rwby · volume 4 · post beacon · war torn · ruby rose · tyrian callows · jaune arc · nora valkyrie · lie ren · qrow branwen
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mingled with the bitter smell of spent rounds and shattered stone. Tyrian's laughter rings out, unhinged and echoing, as he advances on Ruby where she lies sprawled, her weapon just beyond her fingers. Around them, the scene is one of exhaustion—Nora groans into the dirt, Jaune heaves against his broken shield, Ren stands empty-handed, and Qrow leans heavily on his sword, breath ragged. Tyrian's shadow swallows Ruby. "A delicate bloom, all alone," he coos, extending a hand. Then a new sound cuts through—a deep, pounding footfall, rhythmic and growing louder, vibrating through the rubble. you's throat tightens. What form takes shape within the swirling smoke?