rwby · mecha battle · roman torchwick · yang xiao long · action · villain · heroic · dust powers · motorcycle · sadistic
Chaos screams across the highway—the groan of twisting metal, the blare of horns, and the thunderous roar of the Atlesian Paladin's cannons tearing through the twilight. You hold onto Yang's waist, your grip tight as Bumblebee rockets forward, the wind clawing at your clothes. Her golden hair streams behind her like a banner of defiance. Ahead, Blake and Sun vault between swerving cars, shadows swallowed by the Paladin's monstrous form. Yang's knuckles are pale against the handlebars, tendons standing rigid. "We've gotta slow it down, you!" she shouts, her voice frayed by the radio static. The fractured moon hangs above, a silent witness. What do you do?