The hooded figures jerked in shock after hearing the scream of their brother behind them. Turning around, they saw him fall limply to the ground as Blake retracted Gambol Shroud. Pure hatred appeared to be swirling in the Faunus's eyes.

Blake snapped back to reality after the thud of the cultist's body reached her ears. I didn't mean to, she thought as the blood trickled down her sword and blood gushed from the hole in the man's back.

Watch out! the sword screamed to her. Blake had seconds to react before she blocked the knife slashing down at her neck. She jumped backwards, toward the spiral staircase. With the little distance she gained over them, she was able to tell the hooded men would surround her in seconds. The chained Beowulf wheezed patiently in it's master's leash. Blake's heart dropped once she realized there was a wall where the spiral staircase used to be.

No way out, she thought as the hooded men inched closer to her with their blood-stained knives. Behind them Blake could see one lifting his dagger into the air above Yang's heart. "No!" she screamed as she cocked Gambol Shroud and shot it, impacting it inside the stone ceiling. Blake pulled her ribbon taught as she lifted into the air.

She swung and kicked the cultist before his knife could come close to Yang. He made a resounding thud as his back cracked against the wall. Blake straddled Yang, hunching over with one hand on the ground and one holding Gambol Shroud high. Her eyes were filled with the fury of an angry animal.

The cultists surrounded her in seconds. Their knives pointing at her in every direction, they inched closer to Blake and Yang. Their alien chanting began again and echoed against every wall to the point that it was unbearable.

Blake looked left and right for a way to escape. Can't run. Can't swing out, she thought as she cocked Gambol Shroud and took pot shots at the cultists in front of her. Can't kill them all. Can't mow them down. The wounded cultists fell to the ground, yelling and screaming like any person would. But, their brethren stepped over them and ignored them like bags of rocks.

Blake sheathed Gambol Shroud across her back. She lifted Yang's tattooed face against her cheek and clenched her eyes shut. I'll never get to tell you, she thought as tears began to flow. I'm sorry. She said it about a hundreds times in her head, matching the rhythm of the encroaching daggers poised to kill her.

Blake could feel the knives lifting above her head. She intertwined her fingers with Yang's and whispered an "I love you" into her ear before it all ended. Silence.

Expecting hundreds of daggers to be embedded inside her body, Blake opened her eyes and found the cultists had lowered their weapons. They stood mere inches away from Blake. They shuffled out of the way slowly as the Beowulf snarled before unleashing an ear-raping howl that shook the walls of the room.

The cultists disappeared into the shadows behind the barred walls and all that was left was Blake, Yang, the Beowulf, and the crackling of the torches. Blake lowered Yang gently to the ground, caressing her smooth arm before standing and facing the Beowulf.

It's disgusting, she thought as the creature stared at her with yellow lensed eyes. It's limbs contorted and shook as the tentacles shooting from it's body slithered and swung in the air. It coughed up more liquid as it poised itself on all fours. It pounced.

The Beowulf was faster than Blake had expected. She was slammed against the wall in a second. With hazy eyes, she saw the Beowulf lift Yang with it's mangy hand and open it's mouth wide. "No!" Blake screamed before shooting Gambol Shroud into the beast's side and pulling herself into it like a missile. She flung her and the beast into a pillar. The dust and ash in the room shot out as the pair collided. Blake fell on top of the beast, her consciousness about to fade. Don't! she screamed to herself. You can't let it kill her! The Beowulf threw her off as it stood unfazed. Blake's limbs flapped like a ragdolls as she was flung to the ground once more. The beast straddled Yang's tattooed body, sniffing its prey and eyeing Blake closely. Blake reached her hand out and looked at it with eyes swirling with anger. "Stay away from her!" she screamed. The Beowulf lifted Yang once more, dangling her above its mouth like a shrimp. "No!" Blake screamed as the Beowulf chomped.

Blake clenched her eyes shut and she covered her ears to protect them from the sickening crunch of her lover's bones. Regardless, Blake opened them and gasped.

The Beowulf was split in two. One half slid to the floor, making a sickening plop, its tentacles flailing about as the last bit of life left the beast. The other fell over like a paper in the wind.

A smile appeared on Blake's face when she noticed Crescent Rose and its owner.

"Ruby," Blake said, "Thank you." With tears welling up in her eyes, Blake let her body collapse. But she jerked when she heard the sound of flesh being pierced.

Before Blake, Ruby held the torso of her older sister in her arms like a teddy bear as Yang's legs gushed blood onto the ground. Ruby smiled when she looked at Blake.

No...