RWBY and Lilith's Throne are Roosterteeth's and Innoxia's properties respectively. Though considering this is on a site named fanfiction, I don't think warnings like these should be necessary. Are they necessary?

Jaune stood up on the hill, watching the encampment of his order as the first lights of dawn illuminated it from the east. There were quite a large number of tents, easily housing more than five hundred troops… and that was without counting the civilian and workshop tents, which no doubt housed camp followers. He could see a wooden palisade encircling the small hill that the encampment was also on, it didn't look makeshift like the wooden forts of the imps in Submission, or the bandit camps in Foloi fields and forests. Jaune narrowed his eyes as he spotted several centaurs, though he was able to quickly deduce why they were in his order. Slaves, to pull the carts that carried their supplies. He'd seen a similar thing in Lyxias' temple.

"How the…? It's been only a month since I last saw them. Even if they somehow snowballed the pregnancies… this is way too many."

"Jaune?" A young woman's voice took him out of his musings, before she exhaled a smoke.

"Yes, Sena?" Jaune turned to the beautiful Youko.

"Nothing… you just seemed to be deep in thought." She took another drag from her cigarette.

"Hmm…" Jaune eyed the other Youko further back, "How are they?"

"Restless, wary, not really willing to go against Lilith… but I was able to convince them by telling them that it was you who killed Lunette. The ones that were with us back then are not worried though." Sena eyed his wineskin as Jaune took a large gulp from it, "Ugh, so that's the smell."

Jaune raised an eyebrow at that, "Huh."

Jaune saw the guards posted on the outside of the palisade widen their eyes at his outfit, with many more of the soldiers that were readying for a fight standing down, understandable since he was marching towards them with three hundred troops of his own. Wait, they had muskets?

"Grand-Maître!" Jaune saw Chris walk towards him as Chevaliers parted to the sides, "How have you been, sir? And who are these people?"

"Chevalier." Jaune nodded to him, Chris had been promoted up since he last saw him, going by the colours he was wearing, "They're a merc company I hired while traveling here. Do not worry, they have their own tents and supplies."

"Youko?" Chris eyed Sena, though Jaune couldn't see any contempt or distaste in his eyes, good.

"Yes. They'll be a great help in the coming month." Jaune eyed the soldiers behind Chris, none he recognized. "Where's your commander?"

"Lady Mechtilde is in her tent, sir, she's resting." Chris gestured to the inside of the camp.

"Thank you. Why don't you bring Sigismund here?" Jaune nodded to Chris once more before he turned towards the Youko, "Sena, there doesn't seem to be enough space to accommodate all of you, set up camp outside for today and work with Sigismund to get your party acquainted with theirs. Make sure to bring your supplies to our camp, you'll be joining us to act as a single party from now on. We'll be discussing conjoining tactics tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Both of them replied.

Jaune tried to keep a smile on his face as every single new Chevalier tried to talk to him along the way, some of the women winking and flashing him from the entrances of their tents. He was used to fame, being a Count, he got a lot of attention from his subjects whenever he made a public appearance, be it at a concert or a tournament, latter of which he liked to host. He participated in the last tournament he hosted as a slap to his father, only a couple months before he took the physical assessment test to earn a chance at Beacon's initiation. His short pre-Beacon training had enabled him to come in third place at the tournament, a tremendous honour considering a Valean champion by the name of Justinian Belisarius Sulla, named after an ancient Valean emperor, had also been there. His training had also allowed him to actually pass Beacon's test without much problems, even if he had been near the bottom on that one.

The layout of the camp was also interesting, similar to the quick-build fortifications of ancient Vale, each tent had been placed in uniform with others, while also having the larger workshop and medical tents in the middle to protect them in case they were ever attacked. Civilian tents were at the east section of the camp along with their supplies, which didn't have a gate to outside. He spied his daughter's tent near the middle, it was large, and the tent fabric itself was royal purple in colour. A small flag bearing the order's crest was flying at the top of the tent.

Nodding to the guards at the entrance of the tent, Jaune entered only to see her daughter lying completely naked on her wooden divan, with her left arm on the knee of her left leg as she was spreading her legs, looking in his direction, she gave a wiggle to her hips with a smirk on her face.

"I'm not fucking my own daughter." Jaune narrowed his eyes, getting a pout from Mechtilde. While it seemed like Lilith's Arcane ensured that inbreeding didn't do any damage, as he had met with people whose great-grandmothers were their fathers or mothers, while sometimes a single person was both parents as futanari could impregnate themselves, none had any disabilities. This went double for Succubi, as most seemed to be much more open to incest than any other races.

"Really?" Well, now she was just adorable, but he had endured the weaponized puppy eyes of one Ruby Rose, Mechtilde wasn't going to get anywhere with that. Unfortunately for Mechtilde, Jaune was not interested in incest.

"Yes. Now go wear your clothes, we have visitors." Jaune raised an eyebrow at the several wine and whiskey bottles on the low desk, only to widen his eyes as he saw an old coffee maker and coffee grinder. "You have coffee here!?"

"Oh? Yes, we came across a couple caravans from Thinis traveling to Dominion. I was able to buy coffee beans from them." The panties she put on were surprisingly conservative, a pair Jaune found adorable rather than sexy. Heh. It had cute little hearts on it.

"We should make some…" Jaune looked at the tent's closed entrance, "Five hundred troops, Mechtilde? How did that happen?"

"Lady Lyssieth sent reinforcements every week, and with the combined pregnancies of our own group, camp followers, and the reinforcements, we grew very quickly. A week ago, right after we successfully assaulted the Green Sons' base up north, we received the largest reinforcement from her, three hundred in size." Buttoning up her shirt, Mechtilde grabbed her cuirass and opened its straps to equip it, before fastening them again.

"Hmm… I remember Lyssieth saying something about being able to recruit and train them, never thought she'd be so… efficient with it." Heh, eight hundred troops, if he counted the Kagawa clan's mercenary routine along with his own. At least it was a familiar number, similar to his county's huntsmen corps in size, which paled in comparison to the duchy's overall number, or the number of huntsmen each kingdom had.

"Well, she's an Elder Lilin, and she has a lot of free time on her hands…" Rather than wearing her burgonet, Mechtilde simply put it under her arm, mirroring him.

"Alright then."

"Ah… the aroma of dark, black coffee, how I've missed you." Jaune sipped from the small coffee cup as Sena and Mechtilde got to know each other. They were sitting under a tent-gazebo on a small hill not too far from the encampment.

"One-hundred and ninety-two warriors to guard the one-hundred and five mages… seems reasonable enough. Are you going to divide them between the flanks? Or keep them in front?" Mechtilde was using an example map of a walled town with flat plains around it to point out specific spots that they agreed to place their formations in, Jaune guessed that the example map was based on either Dominion or Elis, considering the flat lands around it. Thinis was surrounded by desert and arid grasslands, which were all flat as well.

"Two flanks on each side. We don't need to protect the front since my mages will stay behind your musketeers, we'll be providing artillery support again, right, Jaune?" Sena turned to him this time, taking a bite from her hazelnut cake.

"Ah… yes, that was my plan." Right, Mechtilde said that they received muskets along with the last of the reinforcements from Lyssieth, since she had an abundance of the guns in her castle. Mechtilde had opted to give them to the crossbowmen, due to the close similarity in its usage, and since the aim stance was very similar, it only took them a single day to get used to the new ballistic arc of their projectile. She also had the muskets enchanted with the Arcane spell that Jaune himself introduced back in Dominion, and they only ever needed to load the metal ball down the barrel, which shortened its reload time significantly from actual muskets, but increased the reload time from regular Arcane muskets as those only use a non-physical Arcane projectile.

"I want your troops to stay behind the musketeers, and help them against the ranged troops on the walls, that'll be far more effective than waiting and trying to starve them out. Lilith won't be able to ignore this, and she'll come knocking on our door once we have the city, so keep the walls intact by using pure fireballs. Unless she attacks herself, I doubt she has anyone who would be able to do what we can." Jaune sent a small smile to Sena once he noticed her turning pale, "It is exactly what I'm banking on, however, with Lilith busy marching towards me, Lyssieth will be free to take over Dominion and march behind her mother, allowing us to attack from both front and back. Kind of like a hammer and anvil, but on a more… strategic level."

"And you're sure we'll be able to stall her enough? She'll most likely muster up her entire personal army to deal with us… that's a lot of soldiers." Sena looked down at her small cup of coffee, before taking another bite from her cake.

"Do you have any information on how many soldiers she has?" Mechtilde joined the conversation again, having stayed silent for their exchange.

Sena swallowed before replying, "Five to six thousand if my reports are correct. This doesn't include the Enforcers, but they're not her army, she won't be marching with them."

"What use are police on a battlefield…" Jaune smiled as a slave in a maid dress refilled his cup of coffee, and offered a small thanks as she shyly walked away.

"That's the town?" Jaune asked, eyeing the sandstone walls of the Vacuan-esque city. There was a gigantic pyramid in the middle, most likely serving as the governmental as well as the religious center of the city. He could see a wide variety of morphs, including lions, gazelles, hyenas, and… secretary birds.

While there was a weird type of architecture, one with carvings of people, triangular roofs, and statue-like pillars, it was mixed in with a familiar Vacuan architecture that included domed and flat-topped buildings. Even from this distance, it was obvious that Vacuan architecture were mainly built in the poorer areas, while the gold-gilded "Egyptian" architecture, a name that Thinis was described as being modeled after, were reserved for the wealthy.

"Yes…. so we're sieging an entire town…" Mechtilde said from the side, sounding a bit off.

"No, we're only going to siege half of it."

"W-what?" Jaune just snorted at Mechtilde's confused face, "Ah! It's just a figure of speech, dad."

Jaune's attention focused on the city once more as its gates opened, and hundreds of troops, along with Lisophia right at the head of them, started piling out of the city. "Hmm… around three thousand, I'd guess."

"We can beat them…" Mechtilde didn't have the combat experience he did, so it was understandable. But it would be this battle where he'd learn if she was ready to lead her own men, or stay as a basic soldier.

Jaune started walking as Lisophia gestured her army to stand down, him giving the same order to his army as some of them, mainly the officers, took a step forwards behind him. Turning his head, he nodded to Mechtilde, who immediately started to whisper to Sena and Sigismund, and the orders of their plan spread like wildfire through their whispers.

Lisophia was… distinctly beautiful, or so Jaune thought. She had dark-red skin, slightly lighter in colour than the dragon-scales that covered her draconic arms and legs. Her muscles glistened under the sun, and she was muscular, though she still kept a very feminine shape. She had a small line of scales that framed her face, the ones that covered her brows were thicker than the rest, yet it didn't detract from her beauty. Reddish brown hair that turned blonde at the ends fluttered behind her as she spread her wings. The huge draconic wings themselves cast a large shadow on the ground, they rivaled his own wings in size, much like her height which rivaled his own. She had a fierce look on her face, similar to Yang when she was pissed, but Lisophia seemed more in control, more subdued. She was naked, much like Lyxias. He liked the fire he saw in her green draconic eyes as well, vertical slits constricted as she studied his Auric, angel-like wings.

"An Angel…" Lisophia's voice was as rough as the sand around them, grating on his ears. He did not want to hear her scream, if only to spare his ears from the physical pain it would bring. "It's been long since I last saw one of your kind."

Jaune put his right hand on the handle of his sword, thinking of a reply that never quite conjured in his mind. "Hmm…"

Seeing his movement, Lisopha took a combat stance with her draconic claws in front. Who needed a weapon when your hands were weapons? "What?" She slightly tilted her head, likely confused from his answer rather than his hostility.

"Defend yourself." Flapping his wings with as much force as possible, Jaune launched himself at her, his sword already in motion towards her throat.

"Charge!" Lisophia's voice boomed over the battlefield as she flapped her wings, launching herself beyond Jaune's reach. Taking flight, Lisophia tried to move towards her army, but had to dodge towards the other way as Jaune sent an Aura-wave after her.

Redirecting one of her claws, Jaune tried to go for a pommel strike, but he was launched back as she kicked him. Turning in the air, Jaune managed to send another Aura-wave at her, hitting her directly in the chest and stopping her charge.

Charging in himself, Jaune went for a diagonal slash that Lisophia barely dodged. Giving himself more strength by flapping his wings, Jaune immediately went for a false edge cut that Lisophia blocked with her right claw, before she went for a left punch that Jaune caught with his own left hand.

Constricting her wrist, Jaune smirked as Lisophia gained a pained expression, before trying to disengage as she inhaled a large gulp of air.

"Argh!" Jaune flinched back in pain as Lisophia spewed fire before he could activate his Flame Cloak. Punching him, Lisophia sent Jaune back as she followed him through the air.

Now activating his Flame Cloak, Jaune surrounded himself in fire as he deflected one of her claws, and stayed defensive as she kept her assault up.

Holding the blade with his left hand, Jaune yanked the sword left as soon as he caught one of her claws, and swung right as hard as he could, smacking her on the face with the flat of the blade and causing her to spin in the air as she lost control of her flight momentarily.

Charging his blade with Aura, Jaune sent an Aura wave along with his cut, striking Lisophia with both and launching her back as she fell to the ground with a deafening boom.

Flapping his wings as hard as he could, Jaune immediately launched herself towards Lisophia, who barely recovered just in time to block his overhead slash, creating a crater under them that was even larger than the one she had just made with her fall.

Slacking her arms, Lisophia allowed Jaune to stumble forwards from the force he was putting into the strike, and grabbed his wrists with her left claw before punching him hard enough to send him flying back with her right.

Creating a hundred of his Aura-swords, Jaune let them fall towards Lisophia as she took flight once more, dodging sword after sword. Letting his Aura pool in his blade, Jaune readied himself to swing the moment she was in range.

Creating two fireballs in her hands, Lisophia tried to catch his blade between both as she wreathed the very air around them in fire. What she didn't think of, however, was that his Flame Cloak completely nullified fire damage, allowing him to ignore it.

Unfazed by the fire, Jaune continued with his swing, sending Lisophia right back behind a hill not too far away from them.

Taking a breath in, Jaune looked at the battlefield below, only to grin as he saw around two thousand of Lisophia's troops remaining against his largely intact warband. His musketeers were withdrawing towards a hill while the shieldwall kept the large column of enemy from flanking. He could also see several smaller detachments that tried to circle around the main battleline, but they were quickly decimated by the Youko mages who shelled the enemy detachments as soon as they were a safe distance away from the battleline.

Jaune turned his head towards the voice as a monstrous scream tore through the battlefield, creating a momentary lull as the attention of every single man and woman was drawn to it. Rising from behind a hill, the same hill that he'd smacked Lisophia to just moments before, was a gigantic, brown-dark red dragon easily large enough to tower over a four story building. Letting out another fearsome roar, she beelined straight for him.

Jaune ducked low as he commanded his remaining Aura-swords, as well as the two hundred he just summoned to all converge on Lisophia, who breathed fire from her mouth. The large ball of fire exploded around him, taking a chunk out of his Aura as he cursed.

Hearing a pained scream, Jaune looked up to see that several of his Aura-swords had managed to pierce through Lisophia's skin, creating several wounds, though none of them were deep enough to be fatal.

Turning in the air, Lisophia charged at him once again with another fireball, the exploding kind, dwelled up in her breath. Not taking any chances, Jaune charged towards her himself with an Aura-wave waiting in Crocea Mors.

With an Aura fueled flap of his wings, Jaune sent the Aura-wave as soon as she was close, breaking her fire-breath as she flinched back with a muffled scream. Not letting up, Jaune went for a diagonal slash that sunk deep into her face, though it was nowhere near enough with how large her body was.

Jaune felt his Aura take a huge hit as Lisophia managed to hit him with her left claw, the hand being as big as his entire torso. Stopping himself from falling to the ground after a few moments, Jaune barely had enough time to put his sword between him and Lisophia's mouth, the dragon dwelling up another fireball in her breath.

Creating a hundred of his Aura-swords in front of him, Jaune pushed back Lisophia as the dragon's eyes widened, bringing a smirk to his face. Filling them with fire, Jaune launched himself back with a flap of his wings as the Aura-swords exploded near her torso.

Jaune created a thousand of his Aura-swords as he heard Lisophia let out a wail, the amount of pain in it causing him to frown. While he had no mercy nor the affections for her to be truly affected, he didn't exactly like hearing a woman scream like that.

Jaune's breath was knocked out of his lungs as a giant flaming ball hit him, breaking his cuirass and taking another chunk out of his Aura, leaving him under fifteen percent. As the last pieces of his cuirass fell, Jaune commanded his Aura-swords to converge on the flaming dragon that was currently dragging him through the air towards the ground.

Jaune felt his wings work again as one of Lisophia's wings was cut off thanks several Aura-swords, and he let himself escape from her clutches as she continued her course towards the ground. Dissipating the few remaining Aura-swords and gaining some percentage back, Jaune created his Aura-spear in his hands, using whatever Aura he had left.

"La Lance Sacrée!" Jaune's Auric wings dissipated as the last of his Aura left his body through the spear, and as he rapidly descended towards the ground, La Lance Sacrée entering Lisophia's head was the last thing he saw before darkness took over.

Jaune opened his eyes as a strawberry flavoured liquid washed over his throat, causing him cough as some of it went down the wrong pipe. "What the fuck!?" He managed to get out between coughs.

"Easy, dad, easy." Looking up at the figure holding his head, he saw his daughter Mechtilde with what looked like a… health potion in her hands. Taking it himself with his newfound strength, he drank the rest of the bottle in a single gulp.

"You feeling okay?" Jaune tried to get up from the soft divan as he nodded to her, half managing to stand on his own two feet while Mechtilde helped him to stabilize.

"What happened with the battle?" Jaune asked as he cleared his head, now properly able to stand. Looking around, he realized that they were standing in a… throne room of sorts. Its design was definitely not familiar to him, maybe it was that "Egyptian" architecture again?

"Her remaining troops surrendered once they realized that you killed their Elder Lilin. Never seen that one before…"

"Which? An army of such size surrendering, or an Elder Lilin getting killed?"

"Both." Mechtilde replied with a giggle, causing him to chuckle as well. She really was adorable.

"You just haven't lived long enough." Jaune patted her head a bit forcefully, disheveling her hair.

"I'm older than you!" Mechtilde tried to swat his hand, but she was just not strong enough.

"Right…" Jaune stopped his movement, before looking around the throne room. There was a stone throne with golden decorations on a raised dais, with several decorated braziers flanking it. A small table not too far behind it was put in front of a wooden door, presumably leading further into the living quarters. A purple velvet cushion that housed a decorated coronet was on the small table, and while the golden band of the coronet looked similar, the decorations and markings on it were far too different from anything he had ever seen. Must've been her specific style.

The room itself was mostly sandstone, decorated with murals and all kinds of hieroglyphs he had no idea how to read. Not seeing anything else that was noteworthy, Jaune walked to the door behind the small table, and opened it to peek into the room.

A large corridor separated many rooms from each other, decorated with a dark purple carpet that stretched the entire corridor. There were small braziers hanging high up on every column that was in between the large windows, each column being across a door to keep them out of sight from the outside. Wasn't her house the giant pyramid in the middle of the city? Where were these windows?

Walking along the corridor, he looked out of the window to see that yes, they were indeed on one of the highest floors of the pyramid. While it had looked like a regular pyramid from far away, it was actually a bit similar to the "Mayan" temples with their gardens and balconies on each floor. He could see slaves and workers walking around, giving him uncomfortable stares, yet he had not been attacked yet.

Moving to the very end of the corridor, a large double door made out of a light wood caught his attention. Jaune let out a confused chuckle as he saw naked depictions of Lisophia with her legs spread wide carved onto both of the doors. Shaking his head in disbelief, he proceeded to open the door only to be blinded by a golden light.

Finally opening his eyes, Jaune's eyes widened as he saw a literal mountain of Flames, the golden coins of this realm, directly next to her bed. While the room was decorated with all kinds of precious metals and stones, the mountain of Flames that must be worth over hundreds of thousands, if not millions in the realm's currency shadowed it all. Considering it was in her private bedroom, Jaune quickly assessed that this must've been her own personal wealth rather than the city's.

Not knowing if the wages of the gigantic pyramid's workers were paid by the state or herself, Jaune decided to only take half of the money to pay for the equipment and recruitment of new troops, not to recover what his order had lost, but to create a new force entirely. This new army would be far lower in quality since it would be nothing more than a large militia made up of mercenaries and anyone willing to fight, after all, all he had to do was to stand his ground against Lilith's army, and Lyssieth would be the one to crush it from behind.

Walking back to the throne room, he found Mechtilde sitting on the throne as she gave commands to several Chevaliers, as well as some dragon morphs that were wearing… decorated skirts and large headdresses, as well as golden necklaces.

"Mechtilde?" He called for her as he walked close, drawing their attention to him.

"Grand-Maître!" The Chevaliers stood at attention as he nodded to them, and relaxed when he moved his attention to what he presumed to be the officials of the city.

"Dad!" Mechtilde immediately stood up from the throne, before gesturing to the dragon morphs. "These are Kara'ruk and Mekhmir." Jaune nodded as the dragon morphs slightly bowed with their names.

"Kara'ruk was the administrative advisor in Lisophia's court, he says he can help us rule this city in exchange for protection against Lilith." Mechtilde gestured to him with her hand.

"I have connections with the wealthiest traders and craftsmen, as well as Lilin, my lord. I can also continue my old duties to lead the higher courts and smaller magistrates, Her Highness Lisophia tried to enslave as many criminals as possible."

"And you, Mekhmir?" Jaune nodded to the second dragon morph, who gave a curt nod back.

"I have worked as a recruiter and trainer for years, usually overseeing the more elite warriors of Lisophia's army. But then…"

"We'll still need you, Mekhmir. I want you to gather new recruits from the more… combat oriented citizens, bandits and such should be willing to fight for clean money, after all. Kara'ruk, I want you to cobble together a smithing guild of sorts. I'm not expecting any miracles, but basic weapons and armour should not be a problem. I'm guessing we only have mere days before Lilith comes knocking on our door." As Jaune finished giving his commands, he saw terror dwelling up on the faces of the dragon morphs. "Easy there, we'll have… help when dealing with her. I can also personally deal with her myself."

"Who… who are you?" Mekhmir managed to get out with an audible gulp.

"Jaune Soleil Arc, Huntsmen, Beacon student, and Count of Orléans." He replied with a smirk.

"I see… And my lord, we have an armoury that is still functional and half-stocked. We should be able to equip some of the new recruits with muskets." Mekhmir replied, still looking like he was going to faint any second. Jaune never feared Lilith, so he wasn't able to understand why she was just feared so much.

"How are we going to pay for all this, Sir Jaune?" Kara'ruk asked, finally gathering his wits together.

"Well… I have an idea." Jaune nodded towards the wooden door, gesturing for them to follow him.

Jaune was resting on a cushioned bench on one of the balconies of the throne room when Mechtilde came with a wine bottle in hand, a slave maid following her with a tray of food and empty cups.

"How long was I out?" Jaune asked as the maid filled his wine cup, before scurrying towards Mechtilde to do the same.

"A couple of hours, give or take. I brought you to the throne room for both your safety and to be able to govern in the meanwhile. Did you know how efficient Lisophia's ruling system was? She had specific communication orbs for each of her advisors!" Mechtilde replied, hooking an arm around the maid's thin waist as she was finished with her duties. Getting the maid to sit on her lap, Mechtilde started to undo her maid uniform.

"Really? That's sexual harassment, you know." Jaune gave a snort as the maid mewled with excitement when Mechtilde's hand found her… nether regions.

"It's only wrong when they don't want it." Mechtilde replied with a cheeky grin, that kind of thinking could get you a lawsuit on Remnant. Well, not like the slaves of this world had such rights.

Drinking from his cup of wine, Jaune frowned as his hand patted his unarmoured chest. He had refused to wear his burgonet after waking up, since his cuirass was completely destroyed during the fighting. He guessed his Aura alone would have to suffice for Lilith… At least he had been able to find a replacement uniform, since the only differences were the name and rank badges, as well as the colours, latter being much easier to amend. His order, the Youko mercenary band, and the camp followers had taken residence in the central pyramid itself, the gigantic building easily housing them amongst the other residents such as the governmental workers and the maintenance staff.

"Mechtilde." Jaune chuckled as she gave him a glare for daring to take her attention away from the sex toy between her legs, but a quick, amused glare of his own got her to flinch away. "I want Sena to go on a scouting mission tomorrow, tell her to travel towards Dominion and report any signs of Lilith's movements. Give her one of the communication orbs if need be, but we need the intel. Also, tell the troops to patrol the city walls, we'll be busy giving at least some training to the new recruits."

"Yes… ah… dad…" Jaune stood up to leave as Mechtilde started to pound the poor slave away, he really did not see his daughter having sex… or having a legitimate penis. Well, her demonic transformation abilities could explain that one.

Oi... new chapter! Either the next chapter or the one afterwards will most likely be the last one, considering that we're nearing LT's end and while I think I didn't completely botch this story up, I came very close to it. I'll be writing a new fic after this one is completed, it'll borrow some non-LT lore from this AU, like Jaune's backstory and semblance, though he won't retain the fire aspect of it as that Jaune will not travel to dominion, and as such, won't have the Arcane magic that grants this Jaune elemental magic. Anyways, I wanted to focus more on the battle itself but with writing it from Jaune's perspective, I needed to focus on Lisophia or it wouldn't make much sense. How was the fight? I'm thinking of shortening the fights in the new fic, not from their usual length, but when it comes to the stronger opponents. After a while it just feels like I'm writing a fight from a video game with all the back and forth with no real impact, and it gets boring. I'd like to write short, fast paced combat that is a bit more realistic than usual, so maybe I'll have to focus on different parts of it. Edit: Fixed some typos.