Chapter Sixteen

You know...

I caught the blade of the scythe that was aiming to dissect me with my sword and sent a shot into Qrow's leg.

Pivoting on my heel, I kicked the man painfully in the side, sending him across the building.

When you use a scythe as your main weapon, fighting others is painfully easy. It's like that rhythm game you play on hard mode and then suck at easy mode after a while.

I felt a flare of familiar Aura behind me and my eyes widened as I ducked to avoid a kick.

Rolling on the ground and straightening up, I raised an eyebrow behind my mask when I saw who it was.

It was none other than I. Well, original me who stood there like he was the main villain, with his leg still outstretched from the kick, smirking at me.

"Well, well, well, when Ozpin sent me here, I didn't expect to see a veteran struggling."

Was... Was he stealing my thing? Like, right now? How dare I?

"Screw you, kid!"

I was surrounded, and the original took off his guitar, transforming it into a scythe and twirling it deliberately.

I smirked to myself when he started walking toward me slowly and dramatically.

"Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?"

I spread my arms out, smirking arrogantly at myself.

"I can't kick your ass without getting closer."

Hah! Jojo memes everybody, the height of humor!

"Come, then!"

We rushed at each other, ignoring Qrow who was still getting his bearings.

A scythe was slashed at my torso I slid underneath, attempting to cut through my original leg. Instead of making contact, my blade cut through only air as the original followed through and jumped over me.

As I slid on the floor, I turned my body, aiming my gun at him and pulling the trigger. As the shot rang out around the museum, I tilted my head to the side, avoiding an arrow that was going to end up in my head.

Getting off the floor, I rushed him as he transformed his bow back into a scythe and took a step back in preparation.

The blade impacted ice as we clashed and Qrow took that opportunity to rush in from the side, attempting to slice me through with his own scythe only to be met with another shot from my gun.

"Dude, that was a dick move! Can't you see I'm fighting this guy in epic combat?"

I frowned, lowering my blade as the original did the same with his own frown.

"Yeah dude, dick move."

Qrow looked at us like we were a pair of idiots, which offended me, I was much more than that, thank you very much.

"Great, two nutcases."

He sighed and I took the opportunity provided.

I tried to stab my sword at Dantte, but considering that he was me and I was him, he stood the opportunity too, pushing down my blade and trying to kick me away.

I spun out of the way, aiming my gun at his body only to hear a click, making me deadpan. I was out of ammo? Really?

Dantte smirked at me and spun himself, aiming his scythe at me, only to be met with my blade intercepting it.

Pushing down the guitar, I pressed the release button on my magazine and swung my gun down, sending the magazine to the original.

He caught it and sent it back at me, only for me to duck and the magazine to impact Qrow who was sneaking up on me.

"Ow! Shit!"

Cackling madly, I threw my blade in the air, letting it spin as I jumped myself, kicking the butt of the handle and throwing it tip-first into Dantte.

He jumped back and I aimed the barrel of my gun at him as he was in mid-air, and shot since I took the chance to reload the gun while I was in mid-air. I was a badass like that.

The bullets impacted the chest of the original, sending him flying back and I rushed forward, grabbing the blade that dug into the concrete.

I fainted my right slash and dashed to the left, providing me the opportunity to lash out at the side of Dantte when he tried to block.

My blade was grabbed by the original which caused him to be in a rather awkward position.

A shot rang out, but it wasn't from my gun and I realized that as soon as pellets impacted my side I collided with a wall.

... This motherfucker!

I whirled around to glare at Qrow and rushed at him, Dantte followed behind me, but I knew that he would not stop me.

Qrow tried to defend himself, really, he did, but that did not stop me from bitchslapping him into unconsciousness.

"Hmm, really man? Batman?"

I rolled my eyes at the original who was poking Qrow with a stick he somehow found.

"I stole motorcycles for you and Nick, by the way, you're welcome."

He perked up, and I couldn't wait for the reaction nick would have and what he would do to this dumbass.

Ah, I liked being me sometimes.

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I coughed, a hand covering my mouth, and looked at the blood that was splattered on my hand, some drops joining the pool that was created by my own life liquid.

Well... this was bad, wasn't it?

I clutched at my side, covering the gash that went through my whole body and even cutting through my spine.

I glared at the man who was standing right before me, holding a grotesque scythe that had a single, slitted yellow eye blinking at me at the point where the blade started.

The older man himself was wearing a black button-up shirt with a red tie and black pants, his black cloak draped over his shoulders His black hair was covered by a suiting black tophat and his glowing blue eyes were looking at me with amusement.

"Hey, Nick! Is Dantte not with you? Man, I wanted to see him too, what a shame."

Well, this was bad.

Dantte and I weren't alone anymore.