what if RWBY has a crossover with Trenche warfare
what if RWBY has a crossover with Trenche warfare 1917 (from Britain point of view)
The mud clung to Ruby Rose like a second skin, the chill October wind biting through her crimson cape, a pathetically inadequate shield against the relentless barrage. No longer was she a huntress traversing emerald forests; she was a private in the King’s Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, somewhere in the desolate expanse of the Somme. The air, thick with the stench of cordite and decay, was a far cry from the sweet scent of cherry blossoms in Vale.
She’d arrived in Britain months ago, the portal a shimmering anomaly that spat her and her team – minus Blake, who’d remained mysteriously absent after the initial transport – onto the muddy shores of Kent. The British government, initially baffled, quickly recognized the potential of these “super-soldiers” – though they insisted on calling them “highly trained specialists.” Their aura-enhanced speed and combat prowess were deemed invaluable assets in the seemingly endless trench warfare.
Weiss Schnee, ever the pragmatist, adapted quickly, her semblance proving surprisingly effective in clearing sections of enemy trenches. Her Glyphs, initially designed for elegant combat maneuvers, now served to create makeshift fortifications and rapidly clear minefields. Yang Xiao Long, her normally boisterous spirit muted by the grim reality of the front lines, possessed a ferocious effectiveness with her gauntlets, her punches shattering enemy emplacements. Ren and Nora, their synchronized combat honed to deadly precision, were a terror to the German machine gun nests. But even their extraordinary abilities felt dwarfed by the sheer scale of the conflict.
This particular night, they were preparing for a major offensive. Ruby gripped her modified Crescent Rose, its scythe blade dull from repeated use against barbed wire and German soldiers. It was no longer a gleaming weapon of huntsman grace, but a battered tool of brutal survival, stained with mud and blood. She looked at the lines of exhausted, mud-caked men, many barely older than her, their faces etched with a weariness that went beyond physical exhaustion. They were haunted by the ghosts of their fallen comrades.
The whistle blew, a piercing shriek that sliced through the pre-dawn gloom. The earth trembled as a deafening barrage began, a monstrous symphony of destruction. Ruby, with her team, surged forward through the no-man’s-land, a chaotic ballet of gunfire and explosions. She moved with the grace honed over years of training, yet the cold reality of death was constant. A shell screamed overhead, and a young soldier beside her was reduced to a bloody mess. The horrifying normality of such scenes weighed heavily on her heart.
Weiss, using her semblance, created a path through a maze of barbed wire, while Yang tore through enemy positions with brutal efficiency. Ren and Nora, like a whirlwind of coordinated violence, neutralized a machine gun nest, their semblance allowing them to overwhelm the German defenders. But the fighting was relentless.
During a brief lull, amidst the rubble and corpses, Ruby found herself staring at a shattered photograph clutched in the lifeless hand of a young British soldier. A smiling family. The sight reminded her of her own family back in Remnant, a world that suddenly seemed light years away.
As the sun finally broke through the haze of battle, casting a pale light on the landscape of destruction, Ruby looked out over the newly conquered trench. The victory was hard-won, costly, but a victory nonetheless. Yet, the war, she knew, was far from over. The mud clung to her, the taste of blood was in her mouth. The huntress was lost, replaced by a hardened soldier fighting a war far older and grimmer than anything she’d ever faced. The crimson of her cape was now a testament not to a symbol of hope, but to the brutal reality of the Great War.
