As the Marines were busy establishing their FOB near Beacon Academy's courtyard, Blake Belladonna sought out David, curious about his experiences and driven by a mixture of gratitude and cautious optimism. She found him overseeing the setup of some equipment and approached him quietly.

"Hey, David. Can we talk for a moment?" Blake asked, her voice soft yet firm.

David turned to her, giving a nod. "Sure, Blake. What's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I heard you and your team cleared out all the Grimm in Menagerie. That's... incredible. It would have taken us years to do that. How did you manage it?"

David shrugged modestly, his expression serious. "Teamwork, planning, and a lot of firepower. We've trained for situations like that, but it was still tough. Menagerie was swarming with Grimm, but we had a mission and we executed it."

Blake's eyes widened with a mix of shock and admiration. "You did all that in just a week. You must be really good at what you do."

David smiled slightly. "It's our job. We're trained to handle the toughest situations. But yeah, it was a hard-fought week."

There was a brief silence before Blake decided to share something personal. "David, there's something else. I'm a Faunus."

David's response caught her off guard. He nodded, completely unphased. "I know."

Blake blinked in confusion. "You know? How did you know?"

David deadpanned, his tone almost making her feel silly. "Your bow twitches sometimes, and your last name, Belladonna, is a pretty well-known one among the Faunus community. It wasn't too hard to put two and two together."

Blake felt a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I... I see. I thought I was hiding it well."

David chuckled lightly. "You're doing fine, Blake. Being a Faunus isn't something to be ashamed of. Besides, we're here to help everyone, Faunus or human. We don't make distinctions like that."

Blake's initial shock melted into a warm appreciation. "Thank you, David. It means a lot to hear that. For a long time, I've felt like I had to hide who I am."

David's expression softened. "You don't have to hide anymore. We're all in this together. If there's one thing we've learned, it's that unity is our greatest strength."

Blake nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie and understanding. "I'm glad you're here, David. And I'm glad I got to know you better."

David smiled. "Likewise, Blake. Now, let's get this FOB set up. We've got work to do."

As they continued their tasks, Blake felt a newfound sense of belonging and trust in the Marines. The bond between them and the students of Beacon Academy grew stronger, setting the stage for a united front against the challenges ahead.

As Blake walked away, David sighed heavily, the weight of their conversation settling on his shoulders. Anthony, who had been nearby and overheard the exchange, approached him with a curious look.

"You alright, man?" Anthony asked, concern evident in his tone.

David nodded slowly, though his expression was still troubled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about something... heavier."

Anthony raised an eyebrow, sensing the gravity in David's words. "What's on your mind?"

David took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "You know, Anthony, one of these days, we're going to have to explain a lot to them. Not just about who we are as Marines, but about our history—things like 9/11 and other terrorist attacks. They need to understand why we do what we do, why we train so hard, why we fight."

Anthony nodded, understanding where David was coming from. "Yeah, that's a tough conversation. It's not something you can just drop on someone. But it's important. They need to know why we're so driven, why we carry this weight."

David's eyes took on a distant look as he remembered the stories his parents and grandparents told him. "My parents and grandparents told me about that September attack, how it changed everything. My great-grandparents were in the Twin Towers when it happened. They didn't make it out. It's a part of who I am, who we all are. The world changed that day, and we're still dealing with the aftermath."

Anthony placed a hand on David's shoulder, offering a supportive squeeze. "I'm sorry, man. I can't even imagine what that was like for your family. But you're right. They need to understand our history, the sacrifices made, and the reasons behind our actions."

David nodded, feeling a bit lighter sharing his thoughts. "Yeah, one day. But for now, let's focus on the mission. We've got to build trust and understanding first. The rest will come in time."

Anthony smiled, his usual confidence shining through. "You're right. One step at a time. We've got this."

As they returned to their tasks, the weight of their responsibilities felt a little more manageable. They knew that their presence in Remnant was not just about fighting the Grimm but also about sharing their stories and building bridges between worlds.

The atmosphere in Glynda's combat class was charged with anticipation. Anthony, David, Mari, and the emotionless MARSOC Corporal, Pavel Walker, stood at the observation deck with Teams RWBY, JNPR, CFVY, and CMEN.

The four Marines, only armed with their pistols, were there to observe the combat skills of the students and to keep a discreet eye on Cinder.

Pavel, with his imposing presence and emotionless gray eyes, was a particular point of curiosity for both the students and the staff. As a Marine Raider and the son of General Dustin Walker, his quiet demeanor and reputation preceded him. While Anthony, David, and Mari tried to explain his background, Pavel remained aloof, quietly reading a book, seemingly unfazed by the attention.

Down in the arena, the match between Pyrrha and Weiss was underway. The two combatants moved with a blend of grace and ferocity, their weapons clashing in a display of skill and determination. Pyrrha's mastery with her spear and shield was met with Weiss's precise glyphs and rapier strikes.

Mari leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the duel. "They're good. Really good."

David nodded in agreement. "Pyrrha's got an incredible command over her weapon. Weiss isn't too shabby either. They've got potential."

Anthony, ever the strategist, was analyzing their fighting styles. "It's interesting how they use their Semblances in combat. Adds a whole new layer to their tactics."

Pavel, seemingly disinterested, flipped a page in his book but kept a watchful eye on the arena from behind his stoic facade. His presence, though silent, was not unnoticed by the students.

As Pyrrha and Weiss continued their bout, Glynda kept a sharp eye on the proceedings, ensuring the fight remained controlled and educational. The students around the arena were absorbed in the action, learning from their peers' performances.

Cinder, in particular, was watching intently. Anthony subtly shifted his position to get a better view of her. She was a puzzle he intended to figure out.

The match concluded with Pyrrha's victory, her skill and experience tipping the balance. Weiss, though defeated, took it in stride, offering a respectful nod to her opponent.

Glynda stepped forward, addressing the class. "Excellent work, both of you. These matches are not just about winning but learning from each other."

As the students applauded, Glynda turned her attention to the Marines. "I believe our guests from the UNE have some observations they'd like to share."

Anthony stepped forward, clearing his throat. "You all show remarkable skill and coordination. Your use of Semblances adds a unique dynamic to combat. We're here to learn from you as much as you can learn from us. Keep up the hard work, and never stop improving."

The students nodded, their curiosity about the Marines growing with each interaction. As the class continued, the Marines maintained their watch, blending observation with participation, building bridges of understanding between their worlds.

After the fight it was Yang's turn, but instead of challenging a student. Yang challenged Pavel to which surprised both Anthony, David, Mari, Glynda and the rest of the class.

Before Glynda could say anything, Pavel put a page marker on his book and agreed under one condition. No weapons. Yang agreed to the condition and handed her weapons to Ruby while Pavel handed his M17A3 pistol and ammo to David as both combatants entered the area.

Mari was worried for Pavel's safety, until David whispers to her, "Yang doesn't know that Walker is a 1st degree black belt in both the United States Marine Corps Martial Arts and in MMA."

Anthony also added his two cents, "He's also a master in CQC due to his training with his parents. In other words, Yang is about to learn the FAAFO. Fuck Around And Find Out." Now Mari was worried for Yang.

The two then stepped in the arena facing each other. As Glynda gave the go ahead, Pavel charged first and fast catching everyone off guard and punched Yang created a thin cut above her eyebrow and she backed up.

"The hell was that?!" She asked, touching the area he cut.

"Just a simple cut above the eyes." He answered coldly. Just before she could say anything, her cut started to bleed and the warm blood started to spill into her left eye. "The kind of cut that bleeds." He finished.

She wiped some of it away and noticed it wasn't stopping like she thought. He slammed his fist into her cheek and saw her spin around before attempting to punch him. He ducked underneath it and threw her over his shoulder.

Students were mostly shocked, surprised, confused and scared. Yang's aura was on. But when they saw Pavel's. They noticed he has no aura at all. And Yang's aura is still in the green.

Does that mean the Marines can bypass through aura?

Back with Pavel vs Yang, both rushed at one another and he slid out of the way from a straight punch thrown at him. His fingers struck a certain part of her shoulder and made her cry in slight pain. He weaved behind her and struck the back of her shoulder area and jumped back, letting the effects of his strike take effect.

"Was that a tickle?" She asked.

"That was a nerve bundle that I struck in your deltoid." He answered.

"It didn't hurt a lot." She glared at him.

"It wasn't supposed to hurt much. But you won't be moving that arm for a while." He responded.

She touched her arm and finally realized she couldn't move it at all, it just hung there like a dead limb. He heard her shout in rage and jumped up at him.

He slammed an uppercut into her nose. A sickening crack was heard and she cried out in agony as blood dribbled from her nostrils. She turned around and threw a right hook at him, making him block with his left arm then counter with a left hook, making her head whip to the side. He followed up with a right hook and blood shot from her mouth.

His left arm around her right shoulder while his right arm wrapped around her neck. He fell backwards towards the ground and maneuvered his body to slam her onto her side, causing her to gasp in agony.

"This isn't a arena anymore. It's an operating table." He continued as he wrapped his arms and legs around her right arm.

Anthony, David and Mari saw this with wide eyes and began to rush into the arena to stop the fight. Glynda saw this too.

"Get off!" She thrashed around when he started to apply pressure.

"And I'm the surgeon." He finished as he bent her arm backwards. A loud, sickening snap was heard from the bone as he broke it viciously and twisted, breaking it several more places. There was a loud scream that echoed across the room.

Ruby, protected by Weiss and Blake, was shielded from the worst of the sight, while the rest of the class stood in mixed reactions of horror and awe. Glynda, initially frozen by the abrupt escalation, quickly moved to restore order and get medical help for Yang.

The lesson was stark and clear. Combat isn't just about strength or aura but also about strategy, precision, and the willingness to execute techniques that can decisively end a fight. Pavel's display of martial discipline left a lasting impression, redefining the students' understanding of combat and its potential consequences.

The aftermath of Pavel's fight with Yang left a palpable tension in the air. As medics rushed in to tend to Yang, her teammates, along with the rest of the class, were grappling with the brutal reality of the encounter. Pavel, showing no outward emotion, stood by as Anthony, David, and Mari entered the arena, their faces a mixture of concern and respect for their fellow Marine.

Glynda, still processing the fight's intensity, stepped forward, her voice stern but controlled. "Everyone, please step back and give Miss Xiao Long some space. This is a reminder that even in training, we must be mindful of our actions and their consequences."

Anthony approached Pavel, a hint of a smile playing on his lips despite the situation. "Hell of a show, Walker. But you could've gone a bit easier on her, huh?"

Pavel simply shrugged, his expression unchanging. "She needed to understand the difference between training and real combat. This was a lesson."

David nodded, understanding the intent behind Pavel's actions. "Still, we have to be careful. We're here to build bridges, not break them."

As Yang was carried off to the school infirmary on a stretcher with Mari by her side, the hall slowly returned to a tense quiet. Pavel, unfazed, resumed his reading with a stoic demeanor. The other students, still processing the intensity of the fight, kept their distance, their eyes occasionally darting to Pavel with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Blake and Ruby, however, were not willing to let the matter rest. With determined expressions, they approached Pavel, their footsteps echoing in the now silent room. Ruby's fists were clenched, her knuckles white with anger, while Blake's eyes burned with a cold fury.

Pavel sensed their approach but didn't look up from his book until Ruby, unable to contain her emotions, spoke up first.

"What the heck is wrong with you?!" Ruby's voice cracked with a mixture of anger and worry. "You didn't have to go that far! Yang is hurt because of you!"

Pavel closed his book slowly, marking the page with a precise motion before lifting his gaze to meet Ruby's fiery eyes. His expression remained unchanged, calm and impassive.

"Yang challenged me," Pavel replied evenly. "She accepted the conditions of the fight. I fought within those conditions."

Blake stepped forward, her voice low but filled with intensity. "That doesn't justify breaking her arm like that. You went too far, Pavel. This wasn't a fight, it was a demonstration of cruelty."

Pavel met Blake's glare without flinching. "Combat isn't a game. It's a matter of survival. In a real fight, there are no second chances. I taught Yang a harsh lesson because sometimes, that's the only way the lesson sticks."

Ruby's anger flared again. "You could have taught her without hurting her like that! We're supposed to be teammates, not enemies!"

Pavel stood up, his full height adding to his imposing presence. "I don't intend to make enemies here, but I won't sugarcoat the realities of combat. If Yang or any of you face a real threat, the enemy won't hold back. It's better to learn that now, in a controlled environment."

Blake's expression softened slightly, though her anger didn't dissipate entirely. "We understand the importance of being prepared, but there's a line, Pavel. What you did was excessive."

Pavel sighed, a rare sign of emotion breaking through his stoic facade. "Maybe it was. But my intent was to prepare you all for the worst. If it means you hate me for it, so be it. But at least you'll be ready."

The tension in the air remained thick, but there was a begrudging understanding forming in Blake's and Ruby's eyes. They turned away, knowing the conversation was over, but the impact of Pavel's lesson, however harsh, would not be forgotten.

As the two girls walked away, Ruby's thoughts were filled with concern for her sister, while Blake contemplated the fine line between training and brutality. Pavel, meanwhile, returned to his book, his expression betraying no hint of the turmoil around him.

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter, though the table where Ruby, Blake, Anthony, David, Mari, and Pavel sat was notably subdued. Ruby and Blake's glares towards Pavel were filled with a mix of anger and distrust, their mood darkening the atmosphere around them. Pavel, seemingly oblivious, continued to read and eat his meal in silence.

Anthony, sensing the growing tension, tried to steer the conversation towards lighter topics. He was halfway through a story about a funny incident during combat training when Yang entered the cafeteria, her arm in a cast and bandages covering her injuries. Her presence immediately silenced the group, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Yang's eyes bore into Pavel with unmistakable hostility as she took a seat between Anthony and Weiss, her aura of anger palpable.

The silence was oppressive until Nora, ever the curious and outspoken one, broke it. "Hey, Scary Gray Eyes," she addressed Pavel, her usual cheerfulness slightly tempered by genuine curiosity. "Why are you so emotionless and cold towards everyone?"

The question hung in the air, drawing the attention of the entire group. Even Anthony, David, and Mari, who were somewhat accustomed to Pavel's demeanor, leaned in slightly, their curiosity piqued.

Pavel looked up from his book, his gray eyes meeting Nora's inquisitive gaze. He took a moment before answering, choosing his words carefully. "It's not about being emotionless or cold. It's about control and focus. Emotions can be a distraction, especially in situations where clear thinking is critical."

Nora tilted her head, not entirely satisfied with his response. "But you and your sister act like your father. Is that where you get it from?"

A flicker of something passed through Pavel's eyes, almost imperceptible. "Our father taught us the importance of discipline and resilience. He believed that in order to protect those you care about, you need to be able to stay calm and collected, no matter the circumstances."

Yang, her voice dripping with bitterness, interjected. "So breaking my arm was part of your father's teaching too?"

Pavel's gaze shifted to Yang, his expression unreadable. "No, Yang. That was my decision. It was meant to show the seriousness of combat, not to cause unnecessary harm. I understand if you can't forgive me, but my intention was to make sure you, all of you, understand the stakes."

Weiss, who had been silent, spoke up, her tone measured. "There's a difference between teaching a lesson and crossing a line, Pavel. You need to understand that."

Pavel nodded slightly. "I do understand. And perhaps I did cross a line. But in my experience, sometimes the harshest lessons are the ones that save lives."

The table fell silent again, the group processing his words. Ruby and Blake's expressions softened just a bit, though the anger was still there. Yang looked away, her glare losing some of its intensity.

As the uneasy silence settled over the table, the group was left to contemplate Pavel's words and the harsh realities they implied. The cafeteria around them buzzed with the usual chatter, but their table remained an island of tension and contemplation.

Anthony, sensing an opportunity to mend some bridges, spoke up. "Alright, let's shift gears a bit. Pavel, how about sharing some of the positive experiences from your training? Something that shows the camaraderie and teamwork we build in the Marines."

Pavel looked at Anthony, considering the suggestion, then nodded. "Alright. There was this one time during a survival exercise in the Alaskan wilderness. Our unit was tasked with navigating a dense forest while evading capture from a simulated enemy force. The conditions were harsh: freezing temperatures, limited supplies, and the constant threat of being found."

As Pavel began his story, the tension at the table eased slightly. The group listened intently, drawn into the narrative.

"We were exhausted, hungry, and sleep-deprived, but we had to rely on each other to make it through. One night, we were huddled around a small fire, trying to stay warm. One of our guys, Ramirez, started telling jokes, trying to lift everyone's spirits. It worked. We laughed, we shared stories, and for a moment, we forgot about the cold and the hunger."

Pavel's expression softened as he continued. "That night, I realized that no matter how tough things got, we could always find strength in each other. It wasn't just about the training or the mission; it was about the bond we shared. That's what kept us going."

The group around the table seemed to relax, the shared experience of camaraderie resonating with them. Even Yang, though still nursing her injury and anger, listened with interest.

Mari smiled. "That's what it's all about, isn't it? Working together, supporting each other, no matter the circumstances."

David nodded. "Exactly. And that's something we hope to build here, too. We're not just here to show our strength; we're here to build connections, to learn from each other."

Ruby, her expression softening, looked at Pavel. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. We all have our ways of handling things, and sometimes those ways clash. But if we're going to work together, we need to find common ground."

Blake added, "We can all learn from each other. Your experiences, your training, they bring a new perspective. But we also need to understand each other's boundaries and respect them."

Pavel nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "Agreed. I may not always get it right, but I'm here to learn, too. We all have something to bring to the table."

As the atmosphere at the table started to lighten, Jaune, curious and looking to break the tension even further, asked, "Hey, Pavel, how old are you anyway?"

Pavel, without missing a beat, replied in his usual blunt manner, "I'm 19 years old."

The response was met with a chorus of spit takes and gasps from Teams RWBY and JNPR, and anyone else within earshot. Drinks were sprayed, and eyes widened in shock. Pavel looked up from his book, slightly amused by the reaction but maintaining his stoic expression.

Ruby was the first to speak, wiping her mouth. "Nineteen?! But you look like you're in your mid-twenties!"

Blake, equally stunned, added, "And you fight like you've had decades of experience."

Pavel shrugged, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I've had intense training since I was young. My father believed in preparing us for the harsh realities of the world early on."

Yang, despite her injuries and anger, couldn't hide her surprise. "Younger than most of us and already that skilled. Damn."

Jaune, who had asked the question, looked around at the astonished faces before turning back to Pavel. "You must have some incredible training regimen."

Pavel nodded. "It's rigorous, but effective. Physical conditioning, martial arts, weapons training, survival skills—my father made sure we were prepared for anything."

Weiss, ever analytical, couldn't help but inquire, "And your sister? Is she as... disciplined as you?"

Pavel's expression softened slightly at the mention of his sister. "In many ways, yes. She has her own strengths and has undergone the same training. We support each other."

Ren, who had been quietly observing, spoke up with a hint of admiration. "Your discipline is impressive, but it must have been difficult growing up that way."

Pavel paused, considering Ren's words. "It was challenging, yes. But it has made us who we are. And in times of conflict, it's been invaluable."

Nora, never one to stay quiet for long, grinned. "Well, scary gray eyes or not, that's pretty badass. But you know, you could still loosen up a bit. We're all friends here."

Pavel allowed a small, genuine smile to surface. "I'll consider it, Nora."

The group chuckled, the earlier tension now mostly dissipated. The revelation about Pavel's age added a new layer of intrigue to his character, and while the memory of the earlier fight still lingered, the understanding of his background provided some context to his actions. The rest of lunch was filled with lighter conversations and shared stories, the bonds between the team members growing stronger despite—or perhaps because of—the challenges they faced.

As the lunchtime conversations continued to flow, Anthony decided it was time to share a bit about his own background. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of his friends.

"Speaking of families," Anthony began with a wry smile, "I've got a pretty big one. I have 16 younger siblings—eight brothers and eight sisters. I'm the second oldest, with an older sister, so that makes 18 of us in total."

The reaction from the table was immediate and intense. Mouths dropped open in shock, and the entire cafeteria seemed to momentarily pause. Jaune, who had his own experience with a large family, patted Anthony on the shoulder, a look of sympathetic understanding on his face.

"Man, I get it," Jaune said, shaking his head. "I've got a lot of sisters, but 16 younger siblings? That's a whole other level."

Velvet, who was sitting nearby and overheard the conversation, looked over with wide eyes, both shocked and impressed. "That's incredible, Anthony. How do you manage with so many siblings?"

Anthony chuckled. "It's chaos, but it's the kind of chaos you get used to. You learn to appreciate the noise and the constant activity. It's never boring, that's for sure."

Nora leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And four of your brothers enlisted in the USMC? That's impressive!"

Anthony nodded. "Yeah, they followed in our dad's footsteps. Military service runs in the family. It's tough sometimes, but we support each other. Growing up in such a big family, you learn the importance of teamwork and looking out for one another."

Ruby's eyes were wide with amazement. "I can't even imagine what it must be like at family gatherings. It must be so lively!"

Blake, still processing the sheer number, remarked, "That's a lot of responsibility, especially being one of the older siblings. You must have had to grow up fast."

Anthony shrugged modestly. "It was definitely a lot of responsibility, but it also taught me a lot about leadership and patience. And believe me, patience is something you need with so many younger siblings running around."

Weiss, who came from a much smaller and more formal family environment, was intrigued. "That kind of upbringing must have shaped you in many ways. It's admirable how you've managed to stay so composed and dedicated."

Anthony smiled, appreciating the support and interest from his friends. "Thanks, Weiss. It's all about balance and finding your place within the family dynamic. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Pavel, listening quietly, gave Anthony a nod of respect. "Your family sounds strong and united. That's something to be proud of."

The conversation moved back and forth, with Anthony sharing more stories about his siblings and the amusing chaos of his home life. The mood around the table had lightened considerably, and the shared revelations brought everyone closer together. As lunch continued, the bonds of friendship and camaraderie among the group grew stronger, setting a foundation of mutual respect and understanding.

The lunch table was buzzing with lighthearted conversation when David, with his characteristic bluntness, chimed in. "So, your parents must like to fuck like rabbits, huh?"

The reaction was immediate and explosive. Drinks were spat out in surprise, faces turned bright red, and laughter erupted. Anthony, David, and Mari were laughing so hard they nearly fell out of their seats. Even Pavel, typically stoic, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

Ruby, caught completely off guard, choked on her drink and started coughing, while Blake hid her face in her hands, her ears turning a deep shade of crimson. Weiss, usually composed, was wide-eyed with shock, and Yang, despite her injuries, couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sheer audacity of David's comment.

Jaune, recovering from his own spit take, tried to stifle his laughter but failed miserably. "David, you really know how to lighten the mood."

Velvet, overhearing the chaos from nearby, covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. "Well, that's one way to put it."

Anthony, still chuckling, managed to catch his breath and grinned. "Yeah, you could say that. My parents are very... enthusiastic about family."

Mari, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, added, "And it's not like there's ever a dull moment in a household that big."

The laughter and amusement continued to ripple through the table, the earlier tension and seriousness now completely dissipated. Even those who were shocked at first couldn't help but join in the infectious laughter.

Pavel, his eyebrow still slightly raised, allowed a small smile to form. "I suppose a large family does require a certain... level of enthusiasm."

The atmosphere at the lunch table shifted from shock to amusement, the shared laughter bringing the group even closer together. David's blunt comment, while unexpected, had succeeded in breaking the tension and fostering a sense of camaraderie among them.

Ruby, finally regaining her composure, chuckled between coughs. "Leave it to David to say what everyone else is thinking."

Blake, her embarrassment fading, couldn't help but smile. "I guess we can always count on him for... colorful commentary."

Weiss, her initial shock giving way to amusement, shook her head in disbelief. "Well, that certainly was one way to steer the conversation."

Yang, still grinning, nudged David playfully. "You never fail to surprise us, do you?"

David shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Hey, gotta keep things interesting, right?"

As the laughter gradually subsided, Anthony raised his glass in a mock toast. "To David, the master of breaking the ice."

The group chuckled, raising their own glasses in agreement. Despite the initial shock, David's boldness had brought them closer together, reinforcing the bonds of friendship and camaraderie that had formed among them.

As lunch continued, the conversation flowed freely, filled with laughter and shared stories. The earlier tension was now nothing more than a distant memory, replaced by a sense of unity and belonging. And as they laughed and joked together, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together as friends.

They all look over as laughter was heard growing louder, mixed in with cries of pain from Velvet when one of her ears are tugged on by Cardin. Again.

"Ow! That hurts stop!" She stops struggling and grimaces in tears as she says, "Please, stop..."

Cardin continues laughing as he turns to his cronies, "I told you it was still fun!"

Mari was glares at the young man and she, Anthony and David were about to go over there when saw two certain Japanese Marines approaching, "Uh oh."

"What?"

"It's Kuribayashi and Takahashi."

Teams RWBY and JNPR were a bit confused till they saw a short woman with short black hair and brown eyes next to Shino.

Her name was Mina Takahashi.

"Hey Cardin~" The latter spoke.

The three teams, CRDL, and Velvet look at Mina and Shino who were behind Cardin and smiling evilly.

"What do you want, midgets?"

Shino spoke kindly to Velvet, "You may want to back up a bit~"

Cardin finally relents, and Velvet stands up and back ups a bit. And at that moment, both women lost it. As Shino grabs Sky's head and Mina jumps on Cardin.

"What are they..." Yang questioned.

Pavel looked on, "Are they he about to...."

Weiss' eyes slowly widened, "Oh my God, they are-

Everyone in both fear and disgust screamed, "OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Cardin was seen screaming his head off as everyone had different reactions. Both students and a couple of Marines.

One Ukrainian Marine was seen looking like he was praying.

Anthony was seen crossing himself.

Weiss, Pyrrha, Velvet, Ruby, Jaune and few others was seen trying not to throw up.

While all the others are screaming in shock and terror.

And Mina and Shino........Were having trouble looking at what they did.

And what they did exactly?

They shoved Sky's head up Cardin's ass.

"Get him out! Get him out!" Cardin cried out.

David and Yang was seen laughing their asses off.

As chaos erupted in the cafeteria, Anthony, Mari, and David exchanged incredulous looks. The scene unfolding before them was beyond anything they could have anticipated. Meanwhile, the rest of the students and Marines were caught in a mixture of horror, disgust, and morbid fascination.

Anthony shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe they actually did that."

Mari, trying to contain her laughter, replied, "Well, they did warn him to back off."

David, barely able to speak through his laughter, managed to say, "Guess he learned his lesson the hard way."

As the commotion continued, Pavel observed the scene with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Well, that's one way to handle a bully."

Ruby, still in shock, turned to her teammates. "Did... did that really just happen?"

Yang, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, that definitely happened."

Weiss, trying to regain her composure, shook her head. "I never thought I'd witness something like this."

Blake, equally stunned, muttered, "I don't think anyone did."

As the chaos gradually subsided and order was restored, Mina and Shino were met with a mix of admiration and bewilderment. Despite their unconventional methods, they had effectively put an end to Cardin's bullying.

Velvet, now free from Cardin's grasp, approached Mina and Shino with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. "Thank you... I think."

Mina grinned mischievously. "No problem! Just remember to stay on our good side."

Shino nodded in agreement. "And maybe don't mess with people smaller than you next time."

The cafeteria gradually returned to its usual buzz of conversation, albeit with a lingering sense of disbelief at what had just transpired. As students and Marines alike processed the events of the day, one thing was clear: Mina and Shino were not to be underestimated.

And as for Cardin, well, he would likely think twice before messing with anyone again.