Yang and I deployed the most tried and true method of covert maneuvering ever conceived as we hunted down Emerald during the final day of the Vital Festival Tournament, the hoodie and sunglasses. I felt quite under armed with just my revolver and dagger considering the scale of the attack Cinder managed to unleash in the show, but taking down Emerald would take the wind right out of their psychotic sails. Without the negativity Emerald managed to generate the defenders of Vale wouldn't have been split between dealing with the internal foes and keeping the grimm hordes drawn in from hundreds of miles from overtaking the city's walls.
I left Yang at the entrance to Emerald's section of the stadium in case the girl got past me, my golden haired partner in kidnapping fully equipped to change this fake arrest to one for gay prostitution.
The green haired girl kept her focus on the final match between Penny and Pyrrha that was about to begin. We had cut things close, but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. The girl didn't respond to my shimmying approach across the stadium seats until I'd slapped the first aura suppressing manacle around her wrist. Poor girl was built for resisting regular people, not a hulked out superhuman with a long history of grappling. I had her hands cuffed and duck tape wrapped around her mouth before the people around us even realized anything strange was happening.
"Hey!" the man to Emerald's left shouted, "What are you doing?"
A junior detective badge in his face shut him up.
"Vale Vice!" I declared, "Working the prostitution rings that have infiltrated the Vytal Tournament. Nothing to see here folks. I am taking this prostitute in. Stand back everyone. Stand back!"
"Why's her mouth taped up!" Some old bitty badgered.
"She has the right to remain silent!" I countered as I shimmied Emerald out to the stadium stairs.
Emerald struggled against me the whole way, allowing someone a few rows up from us to beat us to the stairway. A faunus with floppy dog ears and wide bloodshot eyes, big black jacket three or four sizes too large for him. A goddamn detonator is his raised hand.
"For the glory of the White Fang!" He yelled out while depressing the detonator.
I flew through the air in a flash of light and heat and shrapnel and impacted the curtain wall that separated the spectators from the spectacle. My back broke my fall, but my ears ringed something fierce and my eyes blurred as the world spun around me.
"Meep." I meeped with a finger in my ear as my other hand wiped what was left of Emerald off my mouth. "Meep. Meep."
I meeped until I got enough hearing back to understand Yang as she shook me while shouting.
"Get up Jaune!" Yang yelled, "Get up! The White Fang is attacking the whole stadium!"
That didn't make any sense. In the show the White Fang only came out to play once the defenders were all busy with the grimm and Atlas's hijacked robo-army. They were cowards only trying to maximize the damage while risking as little as possible. How the hell did Cinder convince them to go full Al-Qaeda? It was damn effective, I don't think I'd dropped this much aura in years, and as for everyone in the section without aura keeping them alive - complete devastation.
Explosions continued happening throughout the stadium, no obvious coordination between them beyond spacing. My eyes peered over to the section that housed my friends, and Nora and Blake. They weren't there, but I found them quickly as they had charged the ring, now standing near Pyrrha and Penny while looking outward for threats. A couple of terrorists jumped the wall, but Ren introduced them to the new sensation sweeping the nation the hard way. I never felt more proud of my work than watching two cannon rounds set off a pair of suicide vests running at my family.
More students had rallied at the center of the arena while Yang and I moved in, mostly the finalists and their teams. My aura quickly took care of the pain lancing though my lower back and my shaking hands.
"What are we supposed to do, Jaune?" Ruby petal rushed over and asked with clear shell shock displayed on her face.
"I don't know." I told her honestly.
I had no idea how to deal with a wave of suicide bombers.
Fortunately, the White Fang soon ran out of bombs. Unfortunately, hundreds of White Fang terrorists flooded the stadium fully armed. My respect for General Ironwood fell through the floor. How the hell did these guys get through his security with not only a score of bomb vests, but also a full company of heavy infantry terrorists.
I managed to get Blake behind the concrete curtain wall before the shooting started. All the intelligent people followed me in this. The dumb ones at least served to soak up some of the White Fang's ammunition in a long range fire fight. Terrible shots they may be, but hundreds of weapons firing in the same general direction quickly put down any students who thought they could stand and bang with the mass of terrorists.
"Did I ever tell you how proud I am that you left a racial supremacist terrorist organization?" I asked Blake with an 'I told you so' tone.
"I fucking get it!" Blake screeched, "Now could you please treat this situation seriously?"
"I am. Penny!" I yelled.
"I am combat ready!" The robo girl claimed as she appeared next to me.
"Get ready to fire your lasers." I told her, "I am going to amp you up."
"Sensational." the cheery robo girl said in a tone that made me worry about the future of man vs machine.
"The rest of you!" I shouted to the assembled warriors, "We go up and over providing cover fire on my word."
"Now!" I yelled as we all hurled ourselves over the curtain wall and started firing.
I had Penny's hand in my left, pumping her up as much as I could, and the other firing my revolver at anyone I could see in that stupid White Fang get up. At least the terrorists made things easy by wearing a stand out uniform.
The Fang themselves had been spreading out to engage the Atlesian android army. It made our maneuver over the wall safer, but also saved them from a complete wipe when Penny's laser array burst forth like a green hadron cannon. We devastated the biggest pockets of terrorist insurgents again and again until none other than Adam Fucking Taurus came at us alongside one of the beams, dragging his sword in it and glowing like an edgelord super saiyan god.
"Defiler!" He yelled while bringing his sword down to slay both Penny and me.
He released all the built up power in a single red wave that annihilated everything in its path for a hundred yards.
Too bad for Adam, I'd already dove to get Penny and I out of the way of that destruction.
"Keep up the assault on the others." I commanded the robo girl, "I got this ass clown."
"Understood, Captain!" The upbeat android took off to continue her kill streak.
"You blew your load too early, son." I taunted Blake's ex, "Got greedy and tried to get both of us and now you got none of us."
"You die here, human!" Adam told me while he entered a defensive stance.
I holstered my empty pistol and tossed my kukri to my main hand. I didn't like my odds in a sword fight with this prick, not with a dagger to do my business with. Adam was a competent counter striker, great reflexes and sense of timing.
"You going to kill me with that?" I laughed, "I heard it gets less use fighting and more stretching your ass out during your pathetic edging sessions."
"You think your words can affect me?" Adam snorted, "Laughable."
"Are you trying to be the bigger man in this fight?" I chuckled, "Blake let me know that it's bigger than yours folded in half. Heard you're supposed to be a bull faunus, but all I see is a steer that never got the chance to hit puberty."
"Blake will pay for allowing a lowly human to defile her." Adam countered, "I'll rape her on top of your dead body and carve your spawn out of her."
"Oh that bothers you doesn't it." I growled, "Your sad soldier never got to plant his flag in her garden, and I fucking wrecked her, made her love every minute of it, and now my kitten is growing in her. 'Keep going, Jaune!'" I mimicked Blake's orgasmic cry.
Well that did it.
Adam charged and I threw my kukri at this face. Instead of leaning away from it and readying his strike, Adam's ingrained habit of blocking and deflecting to build up his semblance caused him to raise his sword and bat the flying dagger aside. A huge mistake. I dived for his legs the moment I threw the dagger, arriving in an explosion of speed that had me at him almost as soon as the kukri.
I'd wrapped the anacondas I have growing from my shoulders around both his legs and yanked him down in the double leg takedown. In the first exchange we'd already transitioned from his world to mine, and while I had years of experience as a swordsman he was a complete neophyte as a wrestler. Poor boy only knew just enough to tuck his chin when I took his back with ease, preventing me from easily choking him to death.
He didn't know that I didn't want him to slip easily into the long night. It was the work of moments for me to manipulate the inexperienced grappler into the twister, the most powerful and most fucked up submission hold designed by the mind of jiu jitsu master Eddie Bravo. Few fighters would actually recognize the submission hold enough to know that they need to tap out immediately. The twister is a terrible combination of a neck crank and a spinal lock that would deal instant debilitating damage if cranked lightly, let alone the superhuman pressure I intended to exert on Blake's terrorist ex boyfriend.
"It's already over, boy." I let him know.
With a laugh I started cranking with maximum effort and I didn't stop until all the popping and snapping stopped. When I got up I couldn't help but whistle at Adam's broken body. He finally looked as twisted on the outside as he felt on the inside.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha cried out, and I saw her levitating with tongues of flames slipping out of the six cameras I used to provide visuals to her completely sealed helmet.
"Use it!" I told her as her hands burst into flames.
In an absolute spectacle of pyrotechnics, Pyrrha wiped out the remaining pockets of the White Fang while the others worked with surviving hunters, androids, and law enforcement officers to hunt down the rest. We had the entire battle over in five minutes and I didn't feel like making my way down to the walls of Vale to throw off whatever grimm were attacking. I'll get up for the grimm dragon or anything on that level. Nothing else.
Blake made her way next to me and I put an arm around her waist.
"I saw what you did to Adam." she spoke softly.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Good work." she breathed out.
Pyrrha sat on my other side, taking her helmet off with a hiss as the airtight seal broke.
"I just burned like a hundred people to death." She said while putting her face in her palm.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Good work." Blake told her.
"Hey Blake!" Nora shouted while she bounced over to us, "I found your ex. He definitely isn't making it to the sequel."
"He looks like someone tried to turn him into a slinky and stopped halfway." Blake joked.
"He looks like something a demented kid made with playdough and presented to his terrified mom." Nora continued the bit.
"It looked like Jaune was going to fuck him then chose not to and twisted him to death." Pyrrha tried.
"We'll work on your badinage, babe." I told her.
"IT FUCKING SUCKED COCK!" A voice yelled from the weary crowd.
"Donny?" I shouted, "How the fuck are you still alive?"
"FUCK YOU THAT'S HOW, COCKSUCKER!"
"God damn it! That's it! I've had enough of your shit Donny!" I roared, "Yang! Get your bike!"
"Yes I am sure now is the time!" I answered her unsure call back, "We are going to teach this mouthy dirtbag some respect!"
"HOW MUCH DUST YOU GOT IN THE TANK, COCKSUCKER?" Donny taunted us.
As I set out to drag Donny's disrespectful ass behind a motorcycle, I looked back at my mildly amused family and realized we were going to be alright.