Fangs of the Exiles

Rated M

Rwby

Summary:

Life is not about what happens to you, but what you make of it... At least that's what everyone says. Two faunus will answer whose way is right, carrying the will of a titanic kingdom while the other, the spirit of one who shouldn't exist. Forgotten, their paths will cross, for better or worse.

A/N:

Hey everyone!

It's been a while since my last update and I want to apologize. It's been a rough few weeks/months and I almost fell into the trap that put my previous incarnations of this story on the shelf. Thankfully, I was still in good enough headspace to log some ideas for the future.

First off, there's the case of our main characters. Aganju and Pyrrha will be the focus of the next volume and some major changes are set to be made. As for the ending of Volume 8 in this timeline, Hazel still dies protecting the others. Previously, those that were captured were taken back to Evernight Castle and I just knew that wasn't going to work.

With the way Volume 9 proceeded, I will be doing something similar with the following characters unless mentioned otherwise:

Aganju

Pyrrha

Winter

Elm

Sango &

Blake

In place of Blake in the Ever After realm will be Roxanne (For those who've watched the volume already, you know why). Now, why would Winter be in this volume when she became the Winter Maiden in canon? Simple! She's NOT going to be the Winter Maiden in this story. Who will it be?

I have a couple of choices for that one and I will reveal them in the coming chapter(s). As of now, Penny is still the holder of the magic, but I haven't decided whether she'll remain or not. For now, we'll be picking things up where we left off. Again, I apologize for this chapter taking so long. I'll be working to get the next one out as soon as I can.

For those who've continued supporting this story, I appreciate you all so much!

Chapter 30: Siege on Olympus

[Atlas-Medical Ward]

Beep, beep.

Pyrrha's head ached as a beeping sound nearby performed its ordered cadence. Her eyes fluttered only to instantly close once again to ward off the piercing lights all around her. Bright lights? her mind whispered for fear of making the dull pain worse. There wasn't anything like that before...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Pyrrha struggled to suppress the groan that threatened to escape her lips. The sound of her breaths in the sterile room began to drive her mad, reminding her of the poorly lit cell she had been locked in. The antiseptic smell stung her nose and she could hear muffled voices in the background, but she tried not to dwell on them. As she took a deep breath, she suddenly felt something cold and metallic encircle her wrists.

Metallic?!

The sudden realization was enough to force the girl to open her eyes. True to her suspicions, Pyrrha had been retrained to the guardrails of the hospital bed. But, why would they do something so careless? Surely, they had to know what her semblance revolved around, right? Was this another trap set up by the general? How could Pyrrha be certain of what to do?

For a moment, she resigned herself to the stiff pillow underneath her. While it was far from comfortable, it was infinitely better than kneeling in a straitjacket. Wait... Qrow!

"I see you're awake..." Pyrrha turned her attention to the only way in or out. Standing there was a familiar face, though their expression was utterly foreign by comparison. "Good. I thought that you had died in that explosion."

"Explosion? What are you-?"

"Word is that the general believes your boyfriend came back to rescue you all. I don't know how true that is since we have no evidence of his presence, but it stands to reason since most of your friends have gone missing."

"Why are you here?" Pyrrha did her best to sit up, her chest rising and falling drastically with each breath. "Why are you telling me this, Miss Schnee?"

"I... I was the one who had you transferred to the medical ward after everything that's happened. While I agree that General Ironwood's need to detain you all came with the best of intentions, I'm doubtful that this was the right call..."

"Only after the damage was done?"

Winter nodded, but her downcast eyes failed to find the strength to look at the furious redhead. She was beyond exhausted, having fought with Cinder, dealt with the death of Clover, played babysitter to her sister and her friends, and even struggled with her own conflicted emotions. She was only able to stay on her feet through sheer willpower, though that was beginning to fail her.

Under normal circumstances, she could strike fear of gods into the hearts of friend and foe alike. How hard had she fallen since then?

"I admit it, things could have gone better but..."

"You're dodging my question, Miss Schnee."

"I...!"

"Am I to believe that the great Winter Schnee is incapable of answering a simple question? Such hesitation is unbecoming of Atlas' finest..."

"You don't understand!"

"What don't I understand?!" Pyrrha roared at the top of her lungs. Her eyes flared with a righteous fury the likes Winter had never imagined. "What is so difficult to comprehend about all of this? Every attempt that man has made up to this point has led us to nothing but disaster! I lost my boyfriend because of...! Because... I..."

Pyrrha's anger flared up quickly, but it dissipated just as swiftly. It was simple for her to blame the woman standing in front of her for the misfortune that had befallen her, but she knew it was merely a way of deflecting the blame. Winter was not directly responsible for Aganju's departure - nothing could have prevented him from leaving after the meeting was poorly received.

Hot tears poured out of her eyes like a waterfall, while the weight of her realization made it hard to breathe. The heart monitor beeped louder as her distress grew. Despite her training to subdue her emotions, Winter did something that went against her identity.

Her arms snaked around the young girl's shoulders, pulling her into a gentle embrace. Pyrrha couldn't help but instinctively respond in kind, even if the comforter was supposed to be her enemy.

"Please, try and take slow breaths..." Winter whispered while rubbing her back. "...I know you're in pain, but you must pull it together if you're going to see him again."

"A-Again?"

Winter pulled herself apart from the whimpering girl, her eyes flashing with something Pyrrha hadn't seen before. It felt like an eternity since she'd felt this energy. Hope. After so much grief and anguish since their arrival, to see such a gratifying emotion before her was nothing short of a godsend.

"I believe Aganju is here and I'm willing to bet that he's looking for you as well. If you're able to, you may be able to catch him."

"Why are you helping me?" Pyrrha raised a brow, wiping the remnants of her tears. "You're the right hand of the general. I would think that you would be on his side, not ours."

Winter Schnee couldn't hide the overwhelming shame that washed over her, making it increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact. She rubbed her arm shyly, trying to gather the words to respond to such a simple question. Despite her usual poise and unwavering stances, even in the face of adversity, everything was falling apart and she felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar by their parent. The weight of her mistakes hung heavily on her, leaving her feeling somber and defeated.

"I... I'm far from a saint," she finally eked out with a heavy sigh. "I've lost the faith of my sister and I'm beginning to doubt the very judgment that carried me to where I'm at. As a soldier, I must follow orders and do whatever is deemed the correct path. Unfortunately, I've begun to see how much this line of thinking costs. I left my family to become a soldier only to wind up in the same position I was desperately trying to leave behind."

Pyrrha sat and listened to the woman as she concluded her sob story. Winter spoke about how the general was growing increasingly paranoid and how the current lockdown was a result of it. Although the claims had some truth to them, Pyrrha remained skeptical about Winter's sudden change of heart. Despite her doubts, Pyrrha was willing to take the opportunity to fix things if they needed fixing.

Her incessant blind trust in others was a good place to start.

"Give me one reason why I should believe this isn't a set-up or a trap."

Pyrrha expected the agent to be offended. After all that was divulged, why wouldn't one be denigrated by the constant distrust? To her surprise, Winter chuckled.

"You're a quick learner. For that, I'll tell you a secret," Winter wasted little time in explaining something to the girl, earning a gasp of shock. The conclusion left no room for debate now. "You should hurry because if Team SMK finds him first, he'll be in grave danger."

"What do you mean?"

Aganju smirked grimly at the situation before him. Being surrounded by a trio of skilled fighters aiming to destroy you wasn't the ideal circumstance to find oneself in, let alone a trio of Atlesian-trained warriors. He had narrowly avoided several attacks from Marik, wondering how he was able to teleport near him with minimum effort.

He hardly had time to figure out this conundrum thanks to Kairi's assault. Every blow he dodged or deflected left him more and more fatigued mentally. Was this her semblance? he pondered, noticing the way her eyes flickered with various colors. The only thing that kept him alert was the assault from the others. Then there was Sango...

The atmosphere was tense as the panther faunus launched his blades, moving in with lightning-fast speed and swinging them in a seemingly reckless manner that left the fox unable to counter. It was a sight to behold as the two skilled fighters clashed, using every weapon in their arsenal to gain an advantage.

Long-range attacks were followed by short-range ones, as the combatants used both their mental and physical prowess to try and gain the upper hand. The panther faunus was growing overpowered by the second, and Kairi capitalized on this culmination, shoving her heel into his sternum and then spinning to connect with his jaw.

The panther faunus staggered backward, momentarily stunned, but he wasn't out yet. He tried to regain his footing, only to eat a headbutt and several slashes from the Nordic warrior's axes. The battle was intense, with both sides giving it their all in a display of skill, strength, and determination.

Aganju was grateful for his aura, but it was only a matter of time before it would give out from the brutish onslaught. He dropped to one knee, dragging deep breaths into his aching lungs.

"Dammit..." he wheezed.

"It appears our prey is giving up," Marik rested one of his axes on his shoulder, eyes filled with disappointment. "I thought you said he was full of piss and vinegar, chief?"

"I never thought he'd leave and get weaker..." Kairi added, resting a hand on her hip.

As Sango stepped forward, he matched the energy of the pair but remained silent. Having witnessed Aganju's power firsthand during the Vytal Festival, he wasn't taking any chances. His silver gaze glowed once again, which irritated the young faunus even more. It was an insult to injury. Although the panther couldn't explain the reason for this outcome, he couldn't deny that something was off.

You're holding back, aren't you? he folded his arms. His body trembled slightly as if he was standing in the tundra naked. This chill continued to plague him, furthering his skepticism. While they never saw eye to eye, Sango acknowledged the fighting spirit that the vulpine maintained. "He's stalling...!"

The trio turned to their leader with perplexion. Stalling? For what?

On cue, a loud banging echoed throughout the room, bringing a pause to Team SMK's assault. Aganju couldn't help but feel a malicious chuckle escape his lips, though even he didn't know what was coming.

The answer to this question came in the form of a deafening, screeching metal sound that pierced through Aganju's ears like a sharp knife. The noise was so unbearable that he feared his eardrums would burst until the door started to rip from its hinges. Suddenly, his isolation was broken, and he sensed the presence of a familiar red-haired warrior. Although she was far away, the vulpine could unmistakably feel the menacing energy of her protection.

While the others grew concerned, Kairi sneered at the sight of the new challenger.

"I didn't expect to see... Mmf!"

The female fox was unable to complete her sentence when a magnetic force pulled her towards the girl, using the golden blade as a medium. The force was so great that she slammed Kairi's face onto the unforgiving floor, leaving her gasping for breath. Even Aganju, who was already feeling exhausted, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he witnessed the incident.

Pyrrha...?

The room shook with an intense impact that felt like a missile blast. Sango and Aganju immediately worried about Kairi's safety before turning their attention to the other members. Marik stepped up against Pyrrha, his fists tightly clenched around his hatchets in an attempt to intimidate her. However, Pyrrha wasn't fazed by his display of aggression.

Using her powerful Semblance, Sango effortlessly deflected the Drengr's weapons with a swift wave. The Drengr's body slammed against an obstacle, which forced Sango to take a cautious step back. With fiery green eyes blazing, she paid no attention to the panther Faunus retreating. Instead, she strode forward with determination, her gaze fixed on the winded vulpine, Aganju. He struggled to get back on his feet, but it was clear he was in no shape to keep fighting. Without hesitation, Sango seized him by the collar with both hands and, despite his unsteady legs, held him firmly in place.

Pyrrha's gaze now appeared unfocused, her head tilting for a moment before locking eyes with him. Aganju could sense this disbelief but there was something else that he couldn't put his finger on lurking behind those eerie emerald portals. Was she still mad at him? Was this betrayal behind this stare?

Whatever was about to happen, he wouldn't take things lightly.

"Pyrrha... I..."

Aganju's attempt at explaining himself was abruptly silenced by a fiery kiss from the girl. Her lips were rough and cracked, but the passion was no less intense. At that moment, all the danger and fear that had been looming over them seemed to dissipate. Time stood still as they lost themselves in each other until they finally parted. As they did, Aganju noticed tears streaming down her cheeks - a release of all the agony and guilt she had been carrying inside. With a heavy heart, he wiped the hot streaks away with his thumb, unable to hide his shame for everything that had happened before.

There was no time for sobs or wailing. Their grief and joy would have to remain discreet for the time being as the sounds of crumbling material drew their attention. Kairi was coming to, rubbing her head with a venomous snarl. Marik dragged himself back to his feet, brushing off the debris from his shoulders.

"Where's that bitch?! I'll rot her mind to nothing!"

"We can discuss things later, Agan..." Pyrrha's hushed tone made the faunus worry, yet he couldn't deny the expectancy in her tone. "Shall we handle this first?"

Pyrrha wiped her face, returning her focus to the furious vixen. When Kairi drew her golden blade, Pyrrha used her semblance once again, this time summoning the weapons to her. However, Aganju remembered their opponent's abilities. Marik left a mark on his opponents, making them trackable while Kairi had some form of mental manipulation semblance.

While Pyrrha knew of the powers the pair possessed, to what extent was still unknown. Aganju knew this and rushed in, ignoring the katana in favor of the two hatchets. Sure, he predicted that he'd be the one marked, but his tolerance for rejecting the influence seemed to hold up as he clutched the dangerous arms. Unexpectedly, the moment he touched the weapons, a surge of energy began to course through his body, forcing a howl of agony to echo throughout the room.

"Agan?!" Pyrrha sped to his aid only to be halted by a whistling sound. "Ugh...!"

As she clutched her head, the source of the sound continued. The effects left Pyrrha struggling to move a solitary inch from her position. Not even a finger would bend to her mind's command. A familiar dread washed over her trembling form, forced to crumble on the ground as a heavy force drove her to the floor.

"You think you're something special? The INVINCIBLE GIRL, right?!" Kairi sneered, her haughty tone burning with more confidence with each passing second. "I knew you were nothing but a lucky bitch milking the attention of the masses with your mediocre ability! You couldn't beat me before and you can't beat me now!"

Pyrrha was frozen in place, this disorienting sensation left her with a vile and painful nothingness, as if her consciousness was being taken prisoner. She was forced to watch as her body and mind were under the influence of another. It was the same as the previous days when she thought to sacrifice herself for her friend's safety. Was this all for naught as well?

"Now, be a good girl and watch as your little boyfriend dies from...!"

Once more, Kairi was knocked away. This time a dark tendril was responsible. Pyrrha's heart nearly skipped when she saw this, but not from the sight.

No, this was something far worse. An aura so destructive and chaotic, she secretly had nightmares for weeks about it. The first time was during the Vytal Festival finals. But, it was the second appearance that traumatized the girl; The battle against Cinder Fall on Beacon Tower. That twisted, borderline sadistic, laugh. Those feral eyes. The stench of bloodlust. Pyrrha braced herself for these traits that she'd grown acquainted with.

Except...

"I've had enough..."

Aganju's voice. His low tone ordered compliance to any who dared to challenge him, it was nothing like before.

Pyrrha was both fascinated and terrified by the black, bubbling energy that encircled the fox when she dared to look at it. The way the energy morphed into the fox's tail was both mesmerizing and ominous. Suddenly, another structure emerged from the energy, and Aganju immediately dropped to all fours once the transformation was complete. His dark brown skin started to become pale, and even the color of his wounds changed, turning into a bright, jagged violet. It was as if some dark magic was at work, and Pyrrha couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom.

"A-Aganju?"

"Stay back..."

[Execution Site]

"Qrow Branwen! You have been brought here as the result of your crime of slaying Special Operative, Clover Ebi! Do you have any final words?"

A defeated Qrow stared at the astute form of his former ally and friend with hatred boiling ten times over. He was forced to kneel into a guillotine stock, making his position more psychologically painful than it was physically. He eyed his situation, cutting left and right to find himself surrounded on both sides by a soldier wielding a sharpened blade. Before them stood the remaining Ace-Ops, each one standing poised though their expressions were anything but that.

"My last words, huh?"

"It is customary..." General Ironwood spoke, his voice struggling to maintain the professionalism he was known for.

Qrow Brawnwen, the bad luck charm. How poetic would it be for him to die as he lived?

Every moment of his conscious life was filled with misery and loneliness, all because of his semblance. He and his sister were forced into the role of assassin, but that path didn't work out for him. He then thought he could become an ally of Ozpin, fighting alongside his teammates. However, Raven left him behind to lead a bandit group, and Tai-Yang became a teacher. To make matters worse, he later discovered that the entire purpose of saving the world from Salem was built on a lie.

Every face he could visualize only made his throat burn as if someone had dropped scorching coals in it. Raven. Tai. Ozpin. His parents. Yang. Ruby. He only wished for one of them to smile at him. That would be enough; He would've been enough.

Any fortune around him was condescended to be negative, robbing him of any genuine happiness. That is...

Qrow's mind was filled with memories of a familiar smile, one that radiated with life and hope. Unlike most people, he couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered whenever she was around. To him, it seemed like this person had the power to erase all his worries with her infectious smile. Sadly, with the impending peace of the afterlife approaching, her face was missing from the spiritual gathering.

Dammit... Summer. It's been so long and you're still beyond my reach. Even with death coming, I still can't find you. I guess bad luck is my ultimate fate.

"Guess I'll have time to find you..."

"Qrow?"

A steady tranquil air encompassed the room, yet Ironwood felt an unsettling chill run down the human parts of his body. Was he becoming more unhinged? His trained gaze cut to various corners of the room. Nothing. There was no sign of any threat. Besides, the site was sealed off with only his code granting entrance.

Nobody would be able to get in or out without his approval.

"Having second thoughts, General?"

Ironwood returned his focus to the grinning form of his prisoner. This brand of defiance was a trademark of Qrow Branwen. In past days, this was nothing more than a minor annoyance; A mosquito bite that demanded attention at the worst possible time. Now, that mosquito had grown into a venomous wasp.

"In your dreams," the general managed to hiss through gritted teeth. "Be grateful that I'm affording you a few extra moments of breath."

"Just get it over with. I'm tired of your self-righteous bullshit."

James turned away and waved his hand. The men saluted and raised their blades above the kneeling man. His reservations were worthless at this point as he watched his once-friend stand before the execution block. His gloved hand remained high in the air and he turned his back to him.

Was he too much of a coward to watch him die or was this his attempt at feigning regret?

It wouldn't matter. Qrow's ears could barely pick up what the man was going on about at this point, surrendering to his imminent death. He closed his eyes and forced himself to exhale.

"May the brothers judge you fairly, old friend."

A forlorn James lowered his hand and clenched his eyes shut. Biting back tears, any bitterness that once was had become overcome by a sincere sense of loss. Somewhere behind that iron will, James would always miss his friend. He had to put his kingdom first, even if it meant sacrificing a dear friend to an insane witch.

Ironwood awaited the moment that he believed would grant safety. That moment felt as if it was on an endless loop as silence gave way to the screech of steel colliding. The echo reverberated all around the room to the point even Ironwood felt the residual energy vibrating through his metal limbs. Something's not right.

"What is taking so... long?"

The general prepared to emasculate his subordinates for their delay only to find the reason standing before him. Behind her laid the injured bodies of his soldiers. The remaining Ace-Ops moved to attack, but the man stretched out his arm to fend them off, if only for now.

A portal? Red and black armor. Long and wild black hair. Glowing crimson eyes behind a ghastly Grimm's mask. The red-lined katana. This was certainly the last person he'd expect to see, especially now.

The woman, with a determined expression on her face, wasted no time in grabbing the blade and slicing the thick, rough ropes that held her brother captive. As soon as the last strand of the rope fell to the ground, she took a step back and looked up to see her brother's face. Qrow's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at his long-lost sister. After their encounter at Haven Academy, Qrow had convinced himself that things between them would never be the same. He couldn't have been more wrong. The sense of irony was almost palpable as Qrow realized that he was partly right.

"Raven?"

"Can you still hold a sword?" she peered over her shoulder. "Or were you waiting for me to save your ass again?"

Qrow couldn't believe his ears. Was Raven acting like things never happened?! It wasn't until she removed the helm and revealed an apologetic grin that carried a mischievous aura.

"Excuse me?"

"I was afraid that your time here had clipped your wings. Or maybe you're afraid that I'll show you up like old times?"

Another portal appeared with various footsteps stepped out. One of them was a short-haired feline faunus, Yang's partner, Blake holding his weapon with a small grin. Behind her, Nora Valkyrie and several of their friends and allies stood with weary grins. Qrow marveled at what he was seeing.

"You... Did this?"

"Don't get used to this," she turned her nose up playfully. "I did say that I would save your ass."

"But, you said that was just a one-time thing..."

Raven simpered before putting her mask back on. Her eyes blazed with a rage that was now pointed at Ironwood. His disbelief was on full display when, for the first time since encountering Salem, he stepped backward. Caught on the back foot, he wasn't certain what was happening and his mind wasn't able to process things, not when there was so much on the line.

"You..." he growled, voice so low that anyone other than the faunus present could hear. "You've ruined EVERYTHING!"

Qrow took his weapon from the girl, his eyes trained firmly on the militant. The fire of retribution burned brightly, shocking the former bandit leader. After rescuing the others, she had heard stories about Qrow's budding friendship and how hard it hurt him to lose someone that he was close to. She wouldn't blame him for feeling how he did.

Raven was always the logical fighter but Qrow was the opposite. It was his passion and emotions that fueled his drive to battle. The only problem was how far they took things. For her, she would turn cold and calculative, emotionally removed from the plight of her opponents. Qrow was another beast entirely, and Raven knew that the sleeping creature had now awakened.

"Bad luck be damned. I want his head!"

This side of Qrow was shocking to everyone except Raven herself. She'd seen this part of her brother numerous times, each time more challenging than the last. She extended Omen before he had the chance to step forward. It was best to nip things before they had the chance to bloom into a thorny garden. Plus, his semblance would only increase the likelihood of bad luck affecting everyone if he wasn't careful.

"Don't try to stop me, Raven," he seethed.

"Is he more important than your family?"

"Because of him, Ruby is in Salem's clutches! Who knows what that bitch is doing to her and-!" Raven shook her head with a snicker that made her sibling's eye twitch. "Do you find something funny?!"

"I do..." she pulled back her blade only to slash open another portal.

From the depths of the passage, the footsteps of a small group emerged. Ren. Oscar Pine. Roxanne. A green-haired girl was carrying a weary Ruby Rose on her back, triggering the man's emotions once again.

Nora was the first to respond, leaping towards her best friend and lover, Roxanne. Both of them appeared a little worn out as they exchanged a somber look with Yang. Jaune was embraced by Weiss. Meanwhile, Oscar was warmly received by the rest of the group, and Emerald handed over Ruby to the senior man. Her eyes betrayed a sense of regret and guilt. Although it was a relief to see Ruby finally resting, their situation was still challenging.

"She's going to be alright," Emerald rubbed her neck, refusing to meet the gazes of the elders. "We were able to slip through when Salem was distracted and... We were lucky to be covered by Cinder, even if she didn't realize it. I don't know how long it'll be before Salem comes looking for her but-"

"Thank you..."

Emerald's jaw dropped at the ragged voice. She took several steps back upon noticing the grateful smile that came from the tearful man. If one had asked her for a list of things that she'd never expected to see, this would be in contention for the top of the list.

"If we're done with all the warm and fuzzies, we do have a lot of Atlas soldiers here."

Emerald and Qrow nodded in agreement. After giving the recovering Ruby to Oscar, he and the others took hold of their weapons. Ironwood couldn't believe what he was seeing. Every part of his plan had been undone in a matter of minutes.

He was supposed to die! Ruby was supposed to be hers! his mind raced as more intrusive thoughts took hold of him. "She promised that she'd leave once I gave her what she wanted!"

Qrow fixed his cold gaze on the man before him. He felt nothing towards him, for the first time. In Qrow's view, Ironwood deserved nothing less. Raven picked up on this and smiled beneath her mask. Despite her brother's rejection of their clan, it was evident that he still held some connection to their teachings, though deeply buried in his heart.

"Anyone who wants to leave, go through the portal now," she instructed, her voice booming with authority and a weird level of understanding for the wounded. "Otherwise, prepare yourselves for blood. Training is over!"

"We could do without the bloodlust, Raven..." Oscar/Ozpin joked from his spot at the rear.

No one left; each person remained standing in front of the soldiers with a firm grip on their weapons and their eyes fixed on their targets. Raven didn't expect them to be as savage as her previous tribe, but she was relieved that they weren't ignorant of the reality of combat.

Ironwood also noticed the situation and became furious. He clenched his teeth and ordered his men to attack in an attempt to maintain his position in Atlas and earn Salem's approval. He planned to eliminate Ruby and Qrow, which he assumed would solve his problems. He even considered killing Raven as a bonus.

With a stern expression, he gestured towards their targets and ordered anyone within reach to strike as he commanded. He didn't care about appearances, as others could never understand the immense responsibility he held. As a four-star general at Atlas Academy and a member of the council, he was tasked with handling all threats that may arise from any angle. He took his duty seriously and would do whatever it took to ensure the safety of the beacon of hope that it represented to the rest of the world.

"Attack! Leave Qrow to me!"