The docks of Vale are a chaotic blur of steel and Dust. Team RWBY is cornered between shipping containers, surrounded by an overwhelming wave of White Fang subordinates and hijacked Atlas Paladins.

Ruby’s movements are sluggish, her scythe scraping the concrete as she gasps for air. Weiss’s glyphs are flickering, her Dust reserves dangerously low, while Blake and Yang stand back-to-back, bruised and struggling to repel the relentless feline faunus elite. The air is thick with smoke and the rhythmic thud of heavy artillery.

The White Fang Lieutenant looms over them, raising his chainsaw-axe for a final blow. The team is exhausted, their Aura flickering—they are out of options and out of time.