Junior was studiously cleaning out glasses and trying not to be noticed by the impeccably dressed scoundrel sitting further down at the bar. Normally he'd have asked the criminal to leave for scaring off his other customers by now, but these were special circumstances. Besides, it's not like business was particularly booming anyways, ever since his club had gained its reputation as "that place that gets trashed by a psychotic blonde every other month."

Despite his best attempts to remain invisible, it wasn't long before Junior was called over to where the other man was sitting.

"Honestly, what does it take for a heartbroken man to get service in this town?" Roman Torchwick called out in his trademark condescending, carefree tone, though something was missing.

"Don't give me that, Roman, you keep this rate up and I'll be out of whiskey before last call. Not that I mind the business, but don't you have a more constructive way to deal with this? No one you can talk to-" Junior's words were frozen in his throat as his air flow was cut off by a hand around his neck. Roman pulled the larger man in and whispered with barely contained fury and grief.

"I had someone I could talk to. Just one. And she's gone now." He loosened his grip, allowing Junior to breathe as he continued. "Who do you suggest I talk to? Cinder? She's responsible for this clusterfuck. Mercury? Textbook psychopath. And Emerald's not exactly my biggest fan either. No, I'm afraid your subpar alcohol is the only friend I have at the moment. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some catching up to do with my old friend." With that, Roman released Junior who stumbled backwards coughing and waving away the henchmen who were moving threateningly towards the thief. The last thing he needed right now was a fight, especially since Roman was likely to kill them all and burn the whole damn building down if there was a confrontation in his current emotional state.

Jaune was pacing back and forth in Team JNPR's dorm, unable to sleep, despite it being near 4 in the morning. Waiting for an important call that he hoped would arrive any minute. After Pyrrha left, the first thing he had done was go to Ruby for help. Despite what Pyrrha thought, he actually understood her reasons for leaving better than anyone else. He understood her. So he hadn't argued, but he wasn't about to let her go off without any means of knowing where she was. So he had gone to Ruby, who said she had just the idea for keeping track of their friend. That was the call he was waiting for, the confirmation that Pyrrha had been found and was safe. He was so caught up in his worrying, he actually jumped a little when his scroll finally beeped. He pulled it out and eagerly examined the video feed coming through. He nearly collapsed with relief when he saw Pyrrha walking through the woods. His relief was short-lived, however, as he saw the ground and trees start shaking, before a Goliath thundered into view. Pyrrha barely dived to avoid the vicious tusks and started trying to fight it, though it may not be a fight she was capable of winning. No longer caring if he woke the rest of his team, Jaune shouted into the scroll frantically, "You have to help her! Do something!"

Pyrrha was doing everything she could, but the massive Grimm was more than a match for her. How had it gotten so close without her hearing it? Such questions would have to be answered later, if there even was a later. As if the universe detected this morbid reasoning, it was this exact moment the creature's giant tusk sent her sprawling. Unable to get to her feet in time, she braced herself for death as the Grimm moved to trample her.

But the huge foot never landed on her. A massive blast of green energy came out of nowhere, picking the monster up and throwing it against the trees, breaking several of them down and nearly ending the beast then and there. Despite not killing the creature, it did put it out of the fight for at least a few minutes. Catching her breath, Pyrrha looked up at her unexpected rescuer.

"Salutations!"