And we got more slayer! Now, there won't be much Grimm slaying in this chapter considering it's the obligatory club chapter. But there will be brawling! Read and review!

"Let me process what you've just told me...you fought a Goliath, easily one of the most dangerous land Grimm to have ever walked Remnant and THEN went against a Tyrant which is the second deadliest Grimm on Remnant only to the Grimm Titan. And all you suffered was a few minor dents in your armor and mild lacerations to your skull." Ahri gazed at Jaune in utter disbelief, mouth open and eyes squinting looking at the Arc. The Slayer simply shrugged whistling away still basking in his high from annihilating the Tyrant.

"It was the most fun I have ever had. The Goliath was a great appetizer but when I got to the Tyrant...just...amazing! Though I thought it'd take more of my power. Still, throwing down with something the size of a building is something I'll always remember." Jaune genuinely smiled, his hair still matted with dried blood.

"Well...in my years of being head nurse at Beacon, I can say with confidence I have never seen someone as insane as you Mr. Arc. Here are some pain killers for any possible future irritations and I advise you to rest for the entire day. Do nothing strenuous until tomorrow and if the wound is completely healed you may go about your normal routine. Dismissed." Jaune nodded in thanks leaving the nurse to herself and making his way toward the forge intent on sprucing up his armor. He sent a quick text to Pyrrha saying that he'd be a bit which she responded with a simple ok and blushing smile emoji. The slayer smirked at his partners response pocketing his phone and entering the forge. He settled down at an empty table immediately getting to work removing his armor. After a few minutes, Jaune sat with his armor strewn across the workbench using nothing but his bare hands to push the dents back into place making his armor look unscathed again. He moved onto his helmet, rubbing the mark of the Slayer fondly giving himself a silent promise to live up to the title before finally getting the last dent out. Jaune gave out a low breath of satisfaction, slinging his armor over his shoulder heading to the dorms not wanting to have to walk all the way back to the locker rooms to put his armor away.

He finally made it to the JNPR dorm opening the door quietly seeing everyone was asleep. Jaune rested his suit at the end of his bed peeling off his filthy sweat riddled shirt walking into the bathroom staring at the mirror. Ahri wasn't wrong, his head did take a pretty good hit as he slicked his hair back to look at the wound. The Arc turned on the shower stepping in immediately not caring if it was cold starting to scrub the blood from his head. He closed his eyes feeling the water turn warm resting a hand onto the side of the wall.

'That wasn't a coincidence...SHE sent those Grimm on purpose. Was she testing my strength?' Jaune opened his eyes seeing that his hand had broken through the tiled wall while he was lost in thought sending chips of it to the tub floor.

'It doesn't matter. Send your minions, your inner circle, your most powerful monsters Salem, it won't matter. Because your death is inevitable, and I can't wait to watch you burn.' Jaune promised, turning off the shower, the last of the water echoing as it dripped to the floor.

(Next morning)

Jaune awoke sitting up and letting out a yawn looking out the window to see the sun hadn't come out yet. He checked his scroll seeing it read 4:40.

'Perfect. I can get some training in. The question is, should I go to the training grounds? Or...go to the Emerald forest and kill some Grimm?' He pondered his choices and nodded content with his second option. Jaune donned his Prator suit, opening the window stepping out onto the ledge turning around and closing it silently before leaping from his position flying over the Beacon courtyard until gravity finally took hold of him crashing into the ground feet first leaving behind a small trail of destroyed concrete and upturned grass in his wake.

'Eh it'll be fine. Ozpin's a prick anyway and can get it fixed.' He made it to the cliffside minutes later basking in the morning air taking off his helmet to take a fresh breath.

'Can't hate a nice morning like this. Especially when I get to massacre some Grimm. Now let's get to the slaughter." Jaune found a launch plate and bashed a fist into it sending him cruising into the air once more. His eyes scanned for prey as he brandished his supershotgun without looking and sent his meathook into a tree continuing to propel himself through the air still searching for a Grimm to kill. The Slayer smiled as he stared down at his unknowing victim, a King Taijitu slithering across the forest floor. He let out a maniacal laugh dropping down on the snake Grimm like a missile cutting the serpent clean in half not even giving it a chance to fight back with it's body already dissipating.

'Well crap baskets. I obliterated that Taijitu just like I did the Ursa during initiation. Why the hell are these Grimm so damned weak?' Jaune let out an exasperated breath making sure to let out as much negativity from his short kill. This paid off, as a pack of Beowolves broke through the clearing yipping and roaring at him with hunger in their eyes.

"A pack of Beowolves? Really? I guess you'll do for now." The Slayer holstered his shotgun cracking his knuckles beckoning the Grimm to come. The only Alpha roared in response rushing forward with it's massive clawed hand lashing out at the human only to be stopped by the bulky arm that was Jaune's grinding it's assault to a halt as he stared up at the wolf Grimm with a bored expression.

"Alpha my ass." Was all he said before gripping the Grimm's forearm crunching it beneath his grasp like a piece of drywall grinding it to dust. It whined letting out a wail of pain but was cut short when Jaune grabbed its snout ripping it clean from its face making the Beowolf stumble away for a moment. The slayer pounced onto the Grimm digging his thumbs into the Alpha's eyes tearing outward shredding the beasts head in half with a loud crunch, its dying cry echoing through the forest. He looked at the rest of the pack, some of the wolf Grimm backing up to run away while others let out a howl and rushed forward. The Slayer only smiled, resuming the carnage.

(4 hours later)

Glynda sat in her hospital bed rubbing the bridge of her nose trying to soothe the evergrowing migraine that was starting at what she was just told by Port who had brought a blood-soaked Jaune Arc from the Emerald forest covered head to toe in Black blood from the sheer amount of Grimm he had killed as it had not yet dissipated.

"Mr. Arc...why do you cause me so much trouble?" Glynda groaned finally staring at her student who only sported a small grin.

"I don't see how I caused trouble...killing Grimm is a huntsman's job after all.." Jaune argued making his teacher's eyes twitch and pulse with a purple aura.

"The trouble, Mr. Arc is that you killed EVERY GRIMM IN THE EMERALD FOREST!" Glynda yelled in frustration laying back into her bed taking in a few gasps of air. Jaune's mouth formed into a thin line as he held up a finger to argue before deciding against it slightly nodding his head in understanding.

"I...see your point! Kinda need Grimm if there's to be a proper initiation huh?" Jaune scratched his head with a sheepish smile. Glynda could only raise a hand in frustration before letting it drop shaking her head.

"It's too early in the morning for this and I'm too injured to lecture any further. Mr. Arc, I will allow you to train in the training grounds again provided you do not destroy all the training bots we have in stock. Do I make myself clear? And please for the love of Oum, do not cause me trouble for the rest of the week. I'd like to recover in peace." The Slayer nodded leaving the room in a hurry. He stopped by the locker rooms putting his armor inside but couldn't get it to lock trying to latch it shut without breaking the door. Cardin walked around the corner spotting his nemesis and smiled, thinking of his revenge.

'I'll push that blonde bastard into his locker and launch him away! That'll teach you to humiliate me!' Cardin walked silently behind Jaune rearing back to push him into the locker.

"FUCK IT!" Jaune roared winding his fist back unknowingly smashing Cardin in the jaw sending the ginger spiraling into the showers busting through the wall. He broke the locker door with a resounding bang, grumbling to himself about stupid lockers and automated locks. Cardin laid sprawled out with a bunch of rubble covering his chest pondering his life decisions before going unconscious.

(Junior's club)

"Shit...I really might need to get new clothes..." Jaune tugged at his shirt trying to loosen it but to no avail, clinging tightly to his form highlighting his massive frame paired with a simple pair of blue jeans.

"No, you don't tall blonde and jacked!" Yang slung an arm around his shoulder, her assets rubbing into his side making Jaune start to blush. Her outfit was a simple yellow cleavage tank top with a brown leather jacket over her top and black jeans clinging tightly to her backside and hips which Jaune noticed, he noticed a lot.

"It looks quite well on you Jaune. I'd even go as far to say that it looks perfect." Pyrrha said simply gripping his arm with hers, eyes shining with happiness making him stare down at her with his blush still present and a smile spread across his face. She wore a form-fitting black sleeveless turtleneck with tight red leather pants and black knee high heeled boots.

"Well let's party dammit! I wanna knock back some maple syrup shots!" Nora hollered next to Ren, Ruby, Weiss and Blake. They walked to the door and knocked, the bouncer slid the peephole only to recoil back and close it, he screamed from the other side making everyone except Yang wonder why they didn't let them in.

"The hell was that?" Jaune mumbled before reading a foot and kicking in the door sending it slamming into the sides o the walls hard. Guns were drawn immediately by every guard in the club. A good amount of them were aimed directly at Yang.

"Yang did you do something to piss these guys off?" Jaune asked reaching into his pants to pull out his supershotgun.

"How do you always have that?!" Weiss looked at Jaune with wonder making hin shrug.

"It's compact and I got a thigh holster underneath my pants. This thing is my pride and joy." He ran a hand over the barrel fondly holding his weapon close.

"STOP STOP!" A man a little bit taller than Jaune pushed aside the goons adjusting his necktie.

"Blondie...why are you here? And please for the love of Oum don't tell me that you brought Huntress and huntsman friends.." He sweated and Yang waved a hand chuckling.

"Junior Junior Junior! There's nothing to worry about! I'm only here with my friends who yes, go to Beacon with me but were here to only party and that's it!"

Junior stood for a few seconds before running a hand over his face gesturing them to come in. Yang nodded in thanks and latched herself back onto Jaune's side with Pyrrha mirroring her move. The Arc could only walk forward with the two women still holding his supershotgun and blushing like crazy.

'Ok so this was what I was missing out after I killed the Tyrant...who knew that my armor would cockblock me?' Jaune thought as they all set down ready to order drinks when the front door opened again and in came the master criminal himself Roman Torchwick. Junior immediately let out a scream of frustration grabbing a bottle of whiskey and chugging it.

"Evening Junior! Need to borrow some of your men for a little heist I got going on! luckily I got Neo to help but I could use some extra bodies." Roman flicked his cane walking up to the bar turning around to look at JNPR and RWBY only to freeze when seeing the redheaded girl that fought him a few weeks ago and Pyrrha fricking nikos sitting at a booth staring at him.

"...Oh! It's red! and...some of her friends! Tell me you kids aren't all from Beacon right?" Roman felt sweat start to pool and he got his answer when Yang had already deployed Ember Celica, Weiss summoned a glyph, and Jaune smiled wickedly holding his supershotgun close.

"...well...shit...NEO!" Roman called and the Ice cream themed almost midget girl appeared. He grabbed ahold of her shoulder only to be forced to the ground by a gravity glyph.

"What are you all waiting for?! Take them down!" Weiss ordered but Jaune was already ahead of her. He rushed forward bringing his fist back and colliding it with Roman's jaw sending the thief crashing over the counter and onto the floor. Roman shook his head and dialed Cinder, getting an immediate pick up.

"What Roman-"

"Need help! NOW! Junior's bar! Wear disguises or something I don't care just get here!" He pleaded and hung up looking over the counter to see Neo handling Yang, Ruby and Blake with Weiss backing them up with glyphs. JNPR however were currently standing across from him leaning against the bar. Roman could only swallow bad he was dragged across the counter and chucked onto the dance floor. He sent out a flare from Melodic Cudgel hitting Jaune who merely walked through it like it was just a gust of air.

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me!" Roman cursed knocking one of Junior's men out and grabbing his gun spraying bullets in JNPR's direction. They fanned out making him jump from each member. He turned tailed to run when he was pulled back by Melodic Cudgel, the faint black aura surrounding his weapon making him realize that it was being pulled from him.

"Surrender Torchwick. We have you and your partner outnumbered!" Pyrrha declared and he received a message on his scroll from Cinder.

'Here." It read and a torrent of flame burst from the front door making JNPR and RWBY jump back as four masked people walked in.

"Good evening Beacon students. Is there room for four more in this dance?" Cinder smirked behind her White Fang Masked with Mercury and Emerald at her sides. Their fourth member took off his hood and walked forward with a smirk staring directly at Blake.

"Well isn't this a surprise. It's good to see you again so soon my love." Adam unsheathed Wilt as his allies branded their weapons.

"Blake...is there something you want to tell?" Yang commented making Blake go red.

"Later!" She yelled dialing the rocket locker for here weapon as did everyone else who didn't have one on them. Jaune stepped in front of them looking like he always did when fihgitng a strong Grimm.

"So a pyro semblance user, Adam Taurus and Roman torchwick? This'll be fun. Now...which one of you...is the strongest?"

Literally got up at 6 in the morning to write this because I've been slacking all week. If there's errors that's why! Read and Review! And Please give my P/atreon a look if you like more of my work!