Chapter 47 – The Many Friends of Weiss Schnee

In which Weiss Schnee draws upon multiple sources of support.

It would be easy. As easy as picking up a scroll, calling Father, and telling him that she didn't want to play his games anymore.

So easy, right? Except Yang was supposed to win the tournament for Team RWBY. I only took her spot because she didn't feel comfortable with cheating. If I decide I want to win and don't cheat, I'm screwing her like a lightbulb.

And what of Menagerie? They just lose their only chance? Adam ages out by the time the next tournament comes around, and there's no one like him. There could be no one like him for the next century!

No, it wouldn't be easy. In a somehow paradoxical twist of fate, cheating now sounded like the ethical course of action, while fighting fair and square sounded like glory-seeking selfishness. Weiss' world had flipped on its head when Father had made that call, and now it was inverted on its axis, leaving it entirely unrecognizable.

These were the thoughts tumbling around Weiss' head as she watched the remaining rounds of the low-level singles bracket. She would be up against Penny for the semi-finals and almost assuredly Adam for the finals so the outcomes of these fights didn't particularly matter to her, but she forced herself to watch, if only to be meaningfully invested in watching this as a social activity with the team.

Cinder Fall and Gillian Asturias were relatively evenly matched. The former had a far greater mastery of close combat, but the latter seemed to have some powerful semblance that allowed her to not only lower Cinder's aura but recover her own in the process. The fight was a relatively standard one, with no high-flying action like Weiss' or instant knock-outs like Penny's. The two of them exchanged blows, with Gillian's aura fluctuating up and down as they did.

At some point during the fight, Cinder seemed to realize that aura depletion wasn't going to work when the enemy could liberally siphon her own away and decided that a ring-out was more likely. She began pushing her enemy in the direction of the edge, gradually wearing away at her defenses and claiming ground. Gillian was claiming more and more of Cinder's aura, clearly hoping for the grand old red before they reached the edge, but it didn't work. The two older huntresses reached the ledge when Cinder was at 30% and Gillian was at 55%.

To her credit, Gillian tried her best to change tactics and keep herself in for as long as she could, but Cinder was just better than her, plain and simple. The Vacuoan huntress tumbled off the edge and into the force fields that caught her at nearly twice the aura of her opponent.

The next fight was Adam's, with his opponent being Yatsuhashi of Team CVFY. Weiss didn't know much about that team other than the fact that the rabbit Faunus who claimed the V was romantically involved with Cardin Winchester of her own year, and she knew absolutely nothing about Yatsuhashi.

But it's not like I need to.

Despite being a wall of pure muscle and probably twice the body mass of the Faunus, Yatsuhashi wasn't even able to come close to him. He did have to break out Wilt and block several blows, but it was clear to Weiss and anyone who knew Adam that he was charging himself up. Every hit that landed against the Dust-infused sword was one that was allowed to land.

Never mind about the winning, then. I'd never be able to beat that.

Moonslice, when it launched, both sent Yatsuhashi flying out of the ring and also tore up the stadium so much that it became unusable. Weiss had to wonder if the organizers of the tournament had Adam fighting last for that particular purpose, knowing his semblance from when he put it down on the entry forms.

The audience was amazed by the destructive power of the Faunus athlete and went absolutely apeshit crazy when he won. They may not have cared much for the politics of a Faunus from Menagerie representing his home kingdom, but they certainly loved the man behind the sword who put on a show for them. Adam certainly ate up the glory, holding up Wilt above his head and waving his arms. Weiss even saw him put a playful hand to his ear at one point when the applause wasn't loud enough (an error that the fans quickly rectified).

Such a douche. But this is the power of sports. It may not seem like much, but he's turning the entire world to his favor just by impressing them with his physical prowess. To the average everyhuman who can't really relate with the Faunus, he probably does more to convince them to support Menagerie than a million protests.

The order of the semifinals, to be held tomorrow when the competitors were up to full strength and rested, were finally decided: Weiss would be facing Penny, and Adam would be beating Cinder.

Weiss' scroll had blown up from messages of congratulation by the time she'd gotten back to her dormitory room. Everyone who remotely knew her was informing her of how proud they were that she had done the White Fang and SDC proud – Father, the Belladonnas, Sienna, Klein, Yuma and Trifa. There were even missed calls from Mother.

I ought to respond.

The one person who was missing was Winter. Weiss did her best not to think about it (she'd taken particular care to not distract herself with the secret message Winter had delivered, lest it interfere with her fight), but curiosity still burned within her.

"Hey, uh, Ruby."

"Yeah, Weiss? You can have the bathroom first if you need to shower. I'll just brush my teeth afterwards."

Weiss cleared her throat. "It's not that. Have you, um, made any progress regarding…the Exfoliator film? The one my sister gave me tickets to?"

Ruby nodded. "Exterminator, and I have, Weiss, but I think I shouldn't tell you until I'm sure. I have…a bit more research to do."

"I see. Yes, no, that's probably good, because I have to call my family…and…and my butler. You just handle it."

Ruby nodded. "I'll brush my teeth first if you aren't using the bathroom, then."

It was probably 10pm by this point, meaning that Mother was past midnight back in Atlas, but Weiss saw that the most recent attempted scroll call from her was timestamped from only thirty minutes ago. Mother had said to call whenever, so Weiss decided to exercise that right.

Of course, she messaged first, just to be polite.

Weiss: Are you still awake, Mother?

The scroll began to ring within five seconds.

"Mother?" Weiss said, stepping outside so as to not wake her soon-to-be-sleeping teammates.

"Weiss! Oh, I'm so proud of you!" Willow sounded tickled pink. "I watched your fight, and it was amazing! I had no idea your flying was so…so beautiful!"

Weiss felt her heart flutter. Was this what having supportive parents was like?

"I'm glad you liked it, Mother."

"Oh, wouldn't it be just wondrous if you won?" Mother crowed. "No pressure, of course, but…well, geheeeheee, good luck!"

Of course. The universe can't give me one day off from the gaslighting and mixed messages.

"I'll try my best, mother," Weiss promised. She decided to change the conversation. "Did you participate in the Vytal Festival Tournament when you were a huntress-in-training in an academy?"

Mother shook her head. "My team didn't make the cut, and we knew it wasn't for us. At the time, I was more concerned with the young gull Faunus third-year I had eyes for. Such a handsome young man, that one was."

Weiss nearly dropped her scroll.

"Kidding," Willow said, seeing her daughter's pale face grow even paler. Her smile faded rather rapidly. "S-Sorry, Weiss. I thought that if I…I-I didn't mean to –"

A snicker escaped Weiss' lips.

"…are we…" Willow looked at Weiss with concern. "Are you…?"

Weiss nodded. "It's fine. It was actually rather funny."

Mother spent a little while speaking with Weiss, recalling some minor adventures from her own days as a huntress. Apparently, her first Grimm kill in school had also been a Boarbatusk, as if the entire species was somehow fated to be the prey of the Schnees. She'd also supposedly studied under the professor who discovered Sphinxes, used a Summoned Grimm to falsify an attack on the academy and get it evacuated all so she could get drunk in an empty classroom, and even gone on a joint mission with Headmaster Ozpin before he was the headmaster…assuming this was all to be believed. Weiss wasn't entirely sure if her mother was just pulling her leg, but she hardly cared.

This is wonderful. Just speaking to her, sharing our histories like this…

Eventually Weiss' own scroll told her that it was midnight, the alarm that she'd set to ensure she stuck to a healthy sleep schedule going off, which meant that it was into the wee hours of the morning back in Atlas.

"I can still talk," Mother said, yawning.

"You should get some sleep. I should get some sleep."

"Shall we pick up tomorrow?"

"Mother, it is tomorrow. Maybe…sometime the day after my match with Team PENY? That way it will be daylight for both of us."

Willow nodded heartily. "Excellent, excellent. I'll – oh! Um…uh, I, er, I almost forgot to ask. Is…I heard your sister is with you in Vale. I-Is she?"

Weiss nodded. "She is. Winter and I have met on occasion. Things are…strained."

"If you do see her, would you let her know that I'd like it very much if she called me too? It's not that you aren't enough, Weiss, I just –"

Weiss smiled. The more family they both had who they could rely on, the better. "I understand completely. I'll pass along the message."

And unlike Winter, I won't pass it along through some escape-room cryptogram.

When the next morning came eight hours later (Weiss afforded herself an extra few hour of sleep to ensure she was at her best and make up for what she lost), she immediately donned suitable vestments for leaving the dorm and then went for her scroll again.

"You guuud?" Ruby asked groggily from her bunk across the room.

"I just have some calls to make," Weiss said. "I'll stay outside."

Ruby just flopped back into bed.

It was good to know that Mother was doing well and watching the tournament, but Mother wasn't the only person in Atlas who mattered, and Weiss wasn't talking about Father. It was Klein who she called next.

As a butler working at the manner, he was technically beholden to answer all of her calls, so Weiss made sure to give him the call when he was on the clock so that the overworked man could get a bit of a break.

"Young Miss!" Klein's mustached bristled in the way it did whenever he smiled, and Weiss was pleased to know he was happy to see her. "How are you? Has Vale been a pleasant experience?"

Weiss answered affirmatively, and they shared the usual pleasantries that Weiss was so familiar with after going through them with her mother and sister before. Once they were done greeting one another, Weiss approached the bulk of the matter (after taking care to step outside of her dormitory building just in case).

"I was hoping to ask you for advice. You remember Blake?"

Klein nestled his chin into one hand and tapped his finger to his cheek. "Blake…Blake…hmmm, doesn't quite ring a bell."

He knew. There was no way he couldn't, having seen Blake on a daily basis for multiple years at times. He was just playing games with Weiss, the same kind they'd always done throughout her childhood. Klein had been as much a nanny for Weiss as he'd been a butler for Jacques.

"Well…we're together."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Klein's rosy cheeks stretched out into a wide smile, and his mustache practically danced. "It makes an old man ecstatic to hear it!"

"And I need your advice."

Klein suddenly grew more serious now that a true opportunity to aid his employer's daughter had arisen. "Ask me anything. I am at your command, my lady Schnee."

"I just want to know…when is the right time to…ask."

Klein's brown furrowed as he waited for Weiss to go on, only to realize she'd stopped.

"To…ask?"

Weiss nodded. "To ask."

Klein looked down for a second. "To ask? To…ask…to ask! Oh, dear me!"

"Yes," Weiss said, her eyes suddenly joining Klein's in looking down. "To ask Blake that."

"Well, I think that it might be something unique to each relationship, Miss Schnee. There's no set deadline. You are, eh, rather young to be considering such things, are you not?"

"I know," Weiss said. "I'm only seventeen, and Blake and I have been together for less than a full year. Less than a full school year, at that. But we've been the best of friends for so long, and I feel like we know one another better than many couples who've dated for years do."

"I wish I could tell you how I was married, but I'm afraid I was the one who was asked," Klein admitted forlornly. "My only anecdote is knowing I'm sure I wanted to say yes."

"The problem is that I feel like I'd be happy marrying Blake today, but I know it's too soon. When does that change?" Weiss asked desperately. "When we turn 18 and can legally get married? When we graduate? Or should I wait for her to ask?"

Klein considered this for a moment. Weiss patiently waited, knowing that the elderly man would give the best advice only if he was provided sufficient time to think it over.

"I suppose I shall ask you this: are you happy with your relationship with young Miss Belladonna?"

Weiss nodded vigorously.

"Do you truly believe marriage would be the missing piece that makes you – both of you – happier?"

Weiss thought it over.

She was happy with Blake right now, or perhaps she was content with Blake, but if they were wed…would anything really change? Would they suddenly be more at ease with one another? Would they understand one another better?

"It almost sounds like we should never get married," Weiss said.

"I didn't say that," Klein pointed out. "My husband and I are happily wed, but many other couples can and have led fulfilled lives without a ceremony and a certificate to make them complete. I think that the ideal time to be married is when you believe that you are unhappy because you two remain unmarried. Until then, treasure Blake, treat her like the world, expect the same courtesy from her, and you shall be in the clear."

Weiss felt like she could melt from warmth. "Thank you so much, Klein. You always give me the best advice."

"Advice?"

Weiss pivoted around on one foot to see Blake step out from the dormitory building, slowly shutting the door behind her.

"Blake!" Weiss screamed, nearly tripping over herself in her desperation to stuff her scroll into her combat skirt's pocket.

"That's my name." Blake glanced at Weiss' scroll. "Is that Klein?"

"Good morning, Miss Belladonna!" he called.

"Klein!" Weiss hissed, only to realize that while there was nothing inherently wrong with morning calls to one's former butler and current close friend, it was probably incredibly suspicious to be acting guilty about it.

"What're you two up to?" Blake asked innocently.

"Klein was just…u-uh…"

"I was advising Miss Schnee," Klein said evenly. After many years of being a butler for a high-profile family, he'd gotten good at masking his emotions.

Weiss, however, hadn't. "Yeah! He was that! Doing that!"

"Advising you? On what?"

There were a million things Weiss could have said – finances, spearfishing, laundry, collecting rare coins – which made the one Weiss chose all the more stupid.

"Witchcraft!"

"Weiss, I was in on that bullshit excuse. Try again."

Klein cleared his throat, coughing into his balled-up fist. "Forgive me, Miss Belladonna, but Miss Schnee and I were having a personal conversation. As much as I wish to share with you, Miss Schnee is entitled to her privacy…as am I. I'm going to have to request you don't press your teammate for the details."

"Fair enough. Weiss, I came out here to tell you Ruby needs you for something. It was nice to hear from you, Klein."

"Always a pleasure, Young Misses." Klein took a bow on camera, then ended the call.

"I…I can explain," Weiss said.

"It's fine. Kinda cute, even." Blake leaned forward. "May I?"

Weiss nodded, and Blake gave her a kiss.

"B-Blake," Weiss breathed.

Blake leaned in close, but before she could plant another kiss on Weiss' lips, she stopped. "Best not keep Ruby waiting. She was almost as squirrelly as you. Imma go get some breakfast. Catch you later, chicken wings."

When Weiss returned to the room, Ruby was pacing back and forward so furiously that Weiss worried she might light a fire along the path in which she stepped and risk burning down their room.

"Blake said you wanted to see me?"

Ruby bit her finger, not even looking at Weiss as she nodded and kept pacing.

"Are you okay?"

"I finished my research."

Weiss didn't comprehend what she was getting at for a moment, until their conversation from last night started to come back to her.

"About Winter? You've figured it out?"

Ruby just nodded again, for so long it made Weiss a little uncomfortable.

"That's good, Ruby."

Now it was Ruby's head's turn to shake. "No. I mean, yes, but we've got two problems."

"Like Blake, I'm all ears."

Ruby didn't giggle at Weiss' little joke, which only made her even more concerned.

"The first problem is that I'm right. I'm sure I am. And that's also the second problem."

"Right about what?" Weiss asked. "Ruby, I just don't know what you're getting at.

"I'm right, but no matter how I explain it, you won't believe me. You'll think it's plain old Ruby being the stupid, impressionable kiddie who hasn't grown up and refuses to live in the real world."

"Ruby, I don't think you're –"

"You will," Ruby said uncharacteristically stoically. "When I tell you, you will."

"O…kay? And the second problem?"

"The second problem is that Winter's message, which I've deciphered, is that you're screwed. It's about Penny. I don't think you're going to be able to beat her."

"She does seem pretty tough," Weiss admitted.

Ruby stopped pacing and turned to stare directly at Weiss. "She's not a human, Weiss."

"She's a Faunus?"

Ruby shook her head.

"A…A Grimm?"

Ruby sighed deeply. "I knew you weren't going to believe me."

Weiss tried not to look too doubtful. "A-Are you saying she's a Grimm?"

Ruby's head shook no. "I'm saying she's a robot."

"A robot?" Weiss asked incredulously.

Ruby pointed at her. "See? There it is. Ohhhh, stupid little Ruby, watched too many sci-fi movies before bed and now she's got cyborgs on the brain. But I'm not wrong about this, Weiss. There's evidence!"

As much as she wanted to dismiss this inane proclamation of Ruby's out of hand, Weiss felt like she owed it to her young partner to at least hear her and her 'evidence' out, especially since she'd assigned this to her. It also felt like doing so would crush Ruby's confidence, and Weiss could afford to humor Ruby if it would avoid that.

"Convince me," Weiss said in her most dignified tone. "I'll hear you out. I owe you that."

"Okay. Come over here." Ruby led Weiss to her school desk, which had a messy flurry of papers strewn about, but none of them were homework. "Winter gave you tickets to a movie about robots taking over the world, and she was almost acting like a robot herself at the time given how awkward it was, so I thought 'What if she's trying to tell you something but she can't?' This is Winter Schnee, leader of the Specialist peoples. She belongs to Atlas, but she's trying to be a better sister to you. She can't leak anything classified, but if she just invited you to a movie, nothing would be risked."

Weiss hadn't considered that. Setting aside the robot nonsense, if Winter was trying to leave Weiss a subtle tip about her opponent, that would be a suitable way to do it. There was nothing illegal about it, just two sisters going to the movies. Normal children like Ruby and Yang might do that, so no one would see anything untoward about the action itself other that Weiss herself, who clearly knew that Winter had zero interest in watching Exterminator movies alongside Weiss.

"I'm following."

"I don't remember exactly how I got it into my head that Penny is a robot, but when I looked into her, it would explain everything. I pulled up her academic file – all public information, mind you – and it says her that she's the daughter of Pietro Polendina, a semi-famous inventor who works for the military. I followed the trail, and there's no record of any marriage certificates for one Pietro Polendina, nor any news about him adopting."

Weiss looked out at the work Ruby had set in front of her and rifled through a few of the papers. Experience with Torchwick had taught Weiss to always read the proof over, and this was all legit.

"You really put a lot of effort into this," Weiss said.

Ruby nodded. "I know it sounds crazy, and I started it first as halfway between a joke and a game to show myself I was wrong about it, but I just couldn't disprove it."

"Ruby, her father being unwed isn't proof."

"But there's more." She flipped through the haphazardly ordered pile of papers until she found the one she wanted. "The school file itself – Penny had no record of going to a primary combat school."

"Neither do a lot of apprentices, Ruby. It's a common practice in the academies."

"In Beacon, Mistral, and especially Vacuo, yes, but never in Atlas! Never ever!" Ruby slashed with both hands for effect. "They don't do apprenticeships, even though it's not illegal."

Weiss wanted to refute it, but she couldn't even really picture Atlas Academy letting in a cadet who didn't check all of their perfect boxes for their perfect school. She took the paper Ruby was holding out and started to look over it.

"There's more," Ruby went on excitedly now that Weiss wasn't refuting it. "That sweater she always wears? And the laser-shooting swords that come from her belt? They don't come from the belt, Weiss! They snake out from under the belt, and the strings go back into her sweater! And when I watched the footage of her fighting, I saw her back convulsing a half-second before the folded swords came from her belt. I think the swords come from her. From in her."

Weiss set down the student file. While there was nothing on it that convinced Weiss that Penny was a synthetic being, there were discrepancies. A lot of discrepancies.

And Atlas allowing discrepancies is a discrepancy in and of itself. They don't tolerate nonconformity. Neon was a Faunus, and she had her tail tied around her waist so that it didn't conflict with her armor. Penny does wear that sweater…

"The video," Weiss asked. "Show me."

A half-hour later, Weiss was somehow convinced.

There was no definitive proof – all of the evidence was circumstantial and could be explained away – but this wasn't a court. The fact that so many oddities regarding a single huntress had to be explained away was just too much to ignore.

I recall the way she just stared at me without speaking. Her matches end with the enemies at exactly 1% aura, down to the hundredth of a percent. Atlas is at the forefront of robotics, leading the world into a modern age with their drones, which are rapidly approaching bipedal, hominid shapes. Is it possible they truly tried to slip one into a tournament?

Ironwood would. He had been so intent on destroying Weiss that it wasn't impossible to believe that he would okay sending a machine into the tournament so that his home kingdom could finally put the rebellious Schnee clan in their place, and also hopefully stop those insidious Menagerian terrorists from advancing their malicious goals any further.

"One question," Weiss said to Ruby once all of the evidence was laid out before her. "Knowing what we now do…how should we use this information?"

"I…" Ruby shivered a little. "I don't really know. I only just finished proving it this morning, before I sent Blake to getcha. Weiss, she's –"

"I know. I believe you, Ruby. But knowing what Penny is doesn't exactly help me beat her."

"Can you get her disqualified?" Yang asked.

"Y-Yang? Where did you come from?"

Yang kicked out from her bunk and joined them in the center of the room. "I was here the whole time texting. You two were just so focused on your own shit that you didn't notice me. But as I was saying – she's a robot. That's gotta be against the rules. Have her fired. The judges'll fry that bitch's circuits."

"How do we prove it?" Weiss asked. "It's not as though I can just ask for a blood sample before our fight starts. If the only thing identifying her as a robot is the circuits that are inside of her instead of organs, they'll all be safely protected by the aura she somehow has."

"Well, there is one upside," Ruby said.

Both of the other girls looked at her expectantly, Weiss the more eager of the two.

"If she's a robot, you can cheat out the wazoo."

"I won't cheat," Weiss resolutely declared. "Except for Adam. I won't cheat to unfairly rob another more deserving hunter of their victory."

"Not like that. I mean, she's a robot, right? So if you do something that affects only robots, it's allowed. Could you EMP Penny and just shut her down for an instant win?"

"Do we have an EMP generator?" Weiss asked.

"Your dad could buy one."

"It doesn't matter. I couldn't bring it into the ring with me," Weiss lamented. "And I think it's safe to assume that Penny won't be short-circuited by Lighting Dust. They'll have prepared for that if they sent her up against hunters."

"You could bring a virus," Ruby offered. "There aren't any rules against bringing computer viruses into the ring, are there? Why would there be, when robots aren't supposed to compete?"

"Penny doesn't have any visible ports for me to plug it into. Plus, computer viruses are rarely ever as simple as plug and play."

"But you do see what I'm getting at, with the cheating by not cheating?" Ruby begged.

Yang snorted. "You've corrupted my once honest sister, Weiss. Gods have mercy on us all."

Blake came back after breakfast and joined them in their strategizing session after the brief moment it took to convince her of Penny's non-humanity.

"Any tricks on how to stop rampaging robots in those sci-fi novels of yours?" Yang joked.

"Actually, yes." Blake set down the printed pages of Ruby's research. "There are a lot of ways. For one thing, modern computers and magnets don't mix."

"Magnets are allowed," Ruby said cheerily. "Bring a magnet."

"It'd need to be a super magnet," Weiss pointed out. "Man, Pyrrha could have really shitmixed Penny if she'd progressed."

"We'll add magnets to the list," Yang said. "Next idea, Belladonna?"

"Feedback loops. If she's a programmed being, you might be able to get her code to loop back around to a prior portion of itself, at which point she'll be forever stuck in that one circular logic cycle."

"I might," Weiss said. "But I have no idea how."

"It sounds about as effective as trying to stump a human or Faunus opponent by baffling them with a paradox." Yang made a chopping motion over her neck. "Got anything else?"

"Cooling systems," Blake said. She bit her lip at this one. "Almost every supercomputer generates so much waste heat it needs a cooling system that's comparable in size to it. If you can interrupt her liquid coolant or her fan, she overheats."

"Ooh, I like that one," Yang said. "Light her on fire with Fire Dust?"

Weiss nodded. "Add it to the list after magnets. These aren't perfect ideas or anything, but once we've got enough of them, we can polish the best and make a gameplan for me."

"This is fun," Ruby said, looking around the room. "I'm having fun."

Weiss moved over to her and held a hand above her head. "May I?"

Ruby nodded, and Weiss tussled her hair playfully. Ruby giggled gleefully.

"Hey! Unsatisfied girlfriend over here!" Blake pointed to her own scalp. "Watch the ears."

Weiss' other hand began to pet her girlfriend on the head.

"Yang, you want in on the party?" Weiss asked.

Yang smirked. "Sure, but I don't see a third hand."

Weiss' wing extended over and began to gently stroke the blonde by her blondeness.

"Damn, should seen that coming." Yang folded her arms in mock anger. "Fuckin' Faunus, fuckin' OP bitches…"

And it was in that moment, with Weiss petting all three of her teammates by their hair, that Ghira Belladonna opened the door and entered the room unannounced.

"Um." His eyes lowered to meet his daughters, then drifted over to Weiss. "Just, uh. Wanted to do a surprise visit. C-Congratulate you on the win, chicken wings. The win, from yesterday, against petting – against Pyrrha! Pyrrha!"

Weiss' hands and wings immediately pulled back to herself. "It isn't what I look like."

Ghira just swallowed. "A-As long as you're all happy with each other, I'm happy. Uh. I won't tell Jacques."

"Ghira! It's not that!"

"Dad, we weren't…we were just…all we were doing was…um, uh…you've got it all wrong!"

Ghira awkwardly slammed the door behind him as he ran away.

Next Chapter: Fried Chicken

In which Weiss Schnee discovers that Pyrrha Nikos wasn't the final dragon guarding the treasure in the Vytal Tournament.