Hey guys, RoseSaiyan2 here again. Sorry if I haven't updated in a couple weeks, been working on some other stories. But I'm back to this one! Last chapter left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, so I figured with this chapter we will officially come to the end of volume two of the Rwby story! I'm thinking the beginning of volume 3 will be when our first DBZ villain will make their appearance. I may leave a poll to see who you guys think should be the big test for our saiyan characters down the road.
Here are the ones I was thinking of possibly adding into the story:
Cooler
Cell
Majin Buu
Xicor (DBAF)
Mira (fused) (DBXV)
Zamasu (fused form)
Moro? (DBS)
Give me your thoughts on it, I'm curious to see who you guys pick.
Disclaimer: I don't own, Dbz/kai/dbs or Rwby and their characters. Those belong to Akira Toriyama/Toei Animation and Rooster Teeth/Monty Oum respectively. I only own the oc's and have permission to use Daikon and Tarro from ComparedDreadx.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Breach: Protecting Vale!
Part I - The Call Goes Out
Location: Beacon Academy | Early Morning
The knock at team JNPR's door had the specific quality of knocks that contain urgency - not panicked, not careless, but the deliberate rhythm of someone who has already done their thinking and is now moving.
Jaune looked at Pyrrha.
She nodded.
He opened the door.
Scarlett Reinhardt stood in the corridor with Daikon and Aiko flanking her, all three of them in gear and carrying the particular expression of people who have assessed a situation and arrived at the same conclusion about it.
"Scarlett? What's going on?" Jaune asked.
"No time for the full version," she said. "Short version: there's a breach at the edge of Vale, grimm are coming through in numbers, and we need every able-bodied huntsman-in-training in this city moving in the next three minutes." She looked past him at the room. "Grab your weapons. All of you. We explain on the way."
The four members of JNPR exchanged a look.
They grabbed their weapons.
In the corridor, Nora was vibrating with a very specific kind of energy - not the chaos-variety she usually brought to unexpected situations, but the focused, compressed energy of someone who has identified that this is a serious situation and is directing herself accordingly. Ren was already moving.
Pyrrha fell into step beside Scarlett.
"How bad?" she asked.
"Train came through the tunnel wall into central Vale," Scarlett said. "The breach opened the grimm population in the Mountain Glenn cavern system. They're pouring through."
"How many?"
Scarlett looked at her. "Enough."
Rhubar and Sala were already moving when the group met them in the lower corridor - the two of them carrying the unhurried precision of people who had made peace with going toward danger rather than away from it several lifetimes of experience ago.
"Three Huntresses are already coordinating the civilian evacuation in the western quarter," Rhubar said, as they moved. "We'll push through the central pavilion first and work outward from there."
"Nova's team is already engaged?" Pyrrha asked.
"Nova, Turuk, and team RWBY have been in the field since the breach," Sala said. Her voice was even, which required more of her than it showed.
"They'll hold," Scarlett said, with the specific certainty of someone who has spent significant time watching Nova Belladonna fight and has filed accordingly.
"Yes," Sala said. "They will."
They went.
Elsewhere in the corridor, Emerald Sustrai had stopped walking.
Mercury noticed, because he noticed everything she did, and turned.
She was watching the group - Scarlett, Daikon, Aiko, the JNPR team, the two professors - move with the organized urgency of a group that had been called to something real.
"You don't think-" she started.
"That it's happening," he said. "Yeah. It is."
"That's days early."
"Apparently not."
She turned to look at Cinder, who was watching the moving group with the calm, assessing attention she brought to everything that required reassessment.
"What do we do?" Mercury asked.
Cinder made her decision in the specific way she made all decisions - not quickly, not slowly, but at precisely the speed that the decision required.
"We go," she said.
Part II - The Pavilion
Location: Central Vale | Dawn
The pavilion had been a public space that morning - the kind of wide, open square that a city builds because it believes it will always have mornings, where people would ordinarily be walking to work and buying coffee and conducting the ordinary business of lives lived within walls that had always held.
Now the walls had a hole in them.
Team RWBY stood in the center of it surrounded by Beowolves, Ursai, and one King Taijitu that was expressing its displeasure with the situation by being enormous and loud about it.
The Taijitu roared.
The grimm moved.
Ruby planted Crescent Rose in the ground, pivoted off it, and drove her foot into the nearest beowolf's face with the specific force of someone who had been training for two months with someone who took force seriously. The impact was considerably more than the beowolf had prepared for.
Beside her, Nova moved into the space her attack created with the complete absence of gap between her motion and his response, delivering a right hook to the next grimm in sequence that had the efficiency of a closed argument.
"Nice," she said.
"Keep moving," he said.
Overhead, Yang went skyward on a sequence of Ember Celica blasts - aerial, precise, the specific violence of someone who finds her best expression at altitude. Three grimm attempted to redirect the problem with a coordinated dive.
Turuk's hand caught her before she was sent to the ground.
"Gotcha," he said, setting her back on her feet.
Yang smirked at him with the specific energy she reserved for situations she found specifically satisfying. "Remind me to thank you properly later, hot stuff."
Turuk developed a nervous expression. "Right," he said. "I'll look forward to that."
"Very much look forward to it," Yang said, and went back into the fight.
Turuk followed.
Blake's gambol shroud found the gap between a beowolf's forward momentum and its reach, and the creature completed its arc without the conclusion it had been planning. Weiss conjured her glyph and produced an ice blade that cleared a corridor through four more, then tracked back to find Blake in her peripheral and summoned the acceleration glyph under her partner's feet.
Blake moved through the corridor at a speed that the grimm hadn't accounted for.
Ruby, from the center, watched the Taijitu rear back for its attack - both heads, different trajectories - and was calculating the geometry of it when a pink projectile came screaming in from her peripheral and solved the geometry for her.
Nora Smash.
The Taijitu went down with the comprehensive finality of something that had been hit very hard by someone who had been saving up for exactly this kind of situation.
"Hi!" Nora said, landing.
"Hi," Ruby said.
The rest of JNPR arrived in sequence.
Then Daikon, Scarlett, and Aiko.
Then the two professors.
The grimm that had been enjoying a situational advantage reconsidered its position.
Daikon materialized a ki blade and stepped in front of a beowolf that had been having thoughts about Weiss from behind. The beowolf's thoughts were conclusively addressed.
"Quite a mess you've gotten yourselves into," he said.
Weiss exhaled - the specific exhale of someone who is simultaneously annoyed and profoundly relieved. "Hello to you too, Daikon." She looked at him. "I'm glad you're here."
He smirked. "Don't strain yourself, princess."
"💢 One compliment and you immediately-" She stopped. "Fine. Help."
"That's better," he said, and moved.
Aiko came in from the eastern approach, her naginata spinning in the short, controlled arcs of someone who had learned that precision was more efficient than theater, dispatching three beowolves in sequence before landing beside Pyrrha.
"He'll be fine," Aiko said, because Pyrrha was looking at Jaune.
Pyrrha looked at her.
"Just watch," Aiko said.
Jaune Arc was standing in front of an Ursa Major.
This was, by any reasonable assessment, not an ideal position.
He was also, in this moment, doing something that nobody who had watched him in his first weeks at Beacon would have recognized as the same person. His stance was lower. His weight was forward. His sword moved with the specific economy of someone who had spent months with a teacher who had no patience for wasted motion.
The Ursa came down.
Jaune went sideways, pivoted, and found the gap that Pyrrha had been teaching him to find. Three slashes and the Ursa was down.
He looked at it.
Then up.
Then at the ongoing battle, and the city he was standing in, and the people behind the battle lines that the grimm were trying to reach.
He stepped forward.
"Told you," Aiko said.
"You did," Pyrrha agreed. And the smile on her face was the real one.
Part III - Rhubar and Sala
The two professors moved through the battle with the specific quality of people who had been doing this before most of the students in the field had been born.
Rhubar fought with a directness that was almost educational - no wasted movement, every strike placed with the precision of someone who had long since stopped needing to demonstrate capability and was simply being functional. Grimm that engaged him did not engage him for long.
Sala fought differently - where Rhubar was a closed fist, she was something more architectural, using the battlefield's own geometry to redirect and position, her strikes precise in a way that created openings for the people fighting beside her as much as addressing the targets in front of her.
They had been fighting together for a very long time.
It showed.
Ruby noticed, in the peripheral of the battle, the way they moved - the unconscious awareness of each other's position, the small adjustments that kept them from ever being in the same danger simultaneously.
They're married, she thought, in the way you think things that are simple and obvious and still arrive with a particular weight. They've been doing this together for years.
She wondered, briefly, if she and Nova would fight like that someday.
A grimm attempted to interrupt this thought.
She redirected her attention.
An Ursa had gotten past the exterior line and was bearing down on Ruby from her blind spot, and she was in the middle of something with a different grimm and couldn't fully redirect in time, and the specific moment where these two facts were about to resolve themselves into a bad outcome was interrupted by Nova appearing between her and the Ursa with the specific speed and certainty of someone who had identified the problem before it announced itself.
The Ursa made contact with him instead.
He absorbed it, redirected it, and ended it in three exchanges.
Then he turned to look at the grimm around them - at the way they had been subtly repositioning since his arrival in this part of the fight, their attention reassessing the threat landscape.
"Go somewhere else," he said.
They went somewhere else.
Ruby looked at the departing grimm.
"Did you just...?"
"They're smarter than they look," he said. "Not very, but somewhat."
She looked at him.
"You're extraordinary," she said, which came out more directly than she intended and then she decided she wasn't going to take it back.
He turned and looked at her with the expression he used when she said something that found the specific inside of him.
"You're distracting," he said.
"Is that a complaint?"
"It's an observation," he said, and there was warmth in it that he wasn't managing, and she found this specifically wonderful.
A grimm interrupted them.
They addressed it together.
Part IV - The Atlesian Fleet
Sun Wukong and Neptune Vasilias arrived from the direction of the city interior with the specific energy of two people who have been told they are junior detectives and are discovering that the badge does not convey the authority they had hoped.
"Nobody move!" Sun announced. "Junior detectives!"
"We have badges," Neptune confirmed, holding his up. "It's official."
A fleet of Atlesian dropships came in low over the city.
Sun looked at them.
Looked at his badge.
Dropped his badge.
The Atlesian Knight-200 units deployed with the organized efficiency of machines that had been programmed to do exactly this and were not having second thoughts about it. They moved through the grimm population with the comprehensive certainty of technology applied at scale - not elegant, but thorough, and in a situation like this, thorough was doing significant work.
General Ironwood's flagship held position overhead.
Coco Adel landed with her team in a scatter of Grimm that had been having a reasonable morning until this moment.
"You destroyed my favorite clothing store," she said to a beowolf.
The beowolf had approximately one second to consider its life choices.
Yatsuhashi Daichi unlimbered Fulcrum and brought it down, and the shockwave that resulted addressed a significant portion of the surrounding grimm population.
Scarlett watched him do this from a distance, with the expression she wore when she observed something she found specifically satisfying.
"About time, Yatsu."
He smiled at her. "Sorry it took longer than expected."
"You're here now," she said.
They fought back to back, which they had been doing for long enough that the rhythm of it was automatic, and neither of them said anything else because the fight required their attention, and they had both learned that some things communicated themselves adequately through action.
The battle had a shape now, which it hadn't had in the first minutes when it was primarily chaos and reaction. The shape was: the grimm were being contained, the evacuation corridors were holding, and the breach was becoming the problem of the combined force rather than the problem of a single team of students.
This was significantly better.
It was still chaotic. But it was contained chaos, which was a different thing.
Cinder's team had joined the fight - visibly, publicly, in a way that drew no particular suspicion from anyone who was currently focused on the grimm rather than on Cinder's specific motivations for being here.
Emerald moved through the battle with practiced efficiency, her weapons finding targets with the specific precision of someone who had been doing this for a long time in contexts considerably less organized than this one.
Mercury fought alongside her, and he fought well, and nothing about his fighting suggested the headaches or the fragments or the flash of red hair that had been interrupting his sleep for weeks.
But it was there.
It was always there.
In the moment between one exchange and the next - between one target addressed and the next identified - the voice came through again.
Let's make a promise.
He pushed through it. Kept moving. The fight was in front of him and that was the only thing he was going to think about right now.
Later, he told himself, which was what people told themselves when they couldn't stop the thought but needed to get through the present.
Part V - Roman's Final Bow
Roman Torchwick was escorted from the scene by a pair of Atlesian knights with the specific indignity of someone who has had a plan and has discovered that plans are subject to the opinions of other people.
"Oh, I can't believe it," he said, pleasantly. "You've actually caught me. You've really taught me the error of my ways." He turned as the knight grabbed his arm with mechanical firmness. "Hey. Watch the hat."
He was loaded onto an Atlesian airship.
His hat was watched.
Later, in the specific quiet of a holding cell, Ironwood dismissed the guards and sat across from Torchwick with the expression of a man who has extended patience exactly as far as it goes.
"You've refused to cooperate with local law enforcement," Ironwood said.
"I'm not the biggest fan," Roman said.
"How about the world's strongest military power?"
Roman considered this for a moment. "First impressions... not great."
Ironwood leaned forward. "I'm going to give you one chance. Who's behind this?"
Roman looked at him with the specific smile of someone who has a punchline and knows it.
"Isn't it obvious?" he said. "You're looking at him."
Ironwood stood. Turned. Began walking.
"What's the matter, General? I thought you wanted to talk."
"The Council has given me custody of you for as long as I require it." He stopped at the door. "Make yourself comfortable. We'll have plenty of time."
The door sealed.
Roman's laugh echoed after it.
He was still laughing when the cell view cut away.
On a rooftop, in the specific quiet that follows large events, Cinder looked at the sky.
"A success," she said.
"Those kids made a mess of things," Emerald said. "Especially the ones with the professors."
Cinder looked at her.
"The feeling you mentioned," Cinder said. "When you're near them."
"Like every cell is telling me to run," Emerald said. "Yes."
"Interesting." Cinder looked at the city below - at the knights still patrolling, at the cleanup of the breach, at the ordinary chaos of aftermath. "And the one named Nova specifically?"
"There's something deeper in him," Emerald said. "Beneath what he shows. Something that-" She searched for the word. "That I don't think has been fully woken yet."
Cinder considered this.
"We'll be careful," she said. "For now."
Mercury said nothing.
He was looking at the part of the city where Scarlett Reinhardt's red hair was visible from this distance, moving through the cleanup with the specific ease of someone who was always exactly where they were supposed to be.
He looked at his hands.
Looked away.
Adam Taurus materialized from the shadows behind them.
"They'll listen to me," he said, in answer to Mercury's question about the White Fang.
The camera cut to black.
Part VI - The Platform
Location: Beacon's Cliffside Platform | That Afternoon
The platform had the specific quality of somewhere you went when a day had been too large and needed to be put somewhere for a while.
Both teams - RWBY and NDTSA, plus Zwei - had found it independently and arrived at approximately the same time, which was either coincidence or the specific gravity that groups develop when they have been through something together.
They sat at the edge with Vale in the distance, the lake catching the late afternoon light, and for a while nobody said anything because sometimes that was the right amount of words for a moment.
Yang broke it, because someone had to.
"We did it," she said.
"We did," Blake confirmed.
"If we don't get extra credit for this," Weiss said, "I'm going to be seriously disappointed."
"Competitive much, princess?" Daikon asked.
"I am not-" She stopped. "You can tease me to your heart's content later. Right now I'd like to simply sit here and-"
"Take credit for saving the city."
"Yes. Exactly. Thank you."
He almost smiled.
"A two-headed snake crushed a bakery," Yang said. "I wouldn't hold my breath on the extra credit."
"We didn't solve everything," Ruby said, which was the kind of thing Ruby said when she was looking at the full picture rather than the nearest corner of it. "People were hurt. We still don't know the full plan. We don't know who that woman was."
"A lot of people were saved, too," Nova said.
She looked at him.
"Both things are true," he said. "You don't have to only carry the second one."
She held his gaze.
"Yeah," she said.
"Well," Weiss said, in the tone she used when she was arriving at a conclusion she was satisfied with, "not every story has a neat and tidy ending."
"Where'd you come up with that one?" Daikon asked.
"I- it's something I believe. You could simply-"
"I'm just asking."
"Then stop asking."
"It was a nice thing to say," Aiko said, very quietly, which was Aiko's specific method of arriving at someone's defense in a way that was gentle enough to avoid conflict.
Weiss looked at her. "Thank you, Aiko."
Daikon looked at Aiko.
Aiko looked at the city.
Her tail wagged, very slightly.
"We might not have all the answers," Blake said. "But dangerous people are behind bars. The city is still standing. The breach is sealed." She paused. "That's something."
"It's something," Scarlett agreed.
"Next time-" Ruby started.
"Next time," Nova said, "we'll be ready for more of it."
"Exactly." She nodded.
She was sitting very close to him, which she had been doing for most of the battle's aftermath in the specific way of someone who has recently confirmed something important and is still getting used to the fact of it. His arm was around her. Neither of them was particularly self-conscious about this.
Yang was watching them with the expression she wore when she was content.
"I go wherever you go," she said, to Ruby. "He actually said that."
"Yang," Ruby said.
"In front of everyone."
"I know."
"Your face when he said it."
"Yang."
"Red," Yang said. "Like a tomato. But a really happy tomato."
"I will end you," Ruby said, without heat, because she was smiling too much for the threat to land.
Zwei, who had been sitting between Ruby and Nova with the complete contentment of a dog who has figured out the new configuration and approved of it, produced a single bark of agreement with the general quality of the afternoon.
Part VII - The Revelation
Location: A Quiet Courtyard, Beacon Academy | Late Afternoon
Sala had requested somewhere quiet, and the quiet place they found was a courtyard off the main academic block - small, stone-paved, with a tree that had been there longer than the academy and intended to continue being there longer still.
The group assembled with the patient curiosity of people who have been told that something needs to be said and are prepared to hear it.
Rhubar stood with the bearing of someone who has been carrying something for a long time and is finally at the place where he can set it down.
Sala stood beside him.
Nova and Turuk stood in front of them with the expressions they wore when they were paying attention but didn't yet know what they were paying attention to.
"There is something we've needed to tell you for quite some time," Rhubar said. He looked at his sons - really looked, in the way of someone who has been looking at things from a careful distance and has decided that this distance is now finished. "Since before we came to Beacon. Since before you came to Beacon."
"We've been looking for you," Sala said. "For a long time."
"For you specifically," Rhubar said. "Both of you."
Nova looked at them. At Rhubar's posture, which had a specific quality - the quality of restraint, of someone maintaining composure in a moment that required every resource available. At Sala's eyes, which were bright in the way of eyes that are very close to something they have been trying to hold.
He looked at Turuk.
Turuk was very still.
"Please forgive me for what I'm about to do," Sala said.
And then she stepped forward and put her arms around both of them.
Not the way a teacher embraces students. Not the way an authority figure expresses professional warmth.
The way a mother holds her children after a very long time away from them.
"My sons," she said. Her voice broke, very briefly, on the word sons, and then she held on. "You've grown into such extraordinary young men. I've been looking for you since - since you were very small, since before either of you could know you were being looked for." She pulled back enough to look at their faces. "Brussel. And Turuk. My sons."
Nova had gone very still.
The name Brussel had arrived somewhere in him that he had no immediate access to - some part of his personal history that predated his earliest conscious memories, that he had never quite known was missing because he hadn't known the shape of what the missing thing had been.
"That name," he said.
"It's your name," she said. "Your given name. What we called you before-" She stopped. "Before you were sent away. Before we were separated."
"You're saying," Turuk said, very carefully, "that you and Professor Rhubar are-"
"Your parents," Rhubar said. "Yes."
The courtyard absorbed this.
"What," Yang said, which was the unanimous assessment of team RWBY, delivered in a single word that contained several volumes.
"She looks so young," Weiss said, which was not the most important observation available but was the one that arrived first.
Blake, very deliberately, was looking at the tree.
"They're - she's-" Ruby looked at Nova. At the expression on his face, which was something she had never seen on it before - not distress, not anger, but a specific and thorough disorientation, the expression of someone whose map of the world has just been revised at the most foundational level.
She crossed to him and put her hand in his.
He looked at her hand.
Then at her face.
Then back at Sala and Rhubar, who were watching him with the patient, careful attention of people who understand that what they've just said requires processing and are prepared to wait for all of it.
"You've been here," Nova said. "The whole year. Both of you."
"Yes," Sala said.
"You've been our teachers. You've seen us - we've talked-" He stopped. "You knew who we were this whole time."
"Yes," Rhubar said. "We did."
"Why didn't you-"
"Because the timing had to be right," Sala said. "If we had told you in the first week - if we had walked up to two young men who had grown up without us and said we are your parents - you had no context for it. No foundation to stand on while you received something that large." She looked at him. "We needed you to know us first. As people you had reasons to trust."
Nova was quiet for a long moment.
"And Blake?" he said.
Blake's eyes moved from the tree to her brother.
"She found out," Sala said. "Separately. Some weeks ago. She has been carrying it since then, because she understood why we asked her to wait."
"You knew," Turuk said to Blake.
"Yes," Blake said.
"And you didn't-"
"I was asked not to." She looked at him with the specific directness she used when she was saying something she had thought about very carefully. "And I agreed because I thought they were right. You needed to hear it from them." A pause. "I'm sorry if it feels like a betrayal. It wasn't meant to be."
Turuk looked at her for a long moment.
"No," he said. "I understand."
The courtyard was very quiet.
Nova looked at Sala's face. At the specific quality of it - the warmth, the restraint, the way she had been looking at him across classrooms for a year with something in her expression he had identified as care and had not known was something considerably more specific than that.
He looked at Rhubar. At the way the man carried himself - the specific quality of it, the things he had noted and filed under familiar somehow and never examined.
"We have a lot of questions," he said.
"We have all the time you need," Rhubar said.
"There are things about where we come from that we've never known."
"We'll tell you everything," Sala said.
"Everything?" Turuk said.
"Everything," Rhubar confirmed.
Ruby kept her hand in Nova's. He looked at it, then at her.
She said nothing, because there was nothing that needed to be said that the hand wasn't already saying.
He looked at Sala and Rhubar - at the two people who were, in ways he was still assembling, the beginning of everything he was - and felt something that was not simple and was not a single thing and was going to take a significant amount of time to understand fully.
"Okay," he said.
Sala exhaled - the specific exhale of someone who has been holding something tightly for nineteen years and is finally allowed to let it breathe.
"Okay," she said.
The tree above them moved in the late afternoon wind.
The city of Vale continued below them, sealed and battered and holding.
And in a small courtyard at the edge of Beacon Academy, a family that had been separated for nineteen years sat down together to begin the conversation that was long overdue.
From a distance, a masked figure watched.
The golden-haired girl. The lighter-built boy beside her. The two brothers, who were finally receiving the thing they had spent twenty years not knowing they'd been missing.
The masked woman was still for a long moment.
Then she turned.
And left.
She would not be acknowledged as having been there.
But she had been there.
That was enough, for now.
Part VIII - The Council's Response
Location: Ozpin's Office | That Evening
Ozpin sat before the council's feed with the composed patience of someone who has been here before and will be here again.
"The security of this city cannot be guaranteed under current management," Councilman 1 said. "We have therefore appointed General Ironwood as head of security for the remainder of the Vytal Festival."
"Thank you, Councilman," Ironwood said. "Atlas is committed to ensuring-"
"There are also three faculty members," Councilman 1 continued, with the deliberate quality of someone reading from a list of concerns, "who have been identified as individuals with no formal Remnant documentation. Outsiders, by any reasonable classification."
"With respect, Councilman," Ozpin said, "Professor Rhubar, Professor Sala, and Professor Koizumi have demonstrated considerable capability both in their roles as educators and this morning as defenders of this city."
"They're still outsiders," Ironwood said. "The risk-"
"The risk," Ozpin said, quietly, "is managed. I have spoken with all three at length. They consider themselves residents of Remnant. Their actions today were consistent with that declaration." He looked at the feed. "I trust them."
"Your trust, Ozpin, is not the Council's framework."
"No," he agreed. "But my responsibility for this academy is."
Councilman 1 was quiet for a moment. "After the festival, we will be discussing your position at Beacon. General Ironwood's reports have raised certain concerns that we cannot in good conscience ignore."
The feed disconnected.
Ironwood's face remained.
"This is the right move," Ironwood said. "I promise you, I will keep our people safe."
"I hope so, James," Ozpin said.
The call ended.
Ozpin turned to the window.
Below, the Atlesian flagship was visible - large, certain, the specific confidence of displayed force.
He looked at it for a long time.
★ END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ★
Next: Chapter Nineteen - "The Tenkawa Crisis"
Hey guys, I hope you all enjoyed this newest chapter! Rhubar and Sala finally revealed themselves to Nova and Turuk! I'd been planning on that to happen for awhile. Was going to have them reveal themselves later, but kinda wrote myself into a corner to where I had to expound upon what I meant.
We are at the end of volume 2 of Rwby's story! Next chapter will begin volume 3! I did deviate from the original episode , it made more sense to. I promise the next chapter won't be nearly as long of a wait!
Until the next update guys! Be blessed!