A/N: Woo hoo! First story published in literally years! This crazy stupid idea kept bothering me and that wasn't really something I need during Finals but... oh well. It wasn't as if I was planning on passing or anything.

I'm going to try and upload a chapter a week and see how this goes and see if mah lazy bones can actually stick to a schedule. Hopefully, or not so hopefully, RWBY authors won't suddenly flood the place iwth awesome stories or I may just be too occupied reading their stuff!

:D

Anyways, enuffa me rambling, here's... something!

Today, Jaune thought, was a bit of a bittersweet moment.

Things were going pretty well after Team RWBY and JNPR beat Cinder. Jaune was improving greatly under Pyrrha's tutelage along with a few extra lessons from his other friends. He wasn't the annoying dork that he used to be when he came over to Beacon and was finally able to make friends with Weiss and Blake, who were probably the hardest to make friends with. His grades were steady if not the best all around.

Yeah, everything was going pretty swell.

Until the freaking Wyvern attacked.

Beacon's grounds shook when a fierce roar echoed through the air. No alarm was needed for the students to understand that the school was being attacked. Kids streamed out of classrooms, drawing their weapons in preparation to battle the literal forces of evil. Along with them came the two protagonist teams, who stopped in shock as they threw themselves into a battlefield.

Hundreds of Grimm swarmed through, held back by the wave of students and staff valiantly trying to stem the flood. Nevermore, Boarbatusks, Beowulfs… the whole shebang decided that they had enough of living and decided to throw themselves en masse at Beacon in a suicide rush. The only thing that stopped the residents of Beacon from laughing was an enormous Grimm that blocked out the sun.

It looked ferocious, with its teeth that were the size of a child's forearm, and wings that could have spanned across a Bullhead. It looked sleek and elegant and deadly.

"This is impossible. Drakes and Wyverns don't wander so far into the mainland anymore." Ozpin stood there in shock and wonder at the sight. Oobleck nodded in awe at the sight. "That is correct Ozpin. This thing of beauty usually resides deep in the Grimmlands. What luck!"

Ozpin's lips pressed together. "Yes. What luck it is to have this monstrosity bearing down on our students." Oobleck at least had the grace to look sheepish at the sarcastic comeback. Professor Goodwitch hasn't wasted anytime in talking, instead creating spikes out of Dust and particles to assault the dragon.

For something that was the size of a house, it was more agile than it looked. It weaved through many of the projectiles, incinerating the ones that it couldn't dodge.

As the professors were trying to figure out how to bring down the beast and the students were trying to push back the waves of monsters, Jaune froze after killing a particularly small Ursa.

Dovah…

Something niggled in the back of his mind, barely noticeable if it wasn't for the persistence of the sound. Jaune pulled out of the frontlines and looked up at the creature in the sky that blasted out fire and ice and fury down into the crowds. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone here was basically a superhero, there would've been a massive amount of casualties by now.

"Pyrrha, Nora, Ren!" Jaune called out to grab their attention. "We need to take it down!" He pointed Crocea Mors at the Wyvern. Pyrrha, in all her untouchable Spartan glory, hesitated.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked uncertainly. "The teachers seem to be trying to take it down already, and it seems to be very difficult to kill."

"I know," Jaune said. "but I just have a feeling okay?" Pyrrha still looked unsure, and was going to argue before the Wyvern turned its attention on Jaune. It's beady red eyes looked at Jaune, then noticed the sword that he carried. It opened its jaws and roared, making the ground shake. Jaune swore that even the clouds looked like they were vibrating.

Dovahkiin, it seemed to say, which rang in Jaune's mind like a bell. Jaune raised his shield and screamed out a challenge on instinct, which caused the Wyvern to fold its wings into itself and dive towards Jaune. The people around him screamed in brief terror before evacuating the area around him. Jaune himself dove to the left as the Wyvern crashed into the ground. What should have been a smooth roll became a stumble and a clumsy recovery as the ground quaked. Jaune didn't let it deter him as he banged on his shield to draw its attention.

That's it…

Embrace it…

The Wyvern turned its head before it was peppered with gunfire from Miló, Sunflower, and Crescent Rose. It turned its head to roar at the annoyances before whipping its head the other way, getting hit with a grenade from Magnhild. Even the grenade didn't do anything but distract it however. It blasted fire into teams RWBY and JNPR, causing them to scatter or risk being roasted. Jaune took that time to get closer to the Wyvern and struck with as much strength as he could.

Crocea Mors glowed a brief yellow before cutting through the layers of scales. The monstrosity wailed and lashed out with its arms, which also flared its wings out enough to clip Jaune before he could pull up his shield. He fell to the side for a brief moment, stunned at the hit and unable to process the fact that the mouth of the Wyvern was quickly approaching his head.

"Jaune!" Weiss shouted before creating a glyph that pushed him out of the way just in time. The creature roared in frustration, blasting another sheet of fire across the ground. More Dust spikes rained down on its hide, causing the monster to turn and blast an icy beam towards the offending witch.

Jaune took the opportunity to stumble back onto his feet and slashed its torso again, cutting deep and causing the Wyvern to once again lash out in pain. Luckily, Jaune was ready this time and hid behind his shield.

This was something Pyrrha trained into him thousands of times, saving his life on multiple occasions against enemies. What it didn't account for, however, was weight.

You see, blocking was a good thing to do with forces that you could handle. For a Hunter-in-training, that was a lot of force.

An enormous Wyvern's leg, possibly weighing more than two trucks put together, going several miles per hour, wasn't a lot of force.

It was an ass ton of force.

Again Jaune went flying, only to be caught by Blake's ribbon stretched out between her and Yang.

"Thanks." Jaune panted out, thoroughly winded at this point.

Ruby dropped next to him, settling Crescent Rose and firing off some rounds to keep the beast occupied.

"How'd you do that?!" She asked.

"Do what?"

"Hurt it!" Ruby pointed at the two long jagged lines that ran across the Wyvern's body. "We've been throwing everything we've got at it and it was barely hurt. Your sword cut through it like butter though."

Huh. Ruby wasn't wrong.

Jaune looked at his sword. Nope, it was still the same old Crocea Mors with its dinks and chips. He glanced over at the Wyvern, who was slowly making its way towards Jaune and the group. Its eyes were up to the brim with hatred, as if nothing in the world mattered except killing the boy in front of it.

Jaune brandished his sword again, ready to take the Wyvern head on.

Take it…

Destroy it…

Professor Goodwitch dropped by Jaune, practically appearing from nowhere and scaring the literal crap out of him.

"Holy…" Jaune swore, managing to cut off before digging himself into a deeper pit in front of the teacher.

"Mr. Arc, it seems as if the Grimm wants to kill you." Goodwitch said calmly, while levitating several more pieces of debris.

No kidding, Jaune wanted to say, but opted for more practical use of his time. "I have a plan."

Goodwitch nodded. "I would certainly hope so Mr. Arc, or else you may not live for tomorrow's lessons."

Ignoring the brief consideration of 'hey, maybe dying isn't all that bad,' Jaune called for Ruby, Blake, and Nora to cover the Wyvern with bullets. He asked Pyrrha to borrow Akoúo and tossed it over to Yang. Borrowing a page from initiation, he jumped on the shield while yelling instructions to Weiss, and was blasted sky high. Ignoring the overwhelming need to throw up, as it would serve no purpose but to demoralize everyone it touched, Jaune aligned himself perfectly with the increasingly irate Wyvern, who was still trying to eat the puny humans firing their puny pellets at it.

At the peak of Jaune's boost, a glyph formed underneath his feet and propelled him to speeds comparable to Ruby using her semblance.

Do it…

DESTROY IT!

In a flash of a second and a roar of anger, the blade buried itself into the Wyvern's skull, causing it to recoil and toss Jaune, once again, away from it.

Ren, using his mastery of Aura, created a quick bed for Jaune to fall onto as Nora unfolded Magnhild is glee.

"Nora, Boop it!" Jaune screamed out, causing a squeal of glee from Nora before she pounced, somersaulting one, twice before bashing the hammer onto the hilt of Crocea Mors, effectively driving it through the head of the monster like a staple gun.

And just like that, the Wyvern collapsed, dead under the abuse of the eight Hunters-in-training.

In that instant the other Grimm rose in confusion, before quickly turning to run away back into the forests. The school cheered in happiness, celebrating the victory as Grimm parts started to dissolve.

The two teams surrounded Jaune to congratulate him on a job well done for leading them all, which he took with a few bashful grins and thank yous before moving to retrieve Crocea Mors, which was buried underneath the mass of the Wyvern.

Pyrrha's eyebrows gathered together in confusion.

"Why isn't it dissolving…" She murmured in wonder.

Jaune ignored the question and got closer and closer to the body.

Claim it…

It's yours…

TAKE it.

Without another word, Jaune touched the snout of the Wyvern.

Instantly, the body started to flake apart, revealing a soft orange glow underneath. Before anyone else could react, strands of light streamed towards Jaune and hit him right in the chest.

With a strangled cry, Jaune took in the essence of the Wyvern. Flashes of memories that weren't his came into his mind.

Fire

Death

Superiority

As Jaune fell to his knees, he could hear the faint sound of his friends calling his name, and footfalls getting closer and closer. Beneath all of that was a growl that only got louder and louder until it drowned everything else out.

Then he heard nothing.