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Jaune Belladonna-Arc Chapter 4: Part 1

Belladonna-Arc:Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3

“What Have You Done!?” Sienna’s boot stomped on Adam’s head, grounding against the thoroughly beaten bull. His clothes in tatters from her weapon Cerberus Whip that dangled at her side, the sharp dust blades dripping his blood from the wounds she’d laid across him in their bout.

“Why Did You Attack The Belladonna’s Son!?” Her foot rose stomping back down in anger, any other human, literally any other and she might’ve praised the bull. But not young Jaune! Not the only human she approved of! He was the exception to her after his efforts all those years ago in Vale.

And Adam just like everyone else knew that and yet still!

“Did it feel good Adam!? To break a child?”

“He, he tried to steal my lov-” She kicked him across his face.

“He tried to protect his sister for a man kidnapping her!” The venom was clear in her tone.

“You said, that if she choose to come then you’d accept her.”

“Yes, if Blake Belladonna came to the White Fang it would be accepted, if she cut ties or made her stance known and came her officially. I’d have welcomed her with open arms. But instead I find her being whisked away, her consent a non-factor given her age…” Dangerous eyes turned then on the girl herself, Blake flinching, but sill radiating that same sorrow that’d claimed her ever since she’d arrived several days ago.

“Instead, she was either kidnapped and her bother nearly killed by White Fang or brainwashed and tried to kill her brother herself according to the rumors!”

“I-I’d Never Attack Jau-” Cerberus’s blades shot into the floor right before the brunette.

“You might as well have girl…” She remembered the letter from Kali, demanding to know whether she was responsible for this.

“You watched, watched as your family was disabled before your very eyes… I honestly can say I want nothing to do with you.” She bit her lip hard enough for it to bleed.

“But that doesn’t matter, what’s done is done… The only victory her is to use your name to further our cause.” Her eyes looked to Adam then, the redhead slowly getting up, glaring at her. She’d allow it, after all he’d never go far in her organization, not while she lived and breathed.

She disliked humans, would even admit to outright hating Mistralian and Atlesian… But Adam, Adam she sadly had to admit Ghira was right about. She moved back to her throne her voice cut and short.

“Get out of my sight, both of you…” She waited till the door closed and took her seat, anger still festered, the urge to break Adam tempting. But, what was done was sadly done, Kali would no longer speak to her, Ghira would hate her and she could accept that, because this was her fault.

Was a consequence of her actions, she would not run from it, would not deny or try to justify it, no the weak made excuses. Like Atlas for their treatment of her people. She did not, Jaune suffered because of her choices. His dream in ruins because she choose to position Adam as the Belladonna’s guard.

She only hoped her choice would enrich enough peoples lives so that Jaune’s sorrow and his families despair will have been a… acceptable loss. Even if only on paper, because despite herself knowing better she’d never think it was.

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He’d made his decision all those years ago, that he’d find Blake. And whether by force or negotiation get her away from Adam. No matter what, which was why when he departed Menagerie, he didn’t head immediately for Beacon, but Vale. To be more precise a shadier section of it, he needed information on his sister and the White Fang. And he was finally in a position with the means to do so.

The Club, that was his target, a information broker name Hei operating it, he, he was excited, finally he could get a lead and maybe, just maybe find her sooner rather then later. Of course he checked his pockets to make sure the lien was there, every last bit he’d gathered up over the past half a decade. He stared at the establishment, it was so big, things really were different here in Vale.

His heart was beating fast, he was nervous, scared… That Hei might not have the information on her, or worse, that he would… That idea scared him more then anything else, what Blake might’ve been doing, what she must have done by now in the Fang…

But even so, he wouldn’t turn away, couldn’t turn away, he needed this. Then he heard it, a crash and, and gunfire! He moved forward suddenly the nervousness gone as he moved with purpose, memories running through his mind. The doors shot open as people came out running, scared and panicked, the cries of men being assaulted, of guns being fired.

He entered just intime to see a women launched away into a pillar, the glass shattering as she collided with it. He moved to the shattered descending glass, helping up the girl who’d been flung into it. Shielding her from the dropping glass.

The struggling girl looked up to him surprised to see a blue-eyed man looking back to her, she felt… Warm.

“What happening?” She winced but could hear it, her sister was still fighting that blonde bitch.

“Ugh, we were attacked by her.” A tremble ran through her when she saw it, the way his eyes sharpened as he looked to the brawler and who he assumed was her twin in a white dress.

“Why’s she attacking this place?”

“Hey didn’t have the information she wanted.”

“So she threw a fit, is some lien really worth that much!?” To this the girl chuckled.

“Bitch Didn’t pay, just came in a made threats.” She watched his expression turn even more pissed as he watched the two fight.

“I see…” And then he put her down, Miltia would admit to being just a bit sad at that but then as he stood, his eyes glaring he rose up, aura filtering through her body as it waved off him. He didn’t hesitate to advance forward, but when he did Miltia saw it.

“Your… White Fang.”

“If your referring to those lot who give my parent’s people a bad name then no…” The white visage of a calm beast fluttered on his robes, twin long crescent fangs emerging from it’s maws clearly distinguishing itself from the well-known sigil.

“My goals to stop them…” Adam’s imagine came to mind, the one who took Blake, who led her down the same bloody path as him.

And kill him…

He didn’t say anything charging ahead towards the fight.

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The first sign of a new combatant Yang got was when a gauntlet reached out grabbing the white clad twin she’d been beating real good. Quickly it pulled her back as he charged forward. How someone so big and hulking could close in so silently was a wonder, but she adapted, shifting gears and delivering a blow right into his nose.

Contact was made but instead of howling back or jumping away he glared and struck forward, her head snapped up from the upper cut. In the second the shock and pain of the blow distracted her he delivered another blow, his fist finking into her gut and sending her skidding back.

She grunted, the hit definitely not a light one.

What the hell?

Glass crunched under heel as he stepped forward, a hulk of a blonde wearing a flashy fur lined blue robe and rocking a mane of wild blonde hair like her own. But that was where the similarities ended, the black skin tight compress showed rippling powerful muscles, so much so she might’ve tried to flirt with the guy if he hadn’t just socked her.

“Hell of a sucker punch you just threw big guy.” He reached up grabbing and popping his nose back in place, ignoring the blood as he glared at her.

“’Heh’ Tough crowd.” She stood getting back into stance, getting a closer look at him, at those gauntlets and greaves, fancy looking stuff.

“Is it true?”

“Huh, is what true?” His voice was surprisingly younger then she thought it’d be, must’ve been the facial hair, threw her off.

“Did you really, attack this place unprovokrf?”

“Course not, I did it cuz Junior there wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to know, see, completely provoked.” Her joking tone didn’t seem to reach him though, in fact he looked more pissed off then before.

“So you did attack them…” Aura begun to leak from him.

“Mind explaining something to me…” A flex of his hand was all that was needed, Beowulves claws shooting out of the gauntlet’s ends. The talons on the greaves tearing apart the floor he stepped on.

“Why do you look so happy about using your powers against those weaker then you.” That made her pause, she was about to respond before he leaped clawed hand out and ready, closing her arms Ember Celica blocked the bladed fingertips, metal screeching and sparks flying as he clawed with enough for to force her to take a step back.

This his other fist connected with her stomach, with enough force to knock the air out of her. Crap, she was off her game cause of the other fights, she jumped back, unloading her gauntlets to get more distance and sending dust rounds his way.

She expected him to run, to move or block, something, instead he just stood there and took the bullet storm. Walking calmly towards her, his eyes set in a stern menacing gaze.

Crap, this guys not like those scrubs.

She needed to focus.

“so, how much is Hei there paying you?”

“Pay? I don’t work for him…” That was a surprise.

“Then why are you fighting me?”

“You run on a rampage, destroying everything and one in side and have the nerve to ask why someone would get in your way?” Aura burst and she was shocked, the sheer amount was stagger as it just seemed to wave off of him.

“I came her to get information, information that I desperately needed, that meant everything to me…” A look of true despair slowly showed on his features before suddenly turning into utter rightful fury.

“But because of you that’s off the table, and all because you decided to abuse that power of yours to hurt those weaker then you!” He suddenly broke into a charge her way. She decided lean on her strong point and meet her fellow blonde nice and close. Both advanced with a charge, lunged, leaping, the edges of his claws glowing with aura.

Quickly shifting her weight Yang avoided his attack and begun her own, a fist flying, slamming into his face. Then another hitting into the opposite side making his head whip the other way. He stumbled at that, the blow clearly having jarred him, not wasting beat she closed in and delivered a several heavy blows to his diaphragm.

“Their criminals so what does it matter.” Another strike, this one to his throat and then straight uppercut while he was stunned. He then jumped pulling her fist back to slam into his face, going for the knockout.

Metal screeched as Beowulf clamped around Ember Celica, the razor sharp claws digging into the yellow paint and sinking into the metal of her Ranged Shot Gauntlets.

“I’m or people like you…” Aura erupted through the room, waves of it flooding into the surrounding, licking at and invading those knocked out by the brawler. And slowly like kindle to ashes it grew into a fire, or in this case their auras.

“I don’t care anymore…” His eyes glowed a bright burning blue… Ember Celica begun to creak and groan as his claw broke through outer layer of metal into the gears and insides of it.

“Using your power to get your way, making anyone and everyone who’s in your way suffer and then justifying it however you want.” With all his strength he swung the brawler away by her gauntlet. Sending her flying into a wall, cracking it, making her aura flicker in warning.

“There’s only one way to deal with people like you.” A heavy stomp down, a surge of violent white aura with incredibly violent intent.

“I’ll crush you, so badly you can’t do anything like this again.” A flex of his palms and suddenly aura and dust begun to feed into Beowulf’s claws, the sharp talons extending with a auric blade crackling with lightening.

Yang growled, her eyes red, and officially down being this guys rag doll, she didn’t know what his deal was, until she saw it. The symbol fluttering on his robe.

“White Fang?” And now she was even more pissed.

“A Freaking Terrorist is gonna rant at me!” Jaune ignored the way her hair burned gold, how her eyes flared like the most violent of fire. If she was angry he’d just use that against her, his own aura begun to expand, to flare and morph violently ready to be directed in whichever way he needed in a instant.

The brawler cussed when she realized her left gauntlet was out of commission, the insides sparking and sputtering dust where his claws had torn into it.

“Whatever I don’t need it to deal with you.” Throwing it off she broke into a run, jumping and then punching at Jaune, his eyes widened when his aura gave. Breaking from her blow and slamming into his face. For the first time in years he was sent rolling.

“Hah, well look at that, not, guess your not a tough as I thought you’d be, freaking terrorist.” She didn’t waste a beat, unloading rounds after round into the downed blonde. The floor exploded, cement, glass and others debris spreading at she pelleted with blows.

I see… I got to arrogant. I’m not in Menagerie anymore.

He had to remember he wasn’t the biggest fish any longer, or at the least, there were others as skilled as him. And unfortunately it seemed this girl was one of them. He closed his eyes, enduring the explosions of dust around him, focusing his breathing, his intention as he drew within himself.

Aura once more surged before spreading, spreading across his body, once he’d coated himself he stood up and glared Yang’s way. But not with the same unbridled fury as before, no he had to remember his father’s lessons.

Control his rage, don’t let it control him, otherwise how was he any better then Adam. Violent aura turned into itself, forcibly being drawn back to it’s source and forcibly unriled, until all that remained was a calm, still and constant light that shimmered around his person. He stood up and Yang snorted.

“Well, looks like the terrorist can stand up!” Another unload of her weapon was sent flying but Jaune didn’t tank it like before instead clawing at the air and swung it away. He exhaled a long heated breath, his eyes in a deadlock with her burning red ones. Yang broke their gaze first when she shouted and launched at him.

Not wasting a beat she unloaded round after round at him, each Jaune weaved out from or strike away as he readied himself. Stretching out his leg and crouching as he took position. Her fist came flying for his face, he easily weaved out of the predictable blow before delivering his own strike to his stomach. However instead of dodging or trying to block the girl took it and smiled.

Her aura glowed a faintest bit more intense, her eyes shining a even more violent red as she shot another punch for he leaped back avoiding the blow feeling the wind push against him from the sheer force.

She’s getting stronger?

The furious blonde bolted forward into his chest, letting loose another strike, corssing his arms Jaune endure it and was shocked. The previous power was missing from her blow, not wasting a chance he hit again, his knee raising slamming into her arm. Her teeth gritted but turned in a smile, the grin only growing when punched forward slamming her on the right cheek.

Another punch thrown, connecting and sending him flying this time.

Again!?

How!? Was it like Adam’s? Was she able to build up power?

Thinking of the redheaded bull he felt his urge for violence grow but fought it down… Spite and hate weren’t needed, not here, not ever.

“Why are you spacing out you filthy terrorist!” Her fist slammed into his face before she twirled and her legs lamed into his temple in a roundhouse. Again Jaune stumbled, but not from the blow but confusion.

“That… Didn’t hurt?” His aura was up and ready just like before but the force wasn’t enough to shatter it. How though, if she was building power it should’ve at least cracked it. He stared back at her, Yang advancing cracking her knuckles.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” He stepped forward, the was only one way he was gonna find out after all, his own fist curled as he stepped up to her. She acted first going for a straight right hook, one he easily pushed off from his person before she shot a punch himself.

He was surprised when the brawler didn’t just take the blow but leaned into it!?

What the hell?

She grinned savagely before letting loose another strike this one hitting with so much more force, enough to make his aura crack, but the blow that followed it didn’t pack the same power. His mind whirled, confused but her didn’t have time to space out. No so close to his opponent, instead he went for another fist towards the face, the kind she’d have to bloc-

He blinked as her head snapped back, as she just took the hit, grinning the entire time. With a absolutely murderous gleam in her gaze she struck and when it connected Jaune nearly groaned in pain as his aura flickered at the area of contact. She roared as her leg rose up high before kicking down on his head, making him fall to the floor.

“Well, that was easier then I thought it be, then again you are just a criminal.” She readied to turn and make her way out only for a hand to suddenly grab her ankle.

“What the-?” Suddenly lightening streaked through her body, her eyes shooting open and teeth gritting as violent plasma coursed through her body.

“’Cough’ I get it now…” He rose up, his gaze set in a scowl but only a modest amount of anger behind it.

“You stockpile damage and add it to your own next blow.” Yang sneered, the electricity still making her tremble and twitch but also powering her up.

“So what, not like you can counter it big guy.” As if to prove her point she went for another punch, this one aimed to break those teeth of his in.

“Actually.” Her fist slammed into him, and… Nothing, her knuckle shook against a thicker portion of aura.

“Now that I know that I can deal with it incredibly easily.” He reached, seizing her hand in his and twisting it. She screamed but Jaune didn’t care looking surprised as her other hand slammed into his fist, but this time with less force then before.

“I see, so only outside attacks stockpile?” Her twisting arm didn’t matter because the damage wasn’t from a outside force but her own arm twisting. He struck her gut then while she was out of focus, her hair flared, eyes lighting. On reflex she struck again only for it to do nothing against his barrier.

“So it’s triggers autonomously? Whether your focusing on the fight or not, probably as long as you have aura.” He moved, sweeping her leg, grabbing her face as forcing the back of her head to slam against the floor. This time her semblance triggered.

“Hmm? So any outside damage applies as long as theirs something of force behind it I imagine, even if you’re the one who caused it.” Yang glared at the blonde who looked less combat oriented now and more curious and observant. She struck out, aiming to clip his chin with a jaw breaking amount of force, only for her gauntlet to crack against his absurd aura.

“You don’t get it do you, your power won’t work on me anymore, after all I get to determine how much power you can put behind your blows.” Aura surged around him.

“You can’t beat a opponent whose not blindly attacking you, or worse, one who can take stronger hits then you can dish out at once.” He reached down pressing his upper arm against her throat, Yang struck at the blonde, but to no avail.

Each blow only warranting a light flash of his aura as they begun to get weaker and weaker as she lost air. He watched her reach for his arm now, trying to shove it off. He sighed.

“Because of your semblance you think about hurting your opponent first a defending second, or maybe that’s why you got this as your semblance. Regardless it’s over.” If she tried grabbing his arm before she started losing strength she could’ve kept fighting or retreated. But it was too late now.

“I hope you have people you can call when you wake up, you do get one call after all…” Those were the last words she heard before everything went black.

beaconbabes:

jaune-arc-the-stud-king:

Your ship nickname for Jauned*ck

Yang: Dragon Slayer~ Rawr.~

Raven: Baby Maker.

Summer: Yummy~

Winter: eh-hem……The Kings Scepter….

Bleiss: Darling’s Bitchbreaker

NeoText:‘Smoli-Breaker’

Ruby:His Cocktana

Weiss:'Ahem’Arc’s Arc-///-

Blake: His Breeding Meat-///-

Pyrrha: H-His Womb Beater! >///<

Penny:Error-Error, because that is all I see once we’re done and I’ve short circuited.

Neon: Of Fuck, I mean that’s all I can say when he whips it out

Glynda:My Stress Reliever of course

Sienna: Simple, Mine

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lilithfairen:

freeobservationcheesecake:

A lot of people on social media have claimed that Adam Taurus was “Retconned” into being an abusive ex, and that he was “meant to be” a freedom fighter and an anti-hero.

In this post, we’ll look into Adam’s actions and words throughout the show, and discuss instead how Miles and Kerry remained consistent with Adam’s character.

In the black trailer we see Adam working Blake. Right now this doesn’t really imply anything on their relationship .Just that they are working together. The initial plan seems to just be to steal the cargo on the train. When Adam says he will set the charges Blake shows concern about civilian passengers and crew being caught in the explosion. Adam says “What about them?” This shows he doesn’t care about any bystanders as long as he finishes what he is set out to do. At this point we still don’t know what that is. It also shows that Blake had no clue about the explosives. If the plan was to always blow up the train then Blake wouldn’t need to express concern for passengers if she knew it was always going to be demolished. Adam also used Blake as a distraction for him to destroy the spider tank which we never see again.

In volume one I don’t believe Adam is even mentioned. I could be wrong. Blake just talks about the WF but not Adam himself. Somebody please correct me if I’m wrong.

In volume two Blake mentions how Adam started the trend of wearing Grimm masks to ‘dawn the faces of monsters that some people make them out to be.’ Then she talks about him at the campfire and actually name drops him here. She explains how his vision of a perfect world isn’t the perfect world for others. This shows where Blake started to distrust him and puts Adam in the perception of possibly being misunderstood in his goals. Then she drops the line of ‘When I found out my oldest partner had turned into a monster I ran!’. At this point Adam has did some very ill moral things according to Blake. The train heist was the last straw when he was willing to kill people there who had nothing to do with faunus oppression. Then we finally see Adam at the very end of the volume. Here he shows no remorse for any of his brothers in arms and simply states that the group will continue to listen to him. This paints his goal as fighting for faunus rights extremely questionable.

In volume 3 we have a flashback to when Cinder tries to recruit him. At first he refuses to work for any human regardless of what they could offer him. We learn this is before the train heist were Blake runs. Then we see after the heist where Adam says not to worry about Blake and that they need to return to Mistral. Most likely to report back to Sienna about the train heist. At this point he only lost control of Blake but is still in control of the WF Vale branch. He isn’t obsessed with her. Cinder then returns after getting half the maiden power and decimates his camp. She then offer’s him dust and lien in payment for his services. Adam does not turn down her offer. He is now compromising his own convictions by working with a human he refused earlier. If he was truly the revolutionary that a lot of people paint him as at this point then he would have fought Cinder and never partner with her. It doesn’t matter that he would have been outmatched he would have died a martyr with his convictions intact. Later on the volume Blake talks about Adam again, not naming him this time. Saying that she got close to him and how he slowly changed and how he kept making excuses for getting more and more violent. This is where the abuse starts to become more apparent. Just because Blake called Adam a mentor in V2 does not mean she also wasn’t romantically involved with him. Being one doesn’t make the other impossible. She also trusts her team a lot more to divulge something incredibly personal to her. Then we have the fall of Beacon. Adam was not hunting down Blake. They just happened to run into each other. Adams goal was never to hunt down Blake, but when she showed up he took the opportunity. Adam lays on thick how much her betrayal actually hurt him. And declares that he will take that pain and direct back at Blake buy killing everything she loves and holds dear. Then Yang attacks and loses her arm because lost her cool and launched and extremely telegraphed attack that Adam took advantage of. Blake used her semblance to escape with Yang and  Adam continued to kill the people around him, and some Grimm, since that is what he was paid for. He was less of a revolutionary here and more of a mercenary for Cinder in my opinion.

So, from what I’ve seen Adam’s character didn’t really change. We hear what Adam said he was for, but then we see him act differently by ignoring his convictions to his cause and pulling in people that would help him kill humans, or blow up more schools. From here on he craved more control and since Sienna didn’t agree with how the WF should proceed he decided to take over. Nothing about this character screams ‘ruined’ character to me. He wanted the Belladonnas killed because they were getting in his way. He killed Sienna for getting in his way.

Blake took away his control and his image. He chased her for revenge. He wanted to make her suffer for his loss. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” was more of him saying “Why do you keep standing in my way?”

Could they have gone a different route with him? Sure. But the same could be said for every other character. Since shopkeeper isn’t some Vale underground info broker who uses a dust shop as as front I guess he could be a ‘ruined’ character to since that is also very interesting. People need to let people have their opinions. Some people don’t like how Adam turned out, and that’s fine. Other’s like how he was a foil to Blake and then to Yang. That’s fine too. But don’t attack people for liking/not liking the other’s opinion. And don’t attack the writers saying they can’t write a good character. They just didn’t write what you wanted in character. This does not make them bad writers. It just means they didn’t write something that you prefer. Everything is subjective. That’s the nuance of story telling. Some people will enjoy the story shown while others won’t. Doesn’t make the story bad. It just means it didn’t appeal to one of the groups.

They didn’t ruin his character, he was always that way, people just head-canoned him into their edgy abused/neglected power fantasy character and were upset when he ended up going to the logical conclusion of his character arc.

That’s always what his character was. An obsessive self entitled maniac that felt that he deserves the world because he suffered, and everyone else was in the wrong.

He was always that character and wasn’t poorly written for that type of character. He was rather realistic actually. If you wanted him to be a different type of character that’s fine if you’re writing a fanfic, but this is always how his character was.

I believe in keeping with RWBY’s preference for subverting tropes, Adam is an Ill-intentioned extremist version of the “White Male Savior” typically common in anime, tv shows, and movies.

Side note….Adam cut off Yang’s arm…why do people keep saying that Yang had no reason to fight Adam compared to Weiss, when A) Blake was Yang’s partner, B) Yang lost an arm due to Adam, and C) Adam and Yang had similar yet different semblances?

All good points, and I feel something else should be noted as well:

Blake’s arc, as Volume 1 makes clear, is that she is displeased with the extremist direction the White Fang has taken, which led to her defection and becoming a Huntress. She doesn’t view the group as inherently bad; rather, she sees them as “misguided” in their current approach.

And what instigated her defection? Adam’s desire to murder the innocent people aboard the train they were robbing. An extremist act that Blake could not condone.

From the very beginning, Adam was established as the antagonist in Blake’s arc. He was the person who represented the worst of the White Fang, the catalyst for Blake’s resolution to change her path and find a better way to help people.

The real twist to Adam’s character isn’t even the fact that he is a bad person, because his willingness to kill innocent people for no gain and to throw away the lives of the Faunus who followed him showed that all too well.

The real twist of Adam’s character was that he never actually represented the White Fang. The real twist is that Adam is revealed to be someone motivated purely by spite and hatred, anger and wrath. While Blake believed he went as far as he did to further the White Fang’s cause, he’s ultimately revealed to care nothing for his fellow Faunus, only in hurting humans. He doesn’t care if other Faunus live or die. He doesn’t care if Cinder and her minions harm the soldiers under him. Adam didn’t fight for the White Fang’s cause; Adam used the White Fang as a weapon for his own cause, without concern for the damage it suffered as a result.

And the hostility to the role he represents when it comes to the subjects and themes the White Fang arc includes is down to the fact that most of the people who attack the show based on his role are ultimately the exact same kind of people as Adam himself: claiming to be fighting for a cause when in reality they only want to spite and hurt those whom they believe deserve it.

Very true @lilithfairen, and yet for standing against Adam, BLAKE was called a terrorist by people calling themselves writers, and claiming that she was just as bad as Adam

Or that by trying to talk things out with Robyn, Blake was being a “terrorist” and “war criminal?”

The sheer hatred of RWBY Critics towards Blake and their love for toxic male characters is disturbing.

Not adding anything, because I can’t think of anything that hasn’t already been said. Because it very much is a discussion of his character at point A remaining the same as it reached point B.

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