Chapter 8
Blake doubled over, coughing. She didn't know what this mist was, but it wasn't normal. It had a greenish tinge and burned at her eyes and lungs. She probably would have been overcome in seconds and dead in minutes without her Aura. She wasn't some civilian though, and she was sure that her Aura would last long enough to finish this fight; she just needed to make sure that she would actually be able to fight.
She forced herself upright and slapped Gambol Shroud's sheath back into its spot on her back. Using her now-free left hand, she then dug out a handkerchief and pressed it over her mouth and nose. The makeshift filter didn't do much, but it did help enough to let her turn her attention back to her surroundings.
The gloom was absolute. If Blake didn't know better, she would have said that it was just past sunset instead of midday. Cautiously, she shifted Gambol Shroud into its sword form and stuck out her arm to probe the mist, watching as it was swallowed up completely. Her eyes would be next to useless here, so it was a good thing that her hearing was so good.
Strangely, the Grimm sounded like they were as disoriented as their group. They were roaring and stomping around, but didn't seem to even be able to move in straight lines. Blake shivered as she heard a Beowolf's howl suddenly get cut short. She had a feeling she knew what did that, and she didn't like it.
Blake turned around and put the cliff to her back as she tried to get her bearings. Even that might have been impossible to figure out if she didn't know where the others were from the sounds they made.
"Pyrrha!" Jaune exclaimed a few feet to her left. "Are you alright?" Pyrrha didn't answer; she was too busy hacking up her lungs from somewhere down by the ground.
Ren and Nora were about ten feet to her right and also coughing but it didn't sound like they were as bad off as Pyrrha. They were at least still standing. Weiss's high heels clicked the stone path beyond them, but there weren't any sounds of coughing coming from her. Was she holding her breath? Or maybe using one of her famous glyphs to do something?Last of all, Yang was right next to her. Blake passed her handkerchief to the same hand that she was using to hold Gambol Shroud and groped around with her left until she managed to grab Yang's shoulder, making her jump.
"Is everyone alright?" she called out through her handkerchief.
"We're good!" Nora called back in a strained voice followed shortly by an affirmation from Weiss.
"I think something's wrong with Pyrrha," Jaune called out.
"No," Pyrrha choked out. "I'm okay… I was just… caught by surprise."
All of a sudden, Blake heard one of the Grimm start charging.
"Jaune! Pyrrha!" she shouted. "Beowolf incoming!"
"Where?" Jaune yelled frantically.
Blake could hear Jaune moving, shoes scuffing the ground as he moved, and what sounded like the swishing of a sword cutting through the air. Simultaneously, the clacking of metal armor and creaking of leather told her that Pyrrha had pushed herself back up to her feet and was redying herself for the attack. They never got the chance to defend themselves though. The sound of running feet was suddenly cut off and replaced by the sound of a body rolling across the ground.
"What was that!?" Jaune asked, sounding like he was on the verge of panicking.
Blake didn't have the time to tell them that they were okay because she had just noticed the heavy thudding of another Grimm approaching, bigger this time. She could feel the vibrations of its steps in the earth. It was walking on two legs though, not the right gait to be the Deathstalker. It had to be an Ursa.
Jaune and Pyrrha would just have to deal with their suspense. Blake was about to be really busy.
"Nora, Ren! Ursa!" she called out urgently as she hastily put her handkerchief away. She spooled out a length of Gambol Shroud's ribbon and started twirled the weighted handle before letting it fly with a shout of, "Catch!"
The sound of the approaching Grimm accelerated and turned in Blake's direction, presumably drawn by her shouting. Time seemed to crawl to a halt as a myriad of thoughts all crowded to the front of her mind, each one shouting for her full attention. Should she go forward with her impromptu plan to trip it over the cliff? Dodge? It could hit Yang and take her over the edge. Did Blake want to risk herself though? Couldn't Blake just bait it into charging off the cliff? It wasn't charging though, it could stop if it noticed in time.
"I have it!" Ren croaked out.
"Pull it tight!" she shouted. "Knee-height, and brace yourself!"
Blake shoulder-charged into Yang, shoving her as hard and as far as she could and then swung around to run away from the cliff edge and threw herself into a slide. The ribbon pulled tight and then something massive yanked on it. For a single, hopeful instant, she thought that her plan had worked, that she had swept the Ursa's legs out from under it and sent it tumbling over the cliff, and she was right. There was a confused roar as it tried to step forward and regain its balance but found only air; then something yanked on the ribbon and pulled Blake over the cliff before she could even think to let go.
The ribbon made a zipping sound as it slid over the Ursa's bone armor, the pulley action from the weight bearing down on it yanking her downwards at enormous speed. Acting completely on reflex, Blake twisted in midair just in time to take the impact against the Ursa with her feet. The tension in the ribbon yanked her underneath the Ursa and there was a bone-crushing force on her legs when she briefly took its full weight as it rolled up and over her. The Ursa swiped at her with its clawed paw and it came so close to her face that she could actually see it push the fog aside, but it missed as she pushed off as hard as she could at the same time. The force that that imparted launched her into a swing that threw her up and over the cliff on the other side of Ren and Nora while Grimm's roar disappeared into the abyss below.
Blake landed back on solid ground just in time to hear Yang stagger back to her feet and cough out, "Ruby, we can't see!"
There were snarls as two more Beowolfs charged at their group, but then they both cut off a moment later. Blake only heard one body hit the ground though. Had the other one taken so much damage that it evaporated instantly?
The mist rapidly thinned out until it left them standing in a clearing. It wasn't completely gone though, there was still some still swirling around their ankles below and blocking out the sun above. The sight was uncanny. The brownish fog still obscured the ground, but it flowed and eddied around any obstacles before pouring over the edge of the cliff like a waterfall. At least now they could see each other though, and they could breathe again.
They all turned when a huge four-legged silhouette formed in the mist, and it quickly found itself impaled by a javelin, frozen solid, shot by three different people, and then shattered into pieces by a leaping overhead swing of Nora's warhammer.
They were too late though. An instant before their attacks landed, the Ursa suddenly found itself headless, courtesy of a pair of knives scissoring through its neck, while the indistinct form of a girl flipped off its back and faded into the mist with a giggle.
The seven of them clustered together and frantically scanned the fog for approaching figures, though Blake thought they were probably safe for the moment. There was only one set of footsteps nearby and they werequickly replaced by the sound of a body slumping to the ground.
"What's going on!" Weiss hissed, rapier tip shaking as she pointed it at the fog.
The quiet that followed in the wake of her question only highlighted the alienness of their surroundings. They could hear the muffled sounds of Grimm in the distance, but they were so quiet that they almost highlighted the nearby sounds of people breathing and tensely shifting around. Then a King Taijitu hissed and shook the ground with its thrashing, making them all flinch.
"It's Ruby," Blake said accusingly when it became clear that Yang wasn't going to volunteer to answer.
Everybody turned to look at Ruby's sister, who shifted from one foot to another and looked down at the ground.
"Yeah," she quietly confirmed at last. "The fog's part of her Semblance."
Everybody absorbed that statement for a second, Ren and Nora seemingly taking it in stride while Jaune looked around uneasily with his sword and shield held at the ready and Pyrrha placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Her Semblance!?" Weiss exploded. "What kind of sick freak has a poison gas Semblance!?"
"Don't," Yang snarled as she raised her fists and took two steps towards Weiss, who swung her rapier around to point it at her. "You don't have a clue what she's been through, so don't you
fucking dare go there!"
Weiss wouldn't have any of it though. "You don't get to tell me what I can and can't say. She's been stalking me all day, and I'm owed some answers!"
"Stop!" Jaune yelled as he stepped between them with outstretched palms. "We need to get out of here, so just save it for later, okay?"
The two girls kept their eyes locked past his shoulders for a few tense seconds before Weiss finally broke the staring contest with a huff.
"Fine."
A headless Beowolf charged out of the mist, collapsing to the ground and disintegrating before it made it halfway across the clearing.
"Well!" Jaune exclaimed as they all jumped. "This definitely isn't scary at all, but could we please get away from the cliff? I really don't want to be here if the scorpion does that."
"Much as I'd like to," Weiss said in a prim voice that didn't quite mask her shakiness, "I don't fancy trying to fight while blind and coughing my lungs out."
Jaune shuddered and Pyrrha looked exceedingly uncomfortable. She'd been the one hardest hit by the burning fog if Blake had heard right.
"Me neither," Ren said, shaking his head while Nora made a big X with her arms next to him.
"It's fine," Yang said, unclenching her fists as she tore her eyes away from Weiss. "Ruby can keep the clearing centered on us while we move."
"Yup!" Said Ruby's cheerful voice right over Pyrrha's shoulder. "But it's easier if you stay together."
The redheaded champion shrieked and slashed backwards with her sword, but the attack didn't connect. Ruby just evaded it with a casual jump and an unnerving smile, seeming to float through the air as she flew back into the fog.
"Alright then!" Jaune exclaimed with a high-pitched voice. "Staying together is good! I like staying together! So how about we stay together away from the cliff?"
Blake pointed off to their right. "We should go that way. I can't hear as many Grimm over there."
"Yes, let's," Weiss agreed and then whirled around and started marching away without waiting to see if the others followed her. Not wanting to be left behind, they did.
True to Yang's word, the bubble of clear air seemed to follow them, but they didn't get very far before it suddenly became moot. A screeching roar exploded above them and the fog was ripped away by a violent gust of wind as the Nevermore flew by overhead, low enough to make them duck.