rwby · volume 4 · post beacon · war torn · ruby rose · tyrian callows · Jaune Arc · Nora Valkyrie · Lie Ren · Qrow Branwen
The air is thick with dust and the acrid scent of gunpowder. Broken cobblestones litter the ground, scarred by claw marks and hammer blows. Tyrian laughs, a high, manic sound that echoes off the ruined walls. He stalks toward Ruby, who lies defenseless, her Crescent Rose just out of reach. Nora is sprawled nearby, groaning. Jaune struggles to rise, shield cracked. Ren's StormFlowers click empty. Qrow coughs, leaning on his sword. Tyrian's shadow falls over Ruby. "Such a pretty little rose," he purrs, reaching down. Then, a new sound cuts through—a heavy, rhythmic thud, growing louder. you's breath catches. What steps out of the smoke?