From a fic called "Boldores and Boomsticks" (RWBY/Pokemon: Sun/Moon)
Yang stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "Buddy, you've got no clue what you're bringing down on your head. When we get our hands on you, you're geography."
A sneer crossed Faba's face. "Idiot child, can't even get a simple threat right. The saying is 'you're history', you simpleton!"
"Nope," Yang said, entirely too calmly. "History gets remembered. You're just going to be part of the landscape.
Yang stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "Buddy, you've got no clue what you're bringing down on your head. When we get our hands on you, you're geography."
A sneer crossed Faba's face. "Idiot child, can't even get a simple threat right. The saying is 'you're history', you simpleton!"
"Nope," Yang said, entirely too calmly. "History gets remembered. You're just going to be part of the landscape.