A View Into the Multiverse!

Bleached Jaune

"Jaune, lay down." She commanded strongly, barely masking her concern.

He shook his head before looking directly at his opponent. "Miss. Goodwitch... heal us both." He said shocking both of the women near him.

"Is he out of his mind?!" Weiss yelled as she stood up and slammed on the table.

"What the hell, is Vomit Boy's screw loose?!" Yang yelled.

"I can't believe you're my daughter." Raven commented dryly, much to many of the viewer's disgust.

Yang shrugged it off. "You said, not me." She said casually.

"This is more than about simply winning." Raven began as she turned to the screen. "He wants to prove himself. He wants true retribution."

Qrow sighed as he took a swig of his flask. "Kid's brave, but definitely not bright." He muttered.

"Are you insane?!" Glynda yelled as she gave Jaune a worried glare.

"Of course he is. He's clearly lookin' for another ass whoopin'." The grimm woman mocked. "I guess you just love it when we put holes in you." She laughed as she flipped them off.

Flashback: A facially bruised and bloody younger Jaune was thrown into one of Beacon's walls before a hand was shoved through his right shoulder, making him cry out in strangled pain. His face was thrown right into the floor, Fenris standing over him with sick glee.

"The rumors about your family was true haha! You Arcs are nothing but martyrs!" She laughed out. She proceeded to add some more injury to insult by stomping Jaune's face into the ground some more.

"Jaune.." Pyrrha muttered before her melancholy turned into fury. It wasn't fully on the beowulf in the room, since she's learning not to hold negative views on the one who didn't actually do it, but still, it was hard to hold those feelings in. The same could be said for the beacon students. Ozpin definitely wasn't pleased to see his student suffering brutality of any kind.

Even Qrow cringed at the way the kid took a beating.

Raven and Salem, being hardcore themselves didn't bat an eye. Still, they gave him props for getting up. The grimm were stone still.

"Just do it Glynda!" Jaune snarled, sending Glynda a harsh glare himself. "If I can't take on Fenris full throttle then how can I take on Morrigan?!"

FB: A tall figure stood with her hand in Jaune's chest. She wore a simple hooded jet black rain coat and black pants. She had military boots and fingerless gloves with spikes on the knuckles. Like Fenris, she had pale skin, and black sclera with crimson pupils. Her crimson hair was wavy and long, reaching to her lower back.

"It's shameful such an exalted bloodline produced trash like you." She droned emotionlessly.

The Nuckelavee perked up this time, recognizing it's alternate humonoid form. Yang would've complimented her hair had she not shoved her hand through a treasured friend's chest.

Glynda hesitated for a few painful seconds before she begrudgingly held up her wand and began to fix both of their wounds, mentally rooting for Jaune's victory.

"Are you sure about this blondie? You remembered what happened last time right?" Fenris mocked with a feral grin.

"This isn't last time, mongrel." Jaune retorted, clearly striking a nerve with his insult as Fenris' ears and eyes twitched a bit. "I'm gonna kick your sorry ass all the way back to your master's kennel. You can feel free to bleed out and die on the floor when I'm done with you." Jaune said as his eyes seemed to turn bloodshot.