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Pack Mentality

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 29

It may not be the fight you were all training for, but it's the one you find yourselves in. And for the first time in months, you remember how good it is to be part of a unit.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: A fight. Like, just straight up, a group fistfight. Injuries all around (including to the Reader)

Twelve.

Twelve opponents.

The odds weren’t good, but when had they ever been? You’d gotten used to fighting multiple opponents. But that was the trouble - what you were used to. With Leon - hell even with the rest of your squad - it had been a game of knowns. You all knew each other’s moves. Your habits. Hell, there was even something of a uniform fighting style amongst you all. It was brutal, but it made sense.

This, though, was just violence. Messy and savage.

Those first few moments were chaos. Well, if you were being honest, the entire thing was. Fights with seventeen combatants were seldom orderly affairs.

You’d felt fear, anger and then . . . then you’d been lost in the crush, in the adrenaline and familiar cold focus. In the need to get you and yours through this.

Thin the herd. Protect my own. That was your mission.

You would see it done.

You came one step closer to achieving that goal when some idiot thought you weren’t paying attention. They were right to strike while you were otherwise occupied, fighting another of the Fort Benning recruits. He hadn’t counted on your awareness, honed by hours spent under Krauser’s watchful eye, you outnumbered just as you were now. The newcomer had swung a backfist at your face - one you ducked under. Your palm struck his throat first, then your elbow crunched into his nose while he’d sputtered. He went down, curling in on himself.

Eleven.

Williams and Valeria took down one of their opponents, Valeria kicking him hard into a world-shaking blow from the taller woman.

Ten.

Your world became moves and counter moves. Evasions and maneuvering to keep yourself from being surrounded. Punches and kicks you delivered that made you feel less like a person, more a force of nature. You knocked legs out from under the men you fought. Delivered pain to their stomachs and faces and twisted their arms almost to the point of breaking. Knuckles bloodied and bruised, your body ached from the blows you hadn’t been fast enough to stop. Your opponents were no better, though. You’d given as good as you got so far, as did the rest of your squad. The trouble was the numbers. That these bastards had a pension for getting back up. Watching each other’s backs only went so far when you were surrounded and so thoroughly outnumbered. You were all better than your opponents, but they still had training. They knew how to fight. More than that, you had to account for human error. You made mistakes.

Mistakes like Valeria leaving her flank open when she thought Williams had her covered, earning her a tackle to the ground.

Mistakes like Alenko being just a second too late on a block.

Mistakes like you falling for a feint and feeling the now-too-familiar impact of a fist to the face. Your eye felt the compression of the blow, the pain. Your head spun, everything going unfocused for a moment. You’d be black and blue and swollen tomorrow, you knew.

Had to get there first.

You staggered away. Vision clearing. Guard up. A shape moved in front of you, fist raised.

It never landed.

⧫⧫⧫

Leon pulled your would-be assailant back, arms wrapping under the man’s own from behind. Holding him in place. He looked at you from over the man’s shoulder, seeing the pain but also the determination in your eyes. Not about to waste the opportunity Leon gave you, you pushed that pain aside and gave the man your retribution. Your kick hit the man hard between the legs, but Leon imagined the haymaker that followed hurt just as bad. The man’s breath left him in a sad exhale as you drove a fist into his head, and Leon threw him to the ground.

Nine.

Your eyes widened and Leon didn’t have time to react to the blow that came his way, the attacker rushing him seemingly out of nowhere. It caught him in the side painfully hard, and then it was your turn to be his shield.

Rushing to Leon’s side just as he blocked another punch, you spun, kicking your leg straight to the side. Leon had come to expect power from you, but every time he saw it . . . it was almost enough to make him fall for you all over again, even in the middle of all this mess. Your kick connected with the man’s side, pushing him away. Leon took the opportunity. Two kicks, one to the side of the knee that made the man’s stance buckle, and the next a roundhouse to the head, delivered with more force than you would have expected. The soldier went down without much fanfare.

Eight.

And then, away from the rest of the fight for just a moment, Leon looked up, seeing you there. Just as bruised and bloodied as he was, and staggeringly beautiful.

But there would be time to admire you later. The moment passed quickly, and he saw his thoughts reflected in your eyes.

Let’s get to work.

You both turned, taking in the state of affairs before you. Just in time to see Valeria take a blow to the face, blood and spit flying from her mouth. Williams answered in retaliation, but she looked bad, too. The pair were surrounded, five against two. Alenko had two of his own friends to deal with, one of whom drove him backwards until his back hit the wall of the building behind him. But as the two closed in, Alenko reached down, collecting the fine, dry dirt from the ground beneath him and throwing it up into his attackers eyes.

The final assailant was already heading your way, pausing for a moment as he took in the sight of you and Leon, realizing that his own allies were otherwise occupied. Leon almost felt bad for the poor fucker.

Almost.

Then he rushed you, anyway, aiming a kick at your stomach. One he telegraphed plainly. Smaller movements, Leon thought to himself, as you easily stepped to the side. One of your arms hooked under the man’s extended leg, the other bracing at his shoulder. And with the momentum of your movement and the strength you’d earned over months and years of service, you lifted him clean off the ground . . . and then threw him down on his back. In the distance, Alenko did something similar, lunging for his temporarily blinded opponent and reaching his arms around the man’s waist. He hoisted him up, then, and slammed him down hard. Leon, though, was almost too busy watching your back to notice that.

Seven.

You continued on, trying to get to Valeria and Williams. The man you’d thrown tried to get up, but Leon ended that impulse with a hard kick of his own, sending the man down into the ground once more. He groaned but didn’t move to get up again.

Six.

Williams yelped as she was pulled off her feet, and Leon looked up just in time to see her thrown over someone’s shoulder by her arm. Even in the dim light of evening, he could still see the dust kicked up as she hit the ground. Her eyes widened, and the man who’d thrown her brought his fist hard down against her nose, breaking it. She cried out again, grasping at her face and curling in on herself. When the culprit turned, you were met with the fury-filled stare of Taylor.

And if you were met with fury, then when he looked at you and Leon, he was met with hellfire.

Valeria, though, pushed herself up from the ground first, charging Taylor sideways. His concentration broken, it gave you time to focus on the other four he’d been fighting alongside. Only one of which stayed to help Taylor with Valeria. The other three turned your way, advancing quickly towards you and Leon.

And for a few moments, as the end of the fight began, Leon felt unstoppable with you at his side. You both matched your three opponents step for step, blocking and evading and punishing those moves. This may not have been the fight you two had been training for, exactly, but it was the one you found yourselves in. One that gave Leon - and no doubt you as well - deja vu. Three against the two of you. You’d fought those odds before, when you were both more unbalanced. When you didn’t know each other as thoroughly as you did now. Even without your knives, even against men who meant to do you real, true harm, you and Leon moved as one. Defending one another, creating an opening that the other could use. It was . . . well, were it not for the lingering pain in his head and knuckles, it might have almost felt good.

Therein lay the problem, he supposed. He should have known better by now to feel such confidence in something. To let himself think he was unstoppable.

Because as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Leon glimpsed Valeria. There was a man on top of her, pinning her down, laying blow after blow that she raised her arms desperately to block. And, seeming to think his friend had it sorted, Taylor then turned his attention away from her, stalking your way.

The brawny man was bruised, like you and Leon were, but he had the benefit of not fighting three other people.

You were in the middle of an exchange when Leon saw him coming, and he tried to call out a warning to you.

What he hadn’t seen was the fifth aggressor knocking Alenko down, too. Leon didn’t see him beelining towards the two of you. He only felt the devastating blow as it made contact with his face, blood splattering in the air and onto the dirt as it brought him down, his vision going hazy.

⧫⧫⧫

“Leon!” you called, but he fell just as your opponent did. Seeing him go down coupled with the inertia of the throw you’d used to get the man you were fighting away from you provided an opportunity.

The man you’d been fighting rolled away from you-

Five-

-and then you felt another punch seed pain across your face. Your cheek this time, luckily, but it still made the throbbing ache already present in your skull all the worse. You raised your arms as you saw another strike incoming, surprised when you blocked it successfully . . . but a worse surprise came when you realized you were the only one left standing, with Valeria still grappling with her own adversary.

Four of them and one of you.

You knew how this would likely end.

But you’d be damned if you weren’t going down swinging.

So you picked the one that had attacked Leon. The one who had hurt the man you cared for. Shoved hard into the man attacking you and rushed forward. You leapt, your knee slamming hard into his chest. Trying to get them away from Leon. To give him time. To hopefully let him get up. To keep the heat off Valeria as she fought her own battle.

You fought hard as you always did. Blocking strikes one after another, retaliating with blows of your own. It was a losing battle, but you did all you could. There was even a moment of hope as you brought a man’s face down on your knee. Hope that spurred you on . . .

Right up until pain cracked across your left side in an all too familiar spot. Your ribs twinged in agony as one of your attackers landed a punch there, and it was just enough when combined with the beating you’d already taken to stun you.

You thought you heard someone calling your name as another blow landed across your face. You tried to stay up, you really did, catching yourself on your hands and knees. Just like you tried to move when you saw the kick coming your way.

Instead, you screamed as it made contact with your side.

You screamed as you felt those bones that never quite healed right starting to give way as you were kicked again, forcing you onto your side at last.

Forcing you into the dirt.

You could only lie there, lost in the pain, so different and so familiar. The knife had hurt more - infinitely more - but this . . .

Footsteps. Boots by your head. You looked up and saw the owner of those boots standing over you, chiseled jaw set tight as he looked down at you. Taylor looked entirely too pleased with himself, and you wondered briefly if he was going to knock out one of your teeth, too. If he would kick and beat you until your face swelled. You could only brace for that, trying to ignore the brokenness of the bones in your side enough to raise a defense.

Something shifted a ways away from you. Someone - scrambling against the dirt.

Then Taylor was being thrown away from you, and there Leon was, facing down the impossible for you again.

You couldn’t let him face it alone.

It hurt. God, did it hurt to move. To push yourself up from the ground. Your ribs begged you to stay down . . . but you’d never been good at listening to your own sense of self-preservation. So, with as much of a steadying breath as you could take, you brought your arms underneath your body and slowly - agonizingly - you began to rise.

⧫⧫⧫

He always managed to find himself in this position, didn’t he? Leon, outnumbered and alone, with only the promise of pain to look forward to. Still, he didn’t regret it. Even as his jaw ached, as blood from his nose and broken skin on his forehead spilled down his face, he fought. Because if it could spare you some pain, he would take all the blows in the world.

So he moved the way Krauser had taught him. The way you had taught him; fast and efficient, blocking what strikes he could with his head spinning the way it was. Punches and kicks rattled his body as he defended himself, desperately looking for an opening.

And he got one, when a small figure rushed in from the sidelines, leaping through the air with a leg extended.

Valeria snarled as her kick landed, the unexpected force of it knocking one of Leon’s attackers aside and allowing Leon himself to finish the job with a roundhouse of his own.

Four.

He looked to where Valeria had been struggling with her own opponent, seeing him now lying on the ground, writhing in pain and clutching at his shoulder. She’d won then, and come to help him.

Three.

Three versus two . . . or so Leon thought it would be, because when those remaining three began closing in, there was a roar from behind him.

And then, with a speed he’d not seen and a pain-fed rage in your eyes, you were rushing forward. The soldier you attacked didn’t have any time to react, so caught off guard by your charge, that when you grabbed the back of his knees and pulled them out from under him, he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Valeria huffed a little laugh, and Leon had to pull his attention away from you, in awe of the utter ferocity in your movements. They were matched when Valeria blocked a punch from one of the remaining soldiers, and the two of them began a fight of their own.

And then it was Leon facing down Taylor once again, the fragile man who’d started all of this.

Leon was tired. Exhausted and hurting. But he wasn’t going to back down. Not now.

“Last chance to walk away from this,” he said, tasting his own blood as he spoke. It was more mercy than he should have given, after seeing Taylor kicking you while you were down. After he caused you so much pain. So, Leon was almost glad when the soldier shook his head.

“Like hell.”

Leon nodded. Raised his arms. “You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?”

And finally, the end of this mess began. Taylor charged forward, and Leon met him halfway.

⧫⧫⧫

You were in agony. Every move hurt more than the last, but you kept going - kept bringing your fists down against the man you had pinned beneath you. It was brutal, but you’d lost the part of you that cared. Buried beneath the pain of it all.

Show no mercy.

So, once you saw the fight go out in the man you were on top of, breaking his nose beneath your fist, you clumsily got to your feet, your body protesting against it once more.

Two.

Two left, and as you stood, you glimpsed Valeria kicking her leg up, cracking into her opponent’s jaw. Then she arced the kick back down, and her heel struck the back of the man’s head, sending him sprawling into the dust.

One.

Taylor was the last.

And he was facing down Leon, swinging fists with wild abandon. It hadn’t been enough in sparring, and it wasn’t enough now.

Leon blocked a high attack, then wrapped his arm around Taylor’s. Striking his stomach once, twice, three times. Valeria rushed in then, delivering a backfist that should have made the man see stars.

He wasn’t done, though. Idiots didn’t know when to quit.

Leon was ready, though, when he tried to move for another attack, and so were you. Your boy, your Leon . . . were it not for the pain in your ribs, you would have smiled wide as you saw him turn over his shoulder, his leg extending out. The kick landed on Taylor’s shoulder, sending him spinning and stumbling away. Right towards you.

With a cry, you outstretched your arm and moved forward. The pain was worth it to see Taylor get clotheslined to the ground, his back and head cratering into the earth.

There was a moment of stillness, then, as Taylor groaned, weakly turning over onto his side. You watched from above him as he lay there, pathetic and defeated. Him and all his eleven allies, the men who’d thought you would all be easy prey.

Twelve.

You’d beaten twelve trained combatants.

The thought made you huff a laugh - and then you instantly regretted it when your ribs shot pain through you as punishment.

But you sure as shit weren’t going to let Taylor see that moment of weakness. So, as Leon and Valeria moved to your side, observing your shared work, you fought to keep a straight - if bruised - face. Especially as Taylor started to push himself up once more.

“Stay down,” Leon warned, his voice firm. Like steel.

Taylor, though, didn’t listen. You and Leon were both happy to let Valeria do the honors, and with a final punch as he tried to rise, Taylor was knocked out cold. “Dulces sueños, cabrón.”

It was over.

And fuck, you were hurting for it.

You grimaced at last, taking a moment to breathe. As the adrenaline faded, you were left with the aches of the fight. The sharp, stabbing pain in your side. The throbbing as your eye swelled more and more. You must have looked a sight, but your squad mates were no different.

Leon was no different.

Seeing him like that, seeing him bruised and weary . . . it made a mix of emotions bubble in your gut. Emotions you weren’t ready for.

Emotions you didn’t get to really feel, because of cosmically hilarious timing. “What the fuck is going on here?” Commander Cortez sounded more furious than you’d heard him yet. Then again, you were standing over a dozen of his men, all passed out or in various states of immobility.

No time to celebrate your victory, then. But when had life ever thrown you a bone like that?

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A/N: Anyway, Taylor is a bitch and got what he deserved. Also, idk if y'all have read Boot Camp by artificialsvicide over on Ao3 but like, this lil arc was very much inspired by the flashbacks in that series, and if y'all like sparring with tension, you should 10000% go read it! It's damn good!

Mood music for this fight is "Snakes" by PVRIS, "Archangel" by Samurai and "Friday Night Fire Fight" by Aligns. Because I'd fight misogynists to those songs.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #jack krauser #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n

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museincarnate · 1 month ago

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The sound of a chunk of concrete hitting the ground, in the distance, would act as the six warriors' apparent signal to finally clash with each other, once the verbal exchanges were said and done. The Luparian and Scorched Saiyan kicked off the events...

And in the immediate instance of the wolfish woman throwing the first attack at her burned comrade, the green-haired Saiyaness found herself admiring her tenacity; leaving herself wide-open, however, for the other Saiyaness's opening offense. Hell, even as Hakkona closed the distance between the two of them, Pholomena was completely enthralled by Tazz's initiative, among five Saiyans, who were a warrior race, no less.

Opposite to Pho's reaction, though, the Buff Gal felt immense pride and confidence, when she saw her best friend make the first move, and saw fit to do the same; the other Saiyaness's lack of attention only coming as a bonus, as she opened her arms and leapt towards Pholomena, with the intention of using momentum and flight, to send them away from the rest of the group. With the green-haired woman being defenseless, for that moment, her grab-and-dash tactic would prove successful, as the two Saiyan women rocketed away from their respective friends and allies, and further into the destroyed city. In their trajectory, several evacuated buildings would be pierced and crashed through by both Hakkona and Pholomena, with the latter taking the brunt of the force, of being slammed through concrete and steel walls.

All the while, Pholomena would knee and elbow, and even punch at whatever part of the Buff Gal she could, in an attempt to force her powerful grip to loosen from around her torso. An eventual downwards elbow strike to the top of Hakkona's cranium would, thankfully, prove successful in offering the green-haired woman a means to wriggle her way out of her foe's grasp, while leaving the other Saiyaness a bit dazed.

To follow up, the thus-far unremarkable Saiyaness would perform a spinning backfist, to compensate for the lack of size she had behind herself, and potentially throw Hakkona off with such a daring maneuver! As far as leaving herself open, previously... She couldn't even be mad at Hakkona for taking advantage of it; that much being proven as she kept a smile on her face, from the moment the two first made contact. It certainly contradicted the face of the daughter of Torno, as her own expression was stern like her dear old dad's; taking the fight as seriously as possible, while remaining as alert as the Buff Gal could be!

#{the pinnacle; pholomena}#{the example; hakkona}#{the embers of fate}#{the end of peace}

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o0owolfwrit3ro0o · 10 months ago

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Thoughts about how different The Walking Dead: The Final Season would go regarding Sophie...

@spacedlexi @twdteacakes @pi-creates @thealexchen @badgersighted

This is something I put some thought into before, and that's what would happen if Sophie didn't die and had lived in the Final Season.

(This is really one of the Beta looks for Minerva, but I always imagined this is how Sophie would look if she appeared.)

Suffer the Children - James has an accomplice who goes by the name Frida, never takes off her mask, only talks in a low whisper with very few words. She's also come to believe that there are still people in walkers as she assists James in helping Clementine and AJ survive the night and escort them back to the school.

Broken Toys - Frida isn't with James at first when Clem and AJ look to them for help on the raid, and will show up in the midst of Clem either distracting or killing walkers while James is looking for his mask and takes over by luring them all away. She's not with James when first meeting the kids, but arrives just as they applied the guts on themselves. "Herd is here... Tread carefully... Save friends..."

When Lilly takes AJ and Minerva is arguing with Clem and Violet/Louis, they all hear a loud, "Shhh" and Minerva sees Frida standing just outside the door facing downwards with a finger to her lips, menacingly. Slowly, she takes off her mask and drops it. Stepping through the door and into the light, she reaches for a ballcap, places it backwards on her head and lifts her head up to reveal who she is as she is looking directly at Minerva with a glare, "Hello... Sister."

Everyone is obviously surprised to see that Sophie is still alive. It turns out she's been going by the name Frida because the name is based on the famous artist Frida Kahlo, given how she was known to be an artsy person, and she survived thanks to James and has been traveling with him back to the school all this time while learning to be a Whisperer, but could never muster the courage to return to the school out of fear of how Marlon and/or the Raiders would retaliate if they saw her.

As Sophie approaches her twin, Minerva is in so much shock, she doesn't raise her weapon and barely forms proper sentences together until she tries to justify herself again right before Sophie snatches the crossbow and smacks her down with a backfist, loudly berating her for trying to kill her and choosing the Delta over her and Tenn. She then opens the cell Violet/Louis are in, and Minerva protests saying that she's gonna get them all killed until Sophie bashes her with the crossbow just as Clem is freed. If Louis wasn't saved in the previous episode, he'll watch in pure disbelief. If Violet wasn't saved, she will try to intervene, but is stopped by Clem and Louis. Sophie will then tell them to free the others and get out while they still can, and as for Minerva, she'll say they've got plenty of lost time to make up on as she grabs her twin and starts dragging her away as Minerva is screaming in protest as she fades out in the halls.

Take Us Back - Sophie finds Clem with AJ and Tenn just as the other kids have escaped, and after a brief hug with her little brother, she leads them to the cave with James waiting for them if he survived. Inside, they find Minerva is tied up and bruised by her twin. If James is still alive, Sophie will side with Clem and AJ about killing Lilly, that they did what they had to do and stop him from trying to take AJ, but won't like it when AJ says he liked killing Lilly. If James is dead, she'll be saddened and tell Clementine she should've had AJ kill her when he had her at his mercy, regardless of whatever reason she had not to.

When Tenn sees Minerva, at first he'll wonder why Sophie did this to their sister, and then she'll have Minerva tell him herself what she had done. Tenn will have a hard time understanding why she tried to kill their sister, her own twin, why she never tried to come back to them and had them believing that Sophie died a hero like she claimed. Minerva will then claim that she knows what she did was wrong, but they're all together again and can be a family again. Sophie is quick to berate her on how that didn't seem to matter at all when she chose the Delta as her family and tried to murder her after all her attempts to convince her to escape and get back to their brother. That unlike her, she had given up. Clem can join in the argument either showing Minerva pity or scolding her for stabbing them in the back and for telling her to let the Raiders take everyone. At one point, Clem can even have a choice to hit Minerva hard as payback for cold-cocking her and say, "Hurts, doesn't it?"

Sophie is indecisive as to what she wants to do with Minerva, not really knowing if she wants to kill her or give her another chance because she's her twin even if she doesn't deserve it, and turns to Clementine to hear what she thinks. Clem is then given the choice to either leave her for the walkers or keep her as their prisoner.

After the decision is made, depending on what Clem says to James if he's is still alive, he'll either stay behind to fight off the walkers or leave everyone while feeling betrayed by Sophie. Upon leaving the cave, they'll run into either Violet or Louis, who will then have their own proper reunion with Sophie. She'll even be supportive with Clem's romantic relationship with either of them. And if Minerva is still with them, they'll voice their disappointments in how she lied and betrayed them. And then, upon reaching the bridge, there are many walkers on both sides and the decisions from earlier have their consequences.

Take Minerva as prisoner - Minerva spots an axe, breaks free of her bonds to grab it and Tenn with the axe held to his neck in attempt to take him with her and 'go home' back to Delta, and a fight ensues to stop her while getting across the bridge filled with walkers. This results in Clem getting her leg slashed and Minerva shot in the head by Sophie's remaining bolt. Sophie jumps with Clem over the bridge and Violet/Louis try to get Tenn away from Minerva's dead body as she is being devoured, but he won't budge and the choice to trust AJ with the hard calls or not comes into play as he can either shoot Tenn to save Violet/Louis or tell them to throw him over, but then they get devoured.

Leave Minerva to die - Clem spots an axe and takes it as they try the same tactic with walker guts to get through, but just as they stealthily make it over the truck, Tenn's foot gets stuck through the floor and the noise alerts the horde. While trying to free him and get across the bridge, the choice to trust AJ with the hard calls or not comes into play as he can either shoot Tenn to save Sophie or hesitate just as Sophie manages to save him, but then get devoured.

After the encounter on the bridge, Clem and AJ will then be separated from;

Sophie and Violet

Sophie and Louis

Sophie and Tenn

Tenn and Violet

Tenn and Louis

In the epilogue if Sophie is still alive, she arrives to grab Clem's hat for AJ. And if Tenn is alive, they talk with AJ about how Tenn wants AJ to show him how to be more like him and be less naive. Sophie wanted to hear his thoughts before deciding. AJ can either agree or let him keep being an artist.

If Tenn is dead, AJ will ask if she hates him, have the choice to apologize or justify his decision to save her/Violet/Louis and Sophie ultimately decides to forgive him. They will then see Tenn as a walker. She'll be sad seeing her little brother like this and knows she has to put him down, but doesn't know if she can as she raises her crossbow. AJ can either encourage her, offer to do it for her, or lure Tenn away so she doesn't have to kill him.

Back at the school, Sophie is happy to finally be home with everyone again while trying to get back into painting and is grateful to Clem for all she's done to lead everyone.

Whew! This went on longer than I anticipated it to. But this is all just my thoughts on how it would go if Sophie were still alive and appeared in the game. Let me know what your thoughts are on this and if you have thoughts of your own on how you think the story would differ if Sophie was alive. Follow up question, how likely would you have guessed that Frida was actually Sophie?

#twdg the final season #twdg sophie #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg violet #twdg louis #twdg tenn #twdg james #twdg minerva #twdg what if

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howlingday · 2 years ago

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Yang: Hey, where are you guys off to, anyway?

Ruby: Yeah! Shouldn't you be hanging out with your friends at Atlas?

Neon: (Turns away, Sniffles)

Flynt: We... Our enrollment...

Neon: We only lost once a-and...

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Ironwood: Our academy has no place for failures. Both of you are to be expelled from Atlas immediately.

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Flynt: Come on. We need go find a place to sleep. Maybe there's a hotel open that Atlas hasn't blacklisted us from.

Ruby: ...

Yang: (Grinds her teeth) A school that kicks you out because you lose one time isn't fit to be a school at all...

Ruby: Here. Take our room passes. You can stay at our dorm tonight.

Flynt: Wait, but what about you?

Ruby: We'll be back.

Yang: We just gotta go file a complaint with the headmaster...

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BOOM!

Ironwood: What is going on?!

Winter: Sir, we're under attack!

Yang: (Slugs Atlas student) WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR HEADMASTER?!

Ironwood: (Steps out) Enough! Surrender now, and you won't be punished as harshly as you should.

Yang: Oh, are you the headmaster of Atlas Academy? (Cracks knuckles) I heard a rumor that anyone who loses one time has to be expelled from here.

Yang: If that's the case, then I'll expel you myself!

Marrow: Sh-She came here to pick a fight with the general?!

Elm: She's crazy!

Vine: This won't end well for her.

Yang: I might be just a student myself, but even I know that a one-loss-expulsion rule is the dumbest thing anyone's ever thought of. And that means I gotta set an example!

Ironwood: Bree!

Harriet: Sir!

Ironwood: Get rid of her.

Harriet: Sir!

Yang: What? Too chicken to fight me yourself, tin man? (Charges) Stop hiding behind your lackeys and fight me!

Harriet: You're not getting near the general! (Zooms past Yang, Throws backfist)

Yang: (Ducks, Swings an uppercut)

Harriet: (Steps back) Would you get lost?!

Yang: (Grabs Harriet) No, YOU GET LOST! (Slugs Harriet, Rockets her into the ceiling) My fight isn't with you! It's with Iron-Wuss!

Ironwood: Hmph. Impressive. Fine. Fight me.

Yang: (Swings with a right cross)

Ironwood: (Catches it with one hand, Catches the other fist)

Yang: (Swings with both legs, Stomps left side and right thigh)

Ironwood: (Drops Yang's hands, Swings hook)

Yang: (Uppercuts, Launches prosthetic)

Ironwood: (Follows the hand, Thinking) Dammit! She caught me off guard!

Yang: (Uppercuts free hand into his solar plexus, Catches prosthetic in socket, Blitz) LET'S SEE YOU CATCH THIS, TIN MAN! (Flares up semblance, Swing hard cross)

Winter: (Stops with glyph) ENOUGH!

Ironwood: (Panting) Schnee!

Winter: Surrender now, and you both can go free!

Yang: Both? But Ruby is-

Penny: Hello, Yang!

Ruby: Yang! I'm sorry! I didn't think Penny would capture me!

Winter: I will not ask again. Leave, or your sister will be harmed.

Penny: But that is not-

Yang: Fine!

Winter: (Taps scroll)

Ruby: (Cuffs come off) YANG!

Yang: (Hugs Ruby) Are you okay?

Ruby: I'm fine. They just caught me off guard, and then I saw Penny, but I thought we were friends, and I-!

Yang: Hey, hey, it's okay, Ruby. We're okay now. It's not your fault. Let's head back. (Stands tall, Walks away) By the way, here's a fair warning to all of you Atlas bastards. Beacon ain't gonna lose, so you all might as well get packed up for your expulsion.

Winter: (Thinking) That was too close! To think, this is the same academy Weiss chose to attend! What other monsters are they training at this school?

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Weiss: You did WHAT to Atlas Academy?!

Yang: So I did a little raid. Would've won if they didn't fight dirty.

Ruby: I'm sorry, Yang!

Yang: Hey, hey! It's not your fault, Rubes! If it's anyone's fault, it's that shifty lady.

Blake: That wouldn't have happened if you had asked me to attend. We're partners, so I should be involved in the same amount of fights as you.

Weiss: That is not the issue here!

Neon: (Sleeping soundly)

Ruby: Where's Flynt?

Weiss: He's sharing a dorm with Team JNPR. He said it would be really awkward for him to share a room with only girls.

Yang: Tch! Seeing her sleeping here instead of with her team pisses me off all over again! (Stands up) That does it! I'm going back to them for one more round!

Blake: Okay. Count me in.

Weiss: Since when have you been so bloodthirsty?! And the answer is still no!

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