White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

Somewhere Else, Beolsk

"I..."

"This-"

"You didn't mean any of this!? Ozen, I welcomed you! Into my academy! You killed a boy. Harmed, a member of my Ace Ops! Obliterated, the premises of my school...and you believe that I'm just supposed to let you go?! Even if you didn't intend any of this, the only way you leave this place is in handcuffs."

"Due Process" perked up, and the glares of the figures encountered. Though Ozen remained amused by Ironwood's ramblings, He, was feeling the burden of the situation. His eyes were wide, chest-puffing with malice, speedy yet tempered by the barrel of his revolver. His nose flared with each breath, the zealotism of his ideals hinged on this.

"Ozen, you may not be from here. But let me tell you, Atlas will lead Remnant to an era of safety from the Grimm. No longer will people have to live in fear of a world where death roams their land. A Remnant protected by each other, and if you can't see that, this is your ultimatum."

Finger placed firmly over steel, the two stood defiantly to one another. Although Ironwood's mind was clear, his bullets are frivolous against her, but he had to try. He had to. If his forces didn't stride through within the next minute, he'd have to depend on nothing but skill to see his aspirations.

Or maybe, if Winter was willing to battle, all he'd have to do is buy time for her to wake.

"James, your threats are empty against me. We both know that there's no chance of you winning. I'm far too fond of what you could offer me to lay a finger on you. That said, if I wanted this conversation to be over, I would've ended this by now."

The Sovereign finally gained a semblance of movement, making her path over the residue towards him.

"This power you've bestowed, it's beyond rewarding to me. You were going to question my pins a few minutes ago." Ozen drew closer, far too close. Ironwood shuffled backwards, his heels pressed against the wall, his hand catching the broken glass of the window sill. Blood flowed once more, crossing a final straw for the General.

The barrel flared orange, six shots impaled themselves against the Immovable's skin, and six shots caused zero effect as she only grew closer.

Click. Click. Click. Chamber to Chamber, the inner workings of the revolver wanted to fire. Ironwood wanted to fire. His back was poking against the window sill, and his resolve remained steeled, even in the face of adversity, a visage relishing the power held over the Altesian.

"For someone whos supposed to be a leader, you're not looking very confident right now. These, General Ironwood, are man pins."

Ozen's blackened arms were now on full display, a mixture of beast and muscle, contextualised through engravings of steel spots throughout the limb.

"Each...and...every single one of these, gives me the power of one thousand men. There are one hundred and twenty throughout my body. These are likely the reason for the outburst. The power to withstand and damages, attempting to be contained within a body possessed by thousands."

"You'll be wanting me on your side, General. You intend to brave the abyss of Orth to learn more about your world, but yet, your strongest nearly defeated without my fullest display."

"Let's say I agree to your terms. How long would my sentence last? I assume it'd be quite some time. If we come to an agreement, we could both benefit equally."

Ironwood was in no position to argue, it slowly dawned that despite Ozen being an obstacle capable of surpassing his forces, she was in no sense a threat to his ambitions.

"If...I let you go, you have to do precisely, what I'm about to say."

"I'm listening."

"I will let you roam free from Atlas, only if you never return unless asked to. Secondly, I will set in place a system to contact you. I'm asking that you still provide us with your knowledge. And finally, you'll be taking a bullhead out and far away from my people."