The ship names for each chapter is located at the bottom, just names I thought of.

Summary: Jaune get's paired up with an unfavorable opponent for Goodwitch's class.


"Jaune Arc."

The aforementioned blonde felt his jaw hang open upon hearing his name. No no no no no no, this couldn't be happening. Him? Against her!? Does she WANT to see him humiliated? Closing his jaw upon hearing his name repeated, the blonde resigned to his fate with a sigh and stood up.

This is gonna suck.

"Come on, Vomit Boy. I promise I'll go easy on ya." His opponent grinned. The Arc only nodded before entering the arena and drawing his blade, Crocea Mors' blade reflected the spotlight over their heads as he took on his battle stance.

'Step forward, bend knees, arms up and forward, head low.' He recited mentally. This stance wasn't the one Pyrrha taught him, rather it was something he thought of himself. He was proud that his knees weren't buckling at the sight of his opponent getting ready. Her blonde hair swaying as she put her arms up.

Jaune jogged forward, his shield infront. A flurry of strikes like what he used against that Ursa won't do any good against someone like Yang.

He wanted to test the waters.

She wanted to jump right in.

His opponent bolted towards him, her fist poised to strike. Three punches landed on his shield, hook, hook, straight, stopping his advance and sending him back. He followed her movements from above his shield. He was at a disadvantage since he couldn't see her feet so he had a smaller time frame to react to her sidesteps. Her attacks were quick but they packed a punch. But she was indeed holding back since she wasn't shooting.

He continued to take the brunt of her attacks, unable to counter due to the rate of her blows. He wasn't going to win if all he did was block, he needed to strike. He blocked a straight, step back, swing down. He missed but he redirected his swing to give room for his shield to go front again.

*Pow*

A kick reached his shoulder, whilst it lacked the power to send him flying it still hurt and his shield arm was starting to get tired. A particularly powerful punch caused him to lose his footing and send him staggering back. Yang followed it up with an uppercut to his chest plate and another straight to send him to the floor.

'That's my cue to stop blocking then.'

With a shout, the knight charged, his shield at his side and his blade ready to swing. A flurry of strikes but none had hit his opponent, every single one was either blocked or evaded. Straight, kick, kick, upward kick to the chin but somehow the Arc had recovered quickly from the last attack and bashed his shield against her before following it up with two consecutive strikes. Jaune blocked one of her punches while pushing forward, causing Yang to stagger before he connected with another slash.

A golden strand flew, hell burst out from the stage and Glynda had to fix a Jaune shaped crater on the arena floor.

The Arc woke up in the infirmary, his head still reeling from the smash he just received. Apparently, that smash was enough to send his aura to the red zone.

To be honest he was surprised he didn't break anything. The brawler usually had enough strength to punch a guy like him 60 feet under, at least he thinks.

"Feeling better?"

Jaune looked to the source of the voice to find the person who sent him here in the first place. He saw the concern that gleamed in her lilac eyes, earning a small but embarrassed smile from him.

"Nothing my Aura can't handle." He jokingly flexed his arm as if to prove a point but he dropped it once he saw the concern began to mix with guilt. Why as he can see it now and never noticed emotions in eyes before? He doesn't know.

"I am sorry Jaune, I didn't mean to...I just lo-" Jaune gave her the universal signal to stop talking.

"I understand, I've been around you enough to know what happens and stop being dramatic. It's not like you crippled me for life or anything, I am perfectly healthy now." He assured her. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the full truth either. He didn't suffer anything major but he was far from healthy.

Yang could only smile at the knight's disposition. It had been a while since she hurt a friend and last time it broke their friendship beyond salvation and now she did it again but he had taken it all in stride.

Oum bless his heart...and his Aura.

And apparently Oum was blessing her heart as well, why else was her heart getting warmer.


Ship Sailed: Golden