The scorpion lunged towards them. Its pincers menacing as they swung in a shape of an X on top of them. Isaiah leaped to the side and threw his chains at its claws, piercing the soft of its forearm and gripping tight on to the flesh it embedded itself on. The creature wailed in agony and blindly tried to swing its arm around, but was halted as Isaiah yanked on his chains; forcing the creatures claws to be restrained. Yang quickly ducked around and shot at its legs, crippling it to the floor. In a desperate attempt the Grimm whipped its stinger at Yang but was stopped as Isaiah threw a third set of chains, wrapping around the venomous end. A dark mist evaporated from its poisonous limbs as the chain ate away at its flesh, severing it from it's tail.

"Yang!"

With the creature disarmed and restrained, Yang was free to unleash herself on to the beast. Circling back, she launched herself in the air and slammed a barrage of punches into the Grimm's mask from above. Each blow forced the creature to topple; and with a final blow she cracked its mask, imbedding her fist deep into its skull. When the creature stopped twitching with life, Yang pulled her arm out and dropped to the floor; eyeing the dead beast she gave it another slug, just for good measure.

Isaiah whistled at the brutality. The beast was in a poor mess. Its cracked skull made its markings unrecognizable and its limbs twisted in odd directions. If it had a mother she would probably order a closed casket.

"Wow... I actually kind of feel sorry for the thing."

Yang dusted off her gauntlets as she walked away from the grotesque plaster.

"Careful there soldier boy, don't want you turning into one of those Grimm fanatics."

Isaiah looked at Yang perplexed.

"That can't be an actual thing?"

Yang snickered as she lead the way.

Yang and Isaiah walked along the brick stones. Deteriorated and degraded in many places. The ancient stones surrounded them in a dismantled circle, its floor etched with cracks and weed sprouting from within. Within the circle was a rim of pedestals. 18 of them were empty with only two shiny objects displayed. One was of a silver wolf and the other a golden lion. Yang looked confused as she stared at the objects.

"That's weird..."

"What is?" Isaiah asked as he stepped closer to the relics. "Am I supposed to take one or both?"

He stared oddly at the pristine items, the only thing foreign to their surrounding.

"Well they change it up every year but... you only have to take one for each pair."

Isaiah stopped in confusion and looked at Yang, who was equally unsure about the situation.

"So why two?"

"I don't know. But if I know Ozpin I'm sure he wants you to choose."

"Why?"

"I wouldn't question the wizard. He works in mysterious ways."

Isaiah looked at Yang who was smiling. Isaiah shook his head for the thousand time. "You're awful. I just want you to know that."

"Pfft, please. Everyone loves me."

Isaiah shook his head again as he instinctively reached for the wolf, but on a second thought he stopped and reached for the lion. Yang frowned at his decision.

"You shouldn't do that."

Isaiah looked back confused.

"What do you mean?"

Yang shrugged and twirled her back to him.

"Choose yours by heart. Not the one you think you should."

A gentle breeze occupied their silence. Reluctantly Isaiah grasped the wolf in his hand and walked towards Yang.

"I have the objective."

Yang said nothing as she stared off into the distance. Isaiah looked in the same direction. The wind rustled the green, gently ruffling Yang's brilliant mane. Isaiah stared at her back in longing. Envious of the confidence she postured.

It wasn't long before a airship dropped down to there coordinates. Having had time to cool down, Professor Goodwitch seemed to be in a tolerable mood. Sitting across from them in the airship, she often smiled towards Yang in a gentle manner. This seemed to unnerve Yang as she averted her eyes from Goodwitch during the flight, often playing with her thumbs and dangling her feet in distraction. Isaiah leaned towards Yang and whispered quietly.

"Whats wrong? You seem... fidgety."

Yang quickly shushed him, but on a second look at Goodwitch, who was looking out the window. she whispered back.

"Ever in a room with Goodwitch and she's smiling, it's never a good sign."

"Why? She looks very pleasant." Isaiah said nonchalantly.

"When she's in a good mood, it usually puts us in a bad one."

Yang quipped quickly as Goodwitch, turned her head back towards them, smiling tenderly to Isaiah.

"No need to worry about being tossed off the plane for speaking Isaiah. I must say I did that a little too... hastly."

Isaiah perked to his superior addressing him.

"Not at all mam. It was a good landing exercise."

Professor Goodwitch's brow furrowed ever so slightly, her smile disheartening for a moment.

"I'll have you know good sir, that I am only in my late 20's."

Isaiah pondered this for a second. Yang sat beside him looking both horrified and yet stifling a giggle.

"So how old are you exactly mam?"

The aircraft arced its way towards Beacon's landing platforms. Isaiah held his cheeks in pain as he looked out the window. Yang howled in laughter but was silenced by the whip of Professor Goodwitch's wand. As the aircraft descended closer to the platform they were able to make out the silhouette of Professor Ozpin waiting for them on the ground with two men behind him.

Nothing was said as they boarded off the ship one by one. Although it was minuscule, you could almost make out a pout on Ms. Goodwitch's face.

"Professor Goodwitch, I see you've exhausted your patience." Ozpin chuckled gently as he made his way towards them. Goodwitch shook her head. "Ozpin, I shouldn't take pleasure in whats about to happen."

"But you will, will you not?"

Glenda looked the other way. Ozpin said nothing either as he lead the two men in police uniform behind him.

Isaiah's eyes widened. What is this? Why does he have police men here for? His vision blurred. In his red filled gaze he saw the distorted figure of the professor marching towards them with the hounds of law following closely behind him. Threatening to take him away. Where he belongs.

Isaiah couldn't move. Even when they brushed beside him he was absolutely frozen with the icy thought of betrayal. This was it. He was tricked. They're going to take him away-

"Yang Xiao Long!"

The sound of cuffs filled the dead silence.

"Huh?" The words escaped with her breath as Yang stared at the two metal rings attached with chains. She looked from one police officer to another, oddly noting how they looked almost exactly alike.

"Yang Xiao Long! You are here by under arrest for your crimes against Remnant. You have the right to remain silent. You have a right to a phone call. You have the right to an attorney or to a lawyer of your choosing. If you do not have one at your request, the kingdom can provide you with a lawyer. Do you understand these rights?"

The landing platform echoed with the clinking chains between Yangs arm, signaling her the severeness of the situation.

"No- Wait! What!? The hell is this?! I-

"Miss Xiao Long. You have been caught on numerous cameras riding a mortocycle through several red lights at the speed of nearly 180 km/hr. Do you have anything to say to this?" Professor Goodwitch asked plainly as she interjected the guilty blonde.

Yang stayed quiet before she mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that Miss Xiao Long?"

Yang sighed and said with a little more affirmation.

"I'd like to make a phone call please."

Isaiah watched as Yang was driven off in a police cruiser. His blood started to thaw from the ordeal. He looked to Ozpin, who was looking back at him. "Are you worried about Miss Xiao Long?" Ozpin asked. Isaiah shook his head.

"Sir, with all due respect I don't think the police can contain such an animal. I'm worried for them."

Ozpin chuckled softly. "You may be right." Walking past Isaiah. "I told the officers to circle back once they get to the station, to which she will witness her mortocycle being impounded, but a small price must be paid for intentional mistakes. Do you not agree Isaiah?" He tapped his cane, beckoning him to follow along. Isaiah nodded as he trailed behind.