Chapter 7: Balancing Act

Yang was going over the fight last night in her head. She was an adrenaline junkie, it was what she did. It had been a thing of beauty when she had nailed Adam with that high-explosive round. In fact, everyone had done well, even Weiss...

My father is using me as bait.

Yang shot upright. And promptly hit her head on the ceiling. Then she fell out of bed. "Shit!"

Blake looked up from the book she was reading. "You okay?"

"Nothing Aura won't fix, but that's beside the point." Yang said. "Blake, last night Weiss said something that all of us completely ignored that should've raised all the red flags."

Blake frowned. "What do you..." She went as pale as a sheet. "Oh..."

"Yeah." Yang said. "Besides that, did we ever stop to think why Weiss initally thought the entire White Fang was violent?"

"Atlesian propaganda." Blake said automatically.

Yang glared at her. "And?"

Unbeknownst to them, Weiss was laying in her bed, wondering how to move forward when her so-called friends kept dumpstering her and ignoring her concerns only to hear this conversation.

Blake gasped. "White Fang attacks. Adam's faction is most active in Atlas and Mantle. I didn't even... I can't even begin to fathom how many attacks there might've been on her alone. And we... I never acknowledged her trauma. I just did my holier than thou act because I was so caught up in getting to..."

"In getting to deprogram Weiss Schnee." Weiss said. "From all the Atlesian propaganda her father shoved in her head."

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop,

"Because you were so dead set on acting like you were right about everything, Blake, it made me feel like speaking up about what I've had to endure was... wrong. Like you would just dismiss it."

Blake opened her mouth to protest, but said nothing. Because Weiss was right. That was exactly how she had made her feel. "Do... you want to talk about it?"

Weiss blinked. "The attacks? Most of them were just drive-by shootings or mistimed car bombs, what's there to talk about?"

Yang was floored. The way Weiss talked about those like... they were just part of her life... it cast the advice she'd given to Ruby on how to handle her nerves in a disturbing light. Especially the but abkut never let them see you sweat. "And the one that wasn't?"

Weiss averted her eyes. "I... okay. I was touring a new Dust processing plant, and a group of White Fang attacked. They killed my security, and I had to escape through the plant. I was eleven years old."

"What the actual fuck?" Yang said under her breath. Blake was speechless.

"I only survived because... because I unlocked my Semblance." Weiss scoffed. "And when I got back to safety... my father berated me for all of the damage the White Fang did to the facility, like it was my fault."

"Does... does your father want you dead?" Yang asked incredulously.

Weiss's brow furrowed as she thought about it. "I... I don't know. I mean..." Weiss's jaw clamped shut and her lip quivered. "Whitley -my brother- was always his favorite..."

"It makes sense in a twisted way." Blake said. "Make Weiss a martyr, then crackdown on the White Fang across Remnant, no matter if they're attached to Adam or not, all while installing the child Jacques Schnee wants as heir apparent." She sat down on her bed.

"Weiss... how did you get your scar?" Yang asked.

"I... had to fight an Arma Gigas to be allowed to come to Beacon."

Even Yang was speechless. "Weiss, that's insane! Even Pyrrha would struggle with that!" Blake said.

"Welcome to the life and times of the Schnee family." Weiss said bitterly around the tears that were falling. "Where the most well-adjusted one out of all of us is my workaholic sister who ran away to join the Atlesian military. Don't get me wrong, me and Winter have a good relationship. But that is factually what she did."

"Are all of us messed up in the head? Blake asked. Then she and Weiss both looked at Yang.

Yang raised her hands. "Ok, look... you're right, but it's nowhere near as dramatic." She swallowed. "And as for Ruby, good luck getting her to tell you."

"Yang..." Blake said. "It's okay, you can tell us."

She growled. "Alright, fine! But if Ruby opens up to you, you didn't hear a word of this. Got it?" After Weiss and Blake nodded, she continued. "Right after i was born, my mother left. Raven Branwen's her name."

Blake raised an eyebrow. "The same Raven that runs Blackwing Security Solutions?"

"Yeah, that's the bitch." Yang fingered the dragon pendant she wore around her neck. "She left this pendant in my crib. Don't know why. Hell, I don't know why i keep the damn thing. Maybe I'm hoping she still cares in some way."

Blake and Weiss looked at each other, unsure of what to say. "It's beautiful." Weiss said finally.

Yang winked at her and smirked. "Just like yours truly."

"Not in a million years, Xiao Long!"

"Shouldn't we go check on Ruby?" Blake asked.

"Bad idea. Even I know better to get between her and Crescent Rose when its as beat to hell as it was last night." Yang shrugged. "Besides, she's probably fine."

Ruby whistled a tune as she installed the new shaft into Crescent Rose. It went in perfectly. Why wouldn't it? The Auto-Forger had created it to her exact specifications, after all. Who had time to actually forge and machine it herself? Not her!

She went to the test area of Beacon's weapon workshop, then she triggered the mechansim to chage Crescent Rose to scythe mode.

Then all hell broke loose.

Crescent Rose fell apart in her hands.

She fell to her knees and sifted through the pieces. "No, no... why the crap..." She soon found what had malfunctioned, which led to another. And another. And another. First the fluidic compensator had a leak, undoubtedly damage inflicted by Adam. That had led to the bolt shearing off which in turn caused the entire mechashift mechanism to shred itself to bits. Which led directly into Crescent Rose becoming the unsalvageable mess that lay before her.

"But I checked that... right?" Ruby said. "I always check the fluidic.." She picked up the remains of the fluidic compensator to find that the damage that had led to the utter catastrophe before her had not been inflicted in the fight, but had been accruing over time. If it had failed during her fight with Adam...

Ruby Rose was forced to admit she had been wrong about the damage done to Crescent Rose. And if she had been wrong about that... wrong about her baby... what else had she been wrong about?

She tamped down on her self-doubt before she could spiral. But one thing was clear. She needed a new Crescent Rose, designed from scratch. If she just remade the old version it would just break again in time. She scooped up the pieces and moved them to her workbench, then she took out her Scroll and got to work.

It took... longer than Ruby cared to admit to finally puzzle out how to make Crescent Rose work without a fluidic compensator. She had to scale the gun portion down to .308 from 50 BMG and replace the dual receiver with a new Dust jacketing system. By jacketing her bullets with Gravity Dust, she could zip around as per usual, and thanks to the jacketing system's capacity, still had room for Fire, Ice, and Lightning Dust.

Finally, she decided to add a new mode. Crescent Rose's scythe mode had been... awkward when fighting Adam, so she opted to add in a gundao mode, inspired by the weapon of one of the warriors that had been the sworn brothers of the Last King of Vale. With the removal of all of the... modifications she had made to make the original version of Crescent Rose work, there was plenty of room to work with, design-wise.

Now came the fun part.

Making it. Now, she could just feed the new blueprint into the Auto-Forge, and it would do all the work... but she had learned where cutting corners and not accepting that she might be wrong got her.

So she changed into a pair of cargo pants and tank top... and fired up the forge. As the forge heated up, and the air became wavy... she almost felt connected to the past Silver-eyed Warriors. Each one of them had stood before a forge just like her and made their weapon that they had used to defend the people of Remnant.

Then, all at once, her awareness was brought someplace else. All she could see was a silver void. Then, she saw a brillaint golden light that coalesced into Jaune. He smiled that dorky smile that she loved so much.

Then out of nowhere, the setting changed to a battlefield. Fires were raging, people were screaming and running for their lives... and there was Jaune. Right in the thick of it, risking life and limb to protect.

A massive bull-headed Grimm charged, Jaune. He barely dodged it and tried to counter, but the Grimm backhanded him and sent him flying towards a statue of-

He was impaled on the statue of his own great-grandfather.

But then, the vision rewound to the point that Jaune had dodged the Grimm's intial assault. This time he had something in his left hand, he took aim, and Ruby could clearly see a pistol.

The battlefield went away, and all Ruby could see was the pistol. On the outisde, it was completely unremarkable, almost looking like a Great War relic. On the inside... it was a masterpiece that put all other pistols to shame.

The Arc insignia shone brightly on the slide, a brilliant light to sunder the dark.

Its name was Smite.

It would join with the sword and shield that made up his curreng weapon, the Custos Legatum, together... these were Jaune Arc's Answer. So that when evil gathered and threatened all... an invincible guardian would plant his feet and say...

"No more."

And deep down, Ruby Rose knew... it was her job- no, her divine mandate to make it so.

She gasped for air as she came back to herself. She caught herself on a work bench... only to look into a mirror someone had left...

Her eyes were glowing.

Time to get to work.

It was evening by the time that Ruby finished building the new Crescent Rose and Jaune's pistol. She trudged into the dorm room to find Weiss there. "Hey, Weiss..."

Weiss looked up from her homework. "Hello, Ruby. You look..."

"Like crap?" Ruby began to climb the ladder up to her bunk bed.

Weiss nodded, but recieved no response. She assumed Ruby had fallen asleep, and returned to her homework. Some time later, Ruby finally spoke. "You were right about me, Weiss." She said. "During Initiation."

Weiss's pen froze mid-movement, then she turned and looked over at Ruby. She was staring at the ceiling. What happened in tbat wepaon workshop tbat Ruby had come to that conclusion?

"it's actually worse, I think." Ruby said. "Its not that no one ever told me no, its that i ignore anyone who tells me no."

Weiss stood and walked over to the bed. "And what are you going to do about it, Ruby Rose?"

Ruby looked over at her partner to fidn her ice blue eyes boring into her, daring her to rise to the challenge. "I'm going to stop acting like a petulant child." She said, mirroring Pyrrha's words to her from a few weeks ago. "And I am going to start acting like a Huntress and Silver-Eyed Warrior." She averted her eyes. "I should've said somethjng when everyone kept ripping into you about your... uh... you know."

"Prejudices?" Weiss prompted.

Ruby nodded, "It's just... Yang has more experience with that kind of stuff cause she's more street-saavy, you know? And she waa ganging up on you with Blake, so I thought..."

"I already had a talk with them about it. We cleared the air, and we're all good now." Weiss paused. "Is... there anything you need to tell me, Ruby?"

"What about?"

"Is there any..." Oh dear, she wasn't going to be able to be subtle about this at all, was she? "Any trauma you have that the rest of the team should know about?"

"Uh... my mom's dead." Ruby said haltingly. "It's... kind of why I wear the cloak all the time. Because mom was the woman in a cloak that saved everyone."

Weiss frowned. "Ruby, you know that's impossible."

Ruby hugged herself. "It's what everyone expects of me."

Weiss's expression softened. "That's why you feel you have to be right all the time, isn't it?"

She was answered by the sound of Ruby snoring. Weiss sighed, then pulled the covers on Ruby's bed up and over her. "If there really are gods, theyve been far too cruel to us." She whispered.

Pyrrha had made the determination that Jaune's fighting ability had improved enough to potentially allow the use of a firearm, so they were replacing their usual morning run with a trip to Beacon's gun range.

"Alright, Jaune." Pyrrha said. "What is the number one rule of gun safety?"

"Always assume its loaded." Jaune said.

"And the second?"

"Do not point it at anything you are not willing to destroy."

Pyrrha was pleasantly surprised. "And the third?"

Jaune grinned. "Keep your booger hook off the bang switch until you're ready to fire."

Pyrrha was abruptly reminded that Jaune was raised in the largest farming settlement in all of Remnant. Of course he knew basic gun safety. "Alright then, let's see how you do." She handed him a training rifle and gestured to a target downrange. "Five round grouping."

Jaune did as instructed, while Pyrrha monitored him from a console. "Your shots are pulling up and to the left, and your form is all over the place." She came up behind him, and placed her hands gently on his shoulders, causing Jaune to shiver. "Keep your shoulders squared to your target." She ran her hands down his arms, lingering on his biceps. "Relax your arms, bring the stock of the rifle back into your shoulder..."

Jaune's brain was having a meltdown. He knew Pyrrha had a thing for him. You'd have to be blind to not notice. But he never expected her to flirt with him like this! It wasn't unwanted, but... but he felt like he didn't have any business getting into any relationship-much less one with his partner- until he didn't need his team to pick up his slack.

He turned to look at Pyrrha, and realized what a mistake that was. She was... really close. Close enough that she was just about the only thing he could see. It finally struck him just how pretty Pyrrha was. She had eyelashes most women would kill for, her lips were quirked up in a smirk that showed that she knew exactly what she was doing. He could smell leather oil and cinnamon. Had she been doing armor maintenance earlier? He finally mustered the courage to speak. "P-Pyrrha, we should stay focused on training."

This was a terrible idea. Because Pyrrha turned and looked directly at him... and if he moved any closer their lips would-

"Must we?" Pyrrha whispered.

Jaune averted his eyes. "Yeah..."

He expected Pyrrha to pull away but instead she cupped his cheek and turned his head to make him look at her. "Always keep your eyes focused on your target, Jaune."

Jaune swallowed as he took in the intense gaze from Pyrrha's emerald eyes. "Y-yes ma'am." He stammered out. He... he was her target. He would have melted into a puddle if he wasn't so resolved to not be a burden on her and the rest of his team before... more of this..

Pyrrha pulled away. "Good, now try again. Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. That's why your aim is drifting up and to the left.

Jaune tried again. The grouping wasn't perfect, but it would definitely kill most Grimm that would be in his face.

"Good." Pyrrha said. "Reload and do it again."

Jaune did so.

"Again."

He would comply until Pyrrha was satisfied.

Yang sighed as she walked into the trainjng room. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a black track suit with a yellow stripe up the sides. She didn't know what was finally pushing her to do this. Maybe it was Ruby's faith in her. Maybe it was the slight judgemental look in Weiss's eyes that told her I know you can be better. Maybe it was Blake's subtle digs at her recklessness.

It was time for her to stop being just a brawler, and use the martial art she was actually taught. The Golden Dragon style.

(Music Start: Fei Long's Theme - Street Fighter 4 OST)

Yang Xiao Long took a deep breath and centered herself before dropping into the stance her father had taught her, and focused her Aura.

Let the Aura flow. Don't push it. Be shapeless and formless, like water.

Yang's eyes snapped open, and she leapt forward in a flying kick. A fiery trail followed her blow, and dissipated once her strike had concluded.

She blinked. That had never happened before. She went through a sequence of three punches, and fire accompanied those as well. The final punch was accompanied by a triumphant yell.

She was doing it! She was actually doing it! The Fangs of Flame!

She spun and faced a training dummy, then placed the tip of her pointer finger against it. She took a moment to breathe.

Remember, the flame manifests different for everyone. For me, its the one-inch punch. Listen to the pulse of your Aura, Sunny Little Dragon. Feel, don't think. Trust your instincts.

Aftwr remembering her father's words, Yang drew her fist back in a leopard paw shape, and a ball of flame coalesced in the space between her fingers. She thrust her fist forward, smashing the ball of flame into the training dummy, sending the battered piece of training equpiment flying and left a trail of flame behind it.

Yang jumped up and pumped her fist.

Then the fire sprinklers went off.

"Shit."

Jaune headed right for Beacon's library. While he had been training with Pyrrha, he had realized potentially the beat way for him to use a firearm. He could picture it now. An Ursa bearing down on him, he blocked the besr Grimm's blow with his shield, sliced off the offending arm, then pulled out a pistol and blasted the Grimm in the face.

Helpfully, all of Beacon's literature on the subject of guns was located in a labelled section. He took his time perusing the various catalogs and books, and quickly became overwhelmed. There seemed to be no end to the varieties of gun and bullet, but he could barely tell one pistol from another. He turned the corner, and ran into none other than Ruby Rose.

Ruby gasped. There was only one reason Jaune would be in this section! Pyrrha had converted him to the Way of the Gun! "Hey, Jaune!" She said cheerily. She quickly saw how he looked like a lost puppy who had just been kicked -likely by Jacques Schnee- and kept talking. "Thinking about adding a gun to your weapon?" This was going to be tricky. She had to judge him towards the gun she'd already made for him...

Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Well, not to my weappn. But for my off-hand, yeah." He quickly explained what he wanted.

Okay, maybe it eas going to be very easy. "No wonder you couldn't make heads or tails of anything. You want something that barely exists outside of Atlas these days. Not some crazy combo weapon..." She patted Crescent Rose.

"Just a solid, dependable gun." Jaune finished.

In a fit of playfulness, Ruby winked at him. Yes, she was emulating Yang. It wasn't like she knew how to flirt! "A solid, dependable gun for a solid, dependable guy."

Jaune blushed. Wait. Ruby liked him too? "Uh... yeah."

Ruby's smile brightened. "Well, um..." She fidgeted with her hood. "While I was making the new version of Crescent Rose, I had some downtime, and I... maaaay have already made exactly what you need before you even knew you needed it."

Jaune blinked. "Really?"

Ruby grabbed his hand amd dragged him to her team's dorm room using her Semblance. As soon as he regained his bearings, she thrust a case into his arms. "Here!" Her smile caused Jaune's heart to skip a beat.

He opened the case to find a pistol deisgned to look like one of the pistols that Valean officers had carried in the Great War. Given that Ruby was behind the construction, he assumed the internals would be state of the art. He smiled when he saw the Arc insignia on the slide towards the rear of the gun. "Ruby, this is incredible. You're incredible."

It was Ruby's turn to blush. "Jaune, I-"

She was interrupted by Jaune's scroll going off, he pulled it out and looked at it. He went pale. His team had been called to Ozpin's office? "Gotta go, Ruby. Ozpin wants a word."

Ruby grabbed his arm. "Wait."

Jaune blushed, "What is it?" Ruby's eyes were boring into him in a way that was almost... hypnotic.

"Its name is Smite. It, along with your other weapons, are the Answer you must bring to bear against the Enemy."

This was weird, especially for Ruby. Jaune decided to file this under Silver Eyes Stuff and not question her. "I will. Arc's promise."

Weiss Schnee was ereading a letter from her brother over lunch. As per Ruby's insistence, she was eating a cheeseburger. Despite being incredibly fattening -which only meant more time working on ohysical conditioning, which could only help her in the long run- it was also incredibly tasty.

Whitley's letter on the other hand was an engima. For one, it had been handwritten and he claimed that he had Klein smuggle it out of Schnee Manor. That implied that he didn't want their father to know he was in contact with her.

Blake leaned over. "I didn't think Schnees were the type to handwrite letters."

The corner of Weiss's mouth quirked up in a smile. "We are when we don't want father to know about them."

Blake gasped theatrically and pressed her hand to her chest in an approximation of stereotypical Atlesian disgust. "For shame, Miss Schnee..."

Weiss rolled her eyes and contiued to read. If what she was reading could be taken at face value, then Whitley was in the middle of a slow, careful process of gathering allies and resources within the SDC to eventually usurp the company from their father. And he simply needed her to keep Jacques Schnee's attention off pf him.

At that moment, the most inconvenient coincidence in all of Remnant happened. Weiss's scroll rang.

It was her father.

"Ugh. Blake, shoot me."

"No. I'm not Adam."

Weiss giggled, allowing herself a moment of levity before she had to deal with her father. Then she carefully assumed an expression of dignity and poise before she answered. "Hello, father. How are you today?"

"As well as could be expected. I saw a news report that caught my eye. Team RWBY saves emergency SDC shipment from falling into White Fang hands." Jacques leaned forward. "I find one member of your team... interesting."

Weiss paled. She needed to deflect his attention, now. "Well, Ruby is a Silver-Eyed Warrior..."

Jacques was undeterred. "Blake Belladonna." He narrowed his eyes, "I can only assume she's been filling your head with-"

"Father, don't even start! You used me as bait for Adam Taurus!"

Jacques barely reacted. "So? You're training to be a Huntress, are you not?"

Weiss's temper flared, "I could have died! And if Adam had captured me, I don't think i need to speculate on what he would have done to me!"

"You survived, as i knew you would." Jacques said coldly. "Don't forget that you carry a heavy responsibility, Weiss." Without so much as another word, he terminated the call.

Blake picked at her fish filet, "Weiss... if i had known your dad was that much of an asshole..." She immediately pulled out her Scroll and called her parents.

After the second ring, Kali Belladonna answered, and Ghira Belladonna leaned over so he was in thr frame. "Blake! Its about time you give us a call!" Kali said. "I mean, Sienna was letting us know you were fine, but-"

"How soon can you make it to Vale?" Blake asked.

"We're actually on the way there now. We wanted to surprise you." Ghira said.

Blake smiled. "Good, because my teammates need a healthy dose of parental love, yesterday."

Ozpin took a sip from his hot chocolate as he regarded the members of team JNPR. Ren and Nora were the same as they ever were, as was Pyrrha, Jaune looked as if he had been trainjng for years, just like his peers. "Miss Nikos, by your estimation, is Mister Arc up to speed?"

Pyrrha nodded. "Yes, Professor. I would be proud to stand beside him in battle, and would trust him to have my back, just as i have his."

Ozpin nodded. "Well, then. The four of you have been requested for a mission. The defense turret grid on the perimeter of the agricultural district of Vale is in dire need of repair." He activated a holographic map. "Naturally, you will not be expected to guard the whole perimeter. Other Hunters and private security contractors will handle the other sections. However, your section has the highest predicted Grimm presence."

Jaune drew a sharp breath in. This would mean... "Did my father request us for this mission?"

Ozpin nodded. "Yes, Mister Arc. Your father expressed interest in seeing proof of your development."

"Alright, when do we leave?"

Ozpin smiled. "Immediately. You will have a chance to rearm and resupply upon reaching Homestead."

Ren frowned. "Homestead?"

Jaune provided the explanation. "It was originally a stronghold built as a defensible location for Vale's farmers to flee to in the case of a catastrophic Grimm attack. Over time, people built homes around the stronghold and businesses followed. Now, its the second largest settlement in Vale."

Pyrrha frowned. "And your father?"

"My father, Reign-Beau Arc is the Captain of the Watch. He's more or less the de facto leader of Homestead, and is afforded a seat on Vale's Council because of it."

Ren was curious. "Was he elected? Or is there some other method of selection?"

"Merit alone." Jaune said. "Back when Mountain Glenn fell, the Grimm here went berserk. Dad rallied the farmers and other civilians to not only push back the Grimm, but send the airships that were needed for the final evac from Mountain Glenn. Afterwards, he was named Captain of the Watch."

Pyrrha looked over at Jaune, and saw his shoulders sag, even as he kept his expression neutral. She knew that look. It was the look of someone who was bearing the weight of expectation.

Professor Ozpin placed a hand on the book on his desk. "Before you leave, Mister Arc, i would like you to humor me for a brief moment. What is your favorite fairy tale?"

"Sir?"

"Fairy tales. Myths, legends, anything of the sort."

"Can we answer too?" Nora asked,

Ozpin chuckled. "If you must, Miss Valkyrie." He pushed his glasses up his nose. "But I suspect your last name holds your answer."

"Boo! You suck!"

"I mean, there's a couple." Jaune said. "Mom loves the Four Maidens. But me... its got to be the Rusted Knight." He laughed. "I mean, look at how I'm dressed!" He gestured to his armor.

"And if you had to pick another?" Ozpin prodded.

"Two-way tie between the Infinite Man and the Warrior in the Woods."

"I see." Ozpin stood. "You are dismissed. A Bullhead is waiting at the airfield to take you to Homestead."

After team JNPR left, Ozpin opened the Fatum Commentarius. He turned a page, hoping to discern Jaune's fate.

Oddly, it seemed... muddled. One line said that he would be the next host of the gestalt consciousness rattling around in his head, only to change as he read the line. But one thing was constant. Perhaps... the most impossible possibility.

Jaune Arc was the Rusted Knight.

A/N: Someone pointed out to me that I wasn't giving Weiss a chance to air her traumas, and that in the moment everyone else ignored how Weiss had casual said her father was using her as bait for the White Fang, so I fixed that.

Alright, Lancaster fans. If you've read MahinaFable's Reign of Steel, you'll be familiar with the concept of Ruby's visions and Answers. (If you haven't read it, you should absolutely read it. Not only does it have wonderful Lancaster content, but it also tells a story of a Jaune that idolizes his father, but then has the rug pulled out from under him and is forced to realize fhat the hero he idolized isn't the actual man.)

Also, its an Armored Core crossover. RWBY plus big stompy robots. What could be better?

Ahem. Back on track now. Long story short, occasionally Ruby will recieve visions of weapons that need to be made and delivered to their wielders. Its part of the Silver Eyes. Its only manifesting in Ruby for the first time because she already has the know how to make it so.

As for Jaune, the way he'll use his gun is inspired by the Gun Strike mechanic in Warhammer 40K Space Marine 2. He parties or blocks, then shoots the target in the face.

Yes, Yang is going to be punching and kicking fire. Basically, the Golden Dragon style is like Ren's Ardent Lotus style in how its focused around Aura manipulation. Golden Dragon ie externally focused, while Ardent Lotus is internally focused.

To put this into Naruto terms, Yang is Rock Lee, and Ren is Neiji.

Pyrrha is thirsty. That is all.

Jacques Schnee, how the RWBY fandom loves to hate you. Now, i despise how one-dimensional he is. Jacques here focuses solely on end result. The Goal. And he doesnt give a damn about who he has to step on to get there.

Yep, Papa and Mama Belladonna are coming to visit. Why? Because i say so.

Aaaand Ozpin. He's already planning on dragging both RWBY and JNPR into his nonsense.

Until next time