Yatsu wiped his eyes and looked around. “How are we doing?”

Velvet assessed the battlefield with him. Fox was dancing just within reach of his crab, the smallest of the group. It had only one claw; the other jutted out of the sand beside them, neatly severed. Whenever the crab snapped its remaining claw at the lithe, red-haired teen, Fox dodged and slashed at the limb with his bladed tonfas.

“At least Fox is having fun,” Velvet said.

- RWBY: After the Fall, Prologue