King: VALHALLA! (Translation: 100,000+ words of content! This is officially nuts! Hope you've all been enjoying yourselves so far and I'm seriously thankful for all of your views and reviews. Huh... Ever notice that the word review is supposed to convey viewing somethin again... It's like parkways (which are driven on) and driveways (which are parked on). But seriously, how did this all fit into one word? Weird...)

Inspiration (Very loosely): For Honor

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While many in the audience were happy Jaune survived the last world's events, they were still unnerved by the actions of Baldric. How he had to die to let Jaune live… It was hard… But they didn't get the time to grieve the man that was Baldric. The screen started to form again and start the next world.

The first thing they saw was a mist covered sea. They could hear the soft beating of drums in the distance as small lights seemed to form.

"Well then…" Weiss settled in, ready to see how this goes. "That's an interesting start."

Yang sighed, "I swear, if this turns into an artsy thing after that last one, I'm going to flip."

Weiss just shook her head.

The lights seemed to brighten through the mists s the drums got louder. They were getting faster. A large, wooden ship started to cut through the mists. It was a simple boat with a massive white sail, the symbol of Clan Arc embroidered on the surface.

Nora gasped, "Jaune has a boat!"

"A row boat?" Weiss asked.

Blake shrugged, "A very big row boat…"

"Not exactly impressive."

"Well excuse me!" Nora huffed, "We can't all afford yachts!"

Another boat cut through the mist, the same symbol was placed over a red and white sail. Then another. And another. As the ships started to approach, they started to see the people within. Every single one was a mountain of a human with blonde hair. What armor they had was minimal: just a helmet and maybe a shoulder pad. The rest was simply leather clothing without any real defensive capabilities. Most had rounded shields, but nothing more in the way of defense.

"What on earth?" Weiss was unsure what to think of them. She looked to her associates to try to see if they had any insights.

Blake, Ruby, Neptune, and Sun were in a similar boat to her.

Pyrrha saw these men as warriors, a look of respect on her face.

Yang almost felt at home seeing them. Blonde warriors that look fucking awesome? She'd fit right in~!

Most of the adults and villains just kind seemed to be running with it. Save for one. Ozpin was wide eyed, shaking in his chair. This was something he wished to never see again.

Ironwood saw his shaking and immediately became concerned. "Ozpin? Is something wrong? Do you know those men?"

Ozpin took a breath to calm his nerves… He needed a few… "Those aren't men… They're monsters."

This confused everyone until they saw what happened next.

The boats hit the shore and the men rushed off the boats with weapons drawn and a chorus of primal roars. The men on the shoreline were easy pickings. A costal village was slaughtered and burned in mere minutes.

Eyes went wide watching the hell unleashed on the shore. Weiss finally had words for them. "Holy shit…"

The men returned to their ships as quickly as they'd came. They left with gold and various other riches. There was little left in the village. Why leave anything behind in a raid? Such is the might of Clan Arc. The mists covered the ships again, fading to show the same men in a large hall, toasting their mead and enjoying a feast. Doors pushed open to show a large, dark haired man in a blue coat with a bit of armor.

Blake blinked a moment. "Dad?"

Gira Belladonna scowled into the hall and marched in. They didn't seem to notice. Or if they did, they didn't care. Gira made his way to the end of the table to a large blonde man. His beard was long, braided, and held by a ring. He was a powerful man, adorned by a bear pelt over his head and shoulders.

The man chuckled seeing Gira, "You've got some balls to march in here!"

"I've been sent here to deal with you. After what you did to Tensho village."

"Tensho? Oh! The costal town from yesterday?" The blonde man started to laugh, "It's nothing personal! It was just a raid! Right?!" This got a cheer from the warriors in the hall. "And let me guess, you're here to stop us from raiding again? I can tell you, better men than you have tried. All failed~!"

Blake balled her hands into fists, "Come on… Put him in the ground!"

Sun smiled and raised an eyebrow. "This is a new side…"

Weiss nodded. "To be fair, we just watched his men burn down a village and steal everything valuable."

"I know. But still."

Gira glared as the man laughed again, "I know I can't stop you." As he spoke, the camera moved around to show the blonde warriors smirking, "No army on this planet, living or dead, could bring you and your men to heel. You bow to no one. You believe your deaths are preordained, so you've no use for armor or fear. Your men are monsters. Your women are storms. Your king is said to be blessed by the gods…" Gira's eyes returned to the man with the bear skin, "That's why I'm not going to stop you. I want to hire you."

This caught the pelt covered man off guard, "Pardon?"

"WHAT?!" Blake stood up in her chair. She couldn't believe her father would ever associate with a force like that. They razed a village for the fun of it! Or at least, it seemed that way.

"I know I can't stop you. It would take every soldier on Remnant to stand to a chance against you. So, I'm offering you targets and pay on top of what you take."

"This is a first." The blonde man scowled, his opinion of his intruder slipping. "And why would you come to us for that? Making us fight your enemies?"

"I'm not asking you to fight my wars. Just to fight a common enemy, Sienna Kahn. I know she's been harassing your people and she's been making my people's lives a living hell. If we work together, we can crush her forces and move on with our lives."

Ironwood thought out loud for a moment, "That could work. One force to attack from land and the other to harass from the sea… Sienna Kahn is the leader of the White Fang in our world. And if this version is anything like her, it would be best to work together against her."

Blake knew Sienna was bad… but she had her limits. The one to truly fear was Adam. If he ever came to power in the White Fang… She shook her head. She didn't want to think about that right now.

The man was now fully glaring toward Gira. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

This confused Gira, "Montagne Arc. Patriarch of the Clan Arc."

"Warlord. I am a Lord of Warriors! I fought to earn this position. You're not in Menagerie anymore. This isn't your world. This is mine. And here…" he waved about, gesturing to what he ruled, "Here… we respect the will of battle. The might of the warrior! If you are proven a worthy fighter, then we will treat you like kin. Yet you ask me to fight in your war for you!" The two glared toward one another for what felt like years.

Gira was well aware he was alone here. He was surrounded, and his only way out was the way he came in. No backing down.

Montagne scoffed after a while. "One week. You have one week to find a champion among your people. They will fight my champion. Succeed, and we'll fight with you as brothers and sisters. Fail, and our next raid may well find your home next."

Gira nodded. He didn't have much of a choice. After coming to them and after his bad impression, he'd painted a target on his back. He'd have to find his best warrior…

Yang was tapping her foot, "So, where's Vomit Boy, anyway?"

"If I had to guess," Weiss replied, "I'd say he'll be Montagne's champion. After all, it is his father. Or perhaps he'll stop his father and make a deal with Blake's…"

One week… Seven days to return home, find a champion, and return to the frozen north. But Gira knew who would be able to fight… Who could truly be a champion. He returned after the time was up and stood in front of Montagne before his hall. He was gestured to follow and the two were soon in a makeshift arena. Beside Gira was his champion… his daughter Blake.

Blake actually felt rather proud. Her father selected her as his champion? She was the greatest warrior of her people? She couldn't help but smile a little, knowing she was strong enough to represent her people…

Blake was dressed similarly to her mother. The key difference was her use of lacquered armor and katana sword at her side. Her hair was tied back to stay out of her eyes and fit into her helmet without issue.

Ruby was wide eyed, "Woah! You look like a samurai!"

Blake sighed with a smile. It seemed like the kind of thing she'd have done… if not for her running away to the White Fang…

Montagne scrutinized Blake for a moment, "At least she looks like a warrior. Let's see if she can fight like one." He turned to face the crowd behind him, "My son! It is time!"

Yang grinned, "Alright! Time to see this version of Vomit Boy~ This ought to be good."

The crowd parted as a tall young man walked through. Despite the frozen world around him, he was without a shirt or armor; dressed only in leather pants, fur boots, and a helmet adorned with ram's horns. His body was covered in light blue runic tattoos. He was clearly his father's son, a muscular man of the northern frost. He had a blonde beard just long enough to form into a small braid. He carried a large war ax in one hand as he marched into the ring.

Yang blinked. Something about this version of Jaune just… got to her. Then again… a few of them had… She'd have a bit to think about when she gets back.

Velvet was openly drooling. Seeing Jaune like that was truly an incredible sight to a bunny faunas. Coco wanted to tease her, but she could tell Velvet wouldn't care in her current state.

Nora couldn't tell why… but she felt drawn to this version of Jaune. Something about him was calling to her. It was like the dragonborn one from before…

Jaune stepped into the ring and set his ax at the ready.

Gira placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder, nodding. He trusted her with his life. He knew she'd find a way to beat him.

Yang chuckled, "Spoilers, man. We all know Blake's got this."

Nora scoffed, "Yeah, right! Jaune's totally going to win this!"

The two were now all the more invested in the fight. In a way, it was four on four. Team RWBY versus NPR plus Velvet.

Now alone in the ring, Jaune and Blake stared one another down. Jaune brought his ax into both hands and lifted it into the air, parallel to the ground. All the while, letting out a primal scream into the frozen wind. His runic tattoos began to glow for a moment.

Blake drew her sword and got ready for the fight at hand. Her stance was unreadable. Her breath was slow. She was ready for anything. Except the large ax barreling down toward her. She was able to duck to the side and roll away. She'd always fought opponents with stances. She'd never fought a wild man like an Arc. She'd have to stay on her toes.

Nora fist pumped into the air. "Yeah! Go Jaune! Show her who's boss!"

Yang and Ruby cheered on the samurai Blake.

Blake's foot dragged across the snow. She was lucky her father warned her about the temperature here. Otherwise she'd be in straw sandals. That would not end well… She was caught off guard again when Jaune used his superior range to take a swing at her. She could duck under an attack like that. This was nothing!

Jaune's shoulder was suddenly buried in her gut and she was lifted off the ground. He charged and tossed her off and back to the cold ground. He reared back his ax, fully intent on cleaving into her ribcage. She was able to roll away and get back to her feet.

Blake winced a bit. "This guy's a monster!"

Jaune placed his ax over his shoulder and slammed his fist into his shoulder several times, "I'm no monster. I am a Viking!" This got a cheer from his fellow Nords. "I am a proud warrior of the North! But that's enough about me…" He returned his ax to both hands, ready to fight, "Come on!"

Blake narrowed her eyes and lowered her stance. She'd have to be careful. He was larger and stronger than her. So much so, that trying to block him would probably rattle her bones. She'd have to be smarter. She'd have to…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud horn. Jaune's eyes went wide. "To the defenses!"

Gira looked around as the Arc warriors jumped to their weapons, "What's going on?!"

Montage glared into the distance. "A cur has come to tear us down. Seems they don't want our alliance to form."

Ozpin sighed and tapped his chest in relief. This got a few eyes to looked toward him, confused. He thus, explained himself, "I've… studied similar men from our version of reality. They're ferocious beasts… A trial like that usually ends in blood."

Relief started to run through the Beacon groups knowing they avoided either Jaune or Blake dying. But they did wonder who would try to attack them if Clan Arc was so ferocious.

Gira growled and turned to his daughter, "Blake!"

She nodded, immediately understanding her father's order, "Right!"

Montage was marching along, being handed a rounded shield and a sword, "Jaune! Take the girl and move toward the southern ridge! Deal with anyone that gets in your way!"

Jaune laughed and charged toward the southern region. Blake followed close behind. The two made their way through snow and over ice to an upper region of the battlefield.

Weiss was wide eyed. True, winter was her favorite season. But this? The frozen region was… beautiful. It was like a painting made real.

Blake run up next to Jaune as he looked around, "What are we doing up here?"

Jaune growled and set his ax into the ice, having it lean up from the round, "Waiting. Until the war horn sounds again, we wait. One long tone is a charge. Two short is a stand down. Three short is a retreat."

"Retreat? I thought you were supposed to be these amazing warriors no one can beat."

"We can. But not all of my people are warriors. We have the elders, the mothers still feeding their young, the children unable to wield a real sword… A Viking may be thought to be unstoppable, but we are still human." He took a hollowed-out horn from his belt and uncorked it, taking a drink from the makeshift flask. When he was done, he offered the horn to Blake, "A drink to the war to come."

Blake shook her head. "I need my nerves in tact to fight."

"Suit yourself." He took the rest of the drink and wiped his mouth. A single, loud and long tone rang out over the ice. "To war." He pulled his a out and raised it over his head, "VALHALLA!" Jaune charged down the ridge and toward an approaching army.

Nora blinked. "Valhalla? What's that?"

Ozpin adjusted his glasses, "It's… an old idea. Something akin to a warrior's afterlife."

Blake looked out over the ridge to see the army. The banners above their heads told her everything she needed to know. Sienna Kahn's general, Adam Taurus… He planned to wipe them out. Her eyes narrowed, and she followed Jaune to the battle.

The Blake in the audience couldn't help but mimic her counterpart. But she also knew the army before them had to outnumber the small Viking force plus her and her father.

Jaune charged in toward the hoard of men in armor similar to Blake's. His foot dragged forward a bit as he reared his ax back. One swing knocked five of the armored men into one another, the first of them having an ax blade embedded into his armor as he started to bleed. He pushed the soldier off and swung the counterbalance back into another man. He knocked one of them up off the ground and swung his blade into the man midair. He slammed him into the ground as his blood spurted up into the soldiers around him. Jaune roared again and got more than a few around him to fall over themselves.

Mercury chuckled, "Holy shit! This guy is nuts!"

The screen glitched, paused, sparked again, and a bolt shot out and into the seats. At the point of impact, a young man in a mask was upside down in one of the seats. "The hell just happened?!"

Blake was up in an instant and on guard, "Adam?!"

Adam smirked and righted himself. "Blake. I've been wondering where you went." Yang, Weiss, Ruby, and Sun shot up to help their friend. Adam just laughed, "Four more to die then!" He tried to draw his sword, but the glowing purple fireball appeared between them.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" He forced Adam off and away from the group. "I don't know what's up, but I don't care enough right now. You're here now and thus part of the madness. The screen needs fixed again, but I can't do that if you're going to fight if I'm not here. So, let me lay down a few rules. No weapons!" Adam's katana suddenly disappeared. "And no fighting in the theater! You sit and watch! Or you go home! GOT IT?!" The small fireball became a localized inferno. He was suddenly back to normal as the screen sparked again. "Now what?!"

A series of sparks forced new forms into the theater. The pile of bodies included Taiyang, Gira and Kali Belladonna, Bartholomew Oobleck, Peter Port, and Sienna Kahn. The bodies split among the groups as King explained the rules and purpose, using a bit of power to keep the screen from sparking again.

King sighed, "Okay… you've all got here half way through one… Just… sit down and if you have questions, ask the people that were already here."

Kali walked over and sat next to Blake, "I must say, this is a lovely theater." She noticed Sun and reached out to shake his hand. "And who might you be?"

Sun smiled nervously, Gira staring at him from behind his wife. "I'm Sun. Sun Wukong. I'm Blake's friend from Mistral! But… I'm more from Vacuo! It's kind of a long story…"

After a while, Kali chuckled, leaning toward her daughter, "I like him."

Blake tried to hide some form of embarrassment, but the damage was done.

Taiyang smiled toward Qrow, "Hey, Qrow! Haven't seen you in ages."

Qrow gave a small wave. "A few months. Give or take. How's Signal since I left?"

"The usual. Bunch of teens trying to act cool. Never lasts the year." Tai noticed Raven sitting nearby. He glowered toward her and spun around to sit with his daughters. He looked up to the screen, showing a glitching form of the Viking Jaune. "So, what are we watching again?"

Ruby smiled, "Another universe! The screen shows different versions of all of us where things are so crazy! But King says they all center around our friend Jaune."

"Then… why are we all here?"

Ruby shrugged, "No idea. People just kind of showed up after a while. King didn't bring everyone here."

Port raised an eyebrow, "King is the fireball, right?"

"Yep~!"

King reappeared and sighed. "Okay… I fixed the screen again, but the filter is well and truly shot. If I try to fix it, the screen glitches. So, you'll just have to live with it… For the new people, ask around. I need a nap…" He disappeared again as the screen had a loading symbol appear.

Adam crossed his arms and grumbled. "This is ridiculous."

Sienna sighed, "Perhaps, but it is our lot for now."

Blake had a realization. If things followed as they were… A grin spread across her face. "Don't be like that. Adam might actually make an appearance in this one."

This got the megalomaniac's attention. "Really?"

"In this one, you're a general in Sienna's army."

Gira glared. He never liked Adam, but Blake was acting oddly… Kali was concerned, but not to any major degree. Yang grinned, happy that Blake was picking up a few things in their time as a team.

The screen returned to form as Jaune roared out. He swung his ax and knocked more soldiers aside.

Tai grinned, "Nice! This is like a movie or something."

Ruby tapped her chair in thought, "They do seem to follow movie-like systems…"

Blake leapt over a row of the soldiers and sliced her way through the line with her sword.

Kali's eyes lit up. "Oh~! It's like my old armor!"

Blake turned toward her mother, "You used to wear armor?"

"Back when, yes. Oh… The good old days~"

Blake tripped one of the soldiers, who fell into Jaune's chest. The larger man grabbed the soldier by his face and lifted him off the ground, slamming him into the ice. Jaune grinned and leveled his ax again, his runic tattoos glowing brighter than ever. "Hey! Blake was it?!"

Blake parried an attack and glanced toward him, "Yeah! Why?"

Jaune laughed as several of the smaller soldiers tried to force him down, but he just shrugged them off. "I make it a point to know the names of many worthy warriors!" He picked one of the soldiers up onto his shoulders before dropping the armored man onto his knee, likely snapping his spine.

Everyone suddenly had a pain in their backs seeing that.

Gira blinked in surprise. "That was quite excessive…"

Jaune laughed as another of Sienna's soldiers tried to charge him from behind. A spear head ran through the man and tossed him to the side. Gira marched forward and glared into the enemy army, causing many to flee.

Gira froze in shock. Seeing himself on screen was jarring.

As the enemy started routing, Montage walked up, laughing, and slapped Gira's back, "Look at them run! You're quite intimidating, friend."

As the foot soldiers tried to run, Adam walked through, katana at his side. He glared toward them as his soldiers started to get their spines again, seeing him march forward. Soon, he was at the front, staring down Montage and Gira, "I will give you one chance to surrender."

Montagne gestured around him at the fallen warriors, all made up of Sienna's forces, "Are the bodies not a clear indication of how this'll go down?"

Tai smirked, "I like this guy!"

Yang grinned, "Right~?!"

Adam started to draw his blade. "Then a contest of skill. Champion versus champion. You Arcs love your duels."

Montagne went into uproarious laughter. "Sounds good to me! Jaune!"

The young son of the warlord made his way between Adam and his father. He smirked and readied his ax.

Adam's eyes narrowed, adopting a stance, ready for combat.

Adam smiled, "This kid is a dead man. My stance is perfect, without an opening. He's doomed."

Gira glared toward the screen, "Unfortunately, he is correct. I don't see how your friend will get out of this."

Jaune raised his ax and let out a primal scream. His tattoos now started to glow permanently. He cracked his neck and smiled toward Adam. "Bring it on little man. Let's see what you've got!"

Adam feigned to the side a moment before landing a powerful slash into Jaune's unarmored chest. He was too fast to dodge. Too powerful to fail. His face, however, was one of shock. A small thud had him pull his eyes to the side, the upper half of his sword was sticking up out of the snow.

Adam's grin fell, and Blake's just spread further.

Gira could now see his daughter's train of thought. He couldn't help but smile. Small victories.

Adam looked back up to show Jaune glaring down at him, his tattoos no longer glowing. Jaune grinned and headbutted Adam hard enough to disorient him. Adam lurched back as Jaune knocked his feet out form under him and forced him to his knees. Jaune wrapped his arm around Adam's head and lurched upward, snapping the general's neck.

Adam rose up from his chair, "Bullshit!"

Yang snickered.

Jaune let Adam fall. The forces he brought along abruptly turned and tried to run away in a mass panic as Jaune yelled out again.

Blake blinked in shock. "What just happened?

Montagne laughed, "His tattoos are a blessing from the gods. As he fights, he starts to build up the blessing. With it, he can block one attack without consequence." Montagne turned back to Gira, eyes narrowed, "But let's get back to business. You and your champion have proven your mettle today. We'll work with you in the future. But don't think for a moment there's going to be politics with us. If you visit us again…" His glare turned to a jovial laugh, "We drink!"

A cheer from the Clan rang out over the northern snow.

Gira let out a sigh of relief. "Then a toast to the future, then?"

Montagne laughed as the screen started to fade.