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Yang was impressed; the elevator managed to get down the first of six floors before it stopped. Crimson lights lit up at each corner of the elevators ceiling and apparently throughout the complex since everything down hallway was painted light shade of scarlet. Alarms blared with agonizing consistency, but the girls stood strong against all the distractions.

They knew that lights and sounds were about to be the least of their worries.
Yang sensed something was wrong; an instinct she never dismissed because it was usually right.

“Move it!” Yang screamed as she shoved the group towards the hallway, especially Ruby.

The elevator groaned as gears twisted reluctantly but still followed their destructive commands. As the girls reached the doors of the elevator, a loud snap boomed above them as the elevator started to fall. The girls lost some of their footing from the sudden gap between their feet and the floor while the top of the elevator began to resemble a guillotine to Yang.

Her hair flashed a radiant gold as power coursed through her veins. She channeled the power towards her feet and hands. Yang’s hands helped shove the girls with enough force to send them flying into the hallway. The power in her feet helped her launched like missile into the hallway, the top of the elevator just missing her feet.

She flipped about and landed on her feet.

“Show off.” Ruby said with a relieved sigh.

Yang always admired her little sister’s method of staying upbeat even in the mouth of Hell.

This was put to the test as every door in the hallway opened simultaneously. Cyborgs, human bodies attached to mechanical heads and arms, rolled into the hallway and faced the girls. There was no unnecessary call for surrender or to vacate the premises; it was clear from their actions on the surface that they were well past that point.
Instead the cyborgs replaced their metal hands with machine guns and filled the hallway with thousands of bullets.

Weiss channeled her energy into the sword and stabbed the ground. A massive barrier of magic reached from the floor the ceiling of the hallway. The bullets and several missiles from machines rounding the corner bombarded the shield, making the whole area shake from the collision. Weiss was breathing heavily; she was still very inexperienced despite her skill and wouldn’t last much longer. Fortunately the barrier was only one way and allowed Ruby and Blake fire at the cyborgs with extra punch as the magic from the barrier created an extra layer of damage.

It never ceased to amaze Yang how she came to work alongside people like Weiss and Blake. Yang had been hunting down a bounty in an opera house that Weiss had been performing in when the white knight decided she could help. Blake had actually been one of Yang’s bounties but when she found that it was the wrong people who wanted her dead or alive, the two of them worked together and knocked the corrupt organization down with ease.

Both were very isolated incidents, but at the same time they had the same result. Blake and Weiss had offered to stay in touch; apparently they felt like they could do some form of good with Yang. Ruby also trusted them, even though she was still slightly unsure about Blake, and that was good enough for Yang.

Even with their combined strength, this battle couldn’t continue here; there were five more floors of mechanized nightmares that they still had yet to see. In the distance she could hear the roar of something as large as a tank charging up to the first floor: they needed to move.

“Ruby,” Yang called out over the artillery fire. “We need a detour.”

Ruby knew what to do even when they were kids growing up, and now was no different. The crimson bullet did what she did her best by stabbing her scythe into the ground. Using the momentum from a high powered shot, Ruby shredded a circle around Yang that was wide enough for four others. After twenty solid laps Ruby jumped out of her run.

“Smash away, sis.” Ruby said with smile.

Yang nodded and prepped her gauntlets. She remembered her training; how she was taught to overlook obstacles and simply strike down whatever came her way. Her hair, a representation of her insane power, shined like a second sun.

“Everybody, get ready to move.” Yang called out as she clashed her gauntlets together.

This was definitely a five-shell problem in Yang’s mind. Five shifts of the wrist on each hand and she was ready. She bent over and smashed within the circles. With a combination of her strength, the pump of the weapon, and the head start that Ruby gave her, Yang broke through the floor. The chunk of floor Yang broke apart became a molten cannonball of destruction that powered through the other floors. With each destroyed layer, the cannonball grew in force and size. Looking down, Ruby noticed that it somehow went down to the fourth floor and stopped there, just like Blake said.

“Time to jump.” Ruby called out to Weiss and Blake.

Blake nodded and leapt next to Ruby. Weiss however, had something else planned. She lifted her rapier and pressed the point of the blade against the barrier. The barrier shined then flew at the armada of cyborgs. It wasn’t powerful enough to destroy all of them but it slowed them down enough to allow Weiss, Blake, and Ruby to jump down the hole and meet up with Yang.

The blonde brawler was keeping herself occupied by bashing down giant mechs and dodging the lasers from gun turrets attached to the ceiling. It was a laser light show from Hell where a single misstep would be fatal. Yang was having the time of her life.

After dodging so many shots Yang finally stood still, not even flinching as a laser blast shot an inch past her head. The machines seemed to take this as Yang finally being too tired to move and centered their firepower right on her. Even with Yang’s strength there wouldn’t be a prayer of survival. But Yang didn’t seem upset in fact she seemed to be smiling.

Machines don’t consider little things like a smile otherwise they might have suspected something wrong.

Before the giant mechs could fire, a blur of scarlet flew by, and suddenly their guns fell to the ground. The gun turrets didn’t stand as much of a chance once a small black tornado spiraled down and obliterated them in a hail of bullets. As the mechs and remaining cyborgs rushed in, a radiant flash of silver streamed down from above and created a massive shower of small shooting stars that hit everything besides the girls.

Weiss landed on the ground and the four girls charged at the laboratory ahead, striking down whatever remaining enemies stood in their way.

The laboratory was a nightmare of biotechnical machinery being infused into people long dead but waiting to be reanimated as mechanical soldiers. Weiss could barely stand the sight of it. Yang and Ruby glared at everything that reminded them of how corrupt their enemy truly was. Blake was the only with enough indifference to walk over to the computers in the back and start hacking the system.

Due to the alarms there were massive firewalls on the sensitive information, but all it did was make a five-second job last ten seconds for Blake. Once she was through, the data practically flooded into her machine which scrambled the signal as the information was fed back to Yang’s hideout. The whole job was finished in thirty seconds.

Blake pulled out her device and drew her sword as the remaining machines mobilized outside the lab. They had organized themselves so that the girls couldn’t even see the hallway. There was no way to take this much on and not expect a casualty.

Yang assessed the situation, this was never a problem she’d have to put up with as a regular bounty hunter, and made a decision. She looked at her three allies to make sure they were prepared. Ruby, her dear sister, was confident in the face of certain death like always. Blake held the blade with one hand while the other shifted the setting on her device, just waiting for the call. Weiss was the one Yang was truly concerned about because she seemed to be the most uncertain and for good reason. After Yang gave Weiss her famous reassuring smile, a fire seemed to ignite in Weiss and she was ready as she’d ever be. That was all Yang ever needed from anyone.

“Do it.” Yang said sternly.

Blake’s finger pressed a button on her device.

Boom

The factory went up in a burst of flames that clawed at the sky. Nothing remained of the factory or any of its evil, especially the weapons. Whatever data Blake had acquired seemed like it would never come to any real use.

That was until a flash of silver suddenly shined a mile away from the compound.

After waiting a full minute to realize they were all still breathing, they finally relaxed. Weiss collapsed to her knees, exhausted from maintaining a teleportation spell among the other forms of magic this evening. Ruby hugged Weiss, laughing joyfully at the insanely spectacular luck that had been bestowed upon them. Even stone-faced Blake seemed to shiver at facing her mortality and coming out alive. Yang was happiest of all and not just for survival, but because of how amazing it was that this grouped worked together.

As they went to Yang’s personal jeep and drove away, she thought fondly of her group who were each relaxing from the high of their victory. Ruby caressed her scythe, now compact enough to look like a thin suitcase. Weiss had headphones on and listened to classical musical to clam her nerves and help prepare for an upcoming concert. Blake was in the passenger seat up front with Yang, staring into the darkness of the night. Yang wondered if Blake saw anything hopeful, the expression on the thief’s face didn’t say this was the case, but Yang did see something.

She saw a team: a red huntress, a white knight, a black thief, and a yellow warrior. It was a combination that by all accounts shouldn’t have worked as well as it did, being so different after all. But Yang was starting to believe that this was their strength; they needed to be different to take care of things that only each of them could. By getting along and using their strengths as one anything could be accomplished.

Yang looked forward to a very interesting future as one of four very interesting girls beneath a cracked moon that hovered in the night.

Description
Yang was impressed; the elevator managed to get down the first of six floors before it stopped. Crimson lights lit up at each corner of the elevators ceiling and apparently throughout the complex since everything down hallway was painted light shade of scarlet. Alarms blared with agonizing consistency, but the girls stood strong against all the distractions.

They knew that lights and sounds were about to be the least of their worries.
Yang sensed something was wrong; an instinct she never dismissed because it was usually right.

“Move it!” Yang screamed as she shoved the group towards the hallway, especially Ruby.

The elevator groaned as gears twisted reluctantly but still followed their destructive commands. As the girls reached the doors of the elevator, a loud snap boomed above them as the elevator started to fall. The girls lost some of their footing from the sudden gap between their feet and the floor while the top of the elevator began to resemble a guillotine to Yang.

Her hair flashed a radiant gold as power coursed through her veins. She channeled the power towards her feet and hands. Yang’s hands helped shove the girls with enough force to send them flying into the hallway. The power in her feet helped her launched like missile into the hallway, the top of the elevator just missing her feet.

She flipped about and landed on her feet.

“Show off.” Ruby said with a relieved sigh.

Yang always admired her little sister’s method of staying upbeat even in the mouth of Hell.

This was put to the test as every door in the hallway opened simultaneously. Cyborgs, human bodies attached to mechanical heads and arms, rolled into the hallway and faced the girls. There was no unnecessary call for surrender or to vacate the premises; it was clear from their actions on the surface that they were well past that point.
Instead the cyborgs replaced their metal hands with machine guns and filled the hallway with thousands of bullets.

Weiss channeled her energy into the sword and stabbed the ground. A massive barrier of magic reached from the floor the ceiling of the hallway. The bullets and several missiles from machines rounding the corner bombarded the shield, making the whole area shake from the collision. Weiss was breathing heavily; she was still very inexperienced despite her skill and wouldn’t last much longer. Fortunately the barrier was only one way and allowed Ruby and Blake fire at the cyborgs with extra punch as the magic from the barrier created an extra layer of damage.

It never ceased to amaze Yang how she came to work alongside people like Weiss and Blake. Yang had been hunting down a bounty in an opera house that Weiss had been performing in when the white knight decided she could help. Blake had actually been one of Yang’s bounties but when she found that it was the wrong people who wanted her dead or alive, the two of them worked together and knocked the corrupt organization down with ease.

Both were very isolated incidents, but at the same time they had the same result. Blake and Weiss had offered to stay in touch; apparently they felt like they could do some form of good with Yang. Ruby also trusted them, even though she was still slightly unsure about Blake, and that was good enough for Yang.

Even with their combined strength, this battle couldn’t continue here; there were five more floors of mechanized nightmares that they still had yet to see. In the distance she could hear the roar of something as large as a tank charging up to the first floor: they needed to move.

“Ruby,” Yang called out over the artillery fire. “We need a detour.”

Ruby knew what to do even when they were kids growing up, and now was no different. The crimson bullet did what she did her best by stabbing her scythe into the ground. Using the momentum from a high powered shot, Ruby shredded a circle around Yang that was wide enough for four others. After twenty solid laps Ruby jumped out of her run.

“Smash away, sis.” Ruby said with smile.

Yang nodded and prepped her gauntlets. She remembered her training; how she was taught to overlook obstacles and simply strike down whatever came her way. Her hair, a representation of her insane power, shined like a second sun.

“Everybody, get ready to move.” Yang called out as she clashed her gauntlets together.

This was definitely a five-shell problem in Yang’s mind. Five shifts of the wrist on each hand and she was ready. She bent over and smashed within the circles. With a combination of her strength, the pump of the weapon, and the head start that Ruby gave her, Yang broke through the floor. The chunk of floor Yang broke apart became a molten cannonball of destruction that powered through the other floors. With each destroyed layer, the cannonball grew in force and size. Looking down, Ruby noticed that it somehow went down to the fourth floor and stopped there, just like Blake said.

“Time to jump.” Ruby called out to Weiss and Blake.

Blake nodded and leapt next to Ruby. Weiss however, had something else planned. She lifted her rapier and pressed the point of the blade against the barrier. The barrier shined then flew at the armada of cyborgs. It wasn’t powerful enough to destroy all of them but it slowed them down enough to allow Weiss, Blake, and Ruby to jump down the hole and meet up with Yang.

The blonde brawler was keeping herself occupied by bashing down giant mechs and dodging the lasers from gun turrets attached to the ceiling. It was a laser light show from Hell where a single misstep would be fatal. Yang was having the time of her life.

After dodging so many shots Yang finally stood still, not even flinching as a laser blast shot an inch past her head. The machines seemed to take this as Yang finally being too tired to move and centered their firepower right on her. Even with Yang’s strength there wouldn’t be a prayer of survival. But Yang didn’t seem upset in fact she seemed to be smiling.

Machines don’t consider little things like a smile otherwise they might have suspected something wrong.

Before the giant mechs could fire, a blur of scarlet flew by, and suddenly their guns fell to the ground. The gun turrets didn’t stand as much of a chance once a small black tornado spiraled down and obliterated them in a hail of bullets. As the mechs and remaining cyborgs rushed in, a radiant flash of silver streamed down from above and created a massive shower of small shooting stars that hit everything besides the girls.

Weiss landed on the ground and the four girls charged at the laboratory ahead, striking down whatever remaining enemies stood in their way.

The laboratory was a nightmare of biotechnical machinery being infused into people long dead but waiting to be reanimated as mechanical soldiers. Weiss could barely stand the sight of it. Yang and Ruby glared at everything that reminded them of how corrupt their enemy truly was. Blake was the only with enough indifference to walk over to the computers in the back and start hacking the system.

Due to the alarms there were massive firewalls on the sensitive information, but all it did was make a five-second job last ten seconds for Blake. Once she was through, the data practically flooded into her machine which scrambled the signal as the information was fed back to Yang’s hideout. The whole job was finished in thirty seconds.

Blake pulled out her device and drew her sword as the remaining machines mobilized outside the lab. They had organized themselves so that the girls couldn’t even see the hallway. There was no way to take this much on and not expect a casualty.

Yang assessed the situation, this was never a problem she’d have to put up with as a regular bounty hunter, and made a decision. She looked at her three allies to make sure they were prepared. Ruby, her dear sister, was confident in the face of certain death like always. Blake held the blade with one hand while the other shifted the setting on her device, just waiting for the call. Weiss was the one Yang was truly concerned about because she seemed to be the most uncertain and for good reason. After Yang gave Weiss her famous reassuring smile, a fire seemed to ignite in Weiss and she was ready as she’d ever be. That was all Yang ever needed from anyone.

“Do it.” Yang said sternly.

Blake’s finger pressed a button on her device.

Boom

The factory went up in a burst of flames that clawed at the sky. Nothing remained of the factory or any of its evil, especially the weapons. Whatever data Blake had acquired seemed like it would never come to any real use.

That was until a flash of silver suddenly shined a mile away from the compound.

After waiting a full minute to realize they were all still breathing, they finally relaxed. Weiss collapsed to her knees, exhausted from maintaining a teleportation spell among the other forms of magic this evening. Ruby hugged Weiss, laughing joyfully at the insanely spectacular luck that had been bestowed upon them. Even stone-faced Blake seemed to shiver at facing her mortality and coming out alive. Yang was happiest of all and not just for survival, but because of how amazing it was that this grouped worked together.

As they went to Yang’s personal jeep and drove away, she thought fondly of her group who were each relaxing from the high of their victory. Ruby caressed her scythe, now compact enough to look like a thin suitcase. Weiss had headphones on and listened to classical musical to clam her nerves and help prepare for an upcoming concert. Blake was in the passenger seat up front with Yang, staring into the darkness of the night. Yang wondered if Blake saw anything hopeful, the expression on the thief’s face didn’t say this was the case, but Yang did see something.

She saw a team: a red huntress, a white knight, a black thief, and a yellow warrior. It was a combination that by all accounts shouldn’t have worked as well as it did, being so different after all. But Yang was starting to believe that this was their strength; they needed to be different to take care of things that only each of them could. By getting along and using their strengths as one anything could be accomplished.

Yang looked forward to a very interesting future as one of four very interesting girls beneath a cracked moon that hovered in the night.