It hadn’t taken too long for things to get blown out of proportion after Neo BODY SLAMMED Roman through a table, his Neo joined the fight not a moment sooner, swinging her advanced-looking version of Hush at Neo’s head. Neo simply jumped upon the outstretched weapon, giving said counterpart a view of her legs before she was kicked in the face and landed onto a table full of Roam’s Henchmen, who only now started to get in the fight.

*Glass Shatter SFX* The glass box shattered, raining shards down on the regulars, people screamed as others rushed to join the fight. Fou’s body flew over them all and landed safely in the DJ’s both, said DJ’s took offence to this and pulled out his Tommy gun, only to get drop-kicked to the floor and knocked out from his own gun.

The music came to a scratching halt as Fou pulled out a specially pre-pared Mixtape, he slotted into the device and set the loop and play on. Drums started banging over the speaks shortly followed by an electric guitar, Neo’s own voice came across the speaks with sultry glee.

(Bitch in black, white, and pink… Hard as stone)

Fou leaped to the box, his back left paw in the air, aiming straight for a henchman, he knocked the man into a table destroying both his face and the table's surface, rebounding off that he landed into neo’s arms as the Goon’s rushed her.

(Need no friends, work alone…  Four on one, but you should've sent Five)

A couple of his goons Helped Roman up as he nursed his growing headache. “Ugh… Kill the fangirl, the animal and the weird faunus will you?” Roman ordered them.

(Every time you stand up, you're back on the bed)

“Oh Roman… you just made this so munch worse for you.” Neo giggled in glee, She pointed at the goons like she was Jotaro with Star Platnium. “Scrungo? Fuck THEM and the tables up!” She whispered, Fou gave a delightful smile and a salute before he jumped into a backflip and built up speed in the air like her was sonic, Neo bated at his falling body with her Hush and sent him flung into the crowd of henchmen where he proceeded to fly around like a ping-pong ball and knock them over like they were bowling pins.

(A lick in the **** and a suck to the ***) Appropriate beeps happened over saucy parts of the song.

With each person Fou launched into, he sent them flying into a table, decimating the population of wood in the second floor, leaving the henchman in a puddle of pain.

(Get it on, girls, or you're gonna get dead)

Fou barely registered Blake mentioning something about a recording to Neo as she dodged both Her counterpart and Roman while stealing his hat for herself. Fou continued to deviate the enemy forces like a wild Bay blade spinning through the air, every time he landed he jumped, a few being sent into the wall and into others. And then Neo’s voice started rapping, and he couldn’t help but quietly sing along to himself.

“Cinder Fall beat down, Adam Taurus dead and drown, Arthur Watts castigate, Tyrian Callows flagellate, Bitch slap Apathy, Lancers dead, see? Leonardo is a fucking mess, Little Miss Malachite in great duress, Caroline is on her knees, Mercury? Bitch please. Mike and Marty worst day ever, Roman not much better, Dr. Merlot in a stranglehold, Emerald's corpse is getting cold, Bleeding time for old Salem, Shay D. Mann not so lucky, Floyd could use a four-leaf clover, Hazel, it is almost over, Pick up Junior and slam 'em, Call the meds for Sienna, Robyn has been destroyed, Ditto that for Creeps, Nevermore should have brought a friend, Carmine's at her end-” Fou’s speed was decreasing, and he solves that problem with liberal application 2-gauge shells to a man’s knees, Kneecaps are a privilege after all.

“MY KNEES” The man yelled as he gestured to his knee that was in great pain but was saved by his aura, Fou continued to sing along as he picked up speed from the sheer knock back for of his shotgun Excalibur.

“Corsac, crash and burn, Fennec, point of no return, Fiona's underneath a bus, King Taijitu's really fucked, Jacques and James, Give it up, your time is over, Trifa, cancel all appointments, Goliaths, we've got your ointments, Geists don't stand a chance, Joanna needs a change of pants, Tock, you cannot not surmount, White Fang-does that even count?-” Fou straight dropped kicked an Op out the broken window and onto the shards of glass on the floor. “-Sea Feilong, you're such a whiner, Centinels, eat my dust, Cenitaur is a total bust.”

From there, things had certainly gotten out of hand by that point. The fight escalated and all of Junior’s men got involved, Blake had joined, though she was still keeping her attention on Neo and Fou as they made EVERY effort to break tables and Bones.

Fou’s weapon had continued to changed, Desert eagles and shotgun’s to AR-15’s and scythes, chains sprouting from all around, leaving people shackled to the ground. Though they didn’t forget Roman and the other Neo, they consistently blocked both from leaving as they repeatedly smacked them into the fight, or blocked escape routes with giant fuck off weapons to block.

Roman even had a chandelier dropped on him by Fou while Neo kept using her athletics and acrobatics to slip behind her other self and solely slap her on her jiggly ass after stealing the advanced Hush.

(But if you fuck with Neo)

The other Neo Scowled in frustration as she attempted to not blush, trying to use her semblance and loose neo. Though as soon as she turned around to get Roman off the floor, she came face to face with Neo, who was using the same Semblance, right before another slap to her in the butt once again from another Neo clone, which sent her into Neo’s waiting arms.

(If you fuck with Neo)

Fou saw his current ‘Masta’ hold her other self in a princess carry and continued to brake kneecaps and hands with a crowbar he got from one of the henchman, he drop-kicked another goon which Neo expertly back-dashed to avoid getting hit by him, he crash-landed into a bar and had ten’s of bottles land on his face knocking teeth out of his mouth.

(If you fuck with Neo, you'll be on your knees for sure)

Junior finally rushed from the door, and with one last, fucking table, Fou quickly kicked the mahogany table. “Scrungo, progress?” Neo called out, “We read no more tables, Madam!” He nodded in pride of his work, the groans of goons all around him.

(Motherfucker)

“Great!” Neo sound chipper, the song just ending, “Mind carrying guyliner there? Hands are full here.” Neo asked, her eyebrows becoming a wave as she squeezed her counterpart in various places.

“Yeah!” Fou replied before biting the bottom of Roman’s leg pant and pulling him along as he mumbled about everything going on, his head hitting each and every step as they walked to the entrance.

Blake had slipped away in the middle of the fight, but rejoined them now at the front entrance, Neo gave her an inquisitive look, to which Blake simple pointed to the five-foot pile of goons behind her. All of them stacked on a single, now broken, table.

“You did good, Blake….” Fou ignored them as he continued to drag roman across the floor, a pillow now strapped to his head to stop his headache becoming worse. They all walked out to the street before Neo turned to her other self.

“Lead us to your nearest hideaway, will you?” Neo asked the other, her hand gesturing to down the street. The other, flustered and confused, slowly nodded and started to lead the way with her scroll, handing them directions.

Fou didn’t pay attention beside dragging the groaning body of Roman across the floor, his clothes getting more and more roughed and dirty as they walked on, his head hitting poles, but the impact was taken by the pillow.

After 10 minutes of dragon roman by his pant leg, which was almost ripped apart by his strength, they arrived to a place Neo found familiar. Walking inside, Fou tossed the now conscious Roman “Woa- Oof” onto the couch as the Other Neo was set down.

Now having everyone seated in the room, Roman took a moment to sit up and remove the duct taped pillow from his head, “Urgh… Did you need to be so, Rough?” he practically snapped out at Neo and Fou. “You and that…” He started at the small menacing for of Fou, his eyes daring him to continue that train of thought.

“... Nevermind.” He thought better of saying something that he couldn’t take back, “I only sort of heard what you said on the way.” His legs swung over the edge, and he now sat straight up and stretching, wincing at the pain in his everything. “You mentioned another Remnant and being able to free us from Fire Bitch?” He leaned back into the couch, arm draped on the back as he crossed his legs. All that was missing was a cigar.

He sighed after his question, feeling a bit depressed at seeing Neo wear his hat, and looking better in it, to boot!

‘I would rather we just grab Cinder bitch tonight.’ Fou sat on his back legs with his front crossed in a classic bouncer hold. “Oh good, you paid attention.” Neo said, condescending-like, with a smile on her face. “I’d explain the details, but I want to grab Cinder tonight.” She instantly locked-in at the mention of Cinder, mirroring Fou’s own thoughts.

“Oh no. We’re familiar with the alternate Remnant crap. It’s just…” Roman start off strong, but he hesitated as he gestured to all of Neo, not his own 3.0 counterpart. “You don't look like that twisted version of Neo here.” He gestured to his partner in crime. “So I thought you were some meddling fan or something…” He explained, a troubled look on his face as he rubbed his chin in thought a second. He saw Neo’s expression tense up further at the mention of the Grimmverse Neo. He patted himself down for his lighter.

“Of course there’s a Grimm Neo.” She said with a look of thought as Roman found the emergency cigar he stored in the couch, lighting it up he took a drag before blowing it to the ceiling. “I still have to see how bad off they are…” she sighed while Blake threw a look of concern to her.

Fou jumped onto the armrest and cut the end off Roman’s cigar, he grunted in displeasure, ‘At least it’s the cheap nicotine kind.’ he thought to himself as Fou’s pen-opener of a sword broke into blue motes of life.

“I’ll deal with after I nab Cinder.” Neo perked right back up with a shrug and caught Fou out of the air from a backflip and put him gently on her head, “So, where is she?” Neo asked with a grin that sent shivers down both of vale’s criminal cream of the crop spines, Fou’s own enhancing it further as shadows covered their eyes.

A/N Time.

Let me level with you all, I’ve had some SCATHING review posted on places like FF.net… and it’s really hurtful.

I know, I’m not the pinnacle of writing, nor am I that good… but I’m trying my best, so if you’re going to leave a scathing review.

CAN YOU AT LEAST ADD VALID CRITICISM SO I CAN GET FEEDBACK AND IMPROVE!?

Like god, DAMN, I get it, you don’t gotta shove it in my face! That's the thing about writing, though! That when you start writing, it's going to be BAAAAAD.

And so will the second thing you write.

And so will the third.

And so will the fourth.

And so on and so forth.

You keep to the grind stone, and you keep writing, that's how you get better, by practising, like anything else you gotta hit that grind.

And having feedback from others on what you can do better?

That's awesome!

And it makes the whole thing easier!

So please, think about how your review might make someone feel, and question if you actually have anything worthwhile to add that might help them improve.