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Fool’s View Teaser

Author’s Note: So heads up, this is probably the first real piece of fanfic I wrote, some like three years ago. It was basically going to be a crossover between the Dresden Files and bunch of other series, but I decided to do a teaser about him in Remnant.

It’s a little rough, but I decided to upload it here, because I forgot how much Cinder got roasted. I probably won’t ever finish it though.

Terror.

Terror and horrible acceptance, that's what he was feeling as the rocket locker propelled him farther and farther away into the burning ruins of the Beacon and away from his partner.

She was going to die, he knew that and there was little to nothing he could do to prevent that. His lips still burned from the kiss and left a bitter taste in his mouth, his eyes threatening to water. His stomach roiling and boiling inside from the momentum in the air.

He didn't care though, he just wanted to get out of this damned locker, and go be with her.

Then suddenly as it started it stopped, and confusion fell over the boy as he felt his stomach calm, and the locker gently descending on to the ground.

He felt hope rise inside and looked to his scroll, he smiled broadly. Crocea Mors suddenly felt a hundred times lighter.

It was displaying error, and heating up dangerously so.

Only one person in the entire world could make a scroll explode just from being near it.

The locker hit the ground jarringly, making him fall abruptly to the side, but he didn't care. His heart of hearts he now knew things were going to be alright.

"Shit! Didn't mean to drop him!" A familiar older voice came from outside the locker, it was deep and more than a little intimidating, but to him, it was hope, from the first person to actually believe in him, his master.

Deep and eerie laughter came near the voice.

"Oh shut it, Nightwalker. If your so good at let me see you try it." Came his masters' voice again.

Suddenly the locker door was opened as the shadows near it lengthened and were cast a shade darker, and Jaune was thrown forward before a very tall and intimidating man in a leather duster.

"Show off," The wizard muttered under his breath about his unrestrainable familiar. He looked to his apprentice with a bit of worry in his eyes, "Hey Padawan, feeling alright?"

"Don't spend your worry on him, I've seen and given him worse hits in training." Said a voice from inside the wizards' duster that trailed off with a laugh.

"Look just because I know that doesn't mean I can't-"

"Master!" Said Jaune looking desperately at him.

"-Be polite." Said the wizard finishing his sentence and looking at Jaune slightly annoyed. "I thought I taught you better than to interrupt people while they were talking?"

"I know, I know, sorry! It's just Pyrrha! She has gone to fight that woman alone and she is going to die, if we don't help her!" Jaune said quickly.

"Oh, that's bad. Well, no time to waste. We got a witch to waste." The wizard said walking toward the burning tower.

Jaune didn't follow.

His master looked back at him.

"What are you waiting on, a green light?"

"I-, I'm not strong enough." The boy said with his eyes looking at the ground. "Pyrrha wouldn't have pushed me away,-"

"In a rocket-propelled locker otherwise, right? Well, maybe she's just being a stupid, arrogant teenager who thinks she's invincible."

"She's not stupid! Or arrogant!"

"Current evidence says otherwise, given she, despite being a championship fighter, is going to fight a world-class criminal who not only is capable taking out a world-class hunter and has with no qualms about murder, just got the level up of a lifetime. Now, why would you say that's not stupid?" The wizard said leaning on his staff, and looking at the boy with a questioning gaze.

"Because, she's honest and beautiful, and never done badly on a test in her life and, and" The boy struggling to find words to defend his partner.

"Beauty isn't good and you still can be book smart and stupid. So why do you say that she's smart when she has gone on her lonesome to combat one of the most dangerous criminals in recent history?"

The boy stood thinking for a second, and face scrunched in concentration. Then like a light going off in his head his face brightened up.

"She didn't do it because she's arrogant, she did it because she felt it's the right thing to do, she doesn't want to see me or anyone else get hurt. Because she feels if there's a one percent chance to succeed where others have failed she'll take it, and do it alone, so only she has to bear the burden." Jaune laughed bitterly. "She is kinda arrogant, isn't she? But so what? I'm still weak, and she's strong, I'll only get in her way if I go with you."

His mentor looked down at him with disappointment and sighed, walking over to him putting a hand on his shoulder. "Kid. Look at me."

The boy slowly lifted his gaze to his mentor.

"You are not weak. You didn't get this far to give up, I wouldn't have given you the time of day to train you if I didn't think you didn't have potential, and neither would your girlfriend and guess what else," He said, pointing a finger at his chest. "You wouldn't have got this far either if you didn't think you could do it."

He held a hand toward the tower. "That tower is where it all ends, either us or that bitch in red. So are you coming or what kid?"

Jaune looked at his mentor and smiled. "She's not my girlfriend... Yet, I got to get her out of here alive first. Let's rock this shit, boss."

The wizard smiled. "Call me Harry, kid. Oh, and don't forget your sword, you're going to need it."

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The woman in red looked down at the beaten spartan on the floor and prepared her bow.

The girl looked at the woman with glum acceptance and asked. "Do you believe in destiny?"

The woman opened her mouth "Yes-"

"Fuck destiny!"

"Pyrrha!" Said two voices falling from the sky. One older and masculine, and the other boyish and slightly breaking.

"What on Remnant is that?" Said the woman looking up, but not letting her aim drop on the broken spartan.

"Jaune?" Said the girl looking up at the sky, hope rising and falling in tandem.

Looking up in the sky revealed two figures falling like dark blue and pure white meteors towards them.

The taller figure waved and hand at the woman, yelling "MAXIMUM PYRO FUEGO! BITCH!!!" A massive, gold and blue fireball launching from his hand at the dragon flying at them.

The fireball hit the dragon with a thunderous blast, knocking it back while shattering part of its mask, engulfing it in golden white flames.

The dragon roared as it's Glasglow grin started to melt shut, and fell toward the ground.

A moment later an explosive crash shook the building.

The pair landed in a heap between the two, Jaune landing first in a belly flop and Harry falling on his back. "AHHGH MY Back!" "FUCK!" Both of them yelled in tandem.

Cinder and Pyrrha could only stare in utter bewilderment at the pair, neither of the two ever quite seen something like this.

Cinder tried to level her bow at Pyrrha again to take the shot, but her sense screamed at her not to take her eyes off the two.

Pyrrha had a million things running through her mind, but the first was 'How did Jaune get up here?' and the second was 'Why am I jealous of how close that guy is with Jaune?'

Harry got up first unsteadily, "Yeah, yeah, don't everybody help at once. Jesus, wizards got to do everything for themselves these days, no respect I tell ya, no respect." He said to no one in particular.

Jaune got up a second later rushing to Pyrrha and hugging her, "Pyrrha your safe," before noticing the 12 inches of glass through her leg, "Or not." Then feeling her shattered aura.

Pyrrha still too bewildered to say anything merely leaned into the hug with a blush.

"Well, don't worry, me and Harry-"

"Harry and I," His mentor corrected.

Jaune looked at his mentor annoyed, making his mentor smile. "Harry and I, are here to save the day!"

Having enough of this nonsense, Cinder pulled back her bow, a flaming arrow aimed at Jaune's back and fired.

Only for a blue dome to appear to shield him from the damage.

"Nice try Cindy, but not nice enough." Said Harry with a casual wave at her.

Cinder looked at the wizard and her mind started spinning as recognition appeared in her mind.

"YOU!" She all but screeched at him.

"Me." He smirked at her with a shit eating grin. "Been awhile right? I hope you missed me as much as I miss you."

He casually leaned his head to the side as an arrow flew pasted his head.

Pyrrha looked at the display in confusion, as the odd man casually moved past the barrage of arrows that fired at him.

"Who is he?" Pyrrha asked her partner.

"Oh, him? That's my old boss and mentor, Harry Dresden. He taught me everything I know about fighting dirty and PI work."

"Oh." Said Pyrrha, still confused. "Do they know each other?"

Jaune shrugged. "Boss has a lot of enemies," He looked over at his mentor and said loud enough to grab his attention. "Since he has a tendency to piss people off for no reason!"

Harry looked at his apprentice and flipped him the bird, and said with a shrug, "I do what I do best, and that annoys the hell out of people!" He looked back at Cinder "Come on Cindy, I'm not even breaking a sweat here, why not show me some of that bootlegged magic power you stole!"

Pyrrha slapped Jaune on the side. "Jaune! Don't distract him while he's fighting, you could cost him his life!"

Jaune stared at Pyrrha before laughing. "Oh, don't worry about the boss, he isn't even serious yet."

'What?' Was the only thing Pyrrha could think before dragging her eyes back to the fight.

Cinder screamed in frustration as the object of her annoyance casually ducked, dipped, and dodged every projectile sent his way. Not even deigning her the satisfaction of becoming a pincushion, even as she willed the arrows to change direction and hit him from behind.

Separating her bow into two blades she rushed the mage, and while also sending a storm of superheated glass at him along with their audience.

The wizard looked at her in annoyance, and with a mere wave of his hand sent the storm back at her, and forced her to dodge away.

"Huh, expected more from the so-called 'Fall Maiden' I mean that Ozpin character, really hyped you guys up. But, this is a real disappointment, I mean so far all I've seen you do is bully some kids, cause public property damage, and generally just be a bitch to everyone. Not really what I expected from a sham of an 'All Powerful Maiden' '' Said Dresden in a condescending tone, even doing finger quotes. "I mean I haven't even seen any good magic tricks from you yet!"

"Hell's Bells, I think the kid over there could take you." To which the boy shook his head fiercely in denial. "Ah, come on his I thought we got past your self-confidence issues already."

"There's a difference between confidence and realism." Jaune said dryly.

"Kid I wouldn't have brought you up here if I didn't think you wouldn't be useful, I mean the sword choose you,"

"Will you shut up!?" Came a Cinder, her eyes glowing with power.

The wizard looked at her and stuck his tongue out at her. "Make me."

To which she responded with gathering a truly immense amount of fire between her hands.

"Well, that doesn't look good."

A roar shook the building again, as a flaming dragon flew up from behind them.

The dragon still alive, and looking pissed.

"Jaune! This is what I need you to do," Harry said looking at the boy. "Kill the dragon!"

"What?!" Screamed both Pyrrha and Jaune.

"Jaune, you’re a knight, right? Well, knights kill dragons, so go do that!"

"How?!"

"With your sword!"

"That's stupid!"

"Just believe in yourself and do it!"

"Fuck that-" Jaune started to say, before feeling his sword grow heavier at this side, as though it was pulling on him and trying to get his attention.

He pulled out his blade, it was glowing white like his aura and seemed to speak to him. His arm swung out in an arc, trailing a brilliant arc of light. He could feel an endless warmth from inside the blade and confidence bursting from somewhere. Then there was suddenly a deep and profound knowledge within himself, that he could do this. The power of love and compassion bursting from within, as the sword spoke to his heart. Giving him power, and with a flash of that power, two pairs of white wings appeared from his back.

"See told you," Harry said to the boy. "Amoracchius doesn't choose blindly, you can do this Jaune."

The boy looked back, his eyes glowing with pure white flames. "Take care Wizard Dresden, smite the witch before I return. Or she shall feel the Fist of Heaven." Said Jaune in dual voices. "This is so cool." He said under his voice before taking off, grabbing Pyrrha under his arm and flying away, the dragon following them.

Harry turned his attention to a flabbergasted Cinder and cracked his neck. "Heh, now we can really let loose."

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Jaune flew far away, but also not very far at all. Just far enough to get away from the dragon and Grimm, to leave Pyrrha in a safe place.

To Pyrrha, they might as well have teleported with how fast they moved. One second they were on top of the tower, and not even the next they were in the courtyard. She felt cold as Jaune took her out of his arms and put her gently on the ground. She smiled at Jaune and her eyes drank in his new form.

He looked to have grown at least a foot, no longer just taller than her, but absolutely towering over her and might be even taller than that Harry gentleman.

His form had bulked up quite a bit as well, but still keeping his lean frame intact.

His armor and weapons had transformed as well, his chest plate had extended down across his stomach, sides and, from the looks of it, up his back too, like scales grown to protect him.

The same could be said of his arm and shoulder guards, and somehow greaves and sabatons had appeared on his person too. They didn't look out of place though, all keeping the same theme of white metal with gold etchings across. He truly cut a dashing figure, like a knight out of fairy tale.

That thought had her blushing, for she had almost become a fairy tale maiden not even half an hour ago.

His sword had become something different, no longer just a plain long sword, but something beautiful in its practicality. A weapon made for battle and solely that, and Pyrrha could just faintly make out the head of a nail at the bottom of the sword.

His shield remained mostly the same except larger, and stronger looking, it's mere presence made her feel protected and welcome.

Most of all that changed were his hair, eyes, and of course the fact he now had wings.

His hair had extended far past his shoulders and looked like a cross between mist and fires in appearance with the flicker of energy occasionally passing through it.

His eyes had appeared to become merely fire pits of white fires where his eyes should be.

The fire would grow and expand past where his eyes should be only to then contract and begin the process again.

Pyrrha felt equal parts fascinated and horrified at the sight, wanting to watch it for as long as possible, but at the same time beg him to return himself to normal, hoping that he felt no pain.

Lastly were the wings, Pyrrha could tell that they were not actually attached to himself, but seemed to be constructs of pure aura, of pure soul matter. They were huge, stretch out they must have been twenty feet in diameter and even compressed they were bigger than her.

He cut a beautiful, terrifying, inspiring, and demoralizing presence all at once. He was doing funny things to her emotions just standing there.

She reached out a hand to touch him and deigned to allow her that. She brought her hand to his face, Jaune leaning into her touch, and it felt like electricity had passed through her body. She had to jerk her hand away, and when she did, felt better than she had ever before in her life.

Willing her aura, it came to her and strong.

Pyrrha could only look at her partner in equal parts shock and admiration.

He put a hand on her shoulder and looked down at her sadly. "I've got to go now, there's... there are so many others in need of help right now, my help. I am so sorry Pyr, I never want to leave you alone like that again, but I have too." He looked at her and for a moment, his big blue eyes appeared and stared into her soul. "But I swear that I will come back, just promise me you'll be safe?" He said practically pleading to her.

Pyrrha didn't answer with words but crossed over and gave him a deep hug. Jaune returned it and tilted her head to look at him, and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Pyrrha stood there in shock, as her longtime crush and burgeoning love, kissed her, and then returned it with toe-curling passion.

Jaune then gently stopped and separated from her, laughing awkwardly. "Just thought I return the favor, and give you, maybe, some incentive to stay alive." And then muttered under his breath. "And maybe tell you how I feel."

Pyrrha gave him a heated look and gave him a very suggestive smile. "Oh, Jaune. You've given me more than an incentive, I expect to continue where we left off when you come back."

"You want to do more?!" Jaune barely managed to croak out, his fiery eyes swelling massively, with his baby blues briefly coming out.

Walked inside his guard once more and gently patted him on the side of his face. "Oh, Jaaaune, I've so much to show and teach you." Pyrrha purred into his ear.

Jaune froze briefly, before backing up faster than Pyrrha could comprehend. "Alright sounds, great meet up later, make sure Nora and Ren are alright, umm, later bye! People to save, bye, love you, bye, wait did I say I love you? Um, gotta go." Jaune said rapid fire, before disappearing.

Pyrrha just stood there contently for several minutes, till she realized what she had said to Jaune, blushing redder than a tomato. She then ran toward closest Grimm she could she, uncaring that she was weaponless. You didn't become a championship fighter, by being overly reliant on your weapons.

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The city was on fire and for once it was someone else's fault.

Contrary to his attitude toward Cinder/The Bitch in Red, Harry's actual emotions were much more complicated towards the current events. He wasn’t scared, but he was worried.

He knew that Cinder couldn’t die by his hand, that would be a very dangerous situation for everybody in the city taking into account his new state of existence.

Also his familiar wasn’t going to help, cause he’s a dick.

So he did what he always did to buy time.

“Soooo,” The wizard drawled. “Maiden, doesn’t that imply purity?” Turning his head just enough to let the glass sword fly close enough to shave his overgrown five o’clock shadow.

Cinder merely grunted in frusartation at the comment.

“Not that I’m implying that you are not pure of anything.”

He slapped away an oncoming fireball into the sky.

“Just that you look pure evil… And a total whore.”

Screaming in rage Cinder tossed lightning bolts and blasts of fire at the wizard, blasting away the entire remains of the walls to the tower.

“I mean, come on~, have you seen the way you look in the mirror? Did you pick out your cloths from femme fatale monthly or what!?” Harry said almost double over in laughter. “Or did your evil overlord mom, who you’re secretly trying to usurp, pick it out for you?”

Cinder froze like a statue at those words, Harry's eyes widening in malicious glee. “Oh, this is rich, so damn rich!” Harry said slapping his leg, doing his best to keep Cinder on the back foot. “You actually have a man behind your man situation!... Or in your case possibly a woman behind this woman's situation.” The wizard mused to himself, making sure to take note of her reactions.

Cinder’s mind practically imploded at the fact she just made such a newbie mistake. One that would’ve had her beaten in her training to take the power that was hers. That she had practically given away free information to. A. Unharmed. Freaking. Opponent. Instead of one that should be groveling on his knees begging for his life.

One where she pretends to consider letting him live, if only to see his annoying face show hope, only for her to cruelly snatch it away with an arrow to his heart.

That was a thought she had entertained since she first met the self proclaimed ‘Wizard’ six months ago, which admittedly is becoming less and less statement and more fact.

His prowess in magic clearly surpassed her own when just using a fraction of Fall’s power. She wanted to prove, to show him that she was his superior and that he was but a small fly to crush.

To make up for her loss against him in that warehouse.

But it looks like he will be the second to fall to the new maiden.

Harry watched Cinder carefully, making sure to keep up his mask of boredom, while internally trying to figure out how to A) Keep Cinder from killing herself with her powers by accident. B) Accidentally killing Cinder himself. C) and Arguably the most important keep her from killing him.

He might have had decades of experience over her in magic, a body in his prime and physically superior capabilities to her, an illegal amount of dust on his body to soup up his magic, and frankly broken, if that is how the kids say it, amounts of aura to empower his soulfire.

She was for all intents and purposes a demigod that likely rivaled a Lady of the Summer or Winters courts, if not surpass them, with enough experience and craftiness to kill one Maiden before hand. He might rival her in power right now, but he had no where near the reserves to fight her forever, he might last for a couple of hours max, her reserve likely exceeded his by several margins.

She didn’t have to win, just wear him down to make a mistake… Unless he decided to tap into the horrid powersource, that mutated and deformed mantle he had long kept in check with his familiar.

The Cold Blood Mantle.

The Winter Knights Mantle was bad enough, but… If he tapped into that.

There was no guarantee Jaune wouldn't have to put him down, but the destruction he could cause… Was not something he wanted to think about.

His familiar would likely revel in it though, the ass.

In the middle of his thoughts, Cinder shot up into the air. Her eyes covered in bright orange flames, and her dress shining brightly as several lines of power started to-

Only for her to crash painfully back to the ground.

Harry only had said one word to bring her back down to the ground. “Gravitus.”

With a blast of raw magically energy broke out of his gravitational hold, and shot a beam of concentrated fire at the mage.

Rolling his eyes like a seventh grade drama student, Harry channeled his shield and with a force of will made the beam of plasma dance around him like a serpent in the wind before sending it into the air, where it detonated like a firework.

“So like I was saying Maiden? Really, cause you really don’t look like you fit the bill, I mean with how much leg you show off I imagine most people just peg you as a stripper, and to be honest the first time I met you I thought you were too.”

Cinder screamed in anger, sending out a wave of fire that turned the floor cherry red.

“Wait,” Harry said holding a placating hand up. “I just remember how school girls get past the whole purity things, and seeing how you dress-” Harry never got a chance to finish as a big, bad storm of glass, fire and ash swirled around Cinder, seeming to pulse in time with her twitching eyes, before being fired at Dresden.

It completely engulfed the wizard, the only clue was still there was the bright blue aura of his occasionally flashing before stopping entirely.

Cinder smirked happily as her storm raged, feeling better at the thought of the wizard beaten and bloody before her-

Only for a hand to cut through the storm and dispel it.

A cocky voice followed. “Oh, did I touch a nerve? Well let's pick at it, everybody knows that's what the cool kids are doing.” Dresden said smirking at her, looking no worse for wear. With a hand secretly crushing a dust crystal behind his back to start siphoning his reserves back to full.

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Power. So much power. It flowed through his entire being, he felt more than human, but at the same time so much less than human, as though part of him was buried and bound by the power that surrounded him. Limited by the very power he wields. But that is fine, he may end up trapped by the duty of the sword, but as long as the others are safe he will be happy.

First though, so many people are in danger and need help.

A constant stream of despair, worry, and anger floated around his head like specks of dust, but he knew each and every one of them like the back of his head.

Jaune could only be in one place at a time, with power came choice. The burden of the mighty is their choice.

Jaune had to prioritize, and choose which people needed his help first and which monsters to kill first.

At any other time this might have broken the young man, the knowledge that he had the power to defeat anything on this broken planet but not the time to save everyone. But his time with Harry had taught him… One person cannot save everyone.

So he made his choice.

Spreading his wings out he flew before the Grimm Dragon in a speed that would have broken a mortal man’s mind.

The dragon barely had time to register Jaune’s presence before he spoke. “Twisted One made in mockery of the heavenly emissaries, you and your spawns time is done. Come, it is time for your judgment.” The dragon roared in challenge at the shining one before it and charged a foul breath in its partially melted throat.

It never got the chance to release it.

Jaune had already cleaved apart it’s chest in one blinding swing, briefly turning this baleful night into a hopebring day, revealing a cruel twisted mockery of a heart beating inside the dragon’s now open chest.

Jaune appeared before the open chest and gently put his hand on the dragon’s still beating heart.

He prepared one the few spells his master taught him, and modified it based on the story his master had told him.

A bloodline killing spell. Starting from the oldest of the family tree and then ripping up it’s branches till it kills every member of the family that came from the progenitor. It wouldn’t kill every grimm in the world, but at least it would take care of the ones spawned from the dragon.

With an exercise of power he let it happen, then the dragon's heart burst in black ichor raining down on the boy, no, not a boy, Jaune was now a young man.

None of it touched him though, evaporating into nothingness upon impact with his holy aura.

The rest of the false dragon followed along, simply ceasing to exist, fading gently into the night sky.

Jaune let out a breath of relief at the spell working, feeling much less negativity in the back of his mind. Then set his sights on a man suddenly falling through the sky.

A red head with a partially melted suit on his body.

Catching him, Jaune recognized the man. Roman Torchwick. He was in a bad way, his aura shattered, acid burns across his body, and wouldn’t survive without medical treatment.

Jaune looked down at the man who was barely breathing his arms.

This was one of the Conspirators responsible for this mess.

Thousands, no more... dead at his hands alone.

Tens of thousands more would be affected by their death. Children that would grow up without a mother or father, grandparents, uncles and aunts, or cousins.

Billions of Lien in property damage that the innocent would pay for.

All through the action of one man and his conspirators.

So many hurt by his actions that it burned in him like a torch. A part of his soul screamed for judgment. Another for mercy whispered to him saying, that it was the witch that forced his hand, is it selfish to want to live and survive?

The other roared back, he was a thief before and will remain one. One, who has stolen millions from innocent and not, who has killed and maimed for his own gain. No saint is he.

Jaune looked up to the stars and then made his choice.

He put his hand to the man's head; And willed the man’s Aura back to full condition and beyond.

The effects were instantaneous, the burns fading, his skin regaining some color, and finally a dull orange aura faintly surrounded the man.

He would save the man. Liar and cheater he may be, murderer and con artist ,yes as well. But man all the same, one who has never been given a proper chance before.

Who would now have his very first and last chance.

To live his life well or face true judgment.

The man, despite being bad, was not evil. For even he had loved ones… One that prevented his judgment.

‘Roman saved himself by saving another.’ Jaune thought to himself looking down at his temporary ward.

The man’s eyes faintly stirred, but they quickly stopped as the Roman’s breathe deepened falling into a deep slumber.

Jaune focused on the man briefly to locate anyone with worry or care for the man, and surprisingly found two. Ruby of all people, and another girl with strong familiar love for the man.

Jaune quickly made his choice.

He appeared in front of the multi-colored haired girl who appeared to be grieving.

Jaune briefly coughed to get her attention.

She looked up and fell back in shock, not used to giant, glowing bird people getting the drop on her.

“Fear not! I come in peace!” Jaune said in hopefully calming voice.

Neo was too surprised in response, plus she was mute.

Jaune and her maintained eye contact for a second, Jaune not really knowing what to do and Neo still too shocked to realize that the giant in front of her held her father figure and mentor.

So Jaune just took the simple option. “Uh, I believe this is yours.” Putting Roman’s sleeping body in front of Neo, and about to teleport away, but remembered to say something knightly. Turning over his shoulder he looked the woman in her eyes. “Neo Politan, this is Roman Torchwick’s last and final chance for change make sure he uses it wisely. There is always time to improve yourself and better as a person. Goodbye.”

He then teleported away, leaving the bewildered, slightly terrified girl and her mentor in his wake.

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“So, has anybody ever told you, that you,” Dresden said while tanking a gout of fire on his shields. “Just scream evil?”

Cinder’s face twitched violently before a smug look fell over her face. “Any who have tried to disrespect me have found themselves reduced to dust.” She said with an arrogant tone. “That!” Harry yelled at her, causing the woman to stagger back from the Wizard unexpectedly raising his voice at her… Not even Salem yells at her.

“That, right there is just what I mean. Just absolutely smug, insufferable evil, is all that you seem to be! Anybody would be in the right to say you are. How you got this far is a mystery that not even the Scooby gang could solve!” Dresden yelled at her again.

Cinder once again staggered back again as though stuck. Ever since she left the Salems Castle she was used to being the top dog, and being criticized by a man wearing a duster with a Pumpkin Pete shirt underneath left a bit of sting.

Seeing her on the back foot Harry once again pressed forward.

“Like do you have any social awareness at all? How do you expect anybody to not suspect you for something? Does the word subtle mean anything to you? At least Torchwick takes pride in being a criminal, and lets everybody know it! You on the other hand look like you punt kittens and steal candy from babies, in broad daylight, while everybody watches.” He then takes a breath and says while in a very bad falsetto. “While screaming “Nefarious Plans!’ Only to wonder how anybody figured out your evil!”

Dresden took another breath. “Frankly, the only thing I find with less subtlety than you is Ironwood, whose name isn’t even worth the damn quip!”

Cinder at this point looked more akin to a cherry red than white hot.

“Shut up! Shut Up! Shut Up!” The girl screamed. Not really worth being called a woman if she’s throwing a tantrum.

Each shut up though was punctuated with a Fireball, so that’s a problem.

Or would be if she wasn’t fighting wizard.

With annoyingly, to Cinder, casual ease, he deflected each fireball out into the night sky to explode harmlessly or to hit any nearby grimm.

“Geez, Cindy,” Harry said with a disappointed smirk. “I thought you would be more fun than this, I mean even Little miss Mutey is a better conversationalist than you. I mean I get that you didn’t get this job with your brains, cause we both know that your evil Sugar Momma got you it, but I expect that you would at least…be decent at snarking, are you... are you pouting?” Dresden asked in utter bewilderment.

Hands on her knees, and breathing hard, her body doing very pleasant to the eyes. Cinder stared at the floor with a very definite pout on her face.

“No! No I am not pouting, I’m just plotting your demise!” Cinder said with a slight squeak to her voice.

Dresden was about to snark back till he saw something in the shadows.

“I don’t know, Cindy lets ask the kids!”

He threw his hands over towards the side of the building, casting a light over it, to show Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai.

The former looked like he was about to bust his gut from holding in his laughter.

The latter seemed to be boiling over with rage.

Ending Notes: Uh, what’s happening with Jaune is that, is that the sword he’s using, Amorachaccius, from the Dresden Files, is forged from one of the Nails of the Cross, with a Angel inside.

They’re power is relevant to the threat they’re facing, they’re kinda like Humanity’s trump card against evil, so they’re will always be a chance.

Anyway, Dresden Files Angels are made of Soulfire, aka Aura, Jaune can augment Aura and use’s it himself, the math is simple.

The Cold-Blood Mantle, even though it’s mentioned once, is what happened When Harry went to Yharnam. Beast’s Blood mixed with the Winter Mantle is dangerous.

#Jaune Arc #Cinder Fall #Dresden Files #Harry Dresden #Pyrrha Nikos

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