The Bloodied Thirty Pieces. Ch.11The Bloodied Thirty Pieces. Ch.11 by DragonhunterTomyh
“We should go back,” Russell said with a waver to his voice. The mohawk-haired boy stood at the back of the group of five looking back through the red leaved trees in the direction of the school. Dove and Sky every now and then would glance back with him and held their weapons tight enough their hands had gone white; Cardin lead the group, mace in one hand and the other around Weiss’s waist as he supported her while she limped, determined to head further into the forest.
“Let’s go back.”
“Go back if you want Rus,” Cardin said loudly, not looking back. Like Weiss he had the same determined look to push further into the woods, but his face had a tinge of fear lurking on the edges. “No one made you come.”
“But we should have told someone what we were doing. Maybe bring another team along, or ten.”
“They wouldn’t have let us leave the building, let alone the school. No, we have to do this.”
The Bloodied Thirty Pieces. Ch.10The Bloodied Thirty Pieces. Ch.10 by DragonhunterTomyh
Ozpin placed his coffee mug down on the armrest of his chair and leaned back in the soft dark emerald green leather chair. On any normal day the headmaster would be standing at one of the many windows of his office watching his school and students or out for walks on the grounds, observing the students up-close, watching them train and bond and grow. Occasionally he would step up to one or two in their moments good or bad and talk with the or offer them advice or direction.
Today however he sat despairingly in his chair, his face heavy with the stress. In his hands was a parchment displaying his office's waiting room where Jaune paced furiously, his hands and wrists bound in ice. Pacifica and Blake sat around the room watching him, the black-haired girl with pained concern and worry while the silver-haired archer watched the blonde boy with a bored flat stare.
Ozpin's heart broke for the young man. He had lost friends and family, he knew how it felt to have them ripped away, some blood