Chapter 75: Team Battle

Chapter 75: Team Battle

DISCLAIMER: This story is NOT MINE IN ANY WAY. That honor has gone to the beautiful bastard Ryugii. This has been pulled from his Spacebattle publishment. Anyway on with the show...errr read.

Team Battle

"Ozpin, you mind staying on the line?" I asked, glancing down to the scroll at my belt even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Might need some advice when the fighting starts."

"Of course, Jaune," The headmaster answered quietly, traces of worry slipping into his tone. He knew better than anyone what I was probably about to walk into, so that wasn't very encouraging, but I suppose I wouldn't have believed him if he told me it wasn't going to be dangerous. The other Hunters had apparently been quiet while I'd moved through the town, but whatever they were up to now

"Onyx?" Levant carried the words down to his ears.

"Like I said, I got underground the moment I realized what was happening. I didn't get a chance to see who got taken, buteveryone on your mom and dad's teams were major badasses, kid. Proceed with extreme caution."

"Of course," I nodded. Really, that was just stating the obvious; even so, I appreciated the concern.

But Onyx wasn't done.

"Jaune," He said seriously. "There's no way of knowing who might be there or how many of them wereI don't know. And you're strong, kid. Hella strong. I don't know what your parents have been feeding you, but whatever it was, they obviously knew what they were doing raising you. But if it's against a whole team of Hunters"

"I know," I said quietly. "But we can't very well just let them do whatever they want, can we?"

Onyx blew out a breath and I suspected he was shaking his head.

"No," He answered. "No, I guess we can't. Do you need me to come up?"

"Not yet," I replied. "No offense, but I think you're more useful to us in the ground right nowand there's too much risk in you rising, anyway. Are you below the area already?"

"Will be in a second or two," He said. "I can feel some people above me, but there's only so much I can tell from down here. You need something specific?"

"Not yet," I frowned as I ran, circling the outskirts of the area as I plotted my approach. "Gonna check things out first, see what's going on. Might need someone to evacuate people quickly, might need some help restructuring the battlefield; just be ready for whatever happens. I have Ozpin in my ear still, so I'm not completely alone in this and I'll tell you if there's anything you can do to help."

"Be careful up there, kid," Onyx sounded serious.

"I'll give it my best effort," I promised him. "Tell me when you're in position and I'll move in."

"Give me just a second, okay? My Aura takes a while to flow through the earth. Let me get this area under control now and I'll be able to do a lot more for you if anythingyou know"

"Got it," I nodded and turned my focus to preparing myself for the fight ahead. "Just tell me when you're ready, Onyx."

I took stock of myself one last time. Though I'd turned off the White Tiger of the West so it didn't conceal anything while Ozpin checked me for signs of infection, I turned both it and the title of the same name on when Onyx submerged again. All my usual skills were already active and supported by my massive MP regen, so that wasn't a real concern right now either.

But there was one thing left to decide. Right now, thanks to the title I wore, I stood as Jian Bing. Though Crocea Mors was still in his sword form at my side, it would only take a matter of moments to shift it into the form of my gauntletsbut I hesitated, considering.

The title 'White Tiger of the West' gave me a one hundred percent increase to the damage and defense of all White Tiger skills and a fifty percent reduction in their cost. Furthermore, the White Tiger's Star altered my appearance to be more in line withI assumedthat of the real Jian Bing, as well as conferring other bonuses like the prehensile tail, the night vision, claws, ability to move easily on all fours, and a few minor stat increases. More than the mechanical benefit, however, the change in appearance could be advantageous here; because Conquest didn't automatically share memories between his various host bodies, it was possible that none of them would see Jian Bing coming, which might give me an extra edge in surprise. Of course, it was also possible that Conquest had shared that information before sending his other selves into the village, butit was still something to consider.

At the very least, I was sure Conquest's division was something I could exploit somehow. He knew a lot, but he didn't know everythingand his bodies could still be ignorant of things other parts of him were aware of. I had abilities they had no way of knowing about, Jian Bing being one of them, and if I played my cards right it was possible I could take several of Conquest's taken by surprise, hunting them down one by one.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Assuming, of course, that they didn't just try to rip me limb from limb, which could be a problem. I figured it was safe to assume that Conquest had told at least the other Hunters that he wanted me alive, for whatever reason, but I had no way of knowing what he might have told them beyond that. So while it was quite possible that none of them knew I was Jian Bing, that was a sword that could cut both waysthe upside, of course, was that they might not know know I was Jian Bing, wouldn't see me coming, and might even hesitate at a crucial moment or do something foolish. On the other hand, they wouldn't know I was Jaune Arc in that case and might not hesitate to kill me. If I appeared as Jian Bing, they may just access their hosts memories, see me as a terrorist, and try to feed me my own entrails.

Beyond which, while the change in appearance was certainly very useful, I would have been a fool to just ignore the mechanics behind the titles. The White Tiger of the West gave me several major advantages in the cost reduction and offense increase, along with a somewhat less useful doubling of all White Tiger defenses, which mainly amounted to improving the White Tiger's Hide. Which, while nothing to sneeze at, was far from my best defensive techniqueand while I could rely on the White Tiger's offensive powers in battle, I didn't trust the White Tiger's Hide alone to keep me safe; that's why I layered my defenses in the first place, after all.

But the White Tiger of the West, while my most often used title, was not my only one, and I had other options to consider. Elementalist, though profoundly useful, I discarded out of hand because Grimm Slayer was a better choice at a time like thisand accomplished the same thing, at least against Grimm. The increase to beneficial status effects should improve my Elemental Affinities and it also boosted my offense and defense by sixty percent against the Grimm. All offense and defense. While I'd probably be relying on the White Tiger style as my main form of attack, it would boost everything I supplemented it with as well, while also improving my many defensive techniques. And when I remembered what my parents' teams had done to the Grimm just a short while ago

Well, I felt pretty good about the whole improved defense idea. The lack of a cost reduction was a bit more of an issue, butwell, I was prepared to piss Dust if it meant getting through this alive. All told, it really seemed like my best bet. As long as I fought as myself, it meant I'd keep what I was pretty sure was my biggest advantagethat I was fighting an enemy who didn't want me deadand considering who I was fighting, I'd say that was a pretty damn big advantage. Even for the benefits of the White Tiger style's strongest title and the comforting familiarity of my Jian Bing persona, I wasn't sure I wanted to throw that away. Everything they had to hold back was to my advantage here.

With a deep breath and slide of my finger, I watched white hair turn blonde. After a moment, I smiled ruefully and shook my head. Funny that it was only against other Hunters that I seemed to fight as Jaune Arc.

"Kid?"

"I'm here, Onyx," I answered promptly. "You ready?"

"Late as hell, kind of beaten up, and without a date," Onyx ticked off. "Sounds like most of the dances I went to at Beacon. Let's get this party started."

I smiled a bit at the attempt to interject some humor into the situation, despite his bleak tone.

"Roger that," I answered. "Starting party."

A moment later, I was gone, speeding across the rooftops with all the speed I could muster. When I drew close enough that buildings no longer blocked my sight, I saw who was fighting and noted their faces calmly.

On one side, Ren and Nora, both looking like a building had collapsed on them. Which, considering they were standing beside a collapsed building, was quite possible. Sweat dripped down Ren's face as he held his hands out in front of him, a transparent shield all that stood between him and the onslaught being directed his way. Nora stood several steps behind him, eyes wide and darting even as she fired her grenade launcher. She looked like a mixture of terrified, confused, and enraged and it was easy to see why.

In front of them, pounding on Ren's shield with blows that shattered the ground beneath them was a mostly-mutated Lie Hui. The humble clothes he'd worn before were gone, replaces by heavy looking plates of bone armor. Red marking painted hexagonal shapes across his chest and back, leading up to his maska plain, featureless white expanse, but for four eyeholes. He struck at his grandson again and again in complete silence, bearing the brunt of Nora's grenades without so much as a grunt of pain. Ren's grandfather had been taken and unlike my dad, he as trying to kill him.

Sadly, that wasn't the worst part. Standing idly down the street, simply watching the proceedings, were two of the most mutated taken I'd seen so far. One stood over either feet tall, entire body encased in what seemed to be a mobile colossus of ice, limbs to thin for something its size but still massive. The only sign of the creature within was the masked face on its chest, with three eyes in a row on one side and two on the other with a space between them. Spikes ringed the mask, driving deeply into the ice around it, but the rest of its body was just a warped shadow in the ice.

"So you plan to make him go through you if he wants to try?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Because in case you haven't noticed, he doesn't seem to have a problem with that idea right now. Get out of here, Ren; I'll think of something. This is too dangerous for you."

He shook his head again.

"I know the risks, but I'm not afraid of them," Ren said, words calmly firm. "Not if it means protecting my home. Besides which, even if you can save him, my grandfather would never forgive himself if he hurts anyone while he's like this. I can hold him off, at least for a little whilegive you time to focus on the others."

"I appreciate the thought," I told him honestly. "But it's still a stupid idea. You think he'd forgive himself for killing you instead? To say nothing of the risk of infection. All it takes is for one thing to go wrong, he infects you, and suddenly I have to worry about you as well, Ren. Get out of here."

"Do you think he hasn't tried?" Ren asked. "Your master must have taught you well, but so did my grandfather. Don't underestimate the students of Xuan Wu, White Tiger. I can protect myself for a while."

Recognizing the name, I glanced back at him, honestly surprised, but

"How long?" I wondered, Observing him carefully.

"Long enough," He said as if the words meant more than they did. "Always long enough."

"This isn't a game," I said, perhaps a bit ironically. "You screw up once, you won't get a chance screw up again, and people will probably die. Are you that confident in your skill that you won't be taken?"

"Yes," He said quietly. "I know what's at stakethat's why I have to do everything I can, for him and the others. And you, Jaune? Are you sure you won't be infected fighting them?"

"I'm immune," I said. I didn't add 'probably' or 'more or less', though I kind of wanted to. I did, however, nod in acceptance. "Fine. Distract your grandfather, then, and I'll help you when I can. And you, Nora? Are you the heir of some secret ancient martial art that'll keep you safe, too?"

"I'm just good at hitting things," She shook her head before pausing. "And shooting grenades at things. But if there's anything I can"

I took a deep breath and weighed my options. There was a part of me, a large part of me, that wanted to insist they both go away. Even Ren, despite his words, was far weaker than his grandfatherI just didn't give the student great odds against the master, here. Nora, without even whatever defense Ren apparently had, was at even more risk. But

But the honest truth was that we were screwed as all hell and I couldn't afford to be picky. I did need the help, because I really didn't give myself good odds against all three of these guys. I wasn't entirely sure I'd be able to beat them one on one, even. So

"Okay," I said. "Okay, fine. See the ice guy over there? Keep him busy for a while. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of use that can even get near Carmine, so she's mine. You guys justjust make sure they're distracted and I'llI'll do what I can to help."

I took a deep breath, reaching out to my Elementals.

"Levant," I said. "Suryasta, Vulturnus, Xihai. I need you."

My Elementals appeared before me, those who were busy elsewhere splitting themselves as necessary. Lightning and flames spilt from my hands to make bodies for their respective Elementals, whilst Xihai rose from the dirt, drawing water from the ground and moisture from the air. Levant simply appeared beside me, ready to fight. With a silent thought, the girls moved to stand beside Nora and the boys beside Ren, giving them silent support.

"They'll help you," I told the other two humans. "Just"

Try not to die? Try not to worse-than-die? Don't mess up?

I really wasn't sure what to say so I just stopped and took a step forward.

"Have we decided who's fighting who, then?" Keppel asked, expressionless mask somehow still giving the impression of amusement.

"We have," I said. "Thank you for being patient."

Keppel's ice body shrugged.

"If you're here, I'm guessing that's your Mom fighting Jack back there," His ice colossus twitched a finger in the general direction I'd come from. "So it's not like we lose anything from waiting, right? Every second you waste here brings you a second closer to losing everything, so why rush?"

I didn't rise to the bait, but remained cautious and focused on my decided target.

Keppel just chuckled, clicking icicle fingers on his glacier of a body.

"You want to play with the missus first, eh?" He asked. "You're lucky I'm not the jealous type, Jaune. Still, you think you can handle an experienced woman, kiddo? Because I think she's gonna chew you up and spit you out."

"I'll take my chances," I said quietly, making him chuckle again.

"Ambitious," He sounded amused. "I like that. Don't be too hard on the poor boy, love."

"I'll be gentle," Carmine whispered, human hand letting go off her transformed arm as she strode forward. I braced myself, watching her closely as I edged forward in turn

My senses cried out in warning and I was in the air as her long arm flashed out with speed that even I had a hard time tracking. Even jumping the moment I saw her move, it still caught me, passing through my right knee and left ankle with no more difficulty then it had the air on either side of them. I landed on the ground a few feet away, stumbling slightly at the searing pain and momentary absence I felt, before glancing down with one set of eyes to confirm I was still in one piece. I relaxed slightly.

Yes, as I'd thought, I was the only one of us with a chance of getting near Carmine.

"Jack said you could take a hit," Carmine said, arm retracting from its elongated form into a strange looking, segmented arm. As she did, her other hand drew her sword, twirling it deftly. It was hard to tell with solid red eyes, but I suspected she'd seen her blade hit me and was looking at the lack of wounds.

"That's me," I confirmed, healing myself before rising as if nothing had happened. "I take a licking and I keep on ticking."

"That's good," She mused. "Because he also said I could chop you to pieces as many times as I wanted, so long as I was careful to leave you alive."

"Good luck with that," I snorted. "I have it on good authority that cutting me up stops being fun really fast."

"No need to worry about me," She assured and I was pretty sure she was smiling behind her mask. "If it comes to that, I'll just have to make my own fun."