Chapter XXV: Doubles Round; Never Miss A Beat
Cinder's Strategic Assessment - The Lailah Complication
The Unwelcome Variable
Cinder Fall had positioned herself strategically within the Vytal Festival crowds, her carefully constructed identity as a Haven Academy student providing perfect cover for reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. Salem's plans required precise understanding of all variables, and the tournament provided an ideal opportunity to assess potential obstacles to their objectives.
What she had not expected to observe was a complication of such magnitude that it threatened to fundamentally alter their entire approach to Vale's conquest.
Standing with quiet authority near the royal box, seemingly casual in her observation of the tournament proceedings, was a figure that made Cinder's amber eyes narrow with calculation and barely concealed concern. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, with the distinctive pointed ears and ethereal beauty of Dark Elven heritage, but there was something in her bearing that set her apart from even the royal family members present.
Supreme Commander Lailah Berethon commanded attention without seeming to demand it, her presence creating subtle shifts in the behavior of every military professional within her vicinity. Even at rest, she carried herself with the unconscious authority of someone accustomed to making life-and-death decisions that affected entire kingdoms.
Intelligence Assessment
Cinder's extensive briefings on potential threats to Salem's operations had included detailed profiles of military leaders throughout the kingdoms, but Lailah's information had been marked with warnings that now proved woefully inadequate for the reality of her presence.
Supreme Commander of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard. Combat record: Classified at highest levels. Strategic capabilities: Unknown but presumed extensive. Personal combat ability: Unconfirmed but reportedly exceeds all known female combatants in recent Remnant history.
The clinical intelligence summaries had failed to convey the aura of controlled lethality that surrounded Lailah like an invisible field of warning. Cinder's own considerable combat experience allowed her to recognize the signs of someone whose capabilities far exceeded normal parameters, even by huntress standards.
"Emerald," Cinder murmured quietly into her communication device, "I need immediate intelligence update on Dark Elven military presence at the festival. Focus on command structure and estimated combat capabilities."
Military Deference Patterns
What made Cinder's tactical assessment even more concerning was the pattern of deference she observed from various military personnel throughout the festival grounds. It wasn't simply respect for rank or diplomatic courtesy – it was the kind of acknowledgment that seasoned warriors gave to someone whose reputation was built on demonstrated superiority rather than political appointment.
General Ironwood's brief interaction with Lailah had been particularly telling. The Atlas military leader, known for his direct approach and reluctance to show weakness, had displayed a level of professional respect that bordered on deference. Their conversation had been brief and conducted in low tones, but Cinder's enhanced hearing had caught enough to understand that they were coordinating on matters of mutual strategic interest.
That suggests existing cooperation between Atlas and Dark Elven forces, Cinder noted mentally. Which implies intelligence sharing and possibly joint operational planning.
Even more disturbing was Winter Schnee's obvious familiarity with Lailah, the two women interacting with the comfortable efficiency of military professionals who had worked together before. If the Schnee family's military connections extended to formal alliance with Dark Elven forces, it represented a level of coordination that Salem's intelligence network had failed to detect.
Combat Capability Analysis
Cinder's assessment of Lailah's personal combat capabilities was based on observation of subtle physical indicators and the reactions of other skilled fighters in her vicinity. The Supreme Commander moved with the fluid grace that marked a lifetime of martial training, but more importantly, she displayed the kind of relaxed alertness that came from absolute confidence in one's ability to handle any threat.
Her equipment, while not ostentatious, showed the quality and customization that marked a warrior who had survived countless battles and learned from each encounter. The sword at her side was clearly a masterwork weapon, its design suggesting both ceremonial importance and devastating practical application.
She's stronger than Winter Schnee, Cinder concluded with growing unease. Possibly significantly stronger. And if the intelligence assessments are accurate about her being the strongest female combatant in recent history, that makes her a potential threat to my own combat superiority.
The realization was deeply unsettling. Cinder's power had been carefully cultivated through Salem's training and the acquisition of Maiden abilities, but it was predicated on the assumption that she could overwhelm any individual opponent through superior force and tactical awareness. Lailah represented an unknown variable that could disrupt that calculation.
Strategic Implications
The presence of the Dark Elven Royal Vanguard's Supreme Commander at the Vytal Festival created multiple complications for Salem's planned assault on Vale. Military coordination between kingdoms was expected during international events, but Lailah's presence suggested something more significant than ceremonial cooperation.
If the Dark Elves have committed their primary military asset to festival security, it implies they consider the potential threats to be serious enough to warrant their most capable commander's personal attention, Cinder analyzed. That suggests intelligence about our operations may have leaked, or they're responding to threat assessments we're not aware of.
The implications extended beyond immediate tactical concerns to the broader strategy of conquest. Salem's plans had accounted for Atlas military forces and Vale's huntsmen, but the addition of Dark Elven military capabilities represented a significant force multiplier that could complicate or prevent successful completion of their objectives.
Observing the Royal Family Dynamics
Cinder's attention was also drawn to the way the Dark Elven royal family interacted with Lailah, their behavior suggesting relationships that went beyond formal military hierarchy. King Erebus and Queen Morwyn treated her with the respect due to family rather than just a military subordinate, while the royal children showed genuine affection mixed with obvious admiration for her capabilities.
She's Berethon's wife, Cinder recalled from her briefings, which makes her sister-in-law to Queen Morwyn and aunt to the royal princes. That level of family integration with the military command structure creates loyalty bonds that are much stronger than normal chain of command relationships.
Prince Odyn's interaction with Lailah had been particularly telling, the young warrior showing a level of deference that suggested he viewed her as both family member and military superior whose approval carried significant weight. If the Dark Elven military leadership was this closely integrated with the royal family, it meant their forces would respond to threats with the kind of personal motivation that made them far more dangerous than conventional military units.
The Branwen-Dark Elf Connection
Perhaps most concerning from Cinder's perspective was the realization that Lailah's marriage to Qrow Branwen created direct intelligence pipelines between the Dark Elven military command and Ozpin's inner circle. This connection explained discrepancies in Salem's intelligence assessments and suggested that their operations had been potentially compromised from much earlier stages than previously suspected.
The careful positioning of various operatives throughout the festival suddenly took on new meaning when viewed through the lens of coordinated intelligence sharing between Qrow's networks and Dark Elven military assets. Lailah's presence wasn't just military support for international cooperation – it was active participation in whatever defensive preparations Ozpin's faction had been developing.
Winter's position as Ironwood's most trusted operative, combined with her family connections to the newly established royal marriage, created intelligence and coordination channels that Salem's network had not fully accounted for. If the Schnee family was actively facilitating military cooperation between Atlas and the Dark Elven kingdoms, it represented a level of organized resistance that could prove decisive in any conflict.
The marriage between Prince Odyn and Weiss Schnee wasn't just diplomatic theater, Cinder realized with growing concern. It was the formalization of existing military and intelligence cooperation that's been developing for months or years.
Tactical Reassessment Required
As Cinder continued her observation of the festival proceedings, her mental calculations shifted from confidence in Salem's planned operations to serious concern about variables that had not been properly assessed. Lailah's presence, combined with the evidence of extensive cooperation between Atlas and Dark Elven forces, suggested that their intelligence about Vale's defensive capabilities had been dangerously incomplete.
I need to report this immediately, she decided. Salem's plans may need fundamental revision based on these new threat assessments.
The Supreme Commander's reputation as the strongest female combatant in recent history wasn't just military propaganda – it was a warning that Cinder was now forced to take seriously. Any operation that brought her into direct conflict with Lailah would require careful planning and possibly additional resources that Salem might not be willing to commit.
Mercury's Perspective
Mercury Black had been conducting his own reconnaissance from a different position within the festival crowds, his assessment focused on potential escape routes and crowd control factors. His communication with Cinder carried undertones of unease that matched her own growing concerns.
"The Dark Elf soldiers aren't just ceremonial guard," Mercury reported quietly. "They're positioned for tactical response to serious threats, and they're all watching their Supreme Commander for orders. These aren't parade ground troops – they're combat veterans who've seen real action."
The confirmation of Mercury's tactical assessment reinforced Cinder's conclusion that Salem's intelligence about Vale's defensive preparations had missed crucial elements. The Dark Elven military presence wasn't symbolic support for international cooperation – it was a serious commitment of military assets that suggested they were preparing for actual combat scenarios.
Emerald's Intelligence Gathering
Emerald Sustrai's illusion abilities had allowed her to gather intelligence through careful eavesdropping on military personnel and diplomatic staff, her findings adding disturbing context to Cinder's direct observations.
"The Dark Elves have been coordinating with Atlas for months," Emerald reported through their secure communication channel. "Joint training exercises, intelligence sharing, coordinated patrol schedules. This isn't festival cooperation – this is active military alliance."
The revelation that Atlas and Dark Elven forces had been conducting joint operations meant that Salem's planned assault would face coordinated resistance from multiple kingdoms' military assets, all under the command of leaders who had been preparing for exactly the kind of operation Salem intended to execute.
The Unspoken Threat
As Cinder concluded her initial assessment of the Lailah complication, her amber eyes tracked the Supreme Commander's movements through the festival crowds. There was something deeply unsettling about watching someone whose capabilities exceeded her own understanding, particularly when those capabilities were backed by the kind of military resources that could decisively influence any conflict.
She's not just strong, Cinder realized with crystalline clarity. She's strategically positioned, politically connected, and commanding forces that could disrupt our entire operation. Salem needs to know that our assumptions about Vale's vulnerabilities may have been fundamentally flawed.
The tournament continued around them, the crowds cheering for combat demonstrations that suddenly seemed almost trivial compared to the military capabilities that Lailah represented. Cinder's mission had shifted from reconnaissance to threat assessment, and the assessment was deeply troubling for Salem's ambitious plans.
The strongest female combatant in recent Remnant history was standing less than a hundred meters away, surrounded by allies, commanding military forces, and clearly prepared for exactly the kind of threat that Salem represented. The game had become far more complicated than anyone had anticipated.
The Albanar Princess in Combat - Yang and Weiss vs FNKI
Pre-Match Preparation
The announcement echoed through Amity Colosseum as the next match was called, and Yang Xiao Long stretched her arms with characteristic confidence while her partner made final adjustments to Myrtenaster.
"Well, now it's our turn!" Yang declared, her golden hair catching the arena lights as she loosened up for combat.
Weiss Schnee-Albanar nodded, her movements precise and controlled as she checked her weapon's Dust chambers. "Just remember to keep proper form," she advised, though her tone carried the warmth of friendship rather than criticism.
Yang chuckled at the familiar reminder. "Alright." Her expression shifted to tactical awareness as she considered their upcoming opponents. "You're from Atlas. What could we expect from their academy?"
"Well, seeing as their Kingdom, academy and armed forces are all merged as one," Weiss explained while Yang continued her stretching routine, "I think we can expect strict, militant fighters with advanced technology and carefully rehearsed strategies."
At that precise moment, a rainbow blur zoomed past both huntresses-in-training, coming to a stop on the opposite side of the arena. The blur resolved into a pigtailed Faunus girl on roller blades with a cat tail swishing playfully, standing next to a young man in a fedora and sunglasses who held a trumpet with casual confidence.
Weiss recovered from her surprise faster than Yang, who stood with her mouth slightly open. "...Or whatever they are," she amended with dry humor.
The Royal Confrontation
Flynt Coal stepped forward with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, gesturing toward the white-haired princess. "Hey! You're Weiss Albanar, right? The Dark Elven Princess?"
Weiss inclined her head gracefully, maintaining royal composure despite the arena setting. "I am."
"I heard you married into that royal family," Flynt continued, his tone conversational but with an underlying edge. "Bet that comes with all kinds of privileges and Dust access."
"I do my best with what I have," Weiss replied diplomatically, though her pale blue eyes remained alert for the direction this conversation was taking.
Flynt's smile turned sardonic. "Yeah, well, my dad did his best too. Owned a little Dust shop of his own." His expression darkened as he continued, "Till the Schnee Dust Company ran him out of business. Course, that was before you became royalty and left all that behind, Princess."
The emphasis he placed on her new title carried clear mockery, and Weiss felt the familiar weight of her family's corporate legacy even in her new life. "I'm sorry to hear about your father's shop," she said sincerely. "The SDC's business practices... I know they caused hardship for many independent operators."
"Sure you are," Flynt replied sarcastically, turning away with dismissive casualness.
Yang stepped forward, her protective instincts engaging. "Hey! Why don't you—"
"Hey! Why don't you?" Neon Katt interrupted, dropping her voice in an unflattering imitation before pointing at Yang with manic energy. "That's what you sound like!"
Royal Box Observations
In the elevated seating area reserved for dignitaries, Prince Odyn Albanar leaned forward with intense focus as he watched his wife prepare for combat. His fiery orange eyes tracked every movement, every gesture, his tactical mind already analyzing the opposition and potential strategies.
"She's in her element," Roy observed quietly, taking a position beside his brother where he could watch both the match and Ruby's reactions from the general seating area.
"Weiss has always been at her best when she can prove herself through action rather than titles," Odyn replied, though his voice carried the undertone of protective concern that marked his feelings for his wife.
Princess Lyra bounced slightly in her seat, her youthful enthusiasm barely contained by royal protocol. "Sister Weiss is going to show them why you don't insult the royal family!"
"She's going to show them why you don't underestimate a skilled huntress," Queen Morwyn corrected gently, though her own eyes gleamed with anticipation for the coming demonstration.
King Erebus maintained his regal composure while observing the pre-match exchanges, his strategic mind noting the personal animosity that would likely affect combat dynamics. "The emotional component will either strengthen her resolve or create tactical vulnerabilities," he commented quietly.
Combat Engagement
The holographic roulette spun and selected the arena configuration: volcanic terrain, sandy desert, steaming geysers, and ruined buildings. As the environment rose around the four combatants, both teams prepared for the complexity of multi-terrain combat.
"Three! Two! One! Begin!" Port announced, and the match commenced with explosive intensity.
Flynt immediately raised his trumpet and unleashed a powerful sound wave that sent both Yang and Weiss sliding backward from the force. Weiss managed to create a glyph beneath herself to arrest her momentum, but the attack had already served its purpose as Neon used the sonic push to propel herself forward in a rainbow burst of speed.
The Faunus girl crashed into Yang, driving her back toward the urban section of the arena while Weiss found herself facing Flynt's continued musical assault. Dark glyphs appeared beneath her feet as she pushed forward through the cone of sound waves, her movements precise and controlled despite the acoustic battering.
The Princess Under Pressure
In the royal box, Odyn's hands clenched as he watched his wife navigate the sonic attacks, his warrior instincts wanting to intervene but his respect for her capabilities keeping him in place.
"She's adapting well to the unconventional attack patterns," he observed, though the tension in his voice betrayed his emotional investment in the outcome.
"Weiss has always been tactically flexible," Ruby added from her nearby seat, having moved closer to the royal section to better observe her friend's performance. "She'll figure out how to counter his sound-based attacks."
Indeed, Weiss was already adjusting her strategy, using a series of glyphs to close distance with Flynt despite his sonic barrage. However, when the musician suddenly stopped playing, her forward momentum carried her past him, earning a solid kick to her back that sent her crashing through a red Dust crystal.
The impact triggered a cascade of fire pillars in that section of the arena, and Flynt's grin showed his satisfaction at forcing the princess into such a dangerous position.
Yang's Escalating Frustration
Meanwhile, Yang's battle with Neon was becoming increasingly personal as the Faunus girl's taunting struck at every one of Yang's emotional triggers.
"Never miss a beat! Never miss a beat!" Neon chanted as she skated circles around Yang's increasingly wild attacks, her rainbow-colored movement making her nearly impossible to target effectively.
The psychological warfare was working exactly as intended, with Neon's comments about Yang being "top-heavy" and later "bottom-heavy" when she froze Yang's leg serving to escalate the blonde brawler's anger to dangerous levels.
"You should cool off!" Neon called out after landing another hit. "Get it? Because you're angry."
Yang's response was to smash her frozen arm against a wall, shattering both the ice and the structure itself, her purple eyes beginning to show hints of red around the edges.
Weiss's Tactical Brilliance
Back in the volcanic section, Weiss demonstrated why her combat training had made her worthy of royal marriage as she summoned four large ice projectiles aimed at Flynt. The musician's response was to use a fire column to melt her attack, but Weiss had anticipated this counter.
Switching to wind-based Dust, she engaged Flynt in a battle of opposing forces - her directed air currents against his sonic waves. The standoff continued until Weiss revealed the true depth of her tactical planning by creating multiple glyphs around the battlefield.
Using her signature glyph-bouncing technique, she struck Flynt repeatedly from different angles, her movements too fast and unpredictable for him to counter effectively. However, Flynt's Semblance activation changed the entire dynamic of their engagement.
The Killer Quartet
"What's this?" Port exclaimed from the announcer's booth as multiple Flynts appeared on the battlefield.
"It appears young Flynt has just activated his Semblance!" Oobleck explained with academic excitement. "And quite a remarkable one at that. Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on Flynt Coal's Killer Quartet!"
The four Flynts coordinated their sonic assault, overwhelming Weiss's defenses and sending her flying backward. In the royal box, Odyn half-rose from his seat before forcing himself to remain in place, his respect for his wife's capabilities warring with his protective instincts.
"She can handle this," he said firmly, as much to convince himself as to reassure the others. "Weiss has faced worse odds and prevailed through tactical innovation."
The Sacrifice Play
As Yang's battle with Neon reached a crescendo of psychological warfare - with the Faunus girl's final taunt of "You're fat" pushing Yang past her breaking point - Weiss made a critical tactical assessment.
She could see Yang completely consumed by rage, no longer fighting strategically but simply trying to destroy everything in sight. She could also see Flynt preparing to use his Killer Quartet to eliminate Yang while she was distracted.
Without hesitation, Weiss made the decision that would define the match. Jumping up from her prone position, she knocked the original Flynt into the pool of lava just as it erupted, sacrificing her own Aura reserves to eliminate the primary threat to her partner.
"What?" Yang exclaimed, suddenly realizing what had happened.
"Weiss!" Ruby and Blake cried out simultaneously from the stands.
"It appears we have a double knockout on our hands!" Port announced, though his excitement was tempered by concern for the princess's wellbeing.
Royal Pride and Concern
In the royal box, the Dark Elven royal family watched with mixed emotions as Weiss's Aura readings flatlined, indicating her elimination from the match.
"She sacrificed herself to protect her teammate," King Erebus observed with unmistakable pride. "That is exactly the kind of leadership and loyalty we hoped to see from our new princess."
Odyn's expression showed both worry for his wife's safety and admiration for her tactical decision. "She saw the larger strategic picture and acted accordingly," he said quietly. "Yang was compromised by emotional manipulation, so Weiss removed the primary threat even at cost to herself."
"But she's out of the match now," Lyra pointed out with concern for her new sister-in-law.
"Wait," Roy interjected, his diplomatic training making him attentive to details others might miss. "Look at Flynt."
The Incomplete Victory
Indeed, Flynt was struggling back to his feet from the lava blast, wobbly and clearly at his limit but still technically in the fight. The sacrifice hadn't achieved a complete trade, leaving Yang to face two opponents while emotionally compromised.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Flynt Coal remains standing!" Port announced, and the musician began walking toward Yang with pure anger written on his face.
What followed was Yang's complete psychological breakdown, her rage finally overwhelming her strategic thinking as she unleashed devastating attacks in all directions. However, her fury also provided the power she needed to overcome her remaining opponents through sheer destructive force.
Victory and Reflection
When the final buzzer sounded and Yang stood victorious, her first action was to run to Weiss's side in the volcanic section.
"Weiss! Are you okay?" Yang asked, kneeling beside her ash-covered partner.
"I may not be singing for a while," Weiss replied weakly, her voice hoarse from smoke inhalation but her eyes showing satisfaction with the outcome.
Yang looked both worried and relieved before breaking into a smile. "You know, I'm not sure that was proper form."
"Oh, ha ha," Weiss managed between coughing fits, but her expression showed she appreciated both the victory and Yang's concern.
From the royal box, Odyn watched the reunion with deep pride. His wife had proven herself not just as a skilled combatant, but as a leader willing to sacrifice personal glory for team success - exactly the qualities that made her worthy of her royal position and his love.
"She exceeded even my expectations," he said quietly to his family, his fiery orange eyes never leaving the figure of his wife as she was helped to her feet by her teammates.
In the arena below, even their defeated opponents showed respect for the tactical brilliance they had witnessed.
"That was a gutsy move, Albanar," Flynt admitted, using her married name with genuine respect rather than mockery. "I dig it."
The acknowledgment from someone who had begun the match with personal animosity spoke to the impression Weiss had made through her actions rather than her titles.
As Team RWBY gathered around their injured teammate, accepting the cheers of the crowd, Weiss caught sight of the royal box where her husband sat. The proud smile on Odyn's face told her everything she needed to know about how her performance had been received by her new family.
The Prince's Descent
However, pride quickly gave way to protective concern as Odyn observed his wife's condition more closely. The smoke inhalation, the visible exhaustion, and the way she leaned heavily on Yang all triggered his warrior instincts and husband's worry in equal measure.
"I need to check on her," Odyn announced to his family, rising from his seat with controlled urgency.
"Of course," Queen Morwyn replied with understanding. "A husband's place is with his wife after such a battle."
King Erebus nodded approvingly. "Go to her, son. Royal protocol can wait when family wellbeing is concerned."
Odyn made his way through the arena corridors with purposeful strides, his royal guard maintaining discrete distance while ensuring his security. The cheering crowds parted respectfully as they recognized the Dark Elven prince, though his attention remained focused solely on reaching his wife.
The Arena Floor Meeting
As Odyn emerged onto the arena floor, his fiery orange eyes immediately locked onto Weiss, who was still catching her breath and accepting congratulations from her teammates. The sight of her ash-covered form and hoarse voice intensified his concern, overriding any consideration of public appearances or diplomatic protocol.
"Weiss," he called out as he approached, his voice carrying both relief at her victory and worry for her condition.
She looked up at his approach, her pale blue eyes lighting up despite her exhaustion. "Odyn? You shouldn't have left the royal box..."
"My place is wherever my wife needs me," he replied firmly, reaching her side and gently taking her hands to assess her condition. "How are you feeling? That was a significant impact with the Dust crystal."
Ruby, Yang, and Blake stepped back slightly to give the married couple space, though their smiles showed appreciation for Odyn's obvious concern for their teammate.
"I'm alright," Weiss assured him, though her voice remained rough from smoke exposure. "Just a bit singed around the edges."
Flynt's Approach
As the royal couple spoke quietly, Flynt Coal approached with obvious hesitation, his earlier confident demeanor replaced by something approaching nervousness. The sight of the Dark Elven prince - clearly identifiable by his royal bearing and the subtle deference of those around him - had given the musician new perspective on exactly who he had been addressing so dismissively.
"Excuse me," Flynt said, stopping at a respectful distance and removing his fedora. "Your Highness?"
Odyn looked up from his examination of his wife's condition, his expression neutral but attentive. The musician's changed demeanor and formal address suggested this was more than casual post-match conversation.
"I'm Flynt Coal," the young man continued, his voice carrying none of its earlier cockiness. "From the match your wife just... won against."
"I observed your performance," Odyn replied evenly, his tone neither hostile nor particularly warm. "You fought with skill and determination."
The Formal Apology
Flynt shifted uncomfortably, clearly struggling with what he needed to say. "Your Highness, I... I need to apologize for how I spoke to Princess Weiss before the match. I had no right to address her with such disrespect, regardless of my personal grievances."
The formality of his address and the genuine regret in his voice showed that he understood the magnitude of his earlier behavior. Speaking dismissively to a reigning princess in front of her husband was not merely rude - it was potentially a diplomatic incident.
"I let my anger about my father's business cloud my judgment," Flynt continued, looking directly at Odyn rather than avoiding his gaze. "The Princess fought with honor, and she deserved better treatment from me."
Weiss watched the exchange with interest, her hand finding Odyn's arm as she sensed the tension in the situation. Yang, Ruby, and Blake remained nearby but quiet, understanding that this was a moment requiring diplomatic sensitivity.
Royal Forgiveness and Understanding
Odyn studied Flynt's expression for a long moment, his tactical mind processing both the sincerity of the apology and the broader implications of the situation. When he spoke, his voice carried the authority of royalty tempered by genuine understanding.
"Your apology is accepted, Flynt Coal," Odyn said formally, though his tone warmed slightly. "And your grievances against the Schnee Dust Company are not without merit."
The prince's words surprised everyone present, including Weiss, who looked up at her husband with curiosity about his diplomatic approach.
"The SDC's business practices have caused genuine hardship for many independent operators and their families," Odyn continued, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had studied these issues extensively. "Your father's loss was real, and your anger was understandable, even if misdirected toward my wife."
Flynt's expression showed surprise at the royal acknowledgment of his family's suffering. He had expected either dismissal or formal correction, not validation of his concerns.
"However," Odyn added, his tone becoming more pointed, "Princess Weiss has worked actively to distance herself from those practices and to use her influence for more ethical purposes. Your quarrel was never truly with her, but with policies she had no part in creating."
The Musician's Recognition
"I... understand that now," Flynt replied, glancing at Weiss with new respect. "Watching her fight, seeing her sacrifice herself to protect her teammate... that showed me what kind of person she really is, regardless of her family name or royal title."
He straightened slightly, his posture becoming more formal as he addressed both of them. "Your Highness, Princess Weiss fought with exceptional honor today. She proved herself worthy of respect through her actions, not her titles."
"She always has," Odyn replied with unmistakable pride, his hand finding his wife's and squeezing gently. "Today she simply demonstrated it publicly."
Team Reactions
Yang watched the exchange with growing appreciation for Odyn's diplomatic skills and protective instincts. "Your husband's pretty cool, Weiss," she said quietly, earning a tired but genuine smile from her partner.
"He has his moments," Weiss replied fondly, though her voice still carried the hoarseness from her combat experience.
Ruby bounced slightly on her feet, her enthusiasm for the diplomatic resolution evident. "This is like watching a real royal court! Except with more understanding and less stuffy protocol."
Blake observed the interaction with her characteristic analytical attention, noting how Odyn had managed to accept an apology, validate legitimate grievances, defend his wife's honor, and maintain diplomatic courtesy all within a few sentences.
Neon's Contribution
Neon Katt, who had been unusually quiet during the formal exchange, suddenly burst into her characteristic energy.
"Oh wow, you're actual royalty!" she exclaimed, looking between Odyn and Weiss with rainbow-sparkled eyes. "That's so cool! Does that mean you live in a castle? Do you have royal roller skating rinks?"
The innocent enthusiasm broke some of the formal tension, earning chuckles from Team RWBY and even a slight smile from Odyn.
"Not exactly," Weiss replied with amusement, "though I'm sure something could be arranged if you visited our kingdom."
The Conclusion of Respect
Flynt placed his fedora back on his head and offered a respectful bow to both royal figures. "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. And Princess Weiss... you've got one hell of a right hook when you put your mind to it."
"That's what happens when you train with the best," Weiss replied, glancing meaningfully at her husband, whose combat instruction had been part of her continued development as a huntress.
"Indeed," Odyn agreed, his protective concern for his wife balanced by pride in her capabilities. "Though I believe we should have the medical team examine you more thoroughly before declaring complete victory."
"Always the worrier," Weiss said fondly, though she didn't resist when Odyn's arm came around her shoulders in a supportive gesture that was both husbandly and practical.
As they began making their way toward the medical facilities, with Team RWBY accompanying them and the crowd still cheering their victory, the encounter with Flynt had demonstrated something important about both the royal marriage and the individuals involved.
Odyn had shown that his royal authority was tempered by understanding and fairness, while Weiss had proven that her combat skills and tactical thinking remained sharp regardless of her new status. Most importantly, they had both handled the situation in ways that reflected well on their characters and their partnership.
The tournament would continue, but this moment had established something significant about the kind of leaders they were becoming - both individually and together.
Visions of Tomorrow - The Medical Wing Revelation
The Medical Facility
The Amity Colosseum's medical facility was state-of-the-art, designed to handle everything from minor Aura depletion to serious combat injuries. Weiss sat on an examination bed while a team of medical professionals conducted their assessment, their equipment humming quietly as they checked her vital signs and Aura recovery rates.
Odyn stood close beside the bed, his fiery orange eyes never leaving his wife as the doctors worked. His protective instincts remained on high alert despite the clinical environment, every monitor beep and medical consultation drawing his immediate attention.
"The smoke inhalation was minimal," the lead physician reported with professional efficiency. "Princess Albanar's Aura absorption protected her from most of the thermal damage. We recommend rest and hydration, but there should be no lasting effects."
"Thank you," Odyn replied formally, though his relief was evident in the relaxation of his shoulders.
Team RWBY had been permitted to enter the medical area, their friendship with Weiss and her new royal status providing access that would normally be restricted. Ruby, Blake, and Yang clustered around the foot of the examination bed, their concern for their teammate evident despite the positive medical assessment.
"You really scared us out there," Yang admitted, her usual bravado tempered by genuine worry. "When you went into that lava pool..."
"It was tactically necessary," Weiss replied, her voice still slightly hoarse but stronger than it had been in the arena. "You were emotionally compromised, and Flynt's Semblance would have eliminated you if I hadn't acted."
"Still," Blake added quietly, "sacrificing yourself for the team victory... that took courage."
Ruby nodded enthusiastically, though her silver eyes showed lingering concern. "Just promise you'll be more careful next time, okay? We can't lose our Snow Angel to some fancy trumpet player."
The Unexpected Connection
As the medical team finished their examinations and began packing up their equipment, something strange began to happen. Ruby, Blake, and Yang felt a peculiar sensation, as if the air around them had become charged with an energy they didn't recognize.
Weiss noticed it first - a strange tingling sensation that seemed to emanate from her connection to Odyn, amplified by the emotional bonds she shared with her teammates. Her pale blue eyes widened as she felt something shifting in her perception, reality becoming fluid around the edges.
"Do you feel that?" she asked quietly, reaching instinctively for Odyn's hand.
"I do," he replied, his voice carrying the tone of someone accessing memories or knowledge beyond normal experience. "It's... familiar. Like the prophetic visions my people sometimes experience during moments of deep emotional connection."
Yang looked around the medical facility with growing confusion. "The room feels different. Like it's... shimmering?"
Blake's enhanced senses detected changes that went beyond normal perception. "There's something happening to the light, to the air itself."
Ruby's silver eyes began to gleam with an intensity that often accompanied her more mysterious abilities. "It's like when my eyes do that thing, but... different. Warmer."
The Vision Begins
The sterile walls of the medical facility began to fade, replaced by something that felt both impossible and utterly real. The moonlit grounds of Beacon dissolved around them, giving way to a sun-dappled scene that carried the weight of absolute truth despite its apparent impossibility.
They found themselves observing a garden that perfectly blended Atlas sophistication with elven natural harmony. Elegant pathways wound between flowering trees and carefully maintained flower beds, while crystalline fountains provided gentle music that complemented rather than competed with natural bird songs.
"Where are we?" Yang whispered, though her voice seemed to come from very far away.
"When are we?" Blake corrected, her analytical mind recognizing that this was not simply a different place but a different time.
In the center of the garden scene, they could see two familiar figures who were simultaneously recognizable and transformed by the passage of years. Weiss sat on an ornate bench, her white hair longer and worn in a more relaxed style that suggested freedom from the formal constraints of her youth. Her face showed the maturity that came with experience, but also a contentment and joy that none of them had ever seen her display so completely.
Beside her sat Odyn, his flame-orange eyes crinkled with laughter at some unheard joke. His bearing still carried royal authority, but it was tempered by the kind of relaxed happiness that came from a life well-lived and deeply shared.
The Children's Assault
Then came the whirlwind - a delighted assault of small bodies and gleeful voices as four children descended upon Odyn with the kind of coordinated attack that only family members could execute successfully.
Two boys and two girls, each bearing the unmistakable marks of their mixed heritage: pointed ears that marked their elven bloodline, hair in various shades of white and silver that spoke to their Schnee ancestry, and eyes that sparkled with both Schnee determination and elven wisdom.
"Got you, Ada!" one of the boys called out triumphantly, using the elven word for father as he scrambled onto Odyn's shoulders with practiced ease.
The oldest of the children, a girl who appeared to be perhaps ten years old, hung back slightly with the kind of dignified composure that suggested she considered herself too mature for such childish games, though her smile betrayed her enjoyment of the chaos.
"Nana, look!" one of the younger girls called to Weiss, her flame-orange eyes identical to her father's as she proudly displayed a small glyph she had managed to conjure above her palm. The magical construct was simple but perfectly formed, showing both natural talent and careful instruction.
The fourth child, another boy who seemed to be the youngest, toddled toward Weiss with arms outstretched, babbling in what sounded like a mixture of common language and elven words that his siblings seemed to understand perfectly.
The Overwhelming Reality
The vision was so vivid, so absolutely real, that the observers could almost feel the warmth of the sun on their faces, hear every note of the children's laughter, sense the profound peace and joy that permeated the entire scene.
Ruby gasped audibly, her silver eyes wide with wonder and shock. "They're... those are..."
"Children," Yang finished weakly, her usual confidence completely overwhelmed by what they were witnessing. "Weiss and Odyn have children. Four of them."
Blake's analytical mind tried to process the implications while her heart responded to the obvious love and happiness radiating from the family scene. "The oldest looks like she's about ten. That would make this vision... fifteen years in the future? Maybe twenty?"
In the vision, future-Weiss looked up at the child with the glyph and smiled with maternal pride that transformed her entire expression. "Very good, Lyralei. Your control is improving every day."
Future-Odyn managed to maintain his balance despite having multiple children climbing on him, his laughter mixing with theirs as he played the role of conquered fortress. "I surrender!" he declared dramatically. "The Albanar children have achieved total victory through superior tactics and adorable weaponry!"
The Present-Day Shock
Back in the medical facility, present-day Weiss and Odyn stared at each other with expressions of profound shock and wonder. The vision had been as clear to them as it was to the others, showing them a future they had never dared to imagine in such specific detail.
"Four children?" Weiss whispered, her voice carrying a mixture of awe and terror. "We... we have four children?"
Odyn's usually composed expression showed the same emotional turmoil. "They're beautiful," he said quietly, his voice carrying wonder at the reality of what they had witnessed. "They look so happy, so loved..."
Ruby was practically vibrating with excitement despite her shock. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! You two are going to be parents! Amazing parents! Did you see how proud future-you looked, Weiss?"
Yang had slumped into a nearby chair, her golden hair falling around her face as she tried to process what she had experienced. "That was... that was really real, wasn't it? Not just imagination or wishful thinking?"
"Elven prophetic visions are always real," Odyn confirmed, though his voice carried the uncertainty of someone whose world had just shifted fundamentally. "They show possible futures, probable futures, sometimes inevitable futures. But they're never false."
Blake approached the examination bed where Weiss sat in stunned silence. "How do you feel about... about what we saw?"
Weiss's Complex Emotions
Weiss was quiet for a long moment, her pale blue eyes distant as she processed not just the vision but her own reaction to it. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a complexity of emotions that reflected the magnitude of what they had witnessed.
"Terrified," she admitted honestly. "I never... I mean, I knew marriage often led to children, but seeing them, seeing us as parents..." She paused, looking at Odyn with an expression that mixed fear with something deeper. "But also... happy? They looked so content, so secure. We looked like we knew what we were doing."
"The oldest one had your determination," Odyn observed quietly, "but also your kindness. The way she held back from the game but still enjoyed watching her siblings... that was very you."
"And the boy who called you Ada had your tactical mind," Weiss replied, a small smile beginning to form. "The way he coordinated that attack with his siblings showed leadership potential."
Ruby bounced on her feet, her excitement beginning to overcome her shock. "And the little girl with the glyph! She had Odyn's eyes but she was using Schnee techniques! That's so cool!"
The Vision's Continuation
As if responding to their discussion, the vision shimmered back into focus, showing more of the family scene that had initially overwhelmed them.
They watched future-Weiss gather the youngest child into her lap, her maternal instincts evident in the practiced ease with which she soothed and entertained him. Her voice, when she spoke to the boy, carried a warmth and patience that none of them had ever heard from the Weiss they knew.
"Magnus, sweetheart, let your Ada breathe," she said with gentle amusement as the toddler tried to climb from her lap back to his father's shoulders.
Future-Odyn managed to extract himself from the pile of children long enough to move closer to his wife, his hand finding hers in a gesture that spoke of years of shared experiences and deepening love.
"They're getting stronger," he observed, watching the older children demonstrate various abilities for their parents' approval. "Lyralei's glyphs are nearly as precise as yours were at her age, and Silvain's tactical thinking is remarkably advanced."
"They have good teachers," future-Weiss replied, her smile showing pride in both her children and her husband. "Though I suspect young Cassius is going to be the handful. Look at how he studies everything, trying to understand how it works."
Indeed, the second boy was examining the fountain mechanism with intense curiosity, his expression suggesting he was already formulating theories about its operation.
The Return to Present
The vision began to fade as gradually as it had appeared, the garden scene becoming translucent before dissolving entirely. The medical facility reasserted itself around them, its clinical lighting and sterile surfaces feeling almost harsh after the warm sunlight and natural beauty they had just experienced.
The five of them sat in stunned silence for several moments, each processing what they had witnessed and what it meant for their understanding of the future.
"That was..." Yang began, then stopped, apparently unable to find words adequate to the experience.
"Overwhelming," Blake finished quietly. "But also... beautiful. You both looked so happy, so complete."
Ruby was the first to fully recover her enthusiasm, though it was tempered by a new understanding of the gravity of adult relationships. "You're going to be such amazing parents! And those kids are going to be so lucky to have you both!"
Weiss and Odyn continued to stare at each other, their hands clasped tightly as they tried to reconcile the vision of their future with their present reality.
"Four children," Weiss repeated softly, as if testing how the words felt. "A family. A real family, built on love rather than duty or political necessity."
"They felt real," Odyn said wonderingly. "Not just the vision, but the emotions, the relationships. That wasn't just possibility - that was... truth. Destiny, perhaps."
The Medical Team's Return
The lead physician returned to check on his patient, his professional demeanor faltering slightly as he observed the strange atmosphere in the room. The five young people seemed to be sharing some profound experience, their expressions mixing wonder, shock, and deep contemplation.
"Is everything alright?" he asked cautiously. "Princess Albanar, how are you feeling?"
Weiss blinked, returning her attention to the present moment with visible effort. "I'm... I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. The vision... it was illuminating."
The doctor looked puzzled by her phrasing but proceeded with his final examination. "Your Aura levels are returning to normal, and there are no signs of lasting damage from the smoke exposure. You should be fully recovered within a few hours."
"Thank you," Odyn replied formally, though his mind was clearly elsewhere. "We appreciate your thorough care."
As the medical team departed, leaving the five friends alone with their shared experience, Ruby couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.
"So what happens now?" she asked eagerly. "Do you start planning for those kids? Do you know when they're supposed to happen?"
"Prophetic visions don't usually come with timestamps," Odyn explained, though his voice carried new warmth when he looked at Weiss. "They show us possibilities, potential futures that may come to pass if we make the right choices."
"Or if we make the choices that lead to happiness," Weiss added softly, her understanding of her own desires clarified by what she had witnessed. "That future... it felt right. Natural. Like something worth working toward."
Blake observed their interaction with her characteristic insight. "You both want that future."
"Yes," they said simultaneously, then looked at each other with surprise at their unified response.
"Well then," Yang said with returning confidence, "I guess we'd better make sure you both survive long enough to make it happen. Four kids, huh? Better start practicing your parenting skills now."
The laughter that followed was tinged with wonder and anticipation, the vision having given them all a glimpse of what happiness could look like when built on genuine love and mutual respect.
The Vision's Continuation
Just as they thought the prophetic experience had ended, the air around them shimmered again with that same charged energy. The medical facility walls became translucent once more, and the garden scene reasserted itself with even greater clarity than before.
"It's not over," Blake whispered, her enhanced senses detecting the return of the supernatural atmosphere.
This time, the vision expanded beyond the central family scene to include figures approaching from different pathways in the elegant garden. Ruby gasped audibly as she recognized familiar faces, though aged and matured by the same passage of time that had transformed Weiss and Odyn.
Ruby's Future Revelation
Walking hand-in-hand along one of the crystalline pathways came an older Ruby Rose, her silver eyes still bright with enthusiasm but tempered by the wisdom that came with experience. Her distinctive red and black hair was longer, styled in a way that maintained her energetic personality while acknowledging her matured status.
Beside her walked a figure that made present-day Ruby's mouth fall open in shock - Roy Albanar, Odyn's younger brother, his diplomatic bearing enhanced by obvious contentment and deep affection for the woman whose hand he held.
"Auntie Ruby! Uncle Roy!" the children called out in delighted chorus, abandoning their attack on their father to rush toward the approaching couple.
Future-Ruby knelt down to embrace the charging children, her laughter mixing with theirs as she accepted their enthusiastic greetings. "How are my favorite little troublemakers?" she asked with obvious affection.
Future-Roy's diplomatic training was evident in how he managed to greet each child individually while maintaining his composure despite their energetic welcome. "Have you been practicing the combat techniques I showed you, Silvain?" he asked the older boy, who nodded eagerly.
"Ruby and Roy?" present-day Ruby squeaked, her voice climbing several octaves. "Roy and... me? But he's... I mean, we're... he's a prince!"
Yang stared at the vision in amazement. "Little sister's bagged herself actual royalty. Way to aim high, Ruby!"
Yang's Surprising Match
From another pathway came Yang, her golden hair still magnificent but now worn in a style that suggested both maturity and practicality. Her purple eyes sparkled with their familiar confidence, but there was a depth there that spoke of experiences and growth beyond her current understanding.
Walking beside her was someone that made present-day Yang blink in complete bewilderment - Eleryc, one of the visiting Saiyan students participating in the Vytal Tournament. His spiky black hair and confident bearing were unmistakable, though he too showed the changes that time and deep relationship brought.
"Aunt Yang! Uncle Eleryc!" little Magnus called out, toddling toward them with arms outstretched.
Future-Yang scooped up the youngest child with practiced ease, her strength allowing her to lift him high into the air while he giggled with delight. "There's my favorite little warrior!" she declared, her voice carrying all the warmth and protectiveness that marked her relationship with those she loved.
Future-Eleryc's approach was more measured, but the genuine smile on his face as he watched Yang interact with the children showed the depth of his emotional investment in this extended family.
"Yang and a Saiyan?" present-day Yang muttered, staring at the vision with wide eyes. "I mean, he's definitely strong enough to keep up with me, but... when did that happen?"
Blake's Unexpected Partnership
The third pathway revealed perhaps the most surprising pairing of all - Blake, her faunus features unchanged but her bearing showing the confidence that came from finding her place in the world, walked alongside Shallot, another of the Saiyan visitors whose quiet intensity had made an impression during the tournament.
Her cat ears twitched with amusement at something Shallot had said, and his usually stoic expression was softened by genuine contentment as they approached the family gathering.
"Auntie Blake! Uncle Shallot!" Lyralei called out, her flame-orange eyes bright with excitement at seeing her favorite aunt.
Future-Blake's greeting was more reserved than her teammates', but the warmth in her amber eyes was unmistakable as she accepted hugs from the children. "Have you been working on your reading, Cassius?" she asked the curious boy, who nodded enthusiastically.
Future-Shallot knelt down to the children's level, his warrior instincts adapted to gentle interaction with young family members. "Your form is improving, Lyralei," he observed as the girl showed off her glyph work. "Your focus has gotten much better."
Present-day Blake stared at the vision with complete shock. "Shallot? But he barely talks to anyone. How would we even... when would we..."
"Apparently sometime between now and when you're all aunts to my children," Weiss said weakly, still processing the expanded vision of their interconnected futures.
The Family Complete
The vision showed all three couples gathering in the garden space, creating an extended family scene that radiated warmth, love, and deep mutual support. The children moved easily between all the adults, clearly comfortable with and beloved by their aunts and uncles.
Future-Weiss and Odyn remained the center of the family constellation, but their happiness was clearly enhanced by the presence of their closest friends and their chosen partners. The bonds between all of them had deepened and strengthened over the years, creating a support network that enriched all their lives.
"Look how natural we all look together," Ruby whispered in wonder, watching her future self help little Cassius with something while Roy conversed quietly with future-Odyn about what appeared to be diplomatic matters.
"Like we were always meant to be part of this big, complicated, wonderful family," Yang added, observing her future self engaging in what looked like a friendly sparring demonstration with the older children while Eleryc provided commentary and encouragement.
Blake watched her future self reading to the youngest boy while Shallot listened with obvious contentment. "It feels... right," she said quietly. "All of it. Even the parts that seem impossible from where we are now."
The Children's Perspectives
As if responding to their observation, the vision focused on the children's interactions with their extended family. It was clear that Ruby, Yang, and Blake were not just occasional visitors but integral parts of these children's lives.
"Auntie Ruby tells the best stories," Lyralei confided to her mother, her voice carrying the absolute conviction that only children possessed.
"Uncle Roy is teaching me about different kingdoms," Silvain added importantly. "He says knowing about other people makes you a better leader."
Little Magnus had apparently claimed Yang as his personal climbing gym, his delighted laughter mixing with her amused protests as he used her impressive strength for his own entertainment.
Cassius showed Blake a book he was reading, his expression serious as he explained some complex concept he was trying to understand. Her patient attention and thoughtful responses clearly meant the world to the intellectually curious boy.
The Emotional Impact
The expanded vision created an emotional impact that went far beyond the original family scene. Seeing themselves not just as friends but as integral parts of each other's futures, connected by love and choice rather than just circumstance, was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"We're going to be family," Ruby said softly, the words carrying weight that went beyond friendship. "All of us. Really, truly family."
"With the most amazing kids in the world," Yang added, her voice thick with emotion as she watched the children interact with such obvious love and security.
"And partners we haven't even properly met yet," Blake observed, though her tone suggested she was intrigued rather than concerned by this revelation.
Present-day Weiss and Odyn looked at each other with expressions that mixed wonder with something approaching awe.
"Our children will grow up surrounded by love," Weiss said quietly. "Not just from us, but from all the people who matter most to us."
"They'll have the kind of family I always dreamed of," Odyn replied, his voice carrying the weight of someone whose royal upbringing had sometimes felt isolating. "Chosen family, bound by affection rather than obligation."
The Vision's Gentle Fade
As the prophetic experience began to fade once more, the future family scene lingered just long enough for them to see one final moment - all the adults working together to organize some kind of celebration while the children "helped" with varying degrees of actual usefulness.
The love, laughter, and gentle chaos of a large, happy family filled the vision until the very last moment, leaving all five of them with a sense of profound hope and anticipation for what their futures might hold.
When the medical facility fully reasserted itself around them, the silence that followed was different from before - not shocked, but contemplative and deeply moved.
"So," Yang finally said, breaking the quiet with characteristic directness, "I guess we need to start paying more attention to those Saiyan students."
"And I need to figure out how to talk to princes without making a complete fool of myself," Ruby added, though her tone suggested she was more excited than worried about this prospect.
"I need to understand how someone as quiet as Shallot and I would even begin a conversation," Blake mused, her analytical mind already working on the puzzle.
Weiss and Odyn continued to hold hands, their connection deepened by the shared vision of their possible future and the knowledge that their happiness would be built not in isolation but surrounded by the love and support of their closest friends.
"Whatever choices lead to that future," Weiss said firmly, "I want to make them."
"Together," Odyn agreed, and in that moment, the vision felt less like prophecy and more like promise.
To be continued in Chapter 26: Fractured Fall; Mercury's Dilemma