Kafka: That's no way to treat a woman... Why don't I show you.~
She extended her hand, catching the surrounding troops in pink threads imbued with lightning.
Kafka: Listen close, boys... No need to fight over little old me.
They all aimed their weapons at the two, only to aim at each other and start shooting and fighting. Kafka cleared the way by making a pathway with her threads, pushing the soldiers away. She walked in between with her umbrella in one hand, another gesturing as if she were a conductor in an opera. Blade followed shortly, looking unamused at the situation. Successfully passing the soldiers, Kafka glanced back with a smirk and waved her hand.
Kafka: And scene.~
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The soldiers tangled in the threads and exploded, causing a blood rain. Luckily, Kafka swiftly revealed her umbrella and sheltered herself from the blood. Blade looked up with no blood on him, scoffing in annoyance. Kafka giggled and pressed an earpiece, revealing a voice.
???: He's close... Just need to do some pest control.
Kafka: Interesting... Luckily, I have the repellent... Bladie.~
Blade: Tch.
Without another word, the two rushed in, and the slaughter began. From afar, we see team RWBY, who stood atop the fallen bullhead with Blake, looking through some binoculars.
Blake: It's an ambush...
She muttered, witnessing the two commit ultra-violence.
Yang: What's going on!?
Yang looked through the binoculars next and saw a red wine-haired woman alongside a man with long black hair killing left and right. The sight slightly disturbed her, but not really, though the two looked familiar.
Yang: Where have I seen those two before?
She looked at her other teammates, who looked tense from the situation, but her sister just looked... Out of it.
Yang: Hey Rubes, don't they look familiar?
Ruby stood beside her sister when Yang crouched slightly due to the height difference. Both are looking through one side of the binoculars. They scan the area until they spot Blade and Kafka mowing down soldiers left and right.
She squinted her eyes at them when the realization struck her. Precisely when Kafka herself somehow looked at them directly and winked with her red wine-colored eyes. Another time when, Blade cut his palm and unleashed projectile slashes.
Ruby: T-That guy... That's Blade!
Yang: Huh? Wait, it is him!
Blake: Who's Blade?
Ruby: Blade... The Vengeful Swordsman... Number Twelve of the Yeagerists...
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