She maintains her composure... for now

"No," she blurts out, violently shaking her head. "I won't let you distract me when we have a job to do."

You shrug, masking your slight disappointment at her resistance. You expected her to be a tougher nut to crack but all this meant was that when you did get to the deed, it would be made that much sweeter. She wouldn't be able to hold off on her impulses forever and you would be eagerly waiting for when those defenses came crashing down. In the meantime, a bit more teasing would never hurt. Smirking slyly, you lean down to her cat ear again.

"Well sorry for making you so uncomfortable, sweetheart. But you're right; we don't got time for anything else," you say with a husky growl.

"You are the worst," she groans back as she inches away to put some distance between you two.

"Just think of it as a way to celebrate when the night is over."

The rest of the trip is spent in awkward silence with Blake struggling to keep her arousal in check though you couldn't figure out why this was affecting her so badly. Did Faunus have naturally higher sex drives than humans? Was there even some truth to that old fandom trope of Faunus going into Heat like their animal counterparts? These questions and more bounced around in your head as the pair of you approached the industrial block that was hosting the White Fang rally, a rundown collection of warehouses tucked deeply away in an abandoned district and marked by three claw marks dug into the wall. It was at this moment that Blake turned to stop you, her blush now mostly gone and the confidence back in her voice.

"Alright this is where we split up. I'll head inside posing as a new recruit but how do you plan on shadowing me?"

"The rooftops will suffice," you answer. "It will give me the best vantage point so I'll know ahead of time if your position gets compromised. Should that happen, I'll give you a signal to make a break for it."

"And what will that signal be?"

"Trust me. You'll know. I'll see you on the other side."

Before she can object, you leap for the roof and bend the light around you to cloak yourself with invisibility. That bit of insurance turned out to be a wise decision as numerous lookouts and guards patrolled this area. Quiet as a mouse, you tail Blake from above, watching as she pulled out a Grimm mask and placed it on her face, then rounded the corner and approached a pair of White Fang guards posted at the door. Once she was inside, you quickly made your way over to the windows overlooking the meeting hall and phase through just in time to catch the welcome speech being addressed to the assembled Faunus, and boy did their numbers surprise you.

The White Fang you fully expected to number in the hundreds, but the new recruits assembled were so numerous they accounted for a crowd nearly half of the size of the rank and file. And this was a secret rally to boot. The situation seemed worse than you expected and if you weren't careful, any ensuring **** could spill out onto the streets. Fingers twitching beneath your katars, you wait patiently as a cheery human man with red hair stepped up on stage, oblivious to the jeers and swears being flung by the new recruits; Roman Torchwick.

"Now, I'll be the first to admit that humans... are the worst. Case in point," Torchwick proceeded into his little motivational speech, rousing the Faunus to his words and endearing them with his shared disdain for human government.

You let his words blur out of your attention for the most part as your eyes scan the interior of the warehouse. Like outside, numerous armed guards patrolled the catwalks and perimeter, so gaining Torchwick's attention before he noticed Blake would be critical. You counted at least fifteen doing their rounds and all armed with standard issue Atlesian rifles, likely illicitly obtained in one of their many raids. With a twitch of your finger, you extend your power and discreetly disable their firing mechanisms as well as those in the massive Paladin mech hidden behind the White Fang's banner.

Speaking of which, the banner fell away to reveal the gargantuan, ten meter tall mech in all of its glory to the roaring approval of the crowd.

"If you're truly ready to fight for what you believe in, then this is the arsenal I can provide you. Any questions?" Torchwick signed off with a smirk.

The guy had a way with words apparently as all of the Faunus began shuffling forward. You watch as the recruits are being directed to a side room likely to get initiated and outfitted with their new gear, and in the center of which stood Blake, nervous and **** for a way out, her twitching attracting Torchwick's wary gaze; time to give her that door.

Taking careful aim, you lift a katar with its gun extended and fire. An energized crack of red plasma erupts from the muzzle and crosses the warehouse in a flash, striking Torchwick in his abdomen. He doubles over with a snarl of pain, his aura left deactivated thanks to complacency as he searches for you in fury. In the ensuing chaos of panicked Faunus and frenzied White Fang, you send a single and clear message to Blake's mind.

"Run. Now."

Thankfully, she refrains from asking any questions and disappears into the crowd of recruits making a mad dash for the door, all whilst you drop your active camouflage and descend upon the White Fang. Aura surges through your body as you push your physical abilities beyond any previous experimentation and within the blink of an eye, you ambush and knockout five guards with brutal efficiency. Landing near a sixth guard, he turns to fire upon you only to find the trigger of his rifle stubbornly stuck. Smirking at his misfortune, you deliver a knee into his gut, knocking the wind from his lungs and dropping him to the floor in a twitching heap.

The revelation of sabotaged weapons also seems to dawn upon the remaining soldiers and, with a furious warcry they draw their blades, hammers, axes and the like and charge you in a mad frenzy. They too meet the same fate as you vault, twist, and dance through their ranks whilst striking with what you could gauge to be roughly thirty percent of your full power. After all, most of these Faunus weren't trained warriors and had no protective auras. Many had been lured in with the promise of a better life or at least a shot at **** against their Human oppressors, thus you felt little need to take their lives. Either way, it wasn't these small fry that interested you but their boss.

As you send the last of the fight worthy White Fang to sleep (the rest had broken ranks and were fleeing along with the recruits), you turn your attention to the stage to see a trail of blood leading away and into the back of the warehouse. Eyes narrowing, you break out in a dash and follow the trail, zigzagging through rows of Dust crates, weapons, ammunition, and even explosives as you pursued your wounded quarry. The congealed trail leads to an emergency exit and you blast the door from its hinges, emerging in the cool, night air just in time to see one of Remnant's VTOL type aircraft, a Bullhead, make a steady climb into the atmosphere. A quick scan with your powers shows that Torchwick was onboard, along with his diminutive sidekick.