V7 Evil Oz microfic:
Clovers gut twisted painfully as he planted his feet and held his hands up, sprayed open, his Aces flanking him.
“Qrow, it doesnt have to go like this.”
Across from him Qrow’s hand wavered near Harbingers hilt, emotions he couldn’t quite read crossing his eyes and pressed lips. Oscar… no, Ozpin, stood slightly behind him, face set in a glare. It was twisted and didn’t fit right on Oscar’s face.
“You need to get out of the way,” Ozpin demanded, “and let us do what needs to be done.”
“You’d destroy all of Atlas.” He protested, and he could see Qrow’s hand waver again, “your plan, it would doom everyone here.”
“Qrow, if they won’t get out of the way, remove them.”
His heart sank and his gut twisted a little more. Ozpin’s tone left little room for argument, and he knew how long Qrow had been loyal to him, trusted him. Ozpin was ordering Qrow to attack, to attack them, and while he was sure he and the Aces could take Qrow if they absolutely had to, they didn’t want to. He didn’t want to fight Qrow, and he couldn’t believe Qrow wanted to fight them. He was their friend. He was his…
“Oz, please,” something desperate underscored Qrow’s tone, “if we just explain to them…”
If they just explained… what? He and the aces would stand aside, let them destroy the kingdom for Ozpin’s plan? Qrow had to know they couldn’t do that.
“The time for explaining has come and gone. They had their chance. If they don’t move, remove them!”
This time Ozpin’s eyes flashed slightly, and a green glow swam along the floor from Ozpin’s staff to Qrow, twisting around his ankle before racing up his aura, a ripple of green where red should be.
Clover stiffened, and he knew he wasn’t the only one. Not the only one to see it, not the only one to fear what it meant. What Opzin had just done. What had he done?
Qrow drew Harbinger in a smooth motion, no ounce of hesitation. Steeled eyes locked on them, and he saw none of the familiar fondness or kindness or warmth or love that usually danced within them. Nothing but hardened determination.
Clover braced himself, mentally and physically.
Qrow surged forwards.












