"Correct me if I've got the wrong individuals," Quartz began, hoping the girl would hear him out, and that his security would hurry. "But during my meeting, I forgot about the interviews and she came early, discovered my armory, and handled my wares without permission." Her eye started to twitch, he'd best get to the point. "I did say she could apply again. Despite my worries none of the weapons were damaged."
"Forget that, I'm looking for a woman named Raven Branwen, former member of team STRQ(Stark). Do you know anything about her?" She asked, eyes less red, probably a good thing...probably.
"Branwen?" He tapped his chin, "The only ones I know other than a Qrow Branwen were a group of Anima scavengers who looted battlefields during the Great War."
"That's... actually the best lead I ever got trying to find her," she muttered.
"Well try finding people that have a bone to pick with her, might even find one that'll accept a bribe of loose change."
"Noted, now why'd you tie up Ruby?" Her eyes were back to a bloody red.
"Uh, I caught her red handed and she was about to bolt," he huffed. "Though I'll admit using aura strings was a tad harsh." She growled unfolding the bracelets into shotgun gauntlets. He sighed dramatically, just as his wrist scroll beeped. "And here I was thinking you'd listen to reason. Though at least I can feel less guilty about running you over."
"Wai-what?" Was all she could say before getting tackled into a tree by a flatbed bot, it's three claws gripped and spun thrice before tossing her to the bottom of the mountain.
"Welp, best roll up my sleeves and prepare my home field advantage." He cocked his head mid-jog at an enraged scream. "I've got eight minutes, twelve if she runs through the traps."
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(Ten minutes later...)
————————————————————"So I'm just seconds away from serving a knuckle sandwich and then that pansy decides 'I'm playing demo derby tonight!' Then that war boy appears–apparently remote control works on big stuff now, gotta look into that later. But at the very top of this long list of stupid things is that he. ruined. my. HAIR!!!" Practically breathing fire upon reaching a glade, her fury reached new heights seeing the now masked peacock leaning beside two statues. "Alright bozo, you better hope you don't eat dirt when the fight starts."
He chuckled creepily. "My name is Fuel Quartz, owner of Recherché Obscurus. You threatened me on my property, ergo I'm exercising my right to protect my home. To summarize Yang Xaio Long, I'm not intending to fight you... I intend to kill you." She froze at the cold admittance. "Now before you try and call my bluff, please take the chance and walk away." His answer was a roar and an explosive bullet, which was blocked by the lizard statue. "Honestly, I blame myself for somehow calling you a coward." He lamented, idly dodging her strikes.
"Stay still so I can hit you!" She growled, throwing a haymaker only for two Rexes to bite her arms. Two more knocked her to the ground and bit her guns.
"Now why would I do that?" The Rexes all fired a dust shard, weighing down her arms with rock and ice. Geode slammed its upper arm onto Yang, following with a tail sweep that golf swung her to Aragon. While flying the turtle statue snapped its jaws and threw her again while shifting its shell, revealing a cannon that fired and slammed her into a tree. Unbeknownst to the shotgun boxer, wisps of aura flowed away from the fight to a cluster of branches.
"Her aura flows inward when struck, meaning she's most likely absorbing something, possibly physical force, and her strength grows but not defense or speed. But why doesn't she start dodging after reaching a desired charge?" He studied, having just lost Geode's right wing arm after blocking a punch. The currently three-armed puppet used its other arm to parry and claw its opponent. "Okay, I'm forming a pitfall nearby, once caught I'll have Aragon fire a water bomb, which the Rexes and Geode will follow up with shock shards and a gravity/wind mix in 3, 2, now!"
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Nebulous treasures
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