Cutting the Cards: Ace of Spades X Scissorman Crossover (Collab)

Chapter 12: Ace & Scissorman vs RWBY and JNPR (Part 3)

- 3rd Person POV -

The bellowing of smoke and flames died down, and before anyone knew it, the explosion was over. The blown up Bullhead, now in a mess of scraps, was aflame and very much in pieces. Bits of it had flown off in all directions and embedded themselves in other Bullheads. Now, there were a spare few Bullheads that would still work... And Ace knew it.

The coughing Yang and Blake picked themselves up, looking around the field of ashes in an absolute panic, struck by horror.

Blake: "Nora?!"

Called the cat faunus, looking around in desperation. She covered her mouth, almost retching at the sharp smell of acrid smoke, that her more sensitive senses had picked up with far greater ease than Yang, who was looking around and calling out in far too much distress to bother for her own well-being. Her leg was cut and dripping blood.

Yang: "Nora, where are you?! Nora-?!"

She stopped, as she noticed a form of a limp girl several metres away, hammer just a few feet ahead. She absent-mindedly tugged at Blake's shirt, and ran over to the girl, quickly checking her pulse, only to release a hiss.

Yang: "She's alive, but... Her aura, it's... Entirely drained..."

The two started to converse and debate, but not far off, out of the cloud of ashes raining down on the Bullhead platform, one segment of those ashes pulled itself together. Ace fell to his knees, taking a steady breath. He was tired. That was for sure.

His eyes shot up to the Bullhead ahead of him - the one with the missing windshield, that he had managed to hotwire. It was still rumbling, engines ready to start and go. He got up, clumsily, beginning his stumble towards it.

Yang: "Hold it."

Ace paused, lowering his head, and sighed.

Here we go again...

He thought, slowly turning on the spot, to face Yang, and Yang alone. Blake and Nora were gone. Likely scurrying off towards the Academy's medical facilities. Now, it was just Ace, and Yang remaining. Ace and the red-eyed Yang.

Ace: "...last ones standing, huh?"

Yang gave no reply. She raised her hands and cracked one knuckle against the other. One of her shotgun gauntlets had a crack in it. She noticed this, and took it off, shakily. Not quite shaking with ecstasy or fear... No, she was shaking in rage.

Ace eyed her up, with a frown. The last obstacle. This was it... Against the odds, he was so close to escape. But without his weapons, and tired as he was, what hope was there of winning this one? When Yang was in this sort of state, pummelling her would only make her stronger. He'd need something sharp, something penetrative, something that he could use to end this fight in a-

THUNK.

Ace and Yang blinked at each other... Then both looked at it. The giant pair of scissors that had apparently fallen from the sky, and embedded themselves at Ace's feet. After processing that what he was looking at was Tad's weapon: Benevolence, his jaw dropped and he looked up.

Ace: "You little bastard! Are you trying to kill me?!"

He called, only to see nothing... There was a rooftop high above, but no Scissortits. Could he be...?

Ace looked back at Yang, then at the blood-coated Benevolence. Without any hesitation, he drew the large weapon out of the ground, raising it up high. It was surprisingly well balanced. He aimed the point at Yang, whose fists balled, and eyes only darkened.