RWBY – The madness of Lappland

Invisible hyenas

3rd person POV The silence between them didn’t last long . A sudden moaning and noise coming from the side broke it. They both turned their gaze and looked at the fat guy slowly getting up from the ground. With a groan, he stood up, the loosened mask slid off his face, revealing a young, chubby face, no older than twenty-three years.

Lappland: " —I thought I’d put you to sleep for a while. If you hadn't gotten up, I probably would have spared you ....... "

Lappland said as a smile slowly spread across her face. Her eyes sparkled and her pupils contracted, reflecting the image of the young man and his next actions. 

He looked completely absent-minded and distracted. He grabbed the back of his head with his hand, then raised his bloodied hand to his face. A thin trickle of blood ran from his nose as his dazed eyes looked at Lappland.

Their eyes met, and now the slight mist and blurriness in them were clearly visible to Lappland’s sharp eyes. He’d clearly suffered a concussion and wasn’t thinking clearly. Like a living corpse moving on the edge of consciousness. This was only confirmed when he staggered toward Lappland with clenched fists. 

It was stupid, illogical, purely instinctive. No one in their right mind would have attacked her after what happened. Certainly not like that—with their bare fists. But he wasn't thinking. His body acted on its own, guided by what it deemed necessary in its state of confusion. Lappland has seen this many times before.

With a moan and a clear lack of coordination between the mind and body , he lunged at Lappland . But she simply tilted her head avoiding a weak punch and struck him in the throat with her elbow. She struck just hard enough to make the big guy drop to the ground, clutching his throat as he gasped for air while saliva and blood poured from his crushed throat.  

That same blow apparently snapped him out of his condition. His expression and demeanor turned to sheer horror when his tear-filled, smudged gaze, during his struggles on the ground, fell upon his former companion, now lying dead nearby. His burned, scarred, and disfigured face was clearly visible .The smell of burning was distinct in that enclosed space.

For this civilian, who had never experienced combat or even seen a dead body, the sight was enough to make him vomit. But even that was impossible for him in his current state. He could barely cough up the saliva , blood or catch his breath. Now all he could do was cry, whimper, and moan on the ground, thinking who knows what .

Lappland just watched this in silence. The sparkle in her eyes faded, showing nothing but disappointment . Yet her smile grew wider. Was it irony, or was she amused by her own foolish expectation that something more would happen? Who knows. It didn't matter to the man standing in front of her. His goal was right in front of him. Nothing mattered to him but achieving his goal.

Lappland: “If only foolish courage counted as true strength.... In that case, I wouldn’t have been a problem for this world long ago. Here, however, there wasn’t even any courage. Just an empty body and the last cry of self-preservation. ”

Lappland said with amusement and feigned disappointment, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't the first time she'd seen something like that; her eyes had reflected images of hundreds of similar scenes. 

People and their final stand against certain defeat and death. In this case, however, it could not even be called a conscious act. Which further undermined the whole thing and made it even more pathetic. Ignoring the fat man, she looked at the last person still standing. Her smile remained, but her gaze grew cold.

Lappland: " Let's put an end to this. I'm really wasting a lot of time here . If you've got nothing to say about that red-haired bastard, I'll grant your wish. "

The man didn’t answer; he waited in silence for her to make a move. Without changing her expression, Lappland met his expectations and took action. Leaning forward slightly and tensing her beautiful legs, she lunged at him. Only then did the man smile and make a move himself. He thrust his knife toward her, and Lappland just parried it aside with her hatchet.

The clash of weapons sent sparks flying, and Lappland’s hatchet chipped at the point of impact, revealing the difference in the quality of their weapons. But at that point, the quality of the weapons no longer mattered. Perhaps it hadn't mattered from the start. After deflecting the knife and the hand holding it . Immediately, her left fist was aimed at his face. More precisely, at his teeth.

There wasn’t enough time. Lappland had clearly sped up. She didn't hold back anymore; she didn't try to slow down to keep up with him. The blow was now too fast, the fist too close. Without his other hand free to wield a weapon, he couldn’t parry, intercept, or counterattack. His battered body was also too worn out to dodge quickly enough.

There wasn’t even time to think. Only instinct, experience, and self-confidence. A blow to his exposed teeth, which would surely be devastating if not outright knocking him out . Or facing Lappland’s fist with his masked forehead. The most protected part of his head.

The answer was obvious. So he just smiled and met Lappland’s fist with his masked forehead. The mask on his face dented instead of shattering, revealing that it was not cheap ceramic or plastic but metal. And as the mask bent, blood from beneath it flooded his exposed lips.

His head snapped back. But unlike him, Lappland didn’t even feel it. The injuries beneath the mask were unknown, but it was clear that his eyes had momentarily lost focus as they rolled back, leaving only the whites visible. Lappland took advantage of this, delivering a half-turn kick to his exposed stomach.

The kick increased the distance between them and sent the man onto his back, from which he got back on his feet almost immediately thanks to the backward roll. However, his position wasn’t ideal; he was on his knees when suddenly a whoosh of air and then a leg struck the right side of his face like a whip.

A swish of air, followed by a bang . Blood and teeth were scattered as he fell to one side, his jaw slightly open, revealing its shattered form. Despite this, with a guttural roar, he straightened his posture, raising his blade to block the blow of Lappland’s axe, which was already coming down on him from above. 

Unfortunately, it was to no avail. Instead of the blades clashing, Lappland’s hatchet effortlessly severed his hand at the wrist before driving itself into his shoulder. Then, grabbing the knife falling from his severed hand, she plunged it straight into his temple . Finishing the job with a knee to the face, she wrenched both weapons from his body.

Lappland : " Passing away on one’s own terms. I hope this is the freedom you were hoping for ."

Lappland said, looking at the body one last time. The peace did not last long. Lappland’s ears twitched, her pupils dilated, as she was thrown several meters and stopped only when she crashed into the windshield of a parked car. The impact, of course, set off the car’s alarm; the lights flashed and the horn blasted, its sound resonating throughout the garage .

As she lay spread-eagled on the hood, Wlwith the weapons still clenched tightly in her hands . Lappland let out a soft sigh, not out of pain but out of genuine surprise. Then she giggled and smiled wildly. However, she didn’t have time to do anything in particular or even say a word when suddenly her ear twitched again.

And this time, without a moment's hesitation, she rolled off the hood of the car to the side, just in time as the front of the car was torn to pieces. Silencing the car alarm in the process . Still on all fours on the ground, Lappland's eyes stared at the wrecked car; her breathing was ragged and her gaze intense. 

What was strange, however, was that even though she could see the outline of a person reflected in her eyes, Lappland seemed not to notice him. He was standing practically right in front of her—or, to be precise, right in front of the car—with his leg extended as if he just kick the hood of the car . 

What further confirmed his direct involvement in what had happened was the fact that a slight haze of smoke was still rising from his outstretched leg, as if a bullet had been fired from it. His calm eyes looked at Lappland with a hint of surprise; she seemed not to see him, yet she reacted nonetheless.

Then his gaze fell on two other figures, who, just like him, were being completely ignored by Lappland . In the distance, on the hood of one of the cars, sat a figure shrouded in darkness. A female silhouette, with her white legs crossed, gazed coldly with her gleaming amber eyes at Lappland .

Then her cold gaze fell on the person standing next to her. A woman with a pair of red eyes, who was looking at Lappland with obvious irritation—an irritation that deepened under the man’s gaze, forcing the red-eyed figure to snort in annoyance and pull out two revolvers with attached blades.

??? : " Remember don’t kill her . She is too valuable to die . " 

Said the figure, her amber eyes flashing with clear intentions.The woman with red eyes softened her gaze, turning it into one of complete devotion and submission as she looked at the woman sitting on the hood , and then nod at her. And during this exchange, Lappland was dealing with her own problems .