Prologue

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CLANG

The sound of thrashing metal, steel against steel, filled the air. Crocea Mors bit into the sharp edge of the attacker's weapon, sparks flying into the cold night air. Jaune bit his lip, desperately trying to hold onto his block, racking his brain for an answer to the predicament he found himself in. His aura was low, his shield was halfway across the battlefield, and his only real striking weapon was locked in a block that he was slowly, but surely, losing control of. He had no time to find said answer, however, as his opponent slid their weapon out of the block, preparing for another strike.

A sideways swipe from the left. Block.

Shield bash from the front. Roll to the-

"Augh!"

Jaune felt his head hit the hard concrete. His vision blackened, the world seeming to fade out of existence. The edges of his sight were beset by the darkness, slowly creeping closer...

He heard his name being called, felt a soft, cushiony object suddenly lift his head up and cradle it. Slowly, his vision came back to him, and he saw the brown leather corset, the bright bronze circlet, the glistening emerald eyes. He suddenly felt the warm touch of hands on his head, holding it close, and the cushiony softness of bre-

Breasts.

His face was being shoved into a pair of breasts.

"Hey, uh Pyrrha... I'm fine, you know, y-you don't have to-"

"Jaune! Oh Oum, Jaune I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I mean I didn't want to hit you that... I should have-"

"Hey, I'm alright, ok?"

Jaune looked up at his partner's face, seeing the lines of worry that graced her brow. He smiled, and tried desperately to sit up, but his head was having none of it, and a sharp pain shot up his spine and into the base of his skull, eliciting a small gasp and a not-so-small groan. Pyrrha immediately moved to lay him down , but Jaune put his hand up in protest. Slowly, wordlessly, he positioned himself and got to his feet. Granted, the world was still spinning around him to some degree, but at least he could stand.

"I.. I believe we should cut practice short tonight, Jaune." Pyrrha moved to steady him with an arm, but Jaune gently shoved it aside.

"H-hey, it's fine, Pyrrha, honest. I.. I just wasn't expecting it is all!" He forced out a weak smile, hoping to quell her fear. It didn't work. Jaune's smile dropped, and he turned to grab Crocea Mors before the dizziness hit him again and he tripped, his feet tangling together and almost forcing him to the ground a second time. He looked back at Pyrrha, seeing her still very troubled by his state, and decided that cutting practice short just this once couldn't be that bad.

"You know, I think you're right, actually... Heh."

Pyrrha smiled, shaking her head, and walked over to the disoriented boy. Slowly, she helped him up, draping an arm over his shoulder to support him. Together, they walked back to the door that lead off the roof of one of Beacon's dormitories, picking up their discarded weapons along the way.

Neither of them noticed the faint, fragrant pink aura that was trailing Jaune as he walked.

Ok, well, this is actually my first story on this website. Hooray for milestones! I've actually been really hesitant to upload this because I'm unsure if my writing style is well-suited to humorous pieces of literature, but I thought, 'Hey, why the hell not?' so here it is. Please please PLEASE leave reviews, I'd very much like to tweak my writing style to make sure it's up to par. Thanks so much!

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