AN: So here is the next chapter of Moonlight, sorry about it being a bit delayed but I was inundated with more negative comments and messages on the last couple of chapters than I'm used to, nothing rude, aggressive or threatening I hasten to say, but which still honestly kind of put me off for a while, or at least gave me less inclination to get back to this story. Still there were quite a few positive ones that seemed to have faith that I knew what I was doing, or that trusted me enough to stick it out to see what happens next.

On that note here I am with the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy it and leave a review.

Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or RWBY.

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(Last Time)

Frowning behind his mask at this, Percy slipped his right hand into the pocket of his jeans, grasping Anaklumous tightly in his hand, readying himself to pull it out at any moment as he bypassed the third set of guards at the door and followed Raphtalia in.

"Percy I want you to meet Adam Taurus, the High Commander of the Valean branch of the White Fang. Adam this is Percy!" Raphtalia announced as she gestured between the masked and cautious looking Percy behind her, and the slim, masked, red haired man in front of her. The man in question looking to be in his early twenties, with a lean build, a red and black themed outfit, a pair of curved bull like horns jutting from his forehead and a sheathed sword at his waist.

"Sup…" Percy said for want of anything else to say, nodding to the man as he stood up from the table and looked curiously over to both Percy and Raphtalia.

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Chapter 12

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(With Percy)

"Raphtalia," Adam Taurus said quietly, his eyes narrowing behind the visor like Grimm mask that covered the High Commanders eyes, as as he eyed both his lithe, brunette subordinate, and the unfamiliar man at her side.

The man in question was tall, not quite as tall as Adam himself, but only a couple of inches off at most.

Noticeably though the man was a lot bulkier than him, his shoulders were noticeably broad and heavily built, and his arms were thick and corded with muscle, and more importantly littered with scar. This man had the build of a fighter, and not just a show fighter. No, he looked like a warrior, someone who had seen true, life and death combat. The kind of man who had seen some much fighting and war that it had become a part of him.

Adam liked that.

Looking the man up and down, Adam tried to look for the tell-tale sign of a faunus, looking for any animalistic features that couldn't be hidden by his mask, such as a tail, or claws, or horns, or ears, or scales, or even wings, or some mixture of those, as he knew in some case, like with Raphtalia herself, a faunus could exhibit several of these features.

Strangely though he could see none.

Adam's lips curled upwards as he noticed this, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. He may not have the extremely heightened senses that some of his kin were gifted with, but his senses were still far beyond those of a human.

Oddly though this man Raphtalia brought with her didn't have the animalistic smell of a faunus, nor did he have the stench of humanity on him, or at least no more than anyone who spent time in heavily populated human areas. Instead, he smelt of the sea.

"Who is this?" Adam continued, his tone hardening as his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. There was something off with this man, something that was beginning to put him on edge. It made him feel wary and uncomfortable, this man was an unknown, and he hated unknowns.

"Percy." Raphtalia replied cheerfully, seemingly unbothered by Adam's tense reaction, or by the way the White Fang guards around him all tensed up as they picked up on their boss's discomfort, their own hands moving to their weapons the moment they saw Adam grip his sword's hilt.

"And why have you brought him, a stranger, here?" Adam replied, with forced calm, his gaze shifting from Raphtalia and Percy as he did so.

"You!" Adam then snapped at Percy, before Raphtalia could say a word. "Take off that mask! You've not proven yourself worthy to wear a commander's mask! So take it off, and show me your face!"

Percy tilted his head to the side as he heard that, his right hand gripping Anaklumous even tighter now as he eyed his 'host' cautiously. This was not exactly a warm welcome, not when he could hear the barely controlled hostility and suspicion in this Adam's voice.

Then again, considering what he had heard about the White Fang from Weiss, maybe this wasn't such a surprise. He might have decided that he would make up his own mind on the group, but that didn't mean he would discount what his old teammate had said out of hand, nor would he fully trust what Raphtalia had told him either, or at least not without a healthy amount of scepticism.

Already Percy was starting to feel foolish for coming here. After all, he had known Raphtalia for barely a few hours and already he had allowed her to convince him to come to an illegal rally, in order to meet up with a High Commander of the violent, and controversial White Fang.

In hindsight, he felt like he had been a bit of an idiot.

Then again his life had gone through several radical shifts in a very small amount of time.

First off he had been trapped in Tartarus for a long, torturous time, and then he had found himself embroiled in a brutal and prolonged war against a Primordial Goddess. After which he had somehow found himself thrust from all he knew and loved, and into an entire new, and unfamiliar world.

From there he had joined Beacon Academy, and had, for a few weeks at least, found some semblance of happiness and stability, as he had found himself place to live, and a team to bond and grow with. Only for all of that to be taken away as he lost his temper, and then let his pride get the best of him. With this having led to him being cast out, or rather self-exiling himself, into the unfamiliar world, alone, penniless, and purposeless.

Thinking back on it, was it any wonder he had allowed himself to be enticed by a pretty, friendly girl who approached him, and offered him opportunity to once again have a purpose, a chance for adventure, and excitement, and more than that a chance to fight for cause, one which involved fighting for equality and the betterment of an entire race.

It had all sounded so grand at the time. Raphtalia was certainly good at selling the White Fang, and had even offered him a chance to come along to a rally and meet one of the leaders before he signed up, which in turn would allow him to come to his own conclusions.

But now, as he stood before one of their leaders, he began to have doubts. He felt like he had rushed into all of this. He had thrown caution to the wind, and right now, as he faced this Adam Taurus, he knew for a fact that he had not thought things through properly.

Still he was here now, and that meant that he had to make best of the situation.

With that in mind he hooked a finger under his mask and pulled it off. His right hand resting down by his side now, his sword which was still currently in pen form, held at the ready, just in case.

"Happy?" Percy asked dryly, his green eyes gleaming with challenge as he stared Adam down. He would not allow himself to be intimidated, or cowed.

"You're human." Adam hissed in response, half drawing his blade now, revealing the sharpened, crimson blade. ]

With the rest of the faunus in the room all drawing their own weapons, save for Raphtalia who just stood off to one side, observing everything with no discernible reaction due to the mask that still covered her face.

"Of sorts." Percy replied glibly, shifting his pen into the form of a sword much to the surprise of some of the guards, even as Adam fully withdrew his blade now and rested the tip gently on the ground. With the other half a dozen faunas in the room, pulling out an array of swords, axes and guns, all of which they held at the ready, just in case a fight started. "Why, what are you? Some kind of bull faunus or something?"

Raising his sword and pointing it at Percy, Adam didn't respond to the Demigod. Instead his head shifted to the still calm Raphtalia.

"You brought a human here! Why?" Adam growled, his tone tinged with barely controlled fury.

"Why not? I found him and saw the worth of his soul. He could be a great asset for the White Fang!" Raphtalia shrugged easily, unsheathing her own weapon now, a long, straight bladed, hand and half sword with a jewelled pommel. The silvery blade glinting in the light of the room, as she twirled it in her hand before allowing it to rest at her side. "Now, can we all calm down and talk about this civilly?"

"You want us to be civil with some human?" Adam snarled, spinning his sword in his hand as he did so, as if to try and intimidate Percy, before he stepped forward and held it at his side.

Seeing this Percy raised his own sword into an on guard positon, his eyes narrowing as he began to draw upon his Demigod abilities. The earth around him starting to tremble minutely, causing ripples to form on surface of a nearby glass of water.

"Yes," Raphtalia said again, her pink eyes narrowing as she looked between the tense Percy and Adam, dismissing the rest of the faunus guard's as negligible. After all in the grand scheme of things they were merely grunts and foot soldiers.

Raphtalia knew this for a fact, after all her Semblance allowed her to see a person's soul, and thus a person's power and potential.

That wasn't to say she knew everything about that person from just a look, or even what that person's Semblance was, she could analyse what she could see and feel and make an educated guess, but that it would only ever be a guess, and would likely be wrong more than it would be right.

But what it did do though, was allow her to deduce how much raw power a person had in terms of aura, and their current level of aura. With the brighter the soul, relating to the amount of aura that person had at that time, and the intensity of the colour that made up the soul, relating to how much aura they would have at their prime.

On top of that she could also infer what a person's personality would be like from the colour, brightness, and nature of their soul, and from the feelings she could sense when she analysed their soul.

Using this, and the fact that a person's soul was directly linked to their Semblance and aura, was also how she picked out good recruits for the White Fang, whilst also sieving out those untrustworthy or too weak.

It was for that reason that she knew the grunts were nothing special, they were cannon fodder, good for intimidation purposes and fighting other grunts, but lacking in any true skill or power. They would certainly never measure up to a fully trained Huntersman, or even a trainee for that matter.

Then again her experience in the White Fang already told her that much. The lack of opportunities given to faunus often meant that not many of them got the opportunity to go to combat schools or train to be Hunters, especially compared to humans.

This in turn meant that there were fewer faunus with the skills of a Hunter out there to recruit, which meant the White Fang had to rely on unskilled foot soldiers instead as the core of their organisation.

This wasn't necessarily bad as they had passion for the cause, and the commitment to do what was necessary. However, it was bad in that they weren't on the same level as the Kingdom's respective military's, and nowhere near the level of trained Huntersmen and Huntswomen. Which meant the White Fang would always be at a disadvantage if they got involved in any direct confrontation.

It was for this reason that she was often put in charge of recruiting people to the White Fang, as her Semblance made it so she could pick out the gems from the riffraff, that and because of the fact that she was far more approachable and charismatic than Adam, or any of the other commanders for that matter. Many of whom, she knew, could be called zealots in how passionate they were about the cause, which likewise knew would put some people off.

It was actually whilst she was doing one of her recruitment runs that she had originally picked Percy out in the bar, and thus attempted to recruit him, despite him being a human, maybe?

After all, Percy's soul had easily stood out it the crowd, as it was something special, in fact she would say it was unique.

As, where most souls had a single colour, such as Adam's whose soul glowed a burning, vibrant crimson. Percy's was dual coloured, a bright, shining gold and an intense, dazzling green, both of which had been merged together, so much so that she couldn't see where one colour began and the other ended.

This was something Raphtalia had never seen before in her life.

Hell, she didn't even know what a dual coloured soul meant. Did it mean he had two Semblances, which before now was thought impossible? Or did it mean he had two souls trapped inside a single body both of which were fighting for control, and was such a thing even possible? She only got the idea as she had read a fiction book about just such a thing.

But honestly, Raphtalia didn't know.

What she did know however was that his soul was so bright and so powerful that it dwarfed Adam's, in fact she had never seen it's like before. Not even Sienna's soul had shined so brightly or so intensely.

On top of that was the feeling she got from looking at Percy's soul. Unpredictable, ferocious and furious, yet also kind, loyal and gentle, and above all sad and lonely. The vibes she got from him were just as weird as everything else about him. How could one be both gentle and ferocious?

That being said, one thing she had inferred from viewing Percy's soul, something that stood out most of all, was that he was incredibly dangerous and ruthless to those who he considered his enemies. Yet kind, and loyal to a fault, to those who were his friends and allies.

Growling slightly, Adam looked between the armed Percy and Raphtalia once more, before with a grunt he sheathed his sword. "Do you vouch for him?"

"I do." Raphtalia replied, sheathing her own sword now. Though she noticed that the tension in the room had not abated. "Just as I vouched for the White Fang when talking to Percy. I asked him here as I wanted him to meet you, and to see that the rumours spread about us are not entirely true!"

Adam grunted again at that, before he gestured for his guards to stand down. This was not the first time the White Fang had dealt with humans.

Hell, he had just entered into a secret alliance with a human at the moment, a manipulative, dangerous woman called, Cinder Fall, and her own small, but powerful group. Including two deadly assassins, Emerald and Mercury, both of whom, despite being lippy, he knew were strong. As well as the aggravating, arrogant thief Torchwick, and his little bodyguard, Neo.

Yes, if he could deal with a smug, self-absorbed, self-important narcissist like Roman Touchwick. Then he could at least give this Percy a chance, especially since Raphtalia vouched for him. That and he knew the younger faunus girl well enough to trust her when she personally brought a recruit to his or Sienna's attention.

"Hn, well I wouldn't say all the rumours are untrue. We do kill humans, and we do kidnap humans, and we does blow up buildings, rob dust trains and do all we can to destabilise the corrupt companies that run the Kingdoms! And I personally take pleasure in doing these things, especially when it comes to killing humans!" Adam replied, his lips curling up into a cruel smile as he gazed at Percy. "Does that bother you human?!"

Just because he agreed to talk to this human, didn't mean he would be playing nice or pulling any punches.

Raphtalia pulled her mask off as she heard that, rolling her pink eyes as she did so. Adam was being deliberately antagonistic, she should have seen this coming.

"As a matter of fact I do!" Percy replied bluntly, stepping forwards as he did so and squaring off with Adam. Already he could feel his temper flaring, he didn't like the way the faunus were treated, that was true. But in no way would he condone random acts of murder and destruction! Percy knew war, he knew that sometimes you had to be ruthless and that sometimes you had to sacrifice your own morals for the good of the many.

Hell, he had blown up an entire cruise liner and killed children, literal children, just because they had chosen the wrong side. On top of that he had cut down his fellow Demigods in battle, both during the war against the Titans and the war against the Giants and Gaia, and these Demigods were not just teenagers some of whom were younger than him, they were his cousins, his nephews, his nieces.

Percy had done monstrous things. That much he knew. But he had done them because he had too.

He had committed these acts in order to save millions, if not billions of lives. After all, had Kronos won then the world as they knew it would have been turned upside down, and humanity would have found themselves under the yoke of the Titans and their monstrous armies. Similarly had Gaia won then she would have wiped all life from the planet and then started it anew, she would have committed genocide on a global scale!

So yes, Percy had done terrible, heinous things, some of which he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. But he had had a solid reason, and even now felt great shame and grief over what he had been forced to do.

This Adam though, he had just admitted to enjoying killing. That Percy would never condone. It was one thing to take lives if you were fighting for a cause, if you hated what you were doing but did it anyway as you know it would save lives and make the world a better place. But to actually cause carnage and enjoy it!

"You think you're a big man because you kill people? You think that makes you some badass?" Percy asked, getting right up in the smirking bull faunus's face now. Ignoring how the man's guards all tensed and gripped their weapons tighter.

He was letting this man get under his skin, Percy knew that.

Then again it was quite easy to rub Percy the wrong way nowadays. He was still only a teenager after all, one who was in a strange, alien place, surrounded by strange people.

Suffice to say he was still out of sorts, even now, all these weeks after he had arrived.

"Percy!" Raphtalia said beseechingly, her pink eyes widening as she saw his aura flare and felt the ground beneath her tremble.

"Leave it Raphtalia. You brought him along because you wanted him to see what we were all about didn't you? Well this is me telling him! This isn't some social club that just anyone can join, we're fighting for a cause! We're fighting against the humans for the rights of our people! You think this 'human' can join up and be of use, fine! But I'm going to tell him how it is, and what will be expected of him!" Adam snapped back, moving forwards himself so he and Percy were almost butting heads.

From this close he could feel the younger man's hot breath, and see the look in his eyes. It was a look of barely contained anger and wrath. One that Adam knew well, only unlike this boy his was an anger and wrath born from experience, and from pain and suffering. His anger and wrath was righteous, born from the suffering of countless generations of his brethren. Something this human would never understand!

"I brought him here so that he could meet with you and hear about how the White Fang is not as bad as the media portrays us! If I had known you would start acting like a psycho I wouldn't have brought him!" Raphtalia shot back, her calm facade cracking now, as a flash of irritation appeared on her face. "I told Percy that we aren't blood thirsty murderers and terrorists, and that we are merely average men and women fighting against oppression, standing up when no one else will!"

"As if this human would have believed that, even coming from you!" Adam snarled, using the word 'human' as if it was the worst possible insult that he could think of. "Now shut up and stay out of this!"

Raphtalia glared as she heard that, but still did as her superior had bid, not that that stopped her from gripping the hilt of her sword. Her pink eyes moving between Percy and Adam warily as she saw both of their aura's surging and felt their anger rolling off of them in waves.

"So what were you saying human? Do I think I am big man because I kill people? Well I think that's pretty obvious isn't it?" Adam sneered, glaring at Percy as he did so. "I am proud of what I have done, and I take pleasure in my work! More than that, I don't care how far I go, or what I have to do! If it means putting the humans in their places under the heel of the faunus then I don't care!"

"Oh so you're some faunus supremacist, is that it?!" Percy snarled, shoving Adam back now, Anaklumous once again in hand, even as Adam withdrew his red blade, his grin borderline maniacal. "You're no better than the SDC and those you purport to stand against!"

Those words wiped the smile off of Adam's face.

"You know nothing human! I am better than the scum at the SDC and the Schnee's will ever be!" Adam growled, his white teeth grinding together now.

"You don't even see your own hypocrisy do you?" Percy muttered, shaking his head as he realised just how much of a fanatic this Adam was. What was it Raphtalia had said, 'he's a little angsty and edgy but he means well'?

This guy was beyond angsty and edgy, he was fucking insane. More than that he was a violent sociopath, one that believed what he was doing was right.

That from Percy's experience was the worst thing he could possibly be.

Percy had met someone like this Adam before, a kid called, Octavian. He too had thought that he was doing the right thing, he had acted to empower himself and extend his own influence and prestige, but he had done so in the belief that by making himself more powerful, that he would also be making the rest of New Rome powerful. He had even gone so far as to ally with monsters, all in the belief that what he was doing was saving the world.

He had been wrong, and because of his arrogance, and his selfish idiocy he had caused the deaths of dozens upon dozens of Demigods and had almost brought about the end of Olympus.

Percy was getting the same vibes from this Adam now. This was a guy on the edge, one who had gained power through his own strength, charisma and passion for the cause. Only now he was in a positon of authority, he had begun to corrupt the very cause he fought for.

Looking around Percy could see that he was the only one who could apparently see this. See that Adam was not some mighty leader, but that he was instead a tyrant, a monster, in the making.

With that in mind Percy glanced over at Raphtalia. She claimed to have a Semblance that made her a good judge of character. Yet somehow she was not able to see what Adam was becoming, if not what he already was. Was this due to her own bias blinding her from seeing the truth, or maybe it was because she was as warped as Adam was?

She didn't come across as a bloodthirsty killer. In fact she came across as very pleasant and reasonable, and as someone who truly believed in what she was fighting for. Not faunus supremacy, but equality, equal treatment and equal opportunities for all, regardless of race.

To Percy, Raphtalia had seemed genuine, and that was why he accompanied her here, and why he had been willing to sit down and listen to just what the White Fang stood for. In fact he had almost become excited at the thought of joining this group, after all they had a noble reason to fight, and a grand objective to fulfil. They had adventure and excitement on a daily basis, and they did so all in the name of a just and righteous cause.

Now though, now he had had second thoughts.

The moment he started speaking to, Adam, the picture Raphtalia had woven for him, had begun to fall away. The White Fang might have once had a purpose, and might once have stood for something noble. But if Adam was a representation of those in charge of the new, more 'pro-active', and violent White Fang. Then Percy wanted no part in it.

"Hypocrisy?" Adam hissed, "What do you know about me? About any of us?"

"I know that the White Fang was first created to strive for equality between humans and faunus, and to end to the tension and animosity of old! I know that the White Fang once stood for something, and that they had slowly begun to make progress!" Percy replied loudly, standing up straighter now as he latched onto what he knew of the group back when they had been peaceful.

"Slowly being the operative word." Adam replied bluntly, before without another word he grabbed the Grimm like mask that covered the upper part of his face and pulled it off.

A lesser person would have flinched away at the sight of Adam's face, as when he removed the mask he revealed a brand that covered one side of his face, going over one of his eyes, permanently scarring it. With the brand quite clearing say 'SDC'. But Percy had been to war, and had delved into the depths of Tartarus, he had seen worse. That being said, the fact he had seen worse did not mean that he didn't feel disgust and revulsion rising up within him at the sight of the brand.

"This is what slow gets you! For every day that passes more and more of my kind are treated like animals and oppressed! The time for peaceful protests are over, they achieved nothing in the long term. The only way to inspire change is through fear!" Adam growled, throwing his mask to one side as he instead gestured at the brand, as if to emphasis his point.

"So what, you become the very monster you are trying to fight. A few humans did horrible things to you, and so you will do the same to some complete unrelated humans? What you're doing is nothing more than perpetuating the hate that you yourself were a victim too." Percy said, his tone lower now, but no less earnest. "And when you kill a human in vengeance, what do you think that human's friends and family will do? Why they'll kill a faunus in vengeance, and so on and so forth. That's how wars start!"

"Then let it be war!" Adam hissed back, his single clear blue eye boring into Percy's sea green ones.

"If that's the case, then I think we're done here." Percy replied coolly, his grip on Anaklumous tightening as he looked around warily.

The half a dozen grunts, those he was confident he could take. Adam though, Raphtalia had said he was one of the strongest in the White Fang.

Now Percy was pretty confident in his own abilities, but from his experiences at Beacon he had come to realise that the Huntersmen and Huntswomen here, when using their aura to the fullest, were both physically stronger and faster than him. Or at least Ruby, Pyrrha and Weiss had proven themselves much faster than him, and Pyrrha, Yang and Nora had all shown that they were, potentially, at least a little bit stronger than him.

Though noticeably, the difference between their strength was minimal, whilst the difference between their respective speeds, was far more obvious.

That being said with his natural abilities, and his control over earth and water, Percy, was pretty confident he could hold his own, one on one, with even the toughest of Hunters. They might have their aura and Semblances, but Percy was a Demigod, a Demigod of the Big Three for that matter, and he was born for battle, and had trained to fight monster that were far stronger then him.

He might not have their raw speed and strength, nor the gimmicky weapons. But he did have incredible reflexes and natural skill, on top of which he had experience with both his elemental abilities and with the inhuman strength, speed and durability his Demigod nature granted him. On top of that he also had his swordsmanship to fall back on.

That being said, he wasn't so confident that he believe he would be able to defeat both Adam and his guards, as well as the scores of other White Fang members who would likely flood into the area the moment a fight broke out.

"Yes, I think we are. This was a complete waste of time." Adam replied coldly. He had made an alliance with Cinder Fall because she had power and influence, she had things to offer, and had been completely unconcerned with his methods. In fact she seemed to be amused by them if anything.

Percy though, he would bring nothing more than his own blade, and no matter how good he was, his mere presence as a member of the new White Fang would annoy the more hard-line members. In fact if Percy joined he would sow dissension within the ranks, and potentially cause the entire group to unravel from within.

Adam's eyes narrowed at this. Could this be what he was up too all along?

A part of him wanted to suspect Raphtalia too, but he knew the girl, she was loyal to the cause, and was completely devoted to Sienna. She had been ever since the tiger faunus had saved her life in Mistral. With Sienna going out of her way to save the faunus trainee Huntswoman from the Grimm, even when her own team had abandoned her, and left her for dead.

No, Raphtalia wasn't a traitor, she wasn't like Blake. She at least would never turn her back on the cause.

"Guards." Adam called, his sword once again in hand and at the ready as he eyed the dark haired human cautiously. This man had stood out enough to attract Raphtalia, this at least meant that he was tough, after all why else would she go out of her way to recruit him like this.

In response to his words, the six faunus guards in the room raised their weapons and start to advance on Percy.

Gritting his teeth at the sight of this, Percy drew on his Demigod powers.

Almost instantly the earth once again began to shake, only this time it was more pronounced than before, as within moments the entire room began to shake too, which in turn made the advancing faunus pause in their advance as they instead tried to steady themselves.

At the same time the glass of water on the side shattered, and the pipes along the side of the wall began to groan and contort.

Spinning his sword in his hand, Percy manoeuvred the backpack containing his armour so it was comfortable, after which he raised his hand, drawing on surrounding atmosphere, as he drew moisture from the air and began to create a thin cloak of water over body.

Already he could feel his stamina and strength becoming enhanced, even as he began to draw on more water from the surrounding pipes and from the ground below him, the concrete cracking in places as water began to dribble out of it.

Seeing this Adam snarled, his legs bending as he prepared to lunge forward and start the fight.

Before he could though he was stopped by Raphtalia, whose sharp voice cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

"Enough!" Raphtalia said sharply, glaring at both Adam and Percy. "There will be no fighting."

Neither Percy nor Adam replied to that, as they instead glared each other down.

"I said, enough!" Raphtalia continued, forcing herself between the two of them now, her pink eyes flashing as she glared at Adam.

"You would side with this human!" Adam spat.

"I invited him here under the promise of peace. I invited him here to hear what the White Fang was about, and to convince him to join the cause." Raphtalia began, her voice holding a coldness to it that had not been there before, even as she heard Adam scoff. "But because of you and your stubborn bullheadness, and aggressiveness, that's obviously not going to happen."

"You've got that right!" Both Adam and Percy said at the same time, before they then went back to glaring at one another.

"Quiet!" Raphtalia snapped, sending both of them a sharp look now. "So, we've failed to convince him. The least we can do now is to show that our group still retains its honour and integrity, and as such honour the promise of no violence."

"So we just let him go?" Adam spat.

"That's the general idea!" Raphtalia shot back.

Adam narrowed his eyes at that, locking gazes with Percy again.

Both of them wanted to fight, both of them could see that.

"Fine." Adam replied after a few moments, standing up straighter again and sheathing his sword as he did so. "Let's show these humans, that the faunus, at least, are not as dishonourable and vile as them."

"Hypocrisy, thy name is Adam." Percy retorted, standing up straighter too as he stopped drawing on the surrounding water in the area, though he didn't release his control over the all but invisible cloak of water that covered his form.

Adam sneered at that, but didn't reply.

"Come on Percy, I will show you out." Raphtalia said quietly, scooping up her helmet like mask, even as Percy did the same with the spare he had previously worn. After which she gestured Percy out of the door, before she too made to leave.

"Raphtalia." Adam said sharply.

"You disappoint me Adam, you were once great. Now look at you." Raphtalia said in response, her pink eyes turning sad as she saw the way his once handsome features had twisted into a rictus of hate.

With that said, Raphtalia turned to leave, not giving Adam a chance to retort.

This had not gone how she had wanted it too. She had been so confident that Adam would recognise the potential Percy represented and turn on the charm she knew he was capable of. It appeared though that she had overestimated Adam, or rather underestimated his growing instability, something that had been getting worse ever since his partner Blake had left.

Raphtalia grimaced at that thought, even as she led Percy out of the rally and to safety. Adam was losing it, Sienna would need to be informed before he did something stupid!

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AN: So what did you all think? I am sure some people a bit confused, but really could you see two people that in some ways are so different, whilst in others ways are very similar, gelling, or getting on? Because I didn't, instead with this chapter, like with previous ones I wanted to explore how the White Fang, just like Beacon and everything else, has both good and bad in it. It has people in it who genuinely beleive in what they are doing, and have joined to make a difference, and it has people who joined to kil, hurt and cause trouble, to relieve suffering by taking out it on other people. This was quite important, or at least for me, as it sets out the different sides and how neither one is entirely good, all of which will lead into Percy's decisons going forward.

Like I said when I took him out of Beacon, I want to develop the world a bit more and to allow Percy to explore. Though at the same time I want to have him intersect with events that happen in canon, many of which will change greatly due to Percy's presence, either due to him directly or indirectly. Similarly this worked for me as it put Percy on more people's radars and it also allowed me to develop teh White Fang more and lay the foundation for greater changes as the story progresses. Some people might have pciked up on some of my more overt foreshadowing. Even so, just like with the Beacon lot, I am also planning on having Percy invovled with some White Fang stuff, and with Torchwick and Cinder Fall stuff too.

Suffice to say my plan by this point takes me well beyond the fall of Beacon, though as I said things will be changing an awful lot from canon.

That being said I was a little irritated with this chapter, as I got so into Percy and Adam's interactions that I was unable to get back to Beacon. As again Jaune's inclusion in the story was not that appreciated, despite me having already thought of many of the issues people raised. Suffice to say I have a plan for that too.

Thanks a lot for reading, and for sticking with the story as I know quite a few dropped it.

I hope you all review, and if you have the time please do check out my other stories, I have quite a diverse range now.

See you later.

Greed720.