Lana Rain_raven-branwen-makes-you-submit--rwby.mp4 May 2026

: Realizing that defiance against a Maiden-level threat is certain death, you lower your head. Raven shears a small lock of your hair with the tip of her blade—a symbolic gesture of her ownership over your fate.

: To emphasize her point, she draws Omen , her rotary katana. The blade hums as she switches to a Lightning Dust crystal, sparks dancing along the steel. She doesn't need to strike; the sheer pressure of her Aura is enough to make the air feel heavy, forcing you to your knees. Lana Rain_Raven-Branwen-Makes-You-Submit--RWBY.mp4

The air in the tent is thick with the scent of pine and ozone. sits upon her makeshift throne, her crimson mask resting on the table beside her. She doesn’t look angry; she looks disappointed, which is far more dangerous. : Realizing that defiance against a Maiden-level threat