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Ducking under the spar she rolled forward trying to get around her opponent. Climbing to her feet she waited. The sound of boots crunching against the snow under their feet was all the signal she needed. Spinning around she raised her hand a glyph appearing between them to block the spear. Tightening her grip on the dagger she jumped back flipping over the sword that would have impacted her back. Landing easily she lashed out her dagger scaping off his aura. He fell forward dropping out of his partner's way as the redhead stabbed forward the plain metal spear heading toward their opponent's chest.
Sidestepping she dodged the spear before stepping into her opponent's personal space. Her dagger skimmed across the other woman's vest causing her to stumble back. Dancing out of the way she avoided the sword strike coming from her left side. Retreating she panted her shoulders slumping slightly as the morning sun streamed down onto the roof they were fighting on. Watching them regroup she took a deep breathe her muscles tensing as she prepared to lunge forward against. Kicking off the ground she rushed forward swinging her dagger at her opponent's shield.
A hand closed around her hood yanking her back. Choking she dropped her dagger her hands flying up to clutch at her throat. Glaring back into brown eyes she stomped her foot down onto his. Rolling his eyes he released her not caring as she fell onto the ground.
"Good job kids," Aiden said mockingly easily sidestepping her attempt to hit him. Jaune sighed replacing the sword in the sheath at his waist while the shield refolded into a disk on his arm. Whipping the snow off his white jacket he kept his eyes on Pyrrha as the spear she was holding collapsed into a metal pole which she slipped into a holster on her back.
"we still need to get better," Weiss snapped pushing herself off the floor. Snow fell away from the black pants she wore as she shoved her dagger into place at her hip. Aiden paused staring at the woman while she worked to rid her self of the snow clinging to her. Patting down her sleeved arms she glared at the snow missing the warm weather already.
"You can't rush this Weiss," he told her softly. Turning her glare on him she stalked forward her gloved finger poking him in the chest.
"Every day we waste training is one more day my father is abusing my family legacy," she said harshly. Narrowing his eyes her grabbed her wrist and twisted. Dropping to her knees as he forced her arm behind her back she glared down at the floor her eyes watering.
"You cant take back anything on your knees," he scolded sending Jaune a warning look when the knight moved forward. Pyrrha gripped her lovers arm pulling him back slightly. Nodding to the woman Aiden returned his attention to the Heiress saying, "tell me, Weiss, what should you do now?"
Her hand closed around a fist full of snow the pain in her arm becoming almost unbearable. Biting her lip she kicked out behind her only to miss as he nimbly stepped out of reach. Collapsing further onto the roof she slammed her fist down. Feeling his fingers tap her neck she froze.
"Dead," he stated releasing the woman. Sitting up slowly she cradled her arm to her chest. Unable to meet his eyes she stared at the floor her short white hair obscuring her eyes. Aiden sighed running a hand through his hair, he felt slightly guilty but in his defense, the woman had been pushing him for almost two weeks. Kneeling he reached out tilting her chip up as he said, "Weiss we're going against murders. We can't afford to go rushing in, or would you rather allow your friends to die?"
"I'm not a child Kane," she snapped pushing herself up. He winced standing slowly as she began to pace. Her eyes were darkened with anger as she tried to hold herself back from attacking him. It wouldn't get her anywhere nor would she actually win against him. The arm she held to her chest was proof that not only was he stronger than her but he was willing to use that strength against her.
"Weiss, Aiden is right," Jaune said stepping into her path. His dark blue eyes filled with worry as he reached out to grip her shoulders. Meeting her eyes he said, "we can't rush in and expect things to go our way. Not when the council and your father control most of the city."
"But that's the problem isn't it," she snapped her anger driving her forward with the need to make them understand.
"Weiss-"
"No my father tainted the family legacy! He tried to kill us! I can't allow him to destroy everything my family worked to build," she snapped slapping his hands away from her. Dejected he watched her walk away slamming the roof door behind her. Pyrrha touched his shoulder gently.
"She's going to get herself killed," he whispered softly turning to stare into her warm green eyes. She still wasn't at full strength although she was getting there, so he didn't know what to do when Weiss wanted to push them past their limits. He could understand her frustration but he couldn't see why she didn't just trust them to help her.
"She blames herself," Aiden told him as the man began started toward the door, his hand rested on the handle for a moment as he turned back saying, "I'll talk to the ice queen, you two go pick up the weapons we ordered the other day."
"You're not going to hurt her or you," Jaune asked softly.
"I suggest you worry about yourself," Aiden said avoiding the question. Jaune winced stepping away from him slightly. Pyrrha gave her lover a worried look. Aiden sighed in defeat saying, "don't worry I won't hurt Weiss. On another note, Pyrrha let me know if you start feeling ill."
Nodding Pyrrha watched him go. She knew the man was worried about her health. On the trip to Atlas, he'd been watching her very closely. She listened to Jaune sigh before reaching up her fingers drifting over his cheeks as she pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He held her hand there pressing a kiss to the soft skin on her wrist. Standing there in silence they took a moment to just feel safe.
Weiss slammed the door to her room shut not caring if the hinges broke or not. Everything in the old safe house was falling apart anyway so what did one door matter. Pacing she resisted the urge to trash her room as she pulled the dark blue hooded vest over her head and tossed it onto her bed. Pain shot up her arm causing her to cry out as she practically fell onto the chair beside the window.
She wanted to be angry but she could understand where his words came from. She knew she was pushing too hard, but it didn't matter. Her father had to be taken down. She had to do this so she could go home. Would she even have a home to return to or would the woman who held her heart cast her aside?
Her heart ached for the warm embrace of Yang's arms as they lay awake in bed talking about trivial things. Wincing she leaned back against the window the cold glass anchoring her in reality. She'd chosen to leave Yang so that the blonde would be safe. In the end, her choices were just that, hers and no one else. When this was all over she'd find her again and beg for forgiveness but until that day she couldn't afford to be held down by useless guilt.
Curling up in the chair she tried to kick off her flats the shoes falling to the floor with a dull thud. For a moment she imagined that the sound must be the same as her heart made when she left Yang with only a letter. Hearing the door open she tensed shooting a glare at Aiden as he entered an ice pack held in his hand. Waving it in her direction he shut the door behind him.
"I'm surprised the rooms not destroyed," he said actually shock in his voice. Huffing she stood slowly using her good arm to push herself up. Seeing the way she angled her injured arm away from him he held out the ice pack as a peace offering saying, "in my defense you've been a bitch lately."
Snatching it from him she sat on the edge of her bed holding it to her wrist. Her eyes were on the worn wooden floor as he shifted on his feet slightly. Finally, her eyes met his the ice blue filled with anguish.
"I'm not going to apologize," she said calmly showing none of the anguish and anger she'd been feeling. He nodded accepting the words for what they were.
"If you continue pushing us away you might not have anyone left," he warned softly. He might have agreed to help her but leaving in the night would be easy.
"I," she started before looking away from him her hand clutching the ice pack tightly for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. She wasn't trying to push them away. Truly all she wanted was to get this over with quickly.
"Weiss listen, I don't know what you're going through," he said gaining her attention. Leaning back against the wall he waited until she rose her head to look at him before continuing, "leaving Yang was hard I get that, but you can't keep taking out this anger on the rest of us."
"I'm not trying to, I just want to get this over with," she told him as firmly as she could. When he simply stared at her with suspicious eyes she said, "I'll try to control my temper I promise."
Exhaling slowly Aiden nodded. He didn't quite believe her but there was nothing he could do to call her out on it. He could see the misery in her eyes and knew she was more irritated with herself than them. It was the only reason he hadn't left, yet he didn't know how much more he could take. He was an assassin, a doctor, but he did not once sign up to be her punching bag. Looking away from her he straightened saying, "see that you do or the next time you aim that anger at me I'll do more than twist your arm."
okay so this is the first chapter of book 2. What do you guys think? Did I make Weiss to strange? I wanted her to seem sort of depressed and angry at herself for leaving Yang. What are your opinions on the dynamics of the group? Also who would you rather read about next Yang or Adam?
