RWBY: Legacies

Black and White

"I'm sorry Blake," Eliza says quietly, seeing the utter despair on her friend's face at the White Fang crest emblazoned onto the Bullhead. "Looks like they were the thieves after all..." She turns her focus back to the dock as another figure leaves the Bullhead.

"Hey, what's the hold-up?" From the shadowed ramp of the bullhead steps Roman Torchwick, spreading his arms in annoyance. "Time is money, my fanged friends, so let's pick up the pace." He grins like a Cheshire cat, casually waltzing down to the group of Faunus.

"How come he's not wearing a mask?" Sun wonders aloud, looking at Blake. "Uhh, what are you doing?" He asks her in a strained whisper, seeing she's suddenly tense and sitting upright.

"The White Fang doesn't work with humans. Especially not ones like him." Blake hisses.

"No, Blake, what are you-" But Blake leaps down before Theodore can grab her. He lets out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "She's gonna get herself killed. Come on." He stands up and jumps down after Blake, Surtur leaving his shoulder to take to the air.

"He's probably right," Sun says, looking back to see he is alone, as Eliza is already in action.

Roman is berating one of the White Fang when he suddenly feels cold steel pressed against his throat. "What the- Oh for fu-"

"Nobody move!" Blake shouts, using Roman as a shield as the White Fang draw their weapons. She quickly yanks off her bow, showing the Fang her cat ears. "Brothers and sisters, why are you aiding this scum? Stop taking orders from this rotten excuse for a human and take back your pride as members of The White Fang!" She pleads as a few Faunus lower their weapons.

But Torchwick just laughs.

"Orders? Hah!" He scoffs. "Didn't you get the memo kid? The White Fang and I are joining forces on a business venture. We're partners." He tells her with a smirk, subtly looking over to one of the White Fang members to his left, seeing he has an angle on Blake and giving a quick nod. The Faunus raises his weapon at Blake but stops almost instantly, feeling something poke him in the back.

"Don't." Theodore says calmly, looks over at Blake as the Faunus drops his weapon. "We really need to discuss the plan before you jump in next time," He tells her, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Blake gives him a nod before focusing on Torchwick again. "Tell us what this grand venture is, or I'll put an end to your little operation." She hisses into Towchwick's ear, tugging her blade a little higher up under his chin. He just laughs again, the sound of engines and huge gusts of wind suddenly cascading over them both.

"I'd hardly call it a little operation." Torchwick grins, looking up at the two Bullheads that have just arrived.

"Shit." Theodore and Blake look up at the White Fang ships, Blake's sword relaxing slightly against Torchwick's neck. He seizes his opportunity, flicking open his cane and firing an explosive shot at his feet, which sends Blake flying. He turns his cane towards Theodore, but Surtur darts in and claws at his face, making Torchwick recoil with surprise.

Theodore swiftly knocks out his hostage and takes cover behind his umbrella, a fraction of a second before a hail of bullets rain down upon him. The video display pops up and he sees a sword-wielding Faunus heading for his flank, but an arrow embeds itself in his enemy's knee before he can get close. Eliza has him covered.

More Faunus advance on him, so Theodore decides on a surprise attack, running straight towards the group, umbrella raised. Once he's close, he withdraws the shield and quickly draws his blade; He's outnumbered, but also unexpected, so he manages to slice, thrust, and slash at the terrorists without opposition for a few seconds before they regroup, and all engage him. He quickly realises he and the others are outnumbered at least 5 to 1, the odds rushing through his head as he is forced back on the defensive.