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Maybe its red like roses
Maybe it's the pool of blood Maybe its red like roses
Maybe it's the pool of blood
The innocents will lay in
When in the end you fail to save them
Their dying eyes!
Are wide and white like snow
And now they know
The cost of trusting you's obliteration And now they know
The cost of trusting you's obliteration
Mirrors will shatter
Crushed by the weight of the world
The pillars collapse in shame
There'll be no rest
There'll be no love
There'll be no hero in the end who will rise above
And when it ends
The good will crawl
The shinning light will sink in darkness
Victory for hate incarnate The shinning light will sink in darkness
Victory for hate incarnate
Misery and pain for all
When it falls
Alright.
It is now time to begin the randomization process for our next fight. Alright.
It is now time to begin the randomization process for our next fight.
It looks like our first contender is...
Penny Polendina from Atlas! It looks like our first contender is...
Penny Polendina from Atlas!
And her opponent will be...
Pyrrha Nikos from Beacon!
Sal-u-tations Pyrrha Nikos!
It's an honor to finally meet you.
This is going to be so much fun!
Mercury... what are you doing?
You were hurt! Why...?! Uh...
What's going on?
Fine.
If you're not going to tell me...
Fighters, are you ready?
Three!
Two!
One!
Begin!
Show time.
Let's just keep this between us friends.
My word!
What a tremendous display by Miss Polendina!
Whooo! Yeah! Gooooo Pyrrha!
No!
Penny...
Broadcast, what are you doing?
Kill the feed!
Something's wrong!
We don't have control over the cameras!
We can't even stop the broadcast!
What? How is that possible?
This is not a tragedy.
This was not an accident.
This is what happens when you hand over your trust.
Your safety.
Your children.
To men who claim to be our guardians.
But are, in reality...
nothing more than men.
Our Academies' headmasters wield more power than most armies
and one was audacious enough to control both.
They cling to this power in the name of peace,
and yet, what do we have we here?
One nation's attempt at a synthetic army,
mercilessly torn apart by another's star pupil.
What need would Atlas have for a soldier disguised as an innocent little girl?
I don't think the Grimm can tell the difference.
And what, I ask you,
is Ozpin teaching his students?
First a dismemberment, now this?
Huntsmen and Huntresses should carry themselves with honor and mercy.
Yet I have witnessed neither.
Perhaps Ozpin as though defeating Atlas in the Tournament
would help people forget his colossal failure to protect Vale when the Grimm invaded it's streets.
Or perhaps, this was his message to the tyrannical dictator
that has occupied an unsuspecting Kingdom with armed forces.
Honestly? I haven't the slightest clue as to who is right and who is wrong.
But I know that the existence of peace is fragile.
And the leaders of our Kingdoms conduct their business with iron gloves.
As someone who hails from Mistral, I can assure you; the situation there is....
...equally undesirable.
Our Kingdoms are at the brink of war.
Yet we, the citizens, are left in the dark.
So I ask you...
when the first shots are fired...
Who do you think you can trust?
The feeds are all jammed!
We can't get a message out!
Will somebody tell me what in the world is happening?!
Alert. Incoming Grimm attack.
Threat level: Nine. Alert. Incoming Grimm attack.
Threat level: Nine.
Please seek shelter in a calm and orderly manner.
Ladies and gentlemen, please!
There is no need for panic.
A Nevermore?!
How'd it get past the Kingdom's defenses?
It wasn't alone.
Oz!
Get to the city!
But-
NOW! But-
NOW!
Ozpin, the girl... I - I can explain!
You brought your army to my Kingdom, James.
Use it.
Dammit!
This is Blue Four. Blue's Two and Three, fall into defensive position!
Roger! Blue Three, in position!
Blue Two, what's your status?
Blue Two, come in!
Someone answer me, dammit!
Well...
it's about time.
We're hit! What's goi-
Oh, it is good to be back!
Bring them to their knees!
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