Going Back Home

It's been 5 years…5 years of living in the realm of the broken moon.

A muscular arm, painted in shades of tomatoes, has the end of two fingers pulling on a piece of strings with two ends of it connected to a wooden, curve shaft in which an arrow is drawn along the strings held with fingers and a thumb.

Two palms connected to two muscular arms as they traced back to their owner where the wind brushes past the reddish, crimson pigmentation as a breeze of air entered through a humanoid nostril as the humanoid held the breath within the lungs inside the Herculean frame as the humanoid has its rubies eyes drilling holes upon the poor dummy target a few hundred feet away.

-And he releases the arrow.

The arrow whistles under the sun as it slices the wind as if it was butter and the arrow was the knife prior to making a thunk sound from afar. The speared head of the arrow pierces through the circular lines that were painted upon the dummy head by Aemilia – his adopted niece.

"Uncle Balasar!" speaks of the angel herself. Rocking the slim legs of her's, Aemilia was possibly – no, definitely – rumored and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in Signal Academy: slim frame, a face with a v-jaw that's connected to her heart-shaped face, hair constructed from silver, and iris of the skies as it's shaded with the pigmentation of the heaven above.

Adorning in a white t-shirt and palish jeans, matching her creamy pigmentation, with snowflakes pattern printed upon the clothing, the girl with pointed ears called out to her uncle – with a voice from the heaven that contains in her slim neck – who adorns in a short-sleeve blackened suit.

The said person turns his neck towards the voice with two ends of his lips spread apart as it raises into a smile as he waves his hand towards the girl. The crimson humanoid walks towards the destination where the girl is waiting as each footstep, from his darkened boot, squashes the fresh grass below. Reflecting upon her light-cyan eyes was a humanoid who appeared in his thirties that have crimson pigmentation, ruby irises, and a bow that was strapped onto his back.

"Seems like you're done with your class-" a stern, heavy voice originated from Balasar as he saw Aemilia jump out of the window from the ground floor, which was next to the training ground, as she ran towards him with eyes has excitement as its fillings before Balasar put his hand above her crown, that has a flow of silver combed into a singular braid as it reaches Aemilia's hip, and pat her on the head "-and how was your class?"

"Hehe, it was ok, uncle-" Aemilia chuckles as he responds to her uncle as he continues batting her head prior to stopping. Aemlia's face relaxes as her light-cyan orbs look at the reddish orb of her uncle before an angelic voice leaves her throat "-and also I have chosen which schools I'm gonna go to after graduation."

"Really? and that is ?" planted upon his face, absence of his hair and the existence of his ram-like, curve horns remained, was a singular eyebrow raises as it reaches his forehead with his ruby irises staring at the young half-elf in front of him.

"Haven Academy"

"It's been four months since she said that-" Balasar, the Red Dragonborn – Faunus, apparently that is how other races besides the human race are called in this realm – and the uncle of the Half-elf Aemilia, has his boots, along with his charcoal suit from this morning at Signal Academy, step in a pattern as he strolls the street of vale under the blanket of stars and a broken moon with a breeze of breath escaping through his lips "and after graduation, she still insisted upon Haven Academy."

"What's with the sigh uncle?" Aemilia, the beautiful and attractive silver-hair Faunus, has her cyan eyes upon her uncle who walking right next to her as she is decorated in the same style of clothes this morning with an addition of a pure, pale cloak.

"Oh, it's just…-" he pauses, sighing once more.

"Just what uncle?" her voice is sweet and kind as ever as an eyebrow raises upon her forehead as she gazes at the curve-horns uncle of her.

"It's just…weird that the reasons you want to go to Haven Academy-" He gazes back at his niece before an eyebrow – this time his – raises with half-closed eyes and a deadpanned expression "-was so that you could-"

-Before he could finish, a piercing sound reaches both their ears; a sound of shattering glass.

Both niece and uncle widened their eyes as they snap their necks toward the originator of the sound and reflected upon their eyes was a girl within a red hood as a cape floated in the air before settling down back to earth as she held a ginormous red scythe.

-And surrounding her were weapon-wield men in suits.

Aemilia's face begins to twist from confusion from her uncle into one of concern as she stares while her hand was in the palm of her uncle. Aemilia's neck snap towards her uncle and reflected upon her eyes had one effect on her – determination.

-For what Ameilia learned when she was young is that when her uncle's ruby irises sharpen like a knife, everyone is destined to become butter.

Aemilia's two ends of eyebrows drift downwards as both ends of her lips drip to the ground before both uncle and niece release their hand from one another.

-Balasar reaches for his bow-greataxe.

Ruby was shocked…not by the number of people that were adorning in suits matches the night and charcoal bowler hats wielding their weapons – which were all aiming at the red-cloak worn girl – however by one thing particular just happen.

-One man falls upon the street, then another, and another.

Ruby saw the fourth get bludgeoned by a wooden cylinder as it punches the right cheeks of the fourth man before making the street his destination for resting beside the bed owned by the person. Two silver orbs implanted within the skull of the short, charcoal hair Ruby twirl towards the direction of the missile, and reflected upon her eyes with one side was the light of the Dust shop she was in with the windows shattered and on the other side was a Herculean man with curve horns interlock to the side of his head – drawing his bows with two singular axes connected to the end of the bow where the strings are – as a silver sheet floats upon the upper corner of her eyes.

She twists her neck to get her line of visions to capture the silver sheets and before her was a figure, slim and adorned in a white cloak, with a blanket of silver strands sewn into the crown of the pointed-ears figure. Oh, did Ruby forget to mention that the figure was floating in front of her with both the cloak and the silver blanket of hair floating as well?

-If she was still young, she might have needed to change pants on the spot.

The slim figure then vanished…prior to appearing behind one of the suited men. The other men follow Ruby's gaze to find the creamy skin figure before one of them gained the courage to step forward and attack her. As the one filled with courage raised the bat in his palms over his ink hat, the slim figure – seen by Ruby – smirked before she gracefully dodges…the muscular man's wooden arrows, resulting in the courageous one being punched by the four arrows of wooden nature that were released by the man – two to the chest, one to the gut, and one to the forehead.

"Wow! Are they professional hunts-AH!" As the man fell down, Ruby's silver eyes glinted with excitement yet before her train of thought can come to a close one of the men rush forward to attack her. Luckily, she dodges as she swept the leg of her attacker before throwing him into the air and away from her with her baby – Crescent Rose – prior to metamorphosis into a cyclone of roses towards the remaining.

Two men are flabbergasted by what they saw before Ruby appeared out of the crimson cyclone before she strikes them at the head with the blunt-end, back-end, of the blood-color scythe prior to stopping behind them as they landed their unconscious bodies upon the darkened road with their face. This singular action causes both the Herculean Faunus and slim Faunus to sway their attention away from the enemies and focus on the young girl.

-Balasar's ruby-like eyes have their lids raise.

"Ruby Rose?!" Thought pierce through his head as he rushes forwards to Aemilia's side while he metamorphizes his weapon from a greatbow to a greataxe with blunted blades before he impacted two suited men in the abdomen. Seeing her uncle rushes toward her, Aemilia pulls from her back a metallic quarterstaff, that reflected the light under the moonlight, before running towards the closest enemy that is spotted by her heaven eyes.

The target saw the pure-cover Faunus rushes toward him before he responded with a barrage of bullets towards the beautiful Faunus. However, it ended with dread crawling upon his spine as his eyes have the view of the bullets hitting – but not spreading its terror upon the Faunus.

-All the bullets definitely have impacted…but it stops and bends before piercing her face.

The gun was knocked out of his hand as it flew into the windless air above as the view of the gun shifted when his eyes – behind the darkened glasses – from looking up went to look at the women before him. To find the quarterstaff was an inch away from his face.

Aemilia thrust the quarterstaff to the bridge of his nose, earning Aemilia's pointed ears a grunting sound which earn a smile from her, before stepping back from the blow as another strike impacted upon his temples. As a result, one more went down.

Aemilia shifted her eyes towards the last one: a bowler hat with a singular red lining at the base of the hat, smooth hair sewn into his crown that matches oranges, and decorated himself in a palish suit, opposite to the other men worn. His emerald eyes become sharpen as he stared at the girl in red and the two newcomers…before a smile is placed on his face.

"Well, I did not expect that. I must give it to you all-" two hands in motion as the two palms face each other while he applauded "-but unfortunately, I have a job to do, isn't that right Red-" he turns to Ruby "-Bloody" he turns to Balasar "-and White" before settling upon the white cloak girl who was closest to him.

A grin plastered on his face as he raise his cane and pointed towards Aemilia before firing bullets from the end of the cane. This causes Aemilia to widen her eyes as she dodges the bullet. However, one of the bullets was able to catch itself upon one of her thighs. This leads Aemilia's throat to let a grunt escape through her lips as the blood begins to flow like air through the bullet hole.

Roman Torchwick, a wanted criminal, finds his eyes have spotted an opportunity as he spins to rush forwards the ladder that was attached to one of the buildings behind him – That was before he felt his legs got stung by a knife.

He fell down, using his forearm as a cushion, as he impacted the empty road below with his eyes squeezing at the pain that before he spins his neck and that was the worst decision he have ever done as the freezing sensation washed upon his spin with his eyes widen at the sight before him.

-Slowly walking towards him, was an angry uncle.

Veins are on the verge of popping as his neck and body begin to strain themselves as each footstep echoes through the charcoal street, which was illuminated by the light from the light pole and the moonlight, with his palms burning as he gripped the greataxe in his hand. Along with this fact, eyelids retreat towards their socket as ruby irises are widened as the sun and sharpen like a knife.

-Balasar was pissed…as his blades are no longer blunted.

Roman tried to pick himself up from the cold ground below but couldn't do so before the pain surged through his body as his emerald eyes looked at his feet and were shocked to see one phenomenon that happens on his body: three arrows scatter around a bleeding foot.

-And before he knew it, an axe was raised.