When The Inquisitorial Squad Discovered The DA

When the Inquisitorial Squad discovered the DA

Dolores Umbridge: No one expects the Slyther-inquisition!

Felt like Ironwood trained Watts at some point in time.

Watts uses his pistol the same way James does in melee.

Watts could time James's movements to lure him into traps.

Watts knew James would be counting his shots. Counting bullets may be something James taught Watts.

Which begs the question; Does James teach everyone in Atlas who uses pistols? Specifically revolvers?

Ironwood's Army was the right choice

In RWBY, Grimm are attracted to negative emotions. So it stands to reason that Grimm are either repelled or uninterested in positive emotions like contentment and security.

Which is why huge cities could thrive alongside Grimm. The concentrated feeling of safety and security that comes from being protected in a city like Vale overpowers the concentrated negative emotion that one would expect where large numbers of people gather.

This is why the pageantry of the Huntsmen is so important. It gives people confidence, and generates more positive emption to deter Grimm.

Therefore, Ironwood coming to Vale with his fleet is the best solution at that point in time because: Ironwood is playing to his strengths to help Ozpin.

The presence of the fleet would inspire confidence in people during the Vytal Festival.

Vale's government would be confident that Atlas is showing their support in Vale's favor. Which would further boost the feeling of security to counter any potential negative emotion due to uncertainty or mistrust.

Additionally, Ironwood made the right decision to put his forces in control after the breach because:

People are panicking.

The ability of the Huntsmen to safeguard Vale's citizens is put into doubt.

Ironwood's fleet was essential in restoring order to the city, hence the citizens would have more confidence in Ironwood's fleet.

Therefore, Ironwood made all the right moves during V3.

Port to Ozpin's inner circle: Everyone! One of us is having relations with General Ironwood!

Qrow: You mean 'Daddy'?

Port: Exactly ...

What REALLY happened the night Beacon fell

The red of Adam's blade mirrored the fire around him in what used to be a grand hall. The flame swooned as the great sword whistled through the air. The heat intensified as Adam cleaved single-handed through the defense of the lone Huntsman, like the applause of a watching crowd. The search for sustenance paused as blood flowed free, and the scent of the roast showed the fire's pleasure at their champion's offering of death.

It is as it should be, Adam thought as he flicked the blood off his sword and watched the Huntsman, a tall male in a white uniform, burn. But when the flames, never satisfied, inched closer to Adam. He swept the flame back with a furious slash of his sword across the floor.

As if I would let you so much as touch me! Adam thought, be content with the scum, and know your place!

But as the fire's feast reached its climax, Adam saw the image of a woman. With the hair of the abyss, dressed in the fire's iridescence, and ambition's emptiness in gold for her eyes. A reminder. To feed the fire, or be consumed by it.

Know your place, Adam Taurus.

A presence. Familiar. A shadow turned to steel. This was followed by a slash from Adam's blind side to his left. As she was taught. A cut that would expose the throat of a lesser opponent when he flinches.

But Adam was a Faunus, and a Faunus does not flinch.

Like a bull, Adam turned his horns into the cut. The blade's tip whistled past his head and scraped a chip off the bull's horns peeking through his red hair. Adam's response came in wide and ended in a hug.

"Blake, thank the Gods you're here!"

The brief feeling of warmth. The sense of comfort from a good memory. It faded as all good memories do. In a cloud of black smoke, followed by reality crashing down on everything.

"What have you done?!"

Adam turned towards the voice. Towards Blake Belladonna, standing behind him with her blade pointed at the black breast of his suit. A little taller than Adam remembered. The raw edge of youth, rounded by a maturity which created the feeling of innocence tempered with a pearl of wisdom that Adam could not give.

"What we vowed to do, a long time ago." Adam said, "but none of that now, Blake. Please, I need your help."

The sound of debris being kicked across the flame-blackened floor mirrored the derision in Blake's voice.

"My help?!" Blake said, "You're a murderer, Taurus!"

Adam stepped forward. Blake retreated. The distance between the two was just a step, but to Adam, it felt like Blake was getting farther away.

"Humans are the murderers, Belladonna!" Adam said, " the blood of our brothers and sisters are on their hands!"

"Not on every human's hands!"

"And you're siding with those that watched, hands in their pockets, as our kin were slaughtered! If not by the sword, if not by the bullet, then by inaction and cowardice. Are they guiltless, then? Are their hands clean of our blood?!"

Blake advanced. But Adam's sword. Longer and steadier, knocked aside Blake's sword with a casual flick of his wrist. A warning. One did not see Adam's swordplay unless he let them.

"Our kin, our brothers and sisters, were murdered by humans," Adam said, "More will be murdered if you do not help me save them!"

Blake walked closer, and Adam lowered his blade so that he wouldn't mar the pale tapestry of Blake's skin with blood.

"You brought the Faunus here!" Blake said, "You put them in a fight they did not need to fight. Because of what you are doing," Blake placed her hand on Adam's sword, "Faunus are being shot, and stabbed, and hurt."

"It is not by choice that I'm here," Adam said while he pulled his hand away from Blake's, "But it is by choice that I'm speaking to you. The White Fang, your people, are under the control of someone evil. Someone I cannot name right now. I'm trapped, but you could reach out and get help. For the Faunus."

Blake's eyes were gold, just like the woman in the fire. But there was no emptiness there, just a brilliant belief that could never be shaken from what was right. But when Blake reached up to Adam's face, and Adam flinched away, that brilliance dimmed. As if a cloud had covered the sun, and denied Adam any hope from it.

"I won't fight you, Adam," Blake said, "but I won't help you. If you really think the Faunus need help, then surrender."

Blake turned away. But before she could leave, Adam's hand gripped Blake's arm.

"Belladonna! You can't turn your back on your own kind!"

Someone screamed. Incoherent. Furious. Adam pushed Blake aside as he turned towards the sound, leading with his blade. No one see's Adam's swordplay unless he lets them. Not even Adam himself, at times.

"Yang? YANG!"

Blake was running now. Running toward a tangled mess of gold hair and limbs, out of which a mangled bloody arm Blake grasped in her hands as she started to sob. Another human had fallen to Adam's blade, but what was the point?

With a growl, Adam stabbed his sword into the closest fire before he tore the huge black bow from Blake's hair. As black as the woman in the fire's, but it was the black the twilight instead of the depths of oblivion. Dragging his sword from the flames, Adam then kicked Blake away and shoved the gleaming blade onto the cuts on this 'Yang's arm.

Once again there was the scent of searing flesh. Nauseating and oily. But as Adam tied Blake's bow around the cauterized wounds, Adam felt like he had taken a step somewhere. He was not sure where, but when Blake's terror gave way to relief when she saw the bandaged wounds, Adam was certain that Blake was the only one who could help him.

"Adam," Blake said as he turned to leave, "why?"

Adam didn't look back as he said.

"I brought this to you, Blake. My hands are not clean."

Bumblyby

Incomparable to BlackSun

As much as RT tries and tried to push Bumbleby in the present and in the future, Sun going to Menagerie with Blake is an arc that essentially nailed the coffin shut on any attempt with Bumbleby. This is because the Menagerie Arc was an arc that had extremely intimate implications between Sun and Blake.

Sun, as a Faunus, had the chance to get back to his roots. Reaffirming and rebuilding his identity as a Faunus after seasons of being a rootless rogue. Fighting the White Fang, fighting for the family who represents the Faunus, taking a bullet for the only other Faunus Sun truly interacted with. These events contributed to an Arc where Sun got to get down and dirty with the identity of 'Faunus', and the consequences of that identity.

Sun's journey is intricately bound alongside Blake's quest for identity as she grappled with her White Fang past and Huntress future. Sun fought alongside Blake when she fought the White Fang Assassins, took the bullet meant for her, and was essential in helping Blake resolve herself to confront the White Fang instead of run away like she had always done. Without one or the other, the Menagerie Arc could not happen.

Furthermore, Sun had a chance to see Blake at her most essential. Sun met Blake's parents, learned that she was the Chieftain's Daughter of Menagerie which Yang doesn't yet know, and dealt with Blake at her worst. When she was conflicted and angry and lashing out because of what Adam had done to her.

Therefore, the Menagerie Arc had tied Sun and Blake together in ways that RT could never replicate as the unique narrative moment had passed. Whatever Bumbleby does in the future can't really compete with the degree of intimacy developed between BlackSun in the past. Even if Bumbleby became canon, it would be a hollow shell compared to what BlackSun built.

Although Sun x Yang is not a bad ship though.