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The Guild of Gamers: The Planeswalker
Chapter 11: Alliance
— Ozpin —
"I must say, it's quite the surprise to see you again, Miss Branwen," Ozpin greeted as Raven stared daggers into him. Qrow glared at his wayward twin, arms crossed and suspicion clear on his face despite her decision to assist him against the creatures Noire's grimoire had identified as Gnolls.
Team CFVY were shaken but alive, having fought hard and fought well to help the villagers escape the Gnolls. Many had died, but Coco and her team had taken it from a complete wipe to only a fraction of the village dying to Sabina's forces.
"Yeah, I thought you were too busy playing bandit queen with the tribe and making the world worse to waste your time with us 'naive fools',' Qrow added.
"The Branwen Tribe is gone," Raven started, her blunt words making both of them freeze. Noire seemed a little lost, lacking the context.
"What?!" Qrow asked, stepping forward. Despite having long since cut off contact with his former tribe, the idea that they had been wiped out clearly hit him hard. "How?"
"She called herself Cinder Fall, arriving and demanding that we submit and join her Queen. She had a horde of Grimm under her control. I thought she meant Salem, and refused," Raven admitted, as Qrow and Ozpin shared a look. "Don't give me that look. I didn't leave your impossible cause to join that bitch either. I fought Cinder and almost beat her, before she… transformed. I couldn't even hit her afterwards. I only survived because she was toying with me. Once she made it clear I was outmatched, she turned her attention onto the tribe."
"And you fled, abandoning the tribe to save your own skin," Qrow spat.
"Should I have died with them? The Grimm weren't killing them, just dragging them into these…. portals Cinder created," Raven explained. "And don't judge me, brother. The only difference between us is that you abandoned the tribe years ago, and for something far more foolish than self preservation."
"Cinder must be rather powerful if you couldn't defeat her even with your Maiden powers," Ozpin muses as he sipped his drink. Raven and Qrow froze, her eyes narrowing angrily before she relaxed.
"She was. She knew I was the Spring Maiden as well, claiming she had been sent to collect us. If she knows about me, she almost certainly knows about Amber and Fria as well," Raven pointed out, as Ozpin nodded in agreement.
"Your magic is… unique, even compared to what I've seen in this world. I can see the similarities between your magic and Amber's. I suspect Sabina, or one of her minions, simply used a form of divination magic to locate you," Noire added, pleased to have something to add to this conversation.
"Sabina?" Raven asked, frowning. "So that's this new Queen?"
Ozpin took another drink, frowning for a moment before he began to explain to Raven the current situation. Raven listened, scowling. The last time he'd told her about an evil queen whose name started with S, it didn't go so well, but he was nothing if not optimistic.
"Father told me that Sabina can't focus her attention on Remnant, so it sounds like this Cinder is someone she recruited to handle her affairs on this world while she focuses on the multi-dimensional war she's waging," Noire muses. "But how is she controlling the Grimm?"
"The woman who attacked Amber before used a weird beetle Grimm to do it," Qrow pointed out. "Did Sabina poach Salem's minion? What did Cinder look like?"
Raven's description of the golden-eyed woman in a red dress made Qrow grunt.
"That's how Amber described her attacker. So, is Salem working with Sabina?" Qrow asked, the room going silent before Ozpin shook his head.
"I believe I know Salem well enough to say that such a thing is… unlikely. It is more likely that Cinder has simply swapped masters, stealing some of Salem's Grimm in the process," Ozpin answered, remembering Noire's magic turning the Grimm on each other during the initiation. "For now, we should assume they are not working together."
"So, what's the plan, Oz? If they're after Maidens, two of them are right here," Qrow pointed out. "How's it feel to know you put such a big target on yourself?"
Raven ignored her brother's pointed question with practised ease, acting as if he wasn't there at all.
"I will warn James of this development, as the Winter Maiden remains secure in Atlas. But the Summer Maiden has been missing for several generations at this point," Ozpin said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. He'd looked for her multiple times at this point, over multiple lives, to no avail.
Was it the Maidens or the Relics Sabina was after? The Relics still held power even if the Gods had been slain. The easiest way to confirm that the Brother Gods had indeed died would be to gather the four Relics together and attempt to summon them once more.
Without the Summer Maiden, accessing the Relic of Destruction would be difficult, but he had been the one to create the vaults. It was not impossible, especially if he took Noire's offer to recover his withered magic through her tantric empowerment.
But why would Raven return? She had made her opinion clear previously, and he did not believe she'd saved Qrow out of any lingering affection. It was simply not how Raven worked.
His eyes moved to Noire, before he let out a knowing sigh, causing Raven to stiffen and glare at him challengingly. Ah, that was it. She'd been spying on them, of course. She wanted to run again, and simply fleeing to the wilds of Anima wasn't enough, so she wanted to flee this world entirely. And she likely hoped to empower herself more first, so Noire was her goal.
Cowards were fairly easy to understand, in truth.
"I'm going to try and find or craft a spell to detect demonic or devil magic. It should give us some warning of when and where they are invading," Noire added with a frown. "Sabina talked a good game, but for someone who claimed we had no chance, her first strike was rather lackluster. I don't think she can move forces between worlds quite as easily as she would like us to think."
"That would explain why she wants minions from this world, Grimm and idiots alike," Qrow agreed with a scowl. "But if she's looking for Maidens, they're going to come here. Assuming you don't plan on running away again, Raven. Care to take your chances on your own?"
Raven didn't deem his taunt worthy of a response, once again ignoring him. Ozpin didn't think they'd like him pointing out that they were acting exactly as they had as first years.
"Qrow has a point, Miss Branwen. If Cinder pursued you once, she is likely to do so again. With our world under attack, our best and only chance is to stand as one," Ozpin pointed out, getting an almost disgusted scoff. "You are welcome to rejoin us here at Beacon."
"For now," Raven grunted.
"Maybe you can even talk to your daughter. You know, the one you abandoned," Qrow added, unable to stop himself. Despite her attempts to ignore him, that got a response out of her as Raven snapped her head toward him.
"It was kinder than what you did. Because it wasn't enough to lose Summer to this endless war, you and Taiyang raised the girls to want to throw their lives away for the same cause," Raven spat, her hand moving to her weapon before she relaxed.
"You fled years before anything happened to Summer," Qrow retorted.
"Because I could see the writing on the wall, and knew that staying meant that my life would be thrown away on this… endless marital spat. A shame the rest of you were too blind to see it," Raven scoffed.
"Speaking of marital spats, I'm sure Taiyang would love to see you again," Qrow added.
"And why would I have any desire to see him? He was quick to replace me, and he's grown utterly pathetic over the years," Raven replied coldly. As Qrow began to provoke her again, Noire slapped her hand onto Ozpin's desk.
"Enough, please. Qrow, stop needling your sister. There's more at stake here than whatever bad blood is clearly between you," Noire scolded, looking all too much like Glynda as she did so. "Raven, if you wish to ally with us during this literal apocalypse, it might help to not be so utterly abrasive."
"Tch. Yeah, yeah," Qrow grunted, taking a swig of his flash.
"I didn't start it, I simply refuse to sit and silently accept his barbs," Raven argued, before scowling. "But you are right, this is more important than his childishness."
Qrow almost responded immediately, but Noire's stare silenced him as he crossed his arms and looked away from Raven. Honestly, had these two matured at all since their time in Beacon?
"Thank you, Noire. Glynda will be pleased to know that you substituted for her well," Ozpin teased lightly, getting a quiet laugh from Noire. Glynda herself was busy with Team CFVY and frankly, she didn't want to deal with the Branwen twins. Glynda had enough trouble dealing with Qrow's attitude and knew that the return of Raven would only make matters worse. "As for our plan going forward, I will speak to James and the other headmasters. Raven, your Semblance may be of use going forward for rapid deployment."
"It doesn't work like that, and you know it. I can portal to people I have a connection with, and all but one of them is currently in Beacon," Raven pointed out as Ozpin shared a look with Noire who gave him a nod.
"Aww, you do care about Taiyang," Qrow added, before Noire muttered something and gestured with her hands. Qrow went to speak as the light engulfed him, but nothing came out much to Raven's amusement.
"No, fool. I care about Vernal, one of the tribe. She was taken by Cinder, and I can't link to her. I can feel that she's alive, but my Semblance can't reach her," Raven explained.
"Perfect, Miss Branwen. You may not realise it, but as long as Vernal remains alive then you've given us a way to potentially strike back at them," Noire cut in. "Your Semblance doesn't work like that, and you can't reach Vernal, yet. I theorised with Professor Ozpin that with enough use of my tantric empowerment I could improve the abilities of a Semblance."
Raven went quiet, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Noire with a cold, analysing stare before she nodded.
"Despite Qrow's words, I don't intend to abandon my tribe unless there is truly nothing I can do. I couldn't beat Cinder, but if I can get to them, I will rescue them from whatever Cinder and her master have planned for them," Raven agreed.
Qrow was desperately trying to say something, but Ozpin could read lips well enough to know that it was just a crude comment about how that empowerment was done and gestured for Noire to leave him silenced.
Truly, Glynda would have sold her soul years ago for this particular aspect of Noire's powers. Ozpin could think of a few dozen times the ability to take away Qrow's talking privileges would have helped as well.
"I see being a leader has taught you something, at least," Ozpin added, getting an annoyed look from Noire, a glare from Raven and a pleased smirk from Qrow. Okay, that one was probably unnecessary as he took another sip from his drink. "Qrow, why don't you show her to the professor's quarters. We have some spare rooms she can use. Noire, I believe Qrow will require his voice back."
As Noire clicked her fingers, Qrow let out a grunting sound before sighing.
"Fucking magic,' he mumbled. "Come on, Ray. Welcome back to Beacon- okay, stop with the glaring. That one wasn't even that bad."
"Raven. Do not shorten my name," Raven growled. Again, he could have sworn he heard those exact words when they had been first years. "We will speak later, Noire."
"Of course," Noire agreed as she watched them leave. Even before the elevator closed, the pair were already arguing again and Ozpin just sighed. "Troublesome."
"That is putting it lightly," Ozpin agreed. "On the bright side, your buffs likely saved the lives of Miss Adel and her team."
"I know. Which means, given the massively increased danger Sabina and her forces represent, I need to ensure that any team, students or professional, has it," Noire agreed with a frown. Ozpin appreciated her getting the admittedly less than subtle hint.
"Thank you. I'll arrange for teams in Vale to stop by Beacon, when possible," Ozpin said gratefully as he considered how this would change things. "Until we know the depths of this invasion, we'll need to keep things under wraps. Negative emotions draw Grimm, and word of Sabina and her declaration would no doubt cause Grimm to swarm to Vale. We need to act as if business is normal until we have a better understanding of her forces and her ability to deploy them."
"We'll need to work to ensure that your magic is as strong as possible, going forward," Noire pointed out as he sighed. "Most men don't find the idea of being with me so troubling."
That got a laugh from him, seeing that she was only teasing.
"It has… been a while for me," Ozpin admitted, trying to remember the last time he made love to another. It wasn't in this lifetime, of that he was sure. The war against Salem, ever present and ever pushing humanity back further and further, consumed his time and once you'd seen your loved ones die of old age from eyes they didn't recognise, it became hard to find the… will to take another. Nor was he one for casual sex.
"Something tells me that such a statement means a lot more for you than it does for most," Noire said sympathetically. "But that doesn't change the fact that it's necessary. We have two Maidens, Megumin, Wiz and Yunyun, myself and you. We can only assume that Sabina has far more in the way of magical forces."
"And it is… unbecoming of me to complain about needing to… put out for the cause, given the nature of your own powers," Ozpin agreed, gratitude clear on his face.
"I believe this to be my father's funny little way of 'corrupting' me. My mother told me that he is an extreme hedonist, and the powers he no doubt had an effect on are very sexual in nature," Noire explained with a cute frown. "Irritating, but I am not so petty as to not make the most of them. If we are to fight Sabina and her empowered forces, any empowerment of our own will help tip the scales in our favour."
"Do you think we can win this?" Ozpin asked, in a rare moment of honest worry. He had never been able to admit the impossibility of defeating Salem, Raven had reminded him of that. Admitting that their battle may be unwinnable, that they were only delaying the inevitable, was the surest way to lose your support.
"I do," Noire admitted. "I may not know my father that well, but Sabina clearly does. He pushed me to come here to counter her plans for domination. I've considered how exactly he believes this is beatable if she has the forces he claims, and I have come up with a theory."
"Oh?" Ozpin asked, curious.
"I am a Planeswalker, like my father. Travelling between worlds is as easy as breathing to me. In the same vein, you saw that I have no issue bringing multiple people along with me," Noire started, getting a nod from him. "So, if she is capable of doing so much then why wouldn't she bring more than this smattering of forces? Why the reliance on grimm, a local monster? Why does she use an avatar rather than simply coming here herself? If she is truly as strong as I believe, she could have arrived in person and killed us both with relative ease. My current belief is that moving between planes is far more difficult for her, essentially bottlenecking her and her forces. My father was very certain that Sabina 'is needed in the hells'. If she has to open the portals herself, and she's truly waging a war on multiple worlds at once?"
"She can't come here, because then she'd be stopping her invasion of all the other worlds," Ozpin finished. "But that means we need to watch out for any attempts for her to open up a pathway between our world and the hells. It is possible that the relics, in the wrong hands, could do exactly that."
And who would Cinder need for the relics? The Maidens.
"And my father mentioned that she's hoping to use the people of Remnant, and likely the Grimm, as fodder for her war. She mentioned Aura herself, and an interest in the souls of Remnant. She can't risk sending too much into Remnant otherwise it will become a matter of losing more than she gained," Noire continued.
"So she recruits locals and turns the Grimm, an existing threat, to her own ends," Ozpin stated, his hope rising somewhat since he'd heard of the Brother Gods' deaths. "If she simply empowers agents rather than attacking herself, she limits the costs while making the prizes more worthwhile."
"She talks a big game, but I can only hope that she cannot quite back it up. We have to believe that she knows that the Grimm are drawn by negative emotions and demoralising us could get them to do her work for her," Noire agreed before sighing. "At least, that is my best attempt to keep myself optimistic about our chances. I am not one to turn tail and run."
Ozpin let out a small, dry laugh at that, well aware of that particular feeling.
"So, tell me. Which Relic do you think would be the most dangerous in the hands of the enemy?" Noire asked, watching him pause in consideration.
"The Relic of Destruction could destroy a Kingdom if used incorrectly, or worse… correctly. The Relic of Creation has made portals to other dimensions before. Destruction is below Shade and requires the Summer Maiden to open, and Creation is in Atlas. It keeps their city floating. If she could steal it, she'd wipe out the strongest kingdom and gain a tool to create whatever she needs, in one move," Ozpin answered after a moment. While the Relic didn't need to be in Atlas, James would never accept moving it away from their security because if it was ever used it would stop generating the endless energy that kept Atlas in the air. "I shall warn both Headmasters of our enemy's likely intentions. Miss Branwen has a point that Fria is likely a target. The Winter Maiden is an old woman now, mostly kept alive by Atlas' medical technology. An assassin's knife is a far more severe threat than an outright attack for her."
Fria, despite her age, was still likely the strongest Maiden alive. She could gather the strength to fight when she needed to, but spent much of her time sleeping and reserving what little energy she had left.
"I want you to continue focusing on the students, for now. I'll ensure that the Vale Hunters deploy from Beacon directly to get a massage from you first, but Sabina has targeted our students once," Ozpin mused. "I may need to take a hiatus as Headmaster once my magic is in better shape, and it would relieve me to leave things in yours and Glynda's hands."
"Speaking of which…" Noire trailed off expectantly.
"Yes, I suppose it would be foolish to put it off," Ozpin agreed as he rose.
"It truly is a dire time when someone like me has to be pushy to get laid," Noire joked, before she stepped forward and placed her hand on him and guided him back into his seat. "Just sit back, I'll handle this. Your office is locked, yes?"
"It is. Very few can access the elevator without me permitting it from my desk," Ozpin admitted as he watched her shrug off her dress with practiced ease and reach back to remove her bra. He had been with many lovers over the many, many years, and even he could admit that Noire was likely one of the most alluring partners he had ever had. In fact, the only one he could say he preferred was Salem herself, before she'd become a monster.
Pushing her panties down, she stepped out of them before moving forward. He went to speak, but her finger rested on his mouth, silencing him as her finger trailed down to his chest and then to his trousers. Dexterous fingers undid his belt and extracted his cock with relative ease, half-erect as she grasped it and gently stroked it for a moment.
Despite the long dry spell, or perhaps thanks to it, it did not take her long before his manhood was fully erect and she made her move, throwing a leg over his to rest in his lap with her knees at either side of his large chair.
"I'm sure you remember the basics, Headmaster," Noire teased as she lined him up and dropped herself onto his shaft with a quiet hiss, taking a moment to adjust for his size.
"It's coming back to me," Ozpin admitted, his voice a little higher than usual as his hands came to her hips. "Do you mind-"
"I'd prefer that you did. Pleasure increases the effect, both of our pleasure," Noire explained, kissing him. She tasted as sweet as he would have imagined. With her permission, he moved his hands to her ass and sank his fingers into her incredible backside. Her skin was so silky soft, and with each bounce, her insides clenched down on him in a way that made his entire body shudder.
She let out a quiet moan, leaning back and putting those perky breasts on display, but in truth the way she was doing all the work was leaving him feeling somewhat… inadequate. With his own magical sense, he could detect the way that the pleasure from both of them was being transformed into a new type of energy and invigorating him, but the energy from her was lesser than the energy from him. She was enjoying this, but not overly much while it was all he could do to stop himself from bursting.
Moving his head, he took her nipple into his mouth as she let out a sound of surprise, watching as her energy increased briefly. It was almost a cheat sheet as his hands moved, finding her sensitive spots by how much energy she was producing. Lifting her up, he moved her to his desk, throwing some documents off it and laying her down as she gasped and giggled.
"I see the rust has worn off, Headmaster," Noire purred, one leg hooked around him as he captured her lips again and began to move his hips. Her hands worked on his top, stripping it away and tossing it somewhere behind her as she wrapped her arms around his chest, nails digging into his skin.
With his magical senses, this was doubly pleasurable as both his body and spirit were massaged by her. It was a small change, but undeniably noticeable as his magic reacted to her gentle ministrations. He may have taken over the physical side of things, but there was no doubt that she was the one doing most of the work as she gasped from a particularly forceful thrust.
"Harder," Noire demanded, her voice gaining an almost… bratty tone compared to her usual composed, graceful tone. "Fuck me, professor. Ruin my teen pussy."
He had been trying to forget her age, in truth. She was undeniably more mature than the students, but he was still a very old man currently fucking a teenaged pussy. At least she was a teaching assistant rather than a student. By the Gods, Qrow must never find out. The jokes would no doubt follow him into his next life.
Assuming Sabina didn't eat his soul.
Still, he was not so selfish a lover as to not accept her request as he pinned her to the desk and began to truly speed up, calling on his Aura to enhance the force behind his thrusts. She was not made of glass, and clearly preferred things like this judging by the energy that was feeding into him.
His hand came to her cheek, his thumb pushing into her mouth as she sucked on it and kept eye contact with him. Somehow, her violet stare did more to make his body react than everything else. With his… dry spell, he could only last so long and the look in her eyes made his body rebel against his desires to drag this out. His hips jutted forward, a groan leaving him as his seed spilled into her, and it was with relief that he felt the energy from her spike as she reached her own climax.
Stumbling backward, he fell back into his chair with a heavy pant. It truly had been far too long for him.
"If this is your first time in this life, does that mean I just took your virginity?" Noire asked as he went to respond to her joke before he paused.
Huh. Had Ozpin had sex before he came to this body? He highly doubted it, as Ozpin had been young when Ozma had merged with him. Her giggling at his dumbstruck expression made him huff in embarrassment, shaking his head as he fixed his clothes.
He went to speak, to thank her for the way he could feel his withered magic recovering, but something cut him off and sent Noire tumbling off the desk and to her feet, a spell on her lips.
The magic in the portal before them reeked of darkness, the wrongness permeating the very air itself as they both prepared to defend themselves… only for someone to jump through, bloodied, beaten and barely standing as they held another figure in their arms. A bolt of hellish red energy flew through it and Noire's quick spell created a barrier, not quite deflecting it but certainly lessening the power of the spell as it struck the back of the Faunus male who was trying to protect the woman in his arms.
Ozpin was too busy staring in shock as the portal closed, his eyes on the woman. Salem, seemingly barely alive, met his gaze with exhausted eyes before she collapsed in the man's arms.
"Mistress! Wake up, please!" the man cried, his scorpion tail swishing behind him angrily. "You! Heal her, you have to heal her!"
Ozpin nearly attacked, before Noire met his gaze and they shared a silent conversation. With extreme reluctance, he nodded once as Noire pulled her scroll out of her clothes and called Aqua.
— Salem —
"You truly have a Goddess on staff. How much the world has changed…" Salem commented, watching Aqua leave with curious eyes.
"Truly, they have, if you had to come to me for help," Ozpin agreed, his tone clipped and mistrustful.
"I lost the Grimm," Salem said simply, watching his eyes widen in shock. "My land was invaded, and I was defeated. Their leader, Sabina, took control of the spawning pools, and my creations, and gave them to my former minion, Cinder."
"Sabina attacked in person?" Noire asked, her tone worried. Salem gave her a curious look, given the fact that she was Ozpin's newest lover. How amusing.
"No. She attacked through Cinder. Cinder attacked me, and I almost bested her. Quite easily, in fact, then her new mistress took control of Cinder's body," Salem corrected. "From there, I hesitate to even call it a fight. Two of my minions betrayed me, Arthur Watts and Hazel Rainart, but Tyrian is ever-loyal and aided my escape. You have my thanks for healing him."
Sabina could offer them more than Salem could. Nothing Salem could say would convince Hazel not to swap sides to someone who promised him his sister would live again. Arthur was just an opportunistic bastard who sided with the 'winning' side after seeing her bested.
"She let you get away," Noire added, as Salem turned to the young mage.
"I believe so, yes. She was toying with us, and she cancelled out many of my spells but allowed the portal to be cast," Salem agreed, her ego long dead.
"And you didn't side with her?" Ozma asked, almost seeming surprised at her laugh.
"She promised me everything I would want. Our daughters, back once more. An end to my curse, allowing me to finally die. Cinder gave away too much. Any death I experienced would send me to the 'Hells', where my soul would be Sabina's to torment for all time. I am no fool, making deals with such a being. I've seen too many of them," Salem explained, before pausing. "Usually, I am the being of darkness tricking mortals into such pacts."
"What do you want, Salem?" Ozma finally asked.
"What you have preached for all these years. Unity," Salem said in amusement. "Sabina's power is beyond either of us, something I believe you already know. We cannot fight her if we are fighting each other. Let us join forces once more, husband, before division destroys us."
Oddly enough, Ozma didn't seem to appreciate the irony.
— Bonus Scene — Yang Xiao Long
"What the fuck do you mean she's here?" Yang asked, eyes wide as Qrow scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Look, kiddo. I'm only telling you this before you accidentally run into her in the corridors or something, but yeah, your mom is in Beacon," Qrow explained with a sigh. "But don't get your hopes up, she wouldn't be here if she didn't want something from us, or in this case, from Noire."
"What's she want the Princess for?" Yang asked with a frown, using the nickname most of the school had for her. Weiss-cube might be the Heiress, but she couldn't compare to Noire's regal attitude.
Blake put it best. Weiss had a 'I'm better than you and I know it' attitude, especially after becoming the Team Leader of Team Snowberry. Noire had a 'I'm better than you and you know it' attitude. Somehow, it pissed Yang off a lot less than Weiss did on her bad days.
It didn't help during their one-on-one sessions where Noire ruthlessly tore apart everything they were doing wrong. If she didn't know her stuff so well, Yang might have punched her perfect teeth in. On the bright side, watching Weiss get her leadership style torn to shreds was worth getting called a 'buxom blonde berserker who bypassed brains for brawn'.
"How do I put this?" Qrow mumbled. "You know about Noire's powers, right?"
"Which one? She has like fifty as far as anyone knows," Yang snorted. "Or do you mean the massage thing? I heard rumours."
"Yeah, that. Eh, fuck it. Noire makes people stronger by fucking them and your mom is just here to get laid," Qrow said, ripping off the bandage.
"I- I can't tell if that's the most bullshit or cursed semblance ever," Yang admitted, her brain trying to catch up. On one hand, it sounded like fun. On the other, it sounded like literally everyone would get pushy over wanting to fuck her and she could just imagine someone trying to convince Noire that it was her duty or something to put out. And that would make Yang need to bury a body or three, if it was her. "How is that even gonna work?"
"Fuck if I know," Qrow shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. She tried to picture what her mom wanted, before making up her mind. Snatching away his flask, she downed it as he let out a cry before pausing. "Ah fuck it, you probably need it."
"You got anymore?" Yang asked, slamming it down.
"Brat, who do you think you're talking to?" Qrow snorted.