I mourn the ocean where all rivers flow, The peak of Atlas' Everest where few can touch, from where the destiny of unnamed spills, from which mine rises. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the end and the beginning.
I blew my joy out of the bow of his angelic body, splashing on the darkened fabric, silencing the outside world with my snoring shriek, as the newcomer kept ever peacefully asleep, ignorant that the most dangerous person on this planet was looming over his presence.
Arcana imperii, arduus ad solem
calix meus inebrians
hic sunt dracones
Arthur sighed. It seems that the woman he called master had succumbed to madness long ago, as he suspected. He read through some other pages as well but it was all filled with insane ramblings of an immortal who's lost all sense of time. "Unfortunate. But I suppose living that long does that to someone's mind."
The former fixer had successfully infiltrated the train controlled by the White Fang, he felt a shiver run down his spine. "So… A train eh?" His body was completely paralyzed and he had a cold sweat, not due to someone forcing such conditions on him, but simply because he knew way too much about trains.
Bemaia gulped loudly, as he examined his surroundings. This was the train's last wagon, so it was bound to have something. It had a metal interior, tiny blue emergency lights barely managed to brighten the long wagon, and the sounds of the air conditioner were the only thing he could hear. At the very end of the carriage, opposite the door leading towards the next wagon, laid a series of computer screens, monitoring what appeared to be camera feeds from outside the train, and in front of them, a single Faunus, wearing two sets of headphones, one for his human ears, and the other for his fox ears, seeming to be asleep.
Calmly, Bemaia approached the sleeping Faunus, and after aiming, being careful as to not hit the electronics in front of him, he shot the sleeping beauty right through the head, immediately exploding it, and showering the screens in blood.
"Yes I have been so afraid…" Bemaia began to sing, as he threw the dead body of the Faunus to the side, flopping it to the floor, and wiped the screens just enough for him to see what was on them.
"I have been…" He sat on the chair the once alive Faunus used to take a small nap, and began prodding at the computers. His experience with data recovery shouted in his face that those security cameras had their videos recorded, be it for eventual usage as blackmail by someone from within the terrorist organization, or as a way to flaunt how 'flawless' their operations were to recruits.
"So distant…" So his hands began to work. Ozpin gave them the task of both securing Team RWBY and retrieving as much information about whoever dared attack them, Bemaia knew that Francisco had that first base covered, so it was up to him to finish the information gathering part.
"Consistently, Indiferent…" He kept silently singing to himself, as he figured out where all the recordings were being recorded and immediately turned off the cameras, stopping the recording.
"It's hard to put that in an amicable sentence…" Then, he reached a minor roadblock in the form of a lack of knowledge. Where would he upload the recordings to? He didn't have a pen drive on him, and neither did he know of anything that worked similarly as such in Remnant.
"I'm sorry…" Then, when he tried to change its directory, the machine notified him of something rather intriguing in the form of a small message, asking him to 'Insert Scroll' or something along those lines.
"Actually, not really…" After three seconds of search, he found a small cavity on top of the console he was using to operate the computer, conveniently shaped like the bottom end of a scroll, much like the one Ozpin gave to him.
"There's just so much work, too much work to be done…" Quickly plugging the scroll in, he uploaded everything into it. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything else other than the recordings, maybe that would suffice to please the Headmaster. Bemaia let out an impressed whistle, seeing how fast the files were uploaded to his scroll, to the point of stopping his singing act.
"The wonders of modern technology!" He commented, legitimately impressed at the marvel that was a scroll. But that was the end of that, he safely stored his scroll in his pocket. Just as Bemaia turned to leave, the wagon began to move, suddenly gaining forward momentum, almost making him stumble down to the floor.
"So, they've started the train's engines…" His attention shot towards the console behind him, quickly scrambling to find the direction to where this train was headed, and soon, he found a file, more specifically, a .png, with blatant, child-like drawings made on paint, on what seemed to be a map of the subterranean railways. "If this is correct, then we are heading to… Vale?" Bemaia felt his stomach drop and quickly began to probe more and more into the console's commands.
"I can't fucking believe we are going to hit a fucking wall, who came up with that idea?!" Adrenaline hit him harder than ever, forcing his body into absolute focus to find a way to stop the train, or else he would most likely die in the crash. The console served as a surveillance mechanism, probably relocated inside the train to avoid it from being found out, especially since the train had a suicide mission ahead of it, so all proof of this operation had a finger of the White Fang on it would be erased along with the crash.
Or so he deduced.
If the console served as surveillance, then surely it has built-in protocols to act as a safeguard, right? Then he managed to find something really intriguing. A tool that allowed him to change the train's course by shifting the rail's position! That was precisely what he needed, well, aside from actually stopping the train. After taking a look at the map, he noticed a singular rail leading to a large, open space, on the map that place was covered in red Xs accompanied by a singular note that Bemaia read out loud. "'Do not approach!', they say…"
Without skipping a beat, Bemaia shifted the train's route to that open space, just in case he failed to stop the train.
As he turned to leave, the former fixer noticed something rather interesting, his wagon was losing momentum. He quickly kicked the door to the next wagon open and saw the two slowly separating themselves, as the feminine voice of who he assumed to be Blake yelled from atop the wheeled container. "It decoupled itself!"
Bemaia didn't wait for a second longer, he jumped the small gap between the wagons and punched the door wide open, quickly taking aim prepared to meet retaliation from anyone that might be inside, fortunately, though, all he found was a big metal crate, that piqued his curiosity.
Before he could investigate the box, however, he felt as if the wagon he was on had begun to lose speed once again. "Well, if they are going to decouple all of them, then I guess I'll go to the pilot's cabin." He muttered to himself in annoyance, opening the door to the next wagon with haste, and jumping to the next.
The bald librarian quickly grabbed Ruby by the shoulder and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Ruby, but we kind of forgot to get your scythe when we jumped down." The girl's face showed indifference and slight annoyance. "Yeah, I noticed." The bald one then continued, "With that in mind, my Aura is broken, so I want you to use Downpour since it wouldn't be a good idea for me to do any more fighting, way too risky."
Ruby's face now showed clear confusion, as her mind ran through a plethora of questions. 'Wasn't this the guy that got mad at Pyrrha for stopping a duel after getting shot and cut? Wasn't this the guy that didn't care that he lost his own arm? Wasn't this the guy that came from another world, completely and utterly destroyed? And now this guy didn't want to fight, since it was, TOO RISKY?!' But Ruby kept it for herself, no way she could argue against that.
Plus, she really wanted to show those guys a lesson for capturing her!
She simply smirked and took the sword and scabbard off his back, "Stay behind me then!" Francisco blinked. "I didn't think you'd be willing to simply get into it…" Now he was confused. 'This girl is definitely trouble… She doesn't want to leave this train or reunite with her teammates, she just set herself on a warpath!'
Ruby simply brushed his comment off, not thinking too much about it as a chill ran up her spine. "N… Ne.. xt…" The thing on Francisco's left arm spoke, staring directly towards the door to the next wagon. They gulped loudly as shots began echoing around them. The two didn't dare to say a word, they both knew that a fight was breaking out at the wagons behind them, and they knew exactly who was going to win that fight.
"St… P… Train…"
Francisco's sweat traveled through the side of his face, before being scooped up by an elongated tongue coming from his arm. 'I do not know if this thing is a part of O-06-20 or if it's my semblance, but the fact that it's aware of its surroundings and the fact that the train is moving is starting to scare me.' He thought, as the duo quickly made their way to the wagon's door. "Okay, quick plan," Ruby started, pulling Francisco's attention to her. "I'll go in first, if we find bad guys I'll handle them and you find cover, got it?" He simply nodded in response to the plan and swung the door open.
This next wagon served as storage since metal boxes were all poorly placed on top of each other, creating this rugged terrain where one bump at the wrong pile could make all of them fall.
Ruby quickly noted that most of the boxes glowed in different hues of yellow, orange, red, and purple, which meant that they had been filled with Dust.
Francisco on the other hand was most concerned with what, or better, who sat on the next wagon, that had left its door opened. The two made their way through the box labyrinth and took cover behind the door frame, observing three individuals on the next wagon. Two of them wore White Fang uniforms and were apparently unarmed, too busy handling the consoles of the train, and the last one, the most notable of the three, wearing a stylish white overcoat and a bowler hat, was on the phone with someone.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you for the past five minutes, someone discovered our little hiding place and brought havoc among these-"
Francisco glanced over to Ruby, as she remained completely still, watching the man in question, and from the size of the scowl plastered on her face and the death stare she was giving him, she probably had something against that man. So Francisco simply waited for her cue.
"Look, all I ask is for an escape route once we hit Vale in five minutes."
One of the two Faunus stopped doing his work and turned to the man with the bowler hat on the scroll.
"What do you mean I'll have to figure it out-" There was silence for a few solid seconds. "The contract specified that we help you destroy Beacon and let the Fang do whatever they want with it afterward, and it also said that you would lend any help requested to accomplish such a goal! Do you have a problem or you're just pretending to be retarded, Cindy!?"
Before the man could complain further, the signal on his scroll failed him, and soon enough, the call was off.
"Damm mountain…" Then his attention shifted towards the Faunus staring at him. "Do you mind?!" He shouted, but the man in question didn't mind. "The intruders may have sabotaged our plan." Now that wasn't good news, was it? "What happened this time?"
The man in white lamented, those people were going to pay for pulling his leg like this. "Someone changed the route somehow." The man raised his eyebrows but kept on listening. "We were supposed to be going straight to vale's main commercial square, but the map shows that we've diverted from that path just a few seconds ago."
"The logs show that the change was made a few seconds after we started the train, just before I cut the power to the last wagon!" The two glanced over the lever that served as breaks for the train… Or what remained of it since they'd hacked it off with a power saw rendering it useless.
The man simply sighed, accepting his fate. "Where are we heading right now?" The Faunus scratched his head, "I'm not so sure… Our maps simply say that we'll end in one large and open space, so probably another section of the underground city…" He trailed off, as the man with the bowler hat stared intently at him. "Great! That's five months of stolen Dust, down the drain!"
But the other Faunus had more bad news. "Uh, sir, we might have another problem." He stared at the other Faunus a rage boiled inside him. "What is it, Gary?" He asked, calmly. "There is a team of huntresses, trainees apparently, above the train, throwing those Paladins off the train with the help of a pro huntsman. And on the inside, there is a single guy, clearing a wagon… Oh. God… He's…"
The Faunus in question couldn't pull his eyes away from the screen, as the man with a bowler hat, that now revealed that he had a cane under his coat, already knew what was happening and simply tapped his cane on the ground impatiently.
Ruby didn't see an opportunity while they talked, but somehow, she saw one when they stopped interacting with each other and immediately used her semblance to get on top of one of the Faunus as Francisco simply sighed and rolled inside the room since Ruby had gotten the attention of everyone inside.
"Little Red! You're the last girl I wanted to see right now." He said, readying his cane and aiming it like a gun at her. Francisco quickly moved next to the man mentally staggered from watching the cameras, and just as quick, the tendrils from his left arm quickly punctured the man's back through the chair and moved around inside the Faunus' flesh, unbeknownst to Francisco himself that couldn't really control those things. "Roman Torchwick! Today's the day I'll settle our score!" Followed by that, Francisco heard a loud thud behind him, presumably, it was the Faunus who Ruby jumped into, falling to the ground likely cold out.
The Faunus, Gary, with a new hole on his back, however, would not be so fortunate since the tendrils were slowly crawling throughout his back, quietly breaking his ribcage, puncturing and filling the neck area, effectively silencing the man, as he struggled futilely against the unnatural power that Francisco seemed to possess. "We're two to zero Red! You sure you can settle the score?" A fight broke out between the two behind him.
Unfortunately, even if he wanted to help Ruby, Francisco couldn't move his body no matter how much he wanted. "Sh… ll… Ne… d… She… Shell…" Many skins all spoke at once. Francisco tried to open his mouth to let out small remarks about the situation, but even strength to that failed him as he collapsed to the ground.
He felt it, an uncomfortably warm feeling on his left arm as it seemed to extract whatever was inside the poor Faunus' soon-to-be corpse.
Then, pain.
Sharp and constant pain from deep inside his body, as if his organs were shifting and changing places, as new matter began pouring inside. He had no strength to speak, much less yell in pain. The tendrils thickened, as muscle and blood from the now deceased body were absorbed by them. As soon as Francisco felt his consciousness leaving him, a scream of pain was heard through the ears currently being stolen by the bizarre biomass occupying his body, and that forced him to get up fearing the worse.
Obeying his whims for once, the muscly tentacles all coalesced into something resembling an arm, sharp bones and eyes peered out from the mass as it attempted to mimic a human arm but not being able to quite grasp it. "Hey Neo! I'll need you to come here real qui-" Then the new arm forced itself to ruthlessly swing itself against the back of the criminal, and just as soon as the attack was thrown, it made contact with the man's Aura throwing him to the other side of the wagon knocking him out instantly as his forehead made contact with the edge of a console.
"I was kicking his butt, but… Thanks…" Just as Ruby turned towards her friend; Just before shock could settle inside her for seeing the grotesque image of a random Faunus sitting in a slowly spinning chair, with its ribcage completely missing along with his internal organs while slightly spasming periodically, as a trail of blood leads to Francisco, who now had recovered his lost arm, only this time, it was made from the insides of that poor Faunus; Just as she was about to scream, terrified, the front of the train made contact, as her vision went completely black.
Now Playing: Chris Christodoulou - Double Fucking Rainbow: Risk of Rain OST
Bemaia was quick on his feet, promptly rolling into the next wagon, as the one he was just in had decoupled. "Right. Quick check." He went through his equipment, if he wanted a chance to stop this train, he needed to double-check exactly what resources he had available. "I'm out of fire Dust for Reliquit Custodiam, but there is still Electricity and Hard-light canisters, one of each." His power arm was somewhat scratched, but other than that, it was in pristine condition.
"Now, to Honestus Finis…" The M35 Mjolnir model had been through some tough times, apparently, Roland Rounds can damage the barrel no to mention the blood on it could possibly jam the gun. "That's something I'll have to bring to Francisco eventually." He checked his ammunition, aside from the five rounds still in the cylinder, he had fifteen Rolands he could still use. Less than optimal, but that was his reality.
He opened the door to the next wagon, steeling his resolve to move forward, and readied his hand cannon to shoot anyone that would get in his way. The first thing he saw on the wagon was a few White Fang grunts, all sitting on the seats this particular wagon seemed to have, ten in total, all completely absorbed in their own thoughts. The wagon shook as Bemaia shot the Faunus closest to him, drawing every single grunt's attention, and making them jump out of their seats. "You got a death wi-" Another shot was fired, interrupting the intimidation attempt.
All hell went loose after that.
One after the other, the grunts all pulled out their weapons with murderous intent as Bemaia pulled the trigger once again, only this time, the cylinder jammed with a saddening klank! The Faunus looked at each other and immediately swarmed Bemaia, who looked down on his hand cannon. The wagon was big, but not big enough to allow eight men to run without bumping into each other, which meant that Bemaia was safe from being ganged up from multiple sides if he played smart and win multiple two-on-one scenarios.
The first two came in running, one had a small axe while the other held two small daggers. "Stay still, and this won't hurt as much!" One of them blurted out, Bemaia was unable to tell from who exactly that voice came from, but he cared little about it. The dagger wielder closed the distance faster, jumping in the air and kicking the wall to propel himself faster towards his target, both daggers in hand ready for a downward swing, that harmlessly bounced off Reliquit Custodiam, then Bemaia kneed the acrobatic Faunus aided by his downward momentum, staggering him for perhaps ten seconds, he wagered.
Bemaia moved past the now crying Faunus on the ground and readied himself to parry the diagonal slash from the axe wielder. With a wide backhanded slap using his power arm, the axe was sent flying, hitting the metallic wall that constituted the wagon, then Bemaia swiftly plunged Reliquit Custodiam into and through the Faunus' stomach, taking hold of the man's spine and with the help from his feet, pulled the whole bloody thing out and he immediately threw it towards the crowd in front of him.
Horrified screams echoed through the cavernous tunnel's length.
Right when he thought was about to be hit by an unknown, Bemaia noticed that all six remaining Faunus stopped on their tracks, screaming in a mixture of shock and fear, which he used to his advantage, by un-jamming his hand cannon and promptly shooting the downed Faunus behind him and aiming his Honestus Finis once again towards the crowd of distressed White Fang members. He pulled the trigger once more, showering the Fang's members in the blood of their brethren since Roland Rounds were hand-crafted to pierce, then explode.
It's the closest thing this world had to a trauma gun. Then he shot another one and quickly reloaded, hoping the four remaining Faunus would take a little longer to recover from their torpor.
Right when he was about to pull the trigger again, the remaining grunts all turned tail and ran for their lives towards the wagon in front, which prompted Bemaia to sigh loudly. "None of them had any real experience aside from that dual dagger user…" His mind got to thinking, why would they employ civilians without any experience in this sort of scenario? And then proceeding to arm them as a cherry on top. The one pulling the strings was either really stupid, or they didn't care about this operation as much as those working on it. The fact that these people were convinced to be here, and wear their uniform bothered him to no end.
Who would allow such incompetent people to wear the organization's uniform!?
But that's beside the point. Since the wagon didn't decouple already, maybe they only planned for a few to decouple, he reasoned as he cleared off the worst pieces of gore from his suit and Reliquit Custodian. "Man, I need a bath…" He promptly shrugged off the feeling.
He looked around at the carnage he caused with five shots. Two of the dead bodies had been shot in the head, two others had been shot in the chest and leg respectively. Approaching the one he shot in the leg, perhaps hoping he would still be conscious, he poked them on the side of the head with his oversized revolver, only to receive no response. "He's dead or dying…" He sighed, frustrated.
Perhaps his partner gave him a weapon that is too effective at killing people?
Bemaia turned to leave the wagon and go to the next one, only to face an interesting figure.
A small girl, couldn't be higher than 5 feet, staring at him with her pink and brown eyes. Her clothing confused Bemaia beyond words since she wasn't wearing anything related to the White Fang, aside from the color white which was the most prominent color in her coat. Her hair was a colored mix of pink, white and brown, that same color pallet was shared by the rest of her clothing. One thing that stood out about her, however, was her undersized umbrella. 'No, perhaps it's a parasol?' Bemaia's mind ran through millions of questions for, what seemed to be, the thousandth time just today. But just thinking wouldn't get him very far, he needed to act. Since she's blocking the path towards the next wagon, then she's no bystander. And even if she was…
Now Playing: ULTRAKILL ACT I: INFINITE HYPERDEATH OST: Versus
Bemaia, without an ounce of hesitation, pulled the trigger of Honestus Finis.
… Then she would be an acceptable casualty.
His eyes went wide once he realized that the young girl had, not only perfectly blocked the bullet including the explosive part of it, she dashed towards him at speeds he hadn't seen anyone from Remnant manage to. He raised his right arm to block whatever the girl would attack him with, only for her momentum to shift mid-dash, jumping above him and striking the side of his head with her parasol, and falling graciously to the ground.
Bemaia's aura tanked the blow, that even without aura wouldn't have been fatal which only served to further confuse him.
But never the less, his aura took the blow and was lower because of it. He turned around to face the girl, who smirked at his confused expression. "And you are?" Bemaia bent his knees slightly and centered his body mass by having his head be right above his feet. The girl's smug smirk grew wider as she fidgeted with her odd weapon.
"No talking then." Bemaia's wing extended and flexed hard, propelling toward the girl who stood completely still.
Just as he approached, Bemaia readied a downward punch to stop his momentum and hopefully stagger the girl. Only for the girl to walk up to him, taking him completely by surprise and landing a clean upward kick to his chin, sending him upwards and falling flat on his back, he immediately got up with a practiced jump and glared at the girl, who held her hand in front of her mouth, faking a mocking laugh. 'Who in their right mind would walk towards a blow that would certainly break their stance…' Bemaia tasted iron in his mouth as he grunted in pain.
His aura did tank the blow once again, but it seems that if a blow is too strong or precise, some damage would get through. That theory needed study or testing another time.
'Right. Let's get smart shall we?'
Just as she once did to him, Bemaia simply walked up to her and stared her down, to the point where they stood inches apart from each other. The size difference was blatant, considering that Bemaia himself isn't a particularly tall guy, standing at around 5'7, while the girl… She was at least two heads smaller than him. Maybe 5 feet? That information might seem useless, but it went a long way when planning an attack. The girl looked up and began staring at him.
'All according to plan.' He smirked, spitting a projectile of blood, directly at her right eye. 'She will have to dodge it to her left, my right, the same side as my Reliquit Custodiam…' And just as he thought, she sidestepped it to his right! Moving quickly, he took hold of her hair with his power arm, and without giving her the time to blink, he pulled her up from the ground and forcefully slammed her face first into the metal floor below, making the sound of shattering glass on impact.
"That ought to clear that smirk off your face." Bemaia huffed with satisfaction, as he put Hosnestus Finis to the young girl's back and pulled the trigger… Only for her body to shatter like a glass sculpture… 'Wait, glass?' Bemaia instinctively turned around and blindly shot his hand cannon, hoping to find purchase at a target he lost track of.
The gun missed entirely, which didn't help him in the slightest.
'So I didn't even smash her face in…' That reminded him of something, a foe he once faced a long time ago. Bemaia wildly swung his power arm to his back once again, hitting the girl's parasol and swiftly taking hold of it. Now it was his time to smirk. "The trick you just did, it's old." The girl's smirk had yet to vanish, so he pulled the parasol as the girl let go of it, much to Bemaia's frustration.
He readied himself to clash against the barehanded girl, who stood completely still. 'The thing about that momentary invisibility of hers, that man, Kyleneath, used something akin to that, only, when I faced him I wasn't alone…' So how was he supposed to counter that ability on his own? He pondered.
He then looked at the parasol in his hand, then at the girl who simply waited for his movement. "Perhaps taking this from you acts like a double-edged tactic…" On one hand, he unarmed her, on the other, he now had to make sure she wouldn't be able to take it back, thus giving him an extra factor to consider during the combat, and since he had no idea how to operate it effectively, he wouldn't dare to use it as a weapon and risk losing it again.
So he did the first thing that came to his mind. Mustering all strength he could with his right arm, he pierced the pointy umbrella through the wagon's floor, effectively rendering it unrecoverable for someone of her stature he bet. Now he could attack without any random thought to hold him back.
He aimed Honestus Finis at the girl once again, this time, he hesitated before pulling the trigger this time. In his hesitation, the ice-cream-fashioned girl dashed into him, only for the trigger to be pulled, and her body to shatter like glass at impact once again, frustrating Bemaia even further. His gaze instantly shot towards the parasol… Correction, his gaze instantly shot towards the missing parasol. "Wha-" Before he could express his confusion, the trapdoor on the wagon's ceiling opened abruptly. He could only catch a glimpse of a pink and brown blur moving through the trapdoor.
"Screw this train, I'm getting her ass!" With a single jump, he got hold of the ledge of the emergency hatch and pulled himself up. Gathering information about his surroundings, he immediately noticed three girls on the wagons in front of him, along with that dog and Doctor Oobleck all the way in front, past the sea of White Fang grunts the group was facing.
"Oi!" He caught the attention of the three girls, currently fighting Fang grunts that slowly climbed on top of the train. "Where's that midget!?"
Weiss's glance quickly became a concerned stare as she noticed that Bemaia was somehow, covered in even more blood, even with some of it trailing down his face from inside his mouth. "What do you think you're doing!?" She yelled as the other two shifted their attention once again towards the fight in front of them. Bemaia ran towards them, going past Weiss who was left standing there dumbfounded since she'd just been ignored.
"Don't you dare ignore me!" He then ran past Yang and Blake who were fighting at a distance, confusing them further. "Don't go yet! There's too many!" Yang yelled, as Blake simply stood on guard, pointing Gamboul Shroud at Bemaia. "I'm the one who's supposed to run in… And he's already punching a guy." The blond brawler sighed in exasperation.
As if on cue, Bemaia expertly deflected most of the bullets shot at him, the rest, his dangerously low aura shielded him, and decked a Faunus right on the face, breaking his mask and knocking him unconscious. Just before the Faunus or the girls could do something, he unholstered his Honestus Finis and shot one of the grunts in the chest exploding him with gore that painted the train red due to the speed it was moving.
He pulled the trigger once again, only to hear a muffled Click since he forgot to reload his gun after his confrontation with the midget. So he did the other most sensible thing, and activated the electricity canister on Reliquit Custodiam, and went to town on the poor Faunus. Those who didn't outright die or get pushed out of the train, were on the ground in agonizing pain caused by a localized burst of electricity, forcing the affected area's muscles to flex beyond their capability, rendering them useless, and rooting them to the floor.
The tight cavernous tunnel soon opened into a gigantic open cave, illuminated by various Dust crystals, all varying in size and color, some reaching heights of 150 feet tall. If anyone present suffered from megalophobia, they would certainly be having a very bad time.
Bemaia and the various Faunus watched in wonder the change in scenery. However, in front of the train's path, Bemaia saw something he was sure he'd only seen while fighting Xiao, instead of being on fire, this time it was black, white, and red with wings as tall as buildings and currently sleeping. "Hey, Is that a slumbering dragon Grimm-"
The train crashed full force into the slumbering Grimm.
A/N: Yes! This is a cliffhanger! It's not a good cliffhanger, but it's a cliffhanger nonetheless.