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The Princess' Rogue - Chapter 13

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(It is highly recommended that you read the Author's Notes below before reading this chapter.)

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*** ~ Chapter 13: Save Me From the Things I See ~ ***

“Well, well, well,” a voice said behind them. “This a surprise.”

Danger.

She was in so much danger right now.

Weiss didn’t know how or why she knew that, but she did. Given Yang’s reaction to this person, it seemed the rogue felt that way too.

“Oh,” the voice continued on, amused. “Someone’s got a fire to them, don't they?”

Yang bristled, the muscles of the rogue’s back visibly flexing under her shirt as she raised her arms defensively. Weiss made out a glint of gold in that motion, the former heiress hearing familiar clicks and whirls as Yang’s weapon primed on her forearms.

“Who are you!?” Yang snarled, almost feral-like.

Weiss cringed at the venom heard in her companion’s tone. Taking a shaking, half step backwards, she stared at the blonde in shock.

Weiss had seen Yang angry before. Like when Yang saved her from the Atlas mercenaries. Like when Yang defended her from the Beowolves. Like when Weiss first brought up the notion of duty and family before they really knew each other, setting Yang off on a rant. But the anger here and now displayed by the rogue was not like anything Weiss had ever seen before. Never before had Yang been ticked off so fast, that fact both scaring Weiss, as well as fuelling her rising curiosity about their guest.

Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Weiss hesitantly leaned to the right, peering past Yang’s shoulder and head. The moment she spied the newcomer, she froze.

“Lady… Cinder Fall?” she uttered in shock.

Standing less than ten feet away from them, adorned in what looked to be a black hooded cloak, was none other than King Schnee’s right hand.

And mistress.

Though only Weiss knew about the latter.

Shock quickly changed into bitterness when she realized who stood with them, Weiss gritting her teeth as she fought down the urge to physically lash out at the older woman.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

Of all the people who could have found her here, it had to be Lady Cinder Fall.

Why did it have to be her?

Weiss had always hated Cinder. From the moment the woman came into her life, she knew nothing good would come of it. With the way those almost glowing eyes followed her every move every time Weiss was in the same room as her, to the way the older woman flaunted her body with those low cut crimson dresses and tacky glass heels (like the ones she wore right now, visible under her cloak), everything about Cinder Fall just screamed wrongness. But her fat– correction, King Schnee – never noticed a damn thing and quickly became enamoured with the woman. It made Weiss sick.

“You know her?”

Yang’s rougher than normal voice was a welcomed reprieve to Weiss’ thoughts. Angry as Yang was, the rogue was also concerned. And comforting. It made Weiss feel… happy… But then that woman had to speak again, ruining things.

“Of course she does, Darling,” Cinder stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Everyone in the kingdom knows who I am. You’d have to be daft not to know of me.”

Weiss’ left hand shot out to grab Yang’s right forearm, the rogue taking one menacing stomp forward. Cinder merely grinned at the action, not the least bit bothered by the blonde’s open challenge. But Weiss was. Yang was shaking in her grasp, the rogue’s fists white knuckled. While it was surprising for Yang to be acting so rashly, as Yang had shown moments of great logical clarity in the past, this was a far too common reaction from people who faced Lady Cinder Fall. Something about the older woman just made people irrational, to the point of stupidity.

“Don’t,” Weiss chided quietly, stepping closer to her companion. “She’s baiting you. Don’t fall for her trap.”

A finely plucked eyebrow rose at those words, Cinder staring at Weiss with calculating eyes.

The muscles in Yang’s arm flexed as she gritted her teeth, the rogue’s fists clenching even harder making her knuckles crack audibly. “I don’t care who she is, she’s-”

“She is Lady Cinder Fall,” Weiss interrupted before Yang could say anything more. “From the noble House of Fall.”

A pause.

“Not only is she a skilled Aura user,” Weiss spat, her tone sour. “She is also the youngest and only woman to take up the position of Head Royal Advisor to the King.”

Weiss shuddered, desperately wanting something strong enough to wash down the bile rising in her throat right now. Talking about her always left a bad taste in her mouth, more so now with Yang staring at Weiss with her jaw hanging loose. Hopefully that wasn’t because the rogue was awed. There was nothing amazing about Cinder Fall. Not in the least.

A bone chilling laugh.

“My, my,” Cinder said, running a hand casually through her mostly hidden locks of raven hair. The black hood on her head shifted in that action, but remained on her head.

“Such unwarranted animosity.”

The grip on Yang’s arm went tighter, Weiss glaring daggers at her father’s Royal Advisor.

“But she is right,” Cinder continued, her lips curling upwards maliciously. She shifted her gaze from Weiss to Yang. “All except for one thing.” Burning yellow eyes drifted back to Weiss making her scowl.

In the royal court, it was a well-known fact that Weiss was a perfectionist. She was diligent, thorough, and downright determined, almost to the point of obsession. So to be so blatantly accused of erroring, well, it was not something Weiss would take lightly. Cinder was intentionally trying to push her over the edge.

And it was working.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Weiss pressed out between clenched teeth. Her fingers twitched against Yang’s skin again, her free hand balling at her side.

Cinder smirked, as if expecting that response.

“Have you forgotten that I’m also the Right Hand of the King, dearest Weiss?” Cinder gloated, the whites of her teeth showing as she smiled.

Blue eyes narrowed into slits as Weiss trembled with barely concealed rage, the beginnings of a fine mist leaking off of her form.

“Why, I’m practically family,” Cinder drew out with specific emphasis, the Royal Advisor raising her chin just enough to look down the length of her nose at the two opposite her.

“Is that really any way to treat your Mother?”

Trees within a ten foot radius iced over in an instant, Weiss lurching forward, her fists swinging wildly.

“Know your place harlot!” Weiss roared, the only thing keeping her from beating Cinder’s face in being the restraining arms of Yang around her waist.

“Whoa Weiss! Weiss!” Yang exclaimed in surprise, but the ex-princess didn’t hear her.

“You may be the Advisor to my father--” Weiss snarled, her chest heaving as she writhed and flailed, trying to break free from the rogue. Yang remained steadfast in her hold however, not giving up an inch.

“-- but that does not make you kin! Don’t you dare mock the memory of my true mother with your taint! DON’T! YOU! DARE!

Once amused yellow eyes were now dark and ravaging, Cinder’s gaze lingering heavily on the newly frozen ice covered trees. The line of frost which came with the sudden icing stopped just inches short of her feet, causing a momentarily glance downwards before Cinder’s gaze met Weiss’s again.

“You broke the seal.”

Exhausted at this point, having made no progress breaking out of the rogue’s near steel grip, Weiss could only glare at Cinder huffing, her posture bordering on limp.

“What?” she snapped, Weiss not feeling Yang tense up behind her.

The air around Cinder shimmered and blurred, the feeling of wrongness that the older woman exuded quickly multiplying tenfold. Weiss shivered, quickly returning to her senses, realizing the situation. Yang’s arms disappeared from around her waist.

“What are you-”

“I should have killed you the first time your Aura manifested,” the Royal Advisor remarked, Cinder now walking towards them for the first time since this conversation started.

Unprepared for that statement, Weiss found herself speechless and immobile with shock, her mind staggering to process Cinder’s words. Shock quickly morphed into horror when Weiss’ gaze was drawn to the trails of red condensing in the other woman’s hands.  

“But that would have complicated things for me and I couldn’t have that. Not then.”

Wisps of red blossomed into flames of crimson, a gasp escaping Weiss’ throat as the blood red flames engulfed Cinder’s hands as if alive.

“But now, it doesn’t matter. Now I don't have to worry about that anymore,” Cinder continued on. “Now I can do what I should have done years ago!”

Before Weiss could even blink, the flames in Cinder’s hands burst outwards from her open palms, combining together to form a massive fireball mid-air. Stumbling backwards in panic, Weiss’ back hit something firm, halting her hasty retreat. Too terrified to think straight, Weiss threw up her arms to protect her face, internally praying for something to stop it, to freeze it, to shield her from it-

A trill ran through her, something Weiss would later realize to be the flaring of her Aura. At the sound of crackling, and not of the fiery kind, Weiss dared a peek past her raised arms, her eyes widening at the sight before her.

There, separating her from the impending fireball of doom, was a blinding light blue vertical snowflake shaped Dust glyph.

The crimson ball of flames smashed into the paper thin glyph a second after it appeared, the collision being one of explosive heat and the frigidness of winter. Just when it seemed the Dust glyph would block the attack, it shattered to the sound of breaking glass, ice-like shards instantly melting under the scorching flames of the fireball, Weiss’ vision instantly filling with red.

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An annoyed huff.

“And people say I’m dramatic.”

Locks of golden hair swished through the air as Yang yanked Weiss backwards by the arm, unceremoniously dropping her white haired companion on her hands and knees behind her. Charging forward three steps, Yang planted her feet in front of Weiss, bringing up her armored arms crossed in front of her face just as the ridiculously large ball of red fire finally reached them.

Gritting her teeth, what little Aura she had flaring, Yang growled as the foreign flames crashed against her arms, threatening to devour her whole. Ice melted underfoot from the sheer concentration heat, the frozen trees closest to them also thawing out at a rapid rate. Digging her heels into the ground when her stance faulted slightly because of the newly formed mud, a soft whimper had Yang glancing back over her shoulder only to meet the terror hunched form of Weiss. For a moment, time and space were irrelevant, the only thing of concern being that smaller, shaking girl so filled with fear.

I won’t let anyone hurt you.

Ignoring the immense strain on her body, Yang looked forward again, the ringlets of fire Dust stones on Ember Celica flashing red. Bellowing out in a loud war cry, a spout of yellow and orange flames shot forth from Yang’s gauntlets, straining her Aura to its limits. Yellow and orange met red in a combustion of sound and pressure and force, and then red flames were split into two, the two cleanly split halves of the massive fireball flying harmlessly past Yang and Weiss on either side of them.  The two halves smashed into the frost covered trees behind them seconds later, causing an eruption of ice and half melted bark. Weiss yelped in surprise when that happened, Yang not flinching in the slightest, but then the forest fell silent again and the red flames faded.

Lavender coloured eyes shined with mirth as Cinder’s mouth hung open, the older woman’s eyes wide with surprise and shock. Behind her, Yang was almost certain her white haired companion shared a similar look, the mere thought of Weiss gaping at her with saucer-like eyes nearly making Yang giggle. Yang didn’t of course, instead choosing to smirk, Yang tossing a lock of golden hair over her shoulder.

“And that ladies,” Yang began, breathlessly grinning. “Is how to be dramatic!”

For a time, there was only the soft whooshing of the wind and the gentle crinkle of swaying leaves. Then came the smack of a palm meeting a forehead and Weiss groaned somewhere behind her.

“You!” Cinder snarled, amber coloured eyes now narrowed menacingly.

“Yes,” Yang said, her voice a bit thin, the right corner of her mouth curling upwards. “Me.”

A step towards the other Aura user.

“Me, me, me.”

Another step. Then another. And another.

“And don’t forget Ice Princess back there,” Yang said with a flourishing wave to the white haired girl behind her.

“Why do you keep calling me that!?” Weiss exclaimed, indignant.

The former heiress’ outburst was ignored.

“Why do you insist on ruining my plans!?” Cinder hissed, the air around her shimmering with heat.

Yang crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breath to momentarily hitch in her throat. A throbbing pain pulsed dully between her shoulder blades, travelling up her arms and hands, but neither Weiss nor the Royal Advisor seemed to notice. Yang glared at Cinder.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe because it’s fun.”

If looks could kill, Yang would have been dead at least a dozen times by now.

Cinder scowled, her eyebrows furling as her lips pressed together into a fine line. The air around the older Aura user took on a crimson hue now, crimson like blood.

“Is it lien? Is that it?” Cinder demanded. “Name your price! Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it!”

A golden eyebrow rose, Yang shifting her stance to put more weight on her right foot. Unbeknownst to both Cinder and Weiss, Yang was still recovering from her fight with Junior and the twins. Despite days having passed since then, it was taking longer than usual for her Aura to heal her injuries. Only Yang knew the reason for that, but she was in no mood for sharing right now. Thankfully Weiss hadn’t noticed her minor limp, nor had the white haired girl noticed Yang’s barely concealed jerky movements due to stiffness. She wouldn’t be able to keep that a secret for long though, not at the current rate of things. But Yang was hopeful she’d be able to get things under control before it took a turn for the worst.

“You really think I’m being paid to do this?” Yang asked, incredulity clearly heard in her voice.

Cinder scoffed, her lips twisting further in disgust. “Why else would you be doing this?”

Yang opened her mouth to retort only to be beaten to it.

“Her reasons are her own,” Weiss said, the former princess walking up to Yang’s side from behind. “Just like your reasons are yours.”

Despite keeping her gaze trained on Cinder, Yang could still see Weiss’ tremble through her peripheral vision. She remained silent on the matter however, knowing how much courage it took Weiss to face an opponent clearly leagues above her. That was the funny thing about Aura users. You always knew when another was around, even without having to say a word. That, and it wasn’t hard to figure out just how powerful an Aura user was, unless they were intentionally suppressing their Aura.

Lady Cinder Fall was not suppressing her Aura.

“Unlike her,” Weiss continued, her words clipped. “Your actions against us today, against me, are treason of the highest form, punishable by death.”

Cinder rolled her eyes at that remark, a smirk visible on her face. Weiss apparently didn’t take too kindly to that gesture, the former heiress' hands clenching into fists, the white haired girl taking a step forward, wound up tighter than a spring.

“Explain yourself!” Weiss demanded, huffing audibly.

Dragging her gaze from her companion back to the Royal Advisor, Yang’s fingers clenched and unclenched against her arms. That was the only indication which betrayed her nervousness, the sudden lack of talking between them making her feel very uncomfortable. Cinder, by far, was the worst opponent she had ever faced in her entire life. From the way she moved, to the words she said, the older woman was a true predator. Yang didn’t need an hour long fight to know that. Aura was the manifestation of one’s soul. Just clashing against it once was enough for Yang to figure out just how much trouble they were in.

Cinder laughed, a sound Yang put on the same level as nails-on-a-chalkboard. Her skin absolutely crawled at that sound, Weiss shivering next to her because of it. Yang wasn’t sure how she managed not to shiver herself, but she did.

“Treason?” Cinder mocked, the woman laughing again. “Me? The Head Advisor to the King? Surely you jest.”

“Don’t play innocent with-” Weiss started.

“Princess Schnee is dead!” Cinder snapped, her voice almost a growl. “At least, that’s what the rest of the kingdom thinks,” the older woman said in a slightly less hostile tone.

Yang stiffened at that declaration, a horrible fluttering flipping her stomach.

“Wha-What…” Weiss sputtered next to her, the white haired girl taking a shaking step backwards. “What nonsense are you saying?”

If smiles could curdle blood, that would be the smile Cinder was giving them right now. This time, Yang could not suppress her shiver.

“It’s not nonsense girl,” the Royal Advisor said. “I assure you.”

Stepping forward out of the shadows of the trees, Cinder pulled down her hood, affording Yang a better look. Whether because of the woman's beauty (as loathed as she was to admit it, Yang couldn't ignore the older woman's... radiance) or just sheer presence, Yang took a step backwards, bringing her in line with Weiss again.

“It was tragic, heartbreaking really,” Cinder began, the other Aura user putting a hand on her chest as if deeply pained by her words. Yang was not buying the act.

“The beloved Princess of all of Vale...” A pause. “Murdered by the greedy, lien stealing Phoenix before the King could pay the ransom.”

Yellow eyes snapped over to Yang in an instant. “You know, you have quite the bounty on you right now. Fifty thousand lien, in a reward for your head.”

Yang glared at Cinder, a low growl emanating from her throat.

“Surprised?” Lady Cinder Fall asked, the left side of her mouth curling upwards. “Don't be. I know all about you Phoenix.”

Yang's arms were no longer crossed over her chest. Now they were rigid in front of her, her hands clenched into fists.

“Truth be told,” Cinder continued. “I was surprised to learn you were a woman. With how those bumbling idiots were going on and on about you, one would have thought you to be a man.”

Yang’s head jerked back an inch, her eyes widening slightly before she glared again.

“You sent those bounty hunters after us.”

Weiss' head whipped towards Yang, her jaw hanging.

“Yes,” Cinder admitted rather easily. “For all the good it did me.”

A sigh.

“I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised just how easily they were beaten, given what I was paying them. Good help is so hard to find these days,” Cinder droned. “Though...”

Yang gritted her teeth as Cinder looked her up and down, heat in her gaze. It made her feel so violated and angry and scared all at once, but Yang managed to keep her expression neutral aside from anger.

“You're a little rough around the edges, but that can be... refined... with some guidance.” Cinder smirked, giving her another once over. “What do you say, Darling? Two of the strongest fire manipulators together. No kingdom would stand a chance against us! And all that lien, just ripe for the taking! We would be rich beyond our wildest dreams!”

A grin.

“Think about it,” Cinder said with half hooded eyes. “After all, that’s why you’re out here in the first place, is it not?”

Yang opened her mouth, ready to rebuke, only to freeze instead. Despite wanting to vehemently fight back against the older woman’s words, Yang could not.

Because Cinder was right.

The reason Yang was out here in the first place was because of lien. She had come out here, just like any other bounty hunter, searching for riches. She hadn’t cared about the princess when she started. Weiss was just a means to an end at the time. That all changed of course, when she was later forced to stick with Weiss as they sought a way out of here. And that was why Yang remained silent. Because Cinder’s words were true.

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Cinder sneered.

Yang’s head and shoulders drooped with guilt and shame.

“No.”

Yang’s gaze snapped up from the ground to see a white clad arm held out in front of her. Much to her surprise, Weiss stepped forward to partially stand in front of her.

“Weiss…?”

“She is not joining you,” Weiss stated, her tone hard. “Nor is she a greedy tyrant like you.”

Yang watched, stunned, as the ex-heiress spoke.

“You talk like you know her,” Weiss said. “But you don’t.”

“And you do?” Cinder questioned, a finely curved eyebrow raising. The older woman crossed her arms over her chest.

“No,” Weiss said, making Yang’s heart drop.

That hurt.

That one word hurt so much.

Yang’s gaze dropped to the ground again.

“Not completely.”

Yang perked up at that comment, a sliver of hope burning in her chest as her gaze found its way to the back of Weiss’ head. As if feeling Yang looking at her, Weiss peered back over her shoulder, harsh blue eyes quickly softening upon sight of Yang.

“But I want to,” Weiss said in almost a whisper. Her outstretched hand lowered, the white haired girl’s palm soon finding Yang’s, their fingers intertwining with each other.

“I…”

Weiss’ smile was brilliant.

“I’d like that too,” Yang said breathlessly, almost as equally quiet.

And just like that, Yang forgot all about Cinder. And the forest. And everything else that was not Weiss. For that moment, it was just the two of them, their eyes locked with each other, no words spoken between them, yet everything understood.

“Disgusting.”

Yang’s attention snapped back to Cinder in an instant, the forest and everything around them coming back into view again.

“Just look at you,” Cinder hissed, her lip curled downwards as if she had just eaten something sour. “Acting like a snivelling, love sick mongrel, all because of an ungrateful whore. And for what? Friendship?”

“L-Love?” Weiss stuttered, her face flushing.

Yang didn’t quite have the same reaction her companion did.

“What did you just say?” she snarled, her lips pulled back and her teeth bared.

“Pathetic,” Cinder sneered, the air around her darkening into a blood red mist. “You were offered the entire world and yet you throw it away!”

“There are some things worth more than all the lien in the world you know!” Yang exclaimed, breathing hard. With a gentle tug, she pulled Weiss protectively behind her again.

“Not like you’d understand what that means,” Yang added as an afterthought.

Now it was Cinder’s turn to snarl, the other Aura user taking one threatening step forward.

“That is enough Cinder!” Weiss exclaimed from behind Yang, momentarily halting the older woman’s advance. “This ends now. It’s over.”

Weiss squeezed Yang’s hand, Yang squeezing back.

Yellow eyes flared. “You’re right,” Cinder said in a low voice. “It is over. For the both of you!”

The air ignited with red again, a massive ball of flames shot in their direction. As Weiss sucked in a startled breath, Yang withdrew her hand from Weiss’ and dashed forward. Mud squelched under her heels, Yang’s right fist connected with the fireball a second later, the grey stones on Ember Celica lighting up briefly. Soon red flames were evaporating, cancelled out by ones of yellow and orange, leaving Yang huffing hard. Yang looked at her opponent, panting.

“This again?” she asked, breathless. “Is that all you can do?”

“Oh no,” Cinder smirked, her amber coloured eyes wide and wild. “That is just the beginning. There's a lot more where that came from!”

Cinder crossed her arms in front of her, Yang watching immobile as the woman's maroon clad limbs flashed gold, blinding her for a second. When her sight returned, Yang found five rings of white and orange runes circling around Cinder’s form, running the length of the Aura user’s body. At the sound of a high pitched squeal crossed with the rustling of leaves, Yang instinctively flipped backwards but was unable to dodge the explosion of red. Caught mid-air, a searing, nearly back breaking force sent her tumbling head over heels in the air, Yang smashing to the ground hard seconds later on her upper back and neck. Her feet hit the ground two seconds later.

“Yang!”

Dazed and disoriented, it took a moment for Yang to catch her breath. Pushing herself up by her elbows, her clothes and skin smouldering lightly, lavender coloured eyes quickly locked onto the approaching figure in red. A smirk split the bottom half of Yang’s face.

A chuckle.

“Is that all ya got?” Yang said, coughing for a moment. She stood up on wobbly legs. “My grandma could hit me harder than that.”

“Yang!” Weiss shouted again, somewhere off to the side.

With yellow eyes trying to burn holes into her, Yang spit out a mouthful of blood. Ignoring the stinging of her split lip, she rubbed away the line of red trickling down her chin with the back of her hand.

“Don’t worry Weissy,” Yang said, rolling her shoulders. “I got this.”

Raising her fists up in front of her, Yang grinned.

“My turn.”

Cocking back her right fist, Yang punched forward, a flaming ball of her own launching from Ember Celica, straight at Cinder. Following that not even a second later was her left fist, another fireball of orange and yellow rocketing through the air at her opponent. She would repeat this action, two more times, a total of six fireballs whistling through the air at the woman known as Cinder Fall. Ignoring the fact these were balls of fire, essentially the equivalent to napalm, getting hit by one of these babies would make you feel like you got run over by a twelve hundred kilogram bull. It was her strongest attacks to date.

Standing her ground, Cinder lowered her head slightly, the Aura user bringing up her open left palm facing outwards. Barely moving, aside for her arm, Cinder extinguished fireball after fireball with nothing but her palm and a flash of crimson flames.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Watching her last fireball fizzle out, Yang swallowed thickly as Cinder's gaze fell upon her again.

“Well...” Yang said, completely flabbergasted. “That was a thing.”
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Summary:
It was supposed to be easy. Save the princess, collect the bounty, and then live the rest of her life without a care in the world. But when is anything ever that easy? Yang & Weiss. AU.

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Pre-Story Notes
This story is rated T for Teen. It will include some violence, blood, and language.

And another chapter is up! This chapter gave me some trouble. While it still doesn’t feel like how I want it to, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

On another note, please check out my fanfiction profile page (the link is on my main dA page) for a RWBY poll. I'm curious to see what kinds of stories (length-wise) everyone is interested in. The poll will run until the end of the year and depending on the results, I may adjust future stories accordingly. No promises however. :P

Disclaimer: The characters and the worlds I write in do not belong to me. The stories that I write are intended for entertainment purposes. I do not make any money from them.

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Post Story Notes

Like before, I’ve made a minor adjustment to Cinder’s abilities. Her fire is red/crimson colour, a nod to her nickname (which was Crimson) before her true name was revealed. The same could be said about Yang’s fireballs, those being changed from red to a yellow and orange colour. The red seemed more evil to me, which is why Cinder wields those flames.

The brawl between Cinder and Yang is based on Ruby’s initial introduction to Cinder in Volume 1, Chapter 1 as well as Yang’s brief fight with the Ursas in initiation, also in Volume 1. As well, the choreography for this battle sequence was decided way before Volume 2, Chapter 7, and hence why Cinder's fighting style is different here as compared to the show.

Unlike her anime self in Volume 2, Yang does not get stronger the more she gets hit in this story. In this story, she’s pretty much a regular person, slowly wearing down and getting hurt the more hits she takes.

For those of you wondering, Cinder’s and Yang’s flames/fire cancels each other out. Think of the saying “fight fire with fire”. As it is possible for more than one Aura user to have the same Affinity, as seen with Cinder and Yang, their Affinities are not exactly the same as they are different people. In this case, Cinder and Yang are like opposites of each other, and hence, why their flames cancel each other out. Not completely logical, but not everything in this world is. Lol.

Some of you may consider Cinder to be OoC in this story. Unfortunately, that can not be helped. My characterization of Cinder Fall is based on what was seen of her in RWBY Volume 1. I won't be incorporating anything of her character from Volume 2 to keep consistent with the story.

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