Weiss was many things. She was prideful, beautiful, immaculate, and an untouchable ice queen. Of course, she would never describe herself as such things. No, these were merely labels others assigned to her already vast collection as the heiress of Schnee Dust Company. Perhaps, such labels would have bothered her in the past, but now she had support from her dolt of a leader and Team RWBY. All that aside, though, there was one thing Weiss was not.

Patient.

In this warzone of a cafeteria, her patience had run thin. Her head was throbbing, and no amount of massaging her temples helped. In fact, it may have been making it worse.

How did she even manage to get herself into such a situation?

Right. It was Ozpin.

It always came back to that enigmatic headmaster. He simply waltzed into the cafeteria and declared their next period was canceled, and that they were free to do as they pleased. That would have been fine and dandy, had one Yang Xiao-Long not been present.

But she was.

Thus, the cafeteria was thrown into a food fight which made the last one pale in comparison. Yang had declared war on everyone, ensuring no one would be safe from the devastation—not even her precious baby sister. On that note, Weiss peered out from under the table she had been hiding under to survey the scene.

The room was almost completely bare since her peers fled once Yang started on her rampage. Tables were flipped upside down, windows were shattered, and various trays and their contents littered the floor. Peeling her eyes away from the absolute mess, the heiress noticed Ruby imbedded in the ceiling.

Wait.

Blinking in rapid succession, Weiss wanted to believe her sight was failing her. It wasn't, though. Her leader truly was up there, reliant on the mercy of gravity. Weiss held her breath while observing her teammate, fearing any minute she would come crashing to the ground and seriously injure herself. None of that came to pass, however, as her sister must have made sure Ruby was secured.

Ignoring the unfathomable logic, Weiss let out a small sigh and surveyed the room, continuing to look for Yang. She saw Blake, who almost looked to be taking a cat-nap on the table if it weren't for the whiskers drawn on her, showing her partner's role in it. JNPR seemed to all be present in the corner; the two girls had their heads on their respective partner's shoulder, each with a small smile on their face.

It appeared Yang was at least somewhat kind for arranging them like that. Well, if you call knocking your friends out cold somewhat kind.

Weiss broke out into a cold sweat, unable to locate the crazed blonde. Where could she possibly…

"Above you, Princess!"

Having no time to think about where she could have been hiding, Weiss relied on her lightning quick reflexes to dodge out of the way. A second later and she would have been mince-meat.

Get it? Because Yang was fighting her with frozen chickens on her hands?

Oh, god. She was turning into Yang.

Her opponent flung the uncooked bird at her, snapping her out of her thoughts. Again, she barely managed to lunge out of the way. Noticing some slices of cheese on the tabletop to her left, Weiss scooped them up, prepared to do something she had never trained a day in her life for.

With as much precision as possible, the cheese slices were hurled like shuriken at the destroyer of the cafeteria. Surprisingly, they veered right toward Yang, forcing the girl to take evasive maneuvers.

Avoiding such a close call, Yang smirked. "Geez, Weiss! You almost took my arm off!"

Crap. That had kind of been what she was hoping for. Now, what could she do?

And that was when all hell broke loose.

A single strand of blonde hair fluttered to the ground, signifying one of her strikes must have scored a hit. For a second, Weiss felt a sense of accomplishment until her opponent's eyes flashed from violet to crimson.

The same color her blood would paint the walls after the blonde was through with her.

Unleashing a war-cry, Yang darted at Weiss faster than she could react. The frozen chicken neared her head as time seemed to crawl to a still. This would be the second occasion she would lose consciousness due to a food fight at school, which begged the question.

How come her Aura didn't protect her against food?

A.N.: Seriously, don't try this at home! I was researching using food as weapons, and apparently hard cheese has been used in place of cannonballs before. Also, a frozen chicken has been successfully used in a murder. So…

No wonder their Aura won't protect them!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and wouldn't remind reviewing. I don't have a set update schedule yet, but I hope to do it every Wednesday and Saturday.

Thanks!