Back at it again...

"So... you going to tell me what the mask is about?"

I was sitting on a rooftop with my mask on, focusing on the docs the Schnee dust crates were located.

It has been two days since Blake ran away, I looked for her, but there are things even I can't do. there are just too many people on the streets where I could just miss her and my teammates not letting me be more effective was also a problem.

"You will see soon enough."

It was already night, people were not walking on the streets anymore, residing in their homes, meanwhile, here I was, awaiting someone that I fully intended to kill.

My sigh was inaudible as I watched a bullhead get closer to the docs and land in the opening.

What puzzled me was that there were no guards here, this was dust, something precious in vale ever since it started being stolen, yet there were no guards.

I stood up and took out my silver handgun from my shoulder holster and grabbed the handle of my folded dagger.

"Oh, are you some kind of hero?!"

My eyebrows furrowed and my lips morphed into a scowl at her cheery tone.

Yeah, a hero. Just how many have they murdered by not killing the "Villains".

Without a word, I turned into smoke when I saw Torchwick come out of the hanger.

With stealth granted to me by my new form and the weightlessness with it, I floated across the rooftops, summer following along with a slight look of interest on her face.

Materializing again, I aim my gun at the nearest white fang member that accompanied Torchwick for this robbery.

Shelving the thought of the white fang working with a human, I pull the trigger.

Looks like these were, in fact, a low-level grunt as his head and brain matter splattered on the crate behind him.

Ignoring the horrified gasp Summer, I use my aura to augment my muscles and enhance my speed, leaving behind two small craters where my feet were, I dashed towards the next target.

With a twirl of my sword handle, the blade unfolded and sank into the white fang member with a black rifle. His aura tried to protect him but ultimately failed against my Aura-resistant blade.

With a swift twist, I removed the blade from the person's neck and turned toward Torchwick's direction. Since that one man had Aura, I think he was the commander of the four that came together with Roman, but I better be careful.

Turning into smoke again, I move to the top of the crate and look around, in a small clearing I saw the said classy robber being held hostage by... Blake?

...Dude! Seriously?!

"Brothers of the white fang! Why are you aiding this scum?!"

...Just kill me now...

"...Hm? Wait where are the other two?"

Roman asked the two remaining white fang members in front of him. Taking that as my queue to come into the scene, I dashed forward, to the closest one and the one that posed the most threat. Not to me, but Blake. The two white fang members were confused, blake tilted her head at the smoke, and Torchwick just looked at the scene like he was piecing something together.

Returning to my physical form, I drove the dagger into the White fang member's chest. Torchwick used the moment of confusion to headbutt blake and get out of her hold.

Quickly aiming at the white-clad robber, I wasn't able to pull the trigger when the only remaining white fang member tried to cut my hand off...

I would have snorted if it wasn't for the situation.

Turning my hand along with my gun into smoke, I spin around and swing my dagger towards his neck.

To my surprise, my attack was blocked by a black katana.

I look at Blake who, for some reason, was being really annoying right now. I know I'm wearing a mask and all but come on, I think I at least thought her some common sense.

Without a word, I pass through her, turning into smoke and killing the white fang grunt that was trying to swing at her unprotected back.

As I turned to Roman, ignoring Blake for a second, I heard the sound of more bullheads approaching.

Damn.

"Run along kid, we have some business to take care of."

I ducked, avoiding a kick from blake...

"-Okay then."

Rolling my eyes, I send a roundhouse kick towards the cat Faunus. She managed to dodge but she didn't expect me to follow my momentum, kick off the ground and place my other leg right on her jaw... Quite painfully.

As she was launched to the side and rolled on the ground, I turned to Roman who was now surrounded by the white fang members that came from the two bullheads.

There were about fourteen of them, each holding the same type of weapon, a sword or a rifle...

Sighing at the interruption and the delay, I fuel my legs with aura, covering every strand of muscle with a protective barrier to not tear from what I was about to do.

With a slight grunt of exertion, I dashed forward, bringing my blade in an arc, slicing through a neck, then another, then another, and another.

Four people were dead, Roman was in front of me, aiming his cane at something behind me.

Might be my previous position or-

As soon as I stopped I send a quick glance towards the direction the cane was aimed at.

-Blake... and that blonde guy with a monkey tail.

...Ah, shit.

Activating my semblance, I detonated the flare as soon as it was fired, Intensifying the flame that was created by a spark as soon as the hammer hit the bullet.

The flare exploded inside the cane, ripping through the steel and engulfing both of us in flame. I was not affected, obviously, but the same couldn't be said about Roman.

The ear-piercing scream that ripped out of his mouth was enough to make me wince.

As soon as he was visible, I could say he now had one of the more gruesome scars on him.

It was pretty low on the scale, but... meh.

His hand was scorched, burns going up his arm, to the shoulder, and spreading to his cheek, he had his eye closed, which might have been damaged.

He was groaning in pain as he knelt on the ground and avoided moving his hand.

As I was about to put him out of his misery, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand and I immediately bent backward.

I heard the sound of glass shattering, as a girl with long pink and brown hair that split to the sides, her attire reminded me of ice cream and she held an umbrella in her left hand.

She was expanding a blade in her right hand with what seemed to be the handle of an umbrella.

So, she used a hidden blade.

And illusions.

What fun.