Back Into The Fray

"Be the great person you already are: You can't get it wrong if it's the truth..."

"R-Right... Right! I'm, I'm gonna do it, then! Just you watch!"

She was right in his sights, the knight's determination all but shining through as he couldn't help but start to grin at the prospect. Blake was right there, as happy as she'd ever be talking to her team, and maybe soon with him once more... and as he made his way over to where they sat, hope began bubbling forth from within as he watched her gaze seemingly begin slowly converging towards his direction until-

"Whoa- hey there, young one!"

...A certain gun-toting scruffy blonde with a big grin moved perfectly in between them.

"Now uh, couldn't help but notice there that spring in your step as you were walking towards the ladies," Taiyang noted smoothly, countering Jaune's subtle motions to try and step or look around him with subtle counters of his own until Jaune froze at the last word, "Being that my baby doll spent all that time yesterday clearing up that little misunderstanding involvin' you and my lil sweet pea last night, I'm sure we'd just hate for that awf'ly happy head of yours to make a whole new misunderstanding happen all over again, right?"

Jaune could only gape at how twisted he had things, unable to really protest against this guy who could easily snap him like a twig if the fact that he was Qrow's superior was anything to go by...

"Alrighty, then!" Tai exclaimed happily, his motion to amiably pound the knight in the shoulder giving him the briefest glance at team RWBY being entertained by the sight of Qrow tussling a clearly-accosted Ruby's head before the impact of the aforementioned pound nearly sent Jaune sprawling forward, "Good talk! Time to round the troops - everybody gather round, time for final briefing!"

Catching the attention of the other eight passengers, everyone did so, Qrow rendezvousing with the veteran Hunter in front of both teams before Taiyang powered up his scroll and jerked it forwards to slingshot a large hologram of blueprints to the middle of the area.

"This here is the floor plans for a certain nightclub owned by Hei Xiong," Tai began, a few students taken aback at his sudden shift into an all-business tone, "A club we're headed to now. Being that it's in the crummier parts o' town and we ain't got any prior knowledge of its... er, yeah baby doll?"

Tai paused at the sight of his eldest daughter's hand up in the air from the other side of the slowly-rotating hologram, Yang's grin only all-too-obvious as she began, "Ain't a problem. I got a history there; me and Junior go way back! Let's just say I'm a regular and... uh... yeah..."

The blonde brawler's voice now trailing off as well like her father's had a moment before, Yang could only taper off with a nervous chuckle under her father's unexpectedly stern glare.

"Oh really? A regular, huh?" Tai stated pointedly, his gaze lingering until Qrow wordlessly bailed her out with a tap on the Hunter's shoulder and a pointed glance at the glowing iteration of the task at hand to which Tai nodded with a sigh... but not before noting, "We'll have words later... but, being that Yang has *sigh* prior, history with that club... then I guess that actually clears us up for a little side-op to be ready in case things go south."

Ruby sent Yang a concerned glance at that; Tai had used Yang's first name... and from their dad, that usually wasn't a good thing.

But shutting off the hologram, seeing that it'd no longer be needed, Tai continued directly, "That being said, we're splitting into two teams. Me and Qrow'll take four of you, and Yang'll take the lead with three more into the club. So that includes her partner Grumpy Cat, and..."

Tai glanced over the students, clearly ignoring Blake's deadpan, until settling on Jaune with a less-than-comforting smirk, "And... raspberry chapstick. I'm sure baby doll can handle you just fine in case you get out of line!"

Despite Jaune's ill-disguised groan at the new nickname, Yang let out a sigh in relief at the usage of her dad's reverting to her usual nickname... even if it was at the expense of the knight. But as Pyrrha made to go to Jaune's side with an assuring smile, Qrow held out his hand to stop her.

"Wai-wait, hold on. We'll need her," the scruffy Hunter began, Taiyang's eyes suddenly going wide in realization and beginning to nod in agreement to an invisible reminder between them, "Knowing what she can really do with that Semblance of hers, P-Money's actually gonna make our end of the job... much easier..."

"Oh?" was all Pyrrha could supply in response in a mix of curiosity and what almost passed off as annoyance through her usually calm countenance.

"Yep. So what you can do... you can, multitask with it, right?" Tai continued with a knowing smile, hiking his thumb behind him towards the cargo bay as if everyone knew what he was referring to... and they didn't. But Pyrrha gave a cautious nod regardless, knowing that they seemed like they'd decided to have her help either way.

"Greeeat," Qrow noted with a toothy smile before turning to the rest of team JNPR, "So what you two packin'? We gotta leave one of you tykes to handle what's-his-face's back..."

"Jaune," the knight corrected gruffly with a deadpan, "And don't you remember our weapons from, oh maybe... when you throttled us in the cafeteria!?"

"I don't know," the scruffy Hunter replied with mock wonder without missing a beat, "You kids went down too fast for me to check."

Jaune scoffed, Qrow keeping a narrow-eyed gaze and smug smirk at him until Tai stepped forward with a glance at Ren and Nora, "Kids?"

Ren pulled out StormFlower, to which both veteran Hunters nodded in acknowledgment, but then Nora flipped out her giant hammer - once again, from who knows where - and set it on the floor with what left a small crack on the surface... eliciting a slightly more excited reaction from the Hunters as they traded knowing glances.

"That changes things..."

"We might even be able to pinch two with her on the flank..."

"Ohoooo, boy..."

Weiss glanced back and forth between the scheming men who were all but biting their lips with restrained mirth, "Umm... I think a proper debriefing may be in order, here... shouldn't it?"

"Not at all, Chuckles," Tai quickly noted, hands held primly behind his back as he shifted back to all-business at the drop of a dime, "We've no reason to explain our backup plans when we've earned the right to play things close to the chest after years of protecting our beloved four kingdoms..."

"Heeeere we go," Ruby muttered with a sigh, knowing full well the righteous rant to come.

"...From mighty Grimm incursions you'll never even read about!" Qrow proclaimed with a finger raised, pacing back and forth in alternation with Tai's pacing as well.

"...From natural disasters, you couldn't even imagine!" Tai continued, finger also raised now while he kept pacing.

"...From devious organizations," Qrow noted mysteriously before turning on his heel to point at the Schnee with severity, "Whose names you're not allowed to know..."

"Dad..." was all Yang stated, Ruby beside her still shaking her head when the Hunters decided the kids had had enough drama.

"Look, baby doll, we'll tell ya when we tell ya," Tai noted with a grin, dropping the solemn façade, "But for now, you and Grumpy Cat take the lead while Raspberry Chapstick brings along Bulletproof Monk. You get in, make contact, and learn what you can about the Red Queen - if that Dragwick bum is working with her now, odds are that his ex-associates at this Fight Club might know more than they're letting on. It's our best lead and we're taking it..."

His gaze softening a bit on his eldest daughter, Taiyang finished as the craft evidently touched down at the landing point, "Just... take care of yourself. And don't. Underestimate. Anybody."

With the side door opening to grant the students passage to the shadier part of town, Yang gave her father a reassuring thumbs up before tussling her sister's hair, much to Ruby's chagrin; Yang and Blake making their way out with a parting wave for Weiss as Jaune and Ren traded unsure glances before heading to the door.

"Jaune," Pyrrha began, the knight turning to give her a big smile at the doorway.

"I know... Got you on speed dial."

The Mistrali grinned in reply even as Nora took the opportunity to give her partner a massive sloth hug, the two guys joining the partners outside as the doors shut behind them and ADA lifted off.

"Any idea what they're planning?" Ren noted, looking up at the craft with scrunched nose and brows against the lingering air gusts from the engines down to the students, "I can't imagine how well they'll serve as back up if they're airborne..."

"Not sure," Blake replied flatly, eyes trailing the craft as it disappeared behind the skyline on the more dilapidated parts of town, "But it looks like they went in the direction of the forest... strange..."

Giving Ren a cursory glance with her small shrug, Jaune sighed as she seemed to deliberately pass over him with her gaze as she turned to follow her partner. If Pyrrha was right... then Blake was trying really hard.

"So... what's the plan?" Blake asked the blonde brawler as the four students walked down the street, the Bullhead wisely having been programmed to leave them a few blocks for their destination to avoid any issues.

Yang lazily nodded her head left and right in thought as they continued, "I'm thinking... Junior may be easy to tease, but he's not exactly the most predictable guy..."

"Whaddaya mean?" Jaune asked, he and Ren trailing not too far behind the girls as they rounded a corner to the main street where the club seemed to be located.

"Well, I've never really seen a Faunus in that club - either the first time I went or the last," she pondered aloud, Jaune quirking a brow at her sudden pensive demeanor... she was her father's daughter, after all, "And I don't wanna risk things getting dicey like the first time just because I decided to shake things up... especially after last time didn't bring any problems. And I was with Neptune that time..."

Finally stopping in her tracks, Yang turned to face the three teens even as the dull thrum of the club music echoed through the street from the nearby club, her gaze settling on Jaune with a small grin, "Well, Saber-boy, looks like you're gonna be my escort this time!"

Jaune sighed with a knowing glare, "Y'know, now I see where you get your terrible nickname skills from..."

Her grin simply grew wider with pride, "Yep! Anyway, Arc and me are gonna head into the club - Blakey, you and... hehe, Bulletproo-"

"Don't," Ren interrupted with as close to a glower from his normally stoic face that Jaune had ever seen, Yang simply raising her hands in placation with a small smirk at the first thing she'd ever seen get under his skin, "I'm not even a monk..."

"Right. Kay well, you and Blake'll watch our backs from outside in case they try anything. They won't know I'm coming with extra company and I wanna keep it that way..." she grinned at them both, "I'm pretty sure the two closest things Beacon has to real-life Ninjas should be able to keep a low profile."

Receiving eye-rolls from both brunettes, Ren then glanced at Jaune while flashing his scroll, "Keep it handy. If it's over Blake and my heads, then we call Pyrrha immediately."

"Oka-wah!"

"Okay, mushy male goodbye time over!" Yang interrupted, taking Jaune's arm with hers as she then led the pair towards the club while Blake and Ren made to go around the side.

"Yang... losing... circulation here..."

Jaune's not-very-subtle attempt to extract himself was clearly futile, his fellow blonde clearly having planned for the position as the pair strode up the steps towards the fairly large pair of bouncers at either end of the entryway.

"Hey guys!" Yang began, placing her other hand over Jaune's arm with an easygoing smile at the guys in suits and red aviators despite the fact they were in the shade of the club entryway, "So I got a new one for ya - some girl the other day said she recognized me from the Vegetarian-theme Club down the street... but I'd never met herbivore! Eh? Eh?"

Jaune watched, the two bounders make somewhat... different reactions. While one nervously tried to force a chuckle at the ear-grinding joke, the other simply seemed to reach for his sword.

"Sorry kid, but this ain't a prom venue. Get lo-"

"Ah-haHA!" the other bouncer interrupted while stopping the first one's drawing of his weapon, much to Jaune's surprise, actually tipping the tiny-looking fedora on his oversized head towards Yang politely, "Miss Xiao Long! Please forgive him, he's new... y-you know, after we had to replace the last door guy who didn't laugh at your pun..."

The first bouncer's eyes seemingly widening behind his aviators, judging by the scrunching up of the blubbery folds of his forehead above the shades in surprise, he stated with a slight bow, "Y-You're-? I'm s-so sorry!"

"No worries," the blonde brawler chirped with an idle flip of her hair, the fresh scent of orangewood and honeydew momentarily invading the poor knight's nostrils beside her with a positively dizzying effect as the men hastily opened the doors and let them through, "Thanks, Jeeves."

Finally shaking off the haze from the admittedly alluring young woman beside him, Jaune was relieved to find that she let go of his arm as soon as the doors shut behind them, leaving them alone in the short empty corridor between the entryway and the main club entrance.

"So, any reason why you had to practically wear me just to make another corny pun out there?" the knight huffed as soon as he took a step or two away from her, his companion rearing her head back with an exaggerated sigh before turning back to him to explain.

"Jaune. Rule number one about information brokers - they know everything, even if they don't," she began, the student glaring at her in question before she gave a pointed glance at his weapon, "Especially when word gets out about some kid who took out a whole cave of Grimm with a golden white sword cuz some Vale cop decided to run his mouth..."

Jaune looked down at Crocea Mors in realization, slowly piecing together her reasoning and lifting his head to meet her gaze with newfound respect, "And if a broker were looking to beef up security at a moment's notice... it'd be by telling his boys out front to keep a lookout... Yang, that's actually-"

"Kinda genius?" she finished for him with a knowing smirk, hands on hips as she continued airily, "I know~ It's not everyday you meet someone with the five B's of perfection..."

A raised brow from the knight, earning a scoff from his temporary partner.

"Beauty, Brains, Blonde, and Brawn...!"

"Umm... Yang," Jaune noted slowly, already starting to lament the stereotype she was already fulfilling of those blessed with golden locks, "You mentioned... five B's?"

Her grin now turning somewhat mischievous, the brawler simply takes both hands off her hips to point at her more... eye-catching, assets, only to cause Jaune to throw a hand up with a loud groan.

"Should've seen that one coming!"

"Hey - better having these gauntlets by your side than having this gauntlet in your face!~" Yang stated challengingly with a smirk, lifting Ember Celica for the second half of her statement.

"For the last time, me and Ruby-"

"I know," Yang cut in, her smirk actually seeming to fade as she held up a hand to stop him before he could go full rant, "I know... you always did strike me as a One-Woman kind of guy, anyway..."

"Thank you," Jaune retorted righteously as he approached her side to walk towards the main club entrance... before furrowing his brows at her and keeping a small distance between them just to be safe, "Wait, 'one woman'? You don't mean-?"

"Heh, not me, Vomit Boy," Yang noted with a wry smirk in his direction, "Not anymore. The whole kissed-my-sister-first thing kinda kills the appeal for me now. Not that I won't enjoy seeing you squirm every now and then, but just knowing she actually had the cajoles to have her first kiss before me..."

Yang's eyes widened, catching her mistake and clamping her mouth shut as she and Jaune suddenly stopped before reaching the entrance a second time. Needless to say, his eyes widened as well as the realization dawned on him.

"Wait... Yang... you...?"

"Not a soul hears about this, got it!?" Yang snapped suddenly, eyes going red in defense for a moment to make sure he got the point, "I got a rep to protect, k?"

A cautious shrug from the knight, to which Yang calmed down to the point of letting her shoulders slouch as her gaze drifted to the side.

"But... yeah. I might've teased enough guys in my day. But usually any invitation to a kiss preceded a kiss from my fist, so..."

"Oh... um, okay..."

"Rrrgh, now things got awkward," Yang then began at Jaune's hesitance, the knight quickly finding that 'awkward moments' were not something his fellow blonde was used to having, "And now it's gonna take forever to get back into the proper emotional state to deal with Junior..."

Jaune frowned at her... there had to be something he could do to salvage the issue...

Thankfully, the idea didn't take to long to hatch in his mind, no matter what he had to lose because of it.

"Well, uh... you're good with puns," Jaune began, wincing at the lie he was barely able to let himself eke out - at least she was too busy sulking to see it, "So... how 'bout we come up with a team-up name? You and me? If it's gonna be a temporary thing, might as well make it worth it... so uh, I'll start. How 'bout... Gold?"

"Ew. Oum, no. Were you even trying?" Yang quickly shot back, gaze snapping up to the knight with furrowed brows, to which he internally grinned at his ulterior plan of getting her back on track working so far, "You can do better than that - actually, scratch that. I might be giving you too much credit."

She stood up straighter now, hand to chin in thought as she mused aloud, "Well... my name literally means 'Dragon,' and you technically look like a knight... I think we might have something there..."

Jaune pursed his lips in thought, ignoring the brief sting when he recalled from where he'd gotten that habit from before slowly muttering his contribution to the brainstorm, "Maybe... Dragonsla-"

"Got it! Dragonslayer!" Yang exclaimed, Jaune scoffing before he reconsidered it and sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

"I dunno... now that I think about it, it kinda feels one-sided," he began thoughtfully, beginning to motion towards her as he continued, "I mean, Dragonslayer? If people think 'Slaying a Dragon,' they're probably gonna think it's a play on words against-"

"No, no... that's where you're wrong, my blue-eyed friend," Yang began, a familiar shadow of double entendre shrouded over her smirk, "You see, you're right about it being one-sided; but if it's talk about a Dragonslayer... then that person's gonna be me!"

Momentarily confused, Jaune followed her finger that turned out to be coyly pointing at his... nether regions...

"DARN IT, YANG! Gahhhhh!"

Cackling at the peeved knight holding both hands to his head in disbelief at the pun, Yang spoke up at herself with a nod, "Ehehhh... yep, I'm back. Let's do this!"

Giving Jaune but a moment to recompose himself, the brawler grandly shoved the secondary club doors with all the confidence she ever had, her grin and satisfied gaze already scanning the area which was surprisingly decently filled despite the time of day before settling on the bar.

"C'mon, Jaune. This way."

"We're definitely coming up with a better name first chance we get, though."

Beginning to make his way to her side, Jaune tried to keep his sights away from what the armed thugs beginning to stare at them were wearing... and what the girls dancing around them weren't wearing... before feeling an elbow lightly nudging his side. He saw Yang giving him a rare fully-blown smile.

"Thanks, by the way," she began, her smile becoming a bit more sly as they walked along in her way of keeping him from freaking out at their surroundings, "And don't think I didn't notice what you did back there... acting all lame with your naming skills just to make me feel better. That would've won some serious brownie points with me... if you hadn't make out with my sister."

"Eheh, uh... right. Fair enough," Jaune noted, stifling a gulp before casting another glance at the people around them.

He was slightly relieved at first to see that such a number of scary people practically surrounding them with all manner of reddish blades seemingly wary of them, and he thought at it was because of her history. She'd apparently blown the place up once, after all.

But what began to perplex him was the fact that they were staring, not at her... but at him. At the weapon girded at his hip, to be precise.

Turns out Yang's bet was on the money, after all.

"Aaaand, here we are," Yang declared with muted sense of mock-excitement as she presented her fellow blonde with a seat at the bar, taking a glance back at the few people still starting behind them before adding with a smirk, "Get used to it, Saber-boy. Looks like you've got some serious cred in the underworld now. And you're chillin' with me, so..."

But before Jaune could shoot back anything resembling a witty response, a seriously gruff chuckle interrupted him first.

"Mhmhmhm... I dunno, Blondie. Keep coming around these parts and I might have to start up a tab for ya."

"Thanks, but no drinks this time, Junior. Me and my friend are here on business, so we'll try to keep it short," she retorted casually enough, leaning against the counter on an elbow at the frankly large man cleaning out a shot glass in a vest and matching pair of shades with every other thug in the club, "Of course... how short our stay is, is entirely up to you~"

Junior kept his head tilted forward, as if acknowledging how dumb it was to wear aviators indoors and trying to be as subtle as possible by seeing his surroundings from above the tinted shades as he turned to look at Jaune. The knight in turn tried to keep as flat a face as someone totally cool, calm, and collected might be in this situation - in other words, channeling his inner Neptune.

I'm cool... Cold, like ice. No, colder than ice. I'm ice cold... No! ...I'm Weiss cold- ah, crap.

He almost didn't catch Junior snorting at him, a short affair that seemed more insulting than anything he could've said at the moment before turning to Yang, "So you bring fish-face here to negotiate this time? What, the pretty-boy with the blue hair from last time wasn't weird enough for you?"

"Hey now, you know bringing personal into a business thing ain't good manners," Yang chided smoothly, leaning a bit forwards on the counter - an evident ploy to get Junior's gaze focused on something, or two things, other than Jaune's failing suave persona, "Why don't we get back to the topic at hand, hm?"

Not even bothering to mask his momentary downwards drop of his gaze, something Jaune had to say was pretty impressive on Yang's part that she didn't throttle him right then and there. But there was a niggling in the back of his head starting that told him that she might not leave without them getting even first...

"Alright," Junior began with a dismissive huff, appeased with his ogling instincts now satisfied, "If you're looking for that lady again, haven't seen her. If you're looking for terrorists, they've up and left. Good luck finding them wherever they've headed out to..."

"Oh we know where they've gone," Yang noted smugly, standing up straight and crossing her arms to deliver the coup de grace, "And I got a good feeling you know where they've gone, too. So tell me, Junior... ever heard of The Red Queen?"

In the moment that followed, Jaune was actually pleased to see the cool-headed man's sudden reaction of stopping the cleaning of the glass as a sign that he knew what she was talking about.

What he didn't expect, though... was how everything else seemed to stop the moment right after. Music, dancing... and did that guy with a teddy bear head just pull out an Uzi?

"Ohhhhh... Blondie," the large man began, putting the glass and towel down on the other side of the counter with the same low chuckle, "For the record, I like you. Really..."

"I wouldn't blame you," Yang noted, her eyes narrowed by just a fraction as the man slowly began making his way around the side of the bar counter and she made a subtle nod to Jaune to ensure he understood that something was about to go down, "I'm sure there aren't too many girls out there who've left you with a bigger case of blue balls than I did..."

"Eheh, you're right about that," Junior concurred, the fact he actually laughed at the pun actually putting her on edge, "So you gotta believe me when I say that I had full intention to let you go as easily as every other time, even after the first time. And I gotta tell you, there's more irony in that fact than you'll probably ever know... but you've just said the three little words that tie my hands, now forcing me not to let you out of here... in one piece."

"Oh, that's not very fair," Yang continued with a faintly teasing tone, even as Jaune got out of his eat to stand beside her as the place emptied out to leave the teens surrounded by gangsters, "The is a pretty common word..."

"And now, so are these weapons!" Junior exclaimed as he came around the side of the bar with a flourish, every gang member drawing their weapons that went from pearlescent crimson to a very familiar shade of pale blue, "I hope you like them; I've been meaning to give them a test run on some punks worth killing... guess today's my lucky day."

Jaune's shoulder's drooping as he saw a random mook hand Junior the biggest club-like rocket launcher he'd ever seen - also glowing blue - a few cogs fell in place in his head before starting the fastest whisper-conversation with Yang he'd ever had with anyone.

"You brought me for my sword-"

"Course I brought you for your sword-"

"Those are mana weapons-"

"I know-"

"Big ones-"

"I know-"

"We could really use-"

"I KNOW," Yang cut in again with a barely-restrained whisper, actually turning quickly to face him as she finished as quietly as could be allowed, "You think I gave him a view of my twins just for kicks!? Scroll-under-counter-trick, genius - they're already in position."

"Oh."

"Hope you two are done having your last lover's quarrel," Junior now began, arming his weapon as he pushed his shades up into place with a grin, "Cuz it's time for me to collect that kiss..."

"Whoa now, he may be into brunettes," Yang began with a confident grin, loudly now as she engaged Ember Celica and Jaune unsheathed his sword with a slight blush at her accurate insight into his real interest, "But I don't think you're Jaune's type..."

Junior grimaced, "Cute. You got spunk, kid, but I suggest you lay down and take this one like a good bimbo. Fighting back is only gonna make this way harder - and considering how much stuff we've broken in the past, I just can't think of any reason to break things anymore."

"Then clearly you've never made an omelet."

Yang slowly turned to give her fellow blonde a proud smirk and a nod, "Beat me by one second... ready?"

Jaune nodded back before turning to face the club master, he and Yang adlibbing off each other as they stood back to back, "Hate to break something else to ya, buddy-"

"-but brace them baby blues-"

"-cuz today's the day they're crushed-"

"-by the smoldering blondes you'll remember aaas..."

And pointing a gauntlet at the man as Jaune did the same with his sword, both students' Auras flared hot as every halberd, bazooka, and gunblade pointed at them before exclaiming in unison:

"DRAGONHEART!"

A/N: Ahahahahhhhhhh... ahh.

Okay, I'll admit I didn't try as hard with the Yang/Jaune name as I did with 'Knightshade', but can you really blame me? My heart is only behind one ship and one ship alone - my OTP, Knightshade!

Speaking of which, the time of reconciliation is nigh! How will it happen! How will they fare! How will Junior's balls be broken NEXT!?

Pfft, beats me.

Kidding, it'll be fun. And Blake needs some more page-time, for reals.

I owe everyone an apology - aside from the Groundhog Day omake for LDR, I've actually been tied up as new co-writer to a new story with the very awesome author of Shattered Arc and The Light of Remnant, ImSoAwesome, known as Between the Lines! (accessible through hyperlink from my FFNet profile page - I know, the link actually works!)

A story where Remnant is under a much darker plague of War involving all four kingdoms against the superpower known as White Fang, one young Faunus' wish to escape it all leads her back into the arms of a certain blonde and blue-eyed childhood friend. The story may be AU, but the feels are real ^.^

And yes... it's a Knightshade fic :)

So if you're wondering where I've been, give it a look-see - ISA and me are working on Ch4 as you read this! (unless it's like, after 2/4/16, cuz then more's probably been posted since then).

As always, so much love to you guys for supporting me and my crazy ideas of having Beacon's resident guarded ball of feels become an arrow-launching super-Huntress, and don't hesitate to Fave, Follow, and Review if you haven't already!

...

Now, I've been told I need to practice making shorter omakes... so this is me... making a shorter omake. Crossov-omake, that is.

Crossov-omake #Ilostcount: Guardians of the Galaxy

Junior grimaced, "Cute. You got spunk, kid, but I suggest you lay down and take this one like a good bimbo. Fighting back is only gonna make this way harder - and considering how much stuff we've broken in the past, I just can't think of any reason to break things anymore."

"Then clearly you've never made an omelet."

Yang slowly turned to give her fellow blonde a proud smirk and a nod, "Beat me by one second... uh... Jaune? What's with your face. And where'd you get that huge red trench coat!?"

The rogue knight stood now, between an incredulous Yang and a horde of goons armed to the teeth, with the biggest stink-eye at the club master that most mooks there who'd never been married yet had ever SEEN.

He was indeed also wearing a long red trench coat, which he dramatically opened on one side with his arm to reveal the glowing sword girded at his hip underneath.

"No, Yang," the rogue knight began with a gruff voice laced with gritty ill-intent, "Call me... JAUN-DU."

Wheet!

Every gangster jumped at the single whistle from the rogue knight that caused the ancestral blade to rise up to eye level, causing a bead of sweat to run down Junior's brow as a second sustained whistle from Jaun-du caused the sword to settle horizontally in mid air and point threateningly at the crowd in front of him.

As soon as the whistle stopped and a deathly silence befell the club, Jaun-du let out a toothy grin.

Wheeeeetwheetwheet-whe-whe-whe-wheeeeuuuuuwheeeeeeeeuuuu...!

And just like that, a string of whistles from the rogue knight sent the glowing blade surrounded by bluish-white energy soaring at the mooks, knocking out every single one with hilt-smacks and blade bashes and even the occasional stab with incredible speed. With every short whistle in between, the blade changed direction, knocking out yet another line of mooks where they stood.

Wheeeeeuuuuuuwheetwheeetwheeeeeeeu-whe-whe-wheeeetwheet!

And as quickly as it started, the sword was back by Jaune's side, waiting for further orders in midair as Junior took the chance to frantically look around at all his dazed men still standing...

Right before they all fell unconscious on cue.

...Even the teddy bear guy, who fell over the edge of the elevated turn table to the floor in the background of the club, too.

"Yang, dear. Do the honors?" Jaun-du noted, barely looking over his shoulder at the blonde brawler who only gazed at the club master with an evil grin.

Junior's eyes widened, dropping his weapon as he held out both hands at the blondes in placation, "N-No, wait-!"

Wheeet-woo!

But at Yang's wolf-whistle, the burly man was done for, Jaun-du's sword flying at him hilt-first at blinding speed... and completely obliterating his balls.

And with another trio of happy whistles, Jaun-du recalled the blade to his sheath, turning with his hand up at his temporary partner for a victory high-five.

"Well, I reckon they ain't got-"

"Y'know what? Screw the Ruby thing!" Yang finally interrupted, leaping onto Jaun-du quicker than he could react to straddle him where he stood and send him staggering back on top of the bar counter where she eagerly leaned down to lock his lips with hers.

Up above, an increasingly-concerned Blake was trying to see into the club through the rooftop skylight that an increasingly-concerned Ren was trying to block... to protect the innocent and the guilty.

"Ren, move aside. Was that the signal?"

Refusing to budge, the usually stoic student quickly shook his head with a rare shade of pink on his cheeks.

"N-N-No... uh... um..."

"Ren, we should check. Was it something good? Or something bad?"

"Uh... hmm... ummm, bit o' both?" he reasoned nervously as his gaze darted left and right, settling on that before looking up at the ravenette with what he was absolutely certain would score him the biggest favor Jaune would owe him in the history of bro-hood if it worked, "Y-Yeah, bit o' both!"

A/N: Hehe, done. You can imagine the sword going through the mooks if you insist, just like in the movie. But you know, gotta keep it rated T and stuff...

Wait, GotG was PG-13... holy crap!

Anywho, that's that. More to come soon! Check out my profile, visit my pairing poll, read some more TPS-inspired craziness, have at it! Till next time...

And Happy Reading!

2-14-2016 UPDATE

WHAT THE FLYING CROW!?

So ALL THAT FINALE was to pretty much pit All The Worlds Evils on Beacon while Ozpin was talking to Queen Daka of the Nightsister Clan since the first episode!?

Dang... that was... tantamount in several aspects to both TGG and LDR... okay, then. That was a thing.

*takes deep breath, beginning to regain composure after just finishing finale*

This is good... this is a good thing. Evil has a face, underlings, and a convenient alternate dimension. Equally convenient is the end game... for a certain fic of mine, that makes its ending that much more... palatable.

Indeed, this off season will be prime for story-weaving the rest of these three mains of mine. Like I've always said, your support is appreciated!

TPS, signing out - for real this time...

PS - TGG TURNS 20 WITH THIS CHAPTER

*puts on shades, adopts Johnny Bravo voice*

E'rybody. Do the Monkey wit' me.

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PPS - That's right, say the above part out loud and fast. You've just started beatboxing.

Happy 20th Chapter - and once again, thanks for reading my craziness! :D

The Gamer Girl
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