jaune arc multiverser

the warth of god

"allright next its battle of two demigods" say arnold

Ozpin looked up a little, quirking a brow. "Demigods?"

"Quite. This world is very different from yours, and yet, so very similar..." The man mused softly.

"This version of Remnant is known as Gaea." He spoke, summoning a large replica of the planet and its moon, surprisingly unshattered, in front of them. Oohs and aahs were shared as they looked at the alternate version of their own world, surprised to see that none of the continents were very alike. "Grimm exist here, but instead of Auras, they have an energy called Mantra, formed from prayers offered by Humanity, as well as their souls upon death."

"Are there faunus in this world?" Ghira asked, stroking his beard while observing the holographic planet.

Arnold shook his head. "No they do not. But anyway, this Mantra is harnessed by another race: Demigods." A few visuals of strange but intriguing beings flashed across the screen, humanoid, but unlike any faunus or human they'd ever seen. It was if skin had merged with a form of metal.

But one scene in particular stood out. A scene with eight people in it, all familiar, yet different.

One was a large, admittedly fat man with a massive golden arm/gauntlet, carved with intricate engravings. He wore an open vest, rich with design along with baggy pants colored red and gold. His face however, was unmistakable. A face with a large, golden mustache that appeared to be made of metal as well and golden hair with a similar tint to it. A cocky smirk curled his lips.

"Professor Port?!" The students shouted in surprise, while Ozpin and Glynda looked at the man's other in curiosity.

"Huh...Peter's put on some weight," Qrow quipped, this one smaller due to wariness towards Beowulf.

Tai looked at the man's massive gauntlet in awe. "Damn! He must have one hell of a punch..."

The next man of the eight was tall and extremely well muscled to the point of bulkiness. He had intricate red, tribal-looking markings all over his upper body, which was plainly on display for all to see. His hair was wild and white and a wild grin that reeked of battlelust was on his features. His eyes were strange, pure white with no pupil or iris, and glowing slightly. He had silvery metal gauntlets covering his hands and forearms and wore baggy white pants covered in remnants of armor. A massive katana was sheathed horizontally behind him at his waist.

Ruby squealed a little before looking at her uncle. "Duncle! Look, it's you! And look at that sword!"

Qrow spat up his whiskey in shock, looking at this behemoth of a man who was apparently his other. "Well Oum damn..."

Willow and Winter, however, were more interested in the other's eyes. "His eyes are white...is Qrow blind in this?"

Arnold nodded, grinning at the catch. "Indeed. He's blind, not that it matters much when it comes to his efficiency in battle and in life."

The drunken Hunter smirked at everyone, "Looks like I'm a badass huh?"

The third man was also tall and muscled, but much more lean and young. He had long black hair, shoulder length with much of it in a bun, and a small pointed beard. He wore very intricate clothing, as well as armor, unlike most of the other eight, colored black with hints of gold. He had two long white scarves trailing behind him, fastened to his collar. He also had tribal markings on his body, though much more muted such that they didn't stand out immediately. His eyes and face were the definition of impassive, with a hint of Melancholy, though unmistakably one of their own.