Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or FMA:B. I shook Miles Luna's hand once and got a pic with Barbara Dunkleman but that's the closest I've come to the former.

Author's Note:

All right, all right, all right, time for a new story.

I'm lacking inspiration for my Harry Potter/Destiny crossover right now, so here's something new.

Our beloved Jaune Arc has found himself in Amestris just before Ed and Al train with Izumi Curtis. This is gonna be good.

Enjoy

The sharp screech of steel meeting steel rang out in the training arena of Central as a young man crossed swords with Führer-King Bradley.

"You're using the standard attacks." The King knocked the blades away and jumped away. "Use the unorthodox."

The young man ran forward and slid under Bradley's next attack and swung at the older man's knees only for him to jump out of range.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Control my central line." Bradley used his rapiers to bat aside the strikes that followed his statement until he was forced to the side by a downward strike followed by a strike from his left. "Good."

The young man, himself armed with a rapier and a bastard sword, rushed Bradley, his golden hair pulling back with the wind. His next flurry of blows had Bradley backpedal.

"That's it, destroy my focus." He sidestepped a thrust. "You're holding your rapier too tightly."

The young man yelped as the flat of Bradley's blade smacked his hand. His rapier fell from his hand into Bradley's swift grasp.

"And now too lightly." Bradley smiled as he offered the blade back to the young man. "Besides those few things, I have to say that you've been keeping up on your training, Jaune. I enjoyed that spar."

Jaune rubbed the back of his head as he accepted the blade into his gloved hands. "Thank you, sir. I still have a long way to go before I make it to your level."

Bradley chuckled. "Indeed you do. Don't be discouraged though. Had we just had this type of battle back when we first met, I wouldn't be surprised if you killed yourself in the effort."

Jaune groaned and hung his head. "I'm still decades behind you, sire. You don't have to rub it in."

Bradley threw his head back and laughed hard. "Oh, chin up, my young student. You've come a long way since that day three years ago." He glanced down at Jaune's gloved hands. "You'd probably do better if you didn't have those gloves on."

Jaune shrugged as he moved to one of the benches in the arena to where his brown overcoat lay next to his messenger bag of the same shade. "I suppose I'm just not as comfortable as my friends are with their limbs." He tipped his head down and his eyes were covered by the shadows. "Even after nearly six years here."

"You won't always have time to discard them in an ambush," Bradley said, his face set in a frown.

"I know, sir. I'll get over it. I promise." He gave the King a tight smile. "And an Arc never goes back on their word."

Bradley smirked as he passed Jaune on his way to the door. "Indeed." He paused as he came up to where his guards stood and turned back to Jaune. "Oh, one more thing."

The young man looked up at his mentor after he pulled his coat on and slung his bag over his shoulder in a way that wouldn't interfere with the sheaths on his back.

"Your young friends apparently just arrived in Central and are on their way to Colonel Mustang's office. Go say hello to them for me, will you."

Jaune saluted. "Yes, sir."

"On your way then, Bone Weaver Alchemist."

Decent intro? Thoughts and reviews are welcome.

Need your opinion though. I'll either work on a current-day chapter that happens just after this prologue or I'll post a flashback chapter that explains how Jaune gets to Amestris from Remnant. Which one should I do? First come, first serve and I'll post the flashback within the next two days or focus on the modern-day chapter that has him join Ed and Al as they hunt down Isaac McDougal, aka the Freezing Alchemist.

Looking forward to it.