The Final Battle
"Jaune Arc stood in front of Cinder Fall. His armor was in pieces lying on the ground and he was covered in sweat while she was lying on ground, her clothes were ripped apart and also covered in sweat. She stared at him, waiting for him to act, waiting for him to finally do it.
Jaune slowly stumbled towards Cinder's dirt covered, but still beautiful form on the ground before him. He sank to the ground in front of her, they looked each other in the eyes, they stared at each other for a while until Jaune finally took out his family sword.
Cinder's gaze fell upon his long, hard sword. It was indeed a beautiful weapon and this beautiful, long, hard sword would now penetrate her. She tried to mentally prepare herself for what was to come, but this was the first time this happened to her.
The tip of Jaune's sword slowly sank into her, it hurt, but she didn't make a sound. Jaune Arc smiled and began to thrust more of his sword into her and she finally started moan. It bled, this was the first time someone penetrated Cinder Fall, no one ever managed to get near enough.
Jaune pushed his family sword all the way inside her and then quickly pulled it out again, Cinder allowed a yelp to escape her lips.
Then his long, hard sword went into her again just for him to pull it out once again. His sword entered her and then he pulled it out again, and again, and again, and again.
Even now, she was beautiful, even though her hair was messed up, even though her clothes were ripped apart, even though he kept penetrating her, she was still beautiful.
Jaune kept pushing his long, hard sword into Cinder's beautiful body and she would moan every single time. He could feel his body starting to burn, he could feel her body starting to burn. He could feel it, she was hotter than ever before. Cinder's flames were wrapped around both of them, Jaune could see the fire in her eyes shining brighter than ever before.
And then the final thrust, for one last time Jaune sunk his beautiful, long, hard and beloved family sword into Cinder Fall. For a moment it seemed like they had become one. Cinder screamed, Jaune screamed, they both screamed. He collapsed on top of her and they just laid there while the fire in both of them slowly faded away.
And that was how Jaune Arc, the hero of the second battle of Fort Castle, defeated Cinder Fall, the Witch of Mistral."
Blake closed her book, The Final Battle. A great book, it told the story of her and her friends fighting the last loyalists of Salem, it had an especially wonderful depiction of Jaune Arc, she held back a tear, thinking about him still brought her pain. This book truly was art.
"What do you think, Sweety?"
Blake looked at her cute little daughter whose reddened cheeks started to make her worry.
"Sweety, are you ok?"
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"Oh no, your nose is bleeding!"