I think this is the one time I wish I wasn't on Summer Vacation, and not because I'm bored!
Disclaimer: Power Rangers Jungle Fury is owned by Saban, RWBY by Rooster Teeth, the OC is mine.
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The shockwave of their fists colliding would be felt throughout the Emerald Forest, startling what few creatures in the areas into a frenzied course of noise as the two fighters simply smiled at one another before leaping back and assessing one another's abilities quietly. The blonde brawler raising an eyebrow as she watched her dark-coated opponent try and shake some blood flow back into his hand. "Ya know, you should really wear gloves if you're going to get into fighting seriously." She would give him a cheeky wink as she retracted her Ember Celica into wristlets and assume her stance once again, her mind thinking back to the barrage he'd let out upon a Beowulf a few minutes ago and wondering if he was baiting her. "There, a sporting chance for the Man in Black." Yang would watch as her opponent's expression changed from a grimace of pain to a knowing smirk, she could feel her own sense of elation bubbling up in her chest as he took a step forward.
"If I were you I would have kept the gauntlets, at least then it would have made for a more interesting fight." The raven-haired teen would rush forward to meet the well-endowed pugilist, his movements mimicking those of the Master he had abandoned by lashing out with rapid Tiger Palm strikes which were easily parried and deflected by his admittedly lovely opponent, he would quickly lash out with a kick to her midsection before rolling back. "Remember your training: Tiger Style is fierce but quick, the spirit relies on your inner strength, dig deep and show this woman the Strength of a Tiger!" His eyes would shimmer red briefly before leading back in with heavier palm strikes, growling as they were repelled once more and barely dodging a counter-strike from the blonde before trying to counter back again with a kick once again but the lilac-eyed Huntress wasn't one to fall for the same trick twice and would respond quickly by grabbing his leg and tossing him into the air before giving him a spin kick to his back and watching him tumble back against a nearby tree.
"Are you sure you're not bullshitting me with this half-baked fighting style? I mean that kind of crap might work well against the Grimm but they're only so smart after all." Yang would sigh dejectedly as she let her tense muscles finally relax, watching as the young man she had been fighting struggled back to his feet. "Don't get me wrong dude, I can feel the force of your blows when we fight and you definitely pack a wallop. But there's no heart behind them, it's like you're fighting someone else and I'm just the stand in for who you're really mad at."
Roujiro would grimace in a mixture of pain and frustration as he punched the ground and his mind began flashing back to his time at the Academy under the tutelage of a man named Casey Rhodes, the name alone causing his current frustration to boil into full-on rage as he recalled the early days of his Pai Zhua training.
"You have to learn to focus Roujiro, you have the ability to become a great Tiger Spirit user like your grandfather and father before you." He could feel his teacher's supportive hand upon his shoulder as the raven-haired young man tried to reach inside himself and find the animal spirit that would guide him throughout his training, as well as the rest of his life as yet another purveyor of the Kurisame family's Tiger lineage. "Feel the Tiger's courage bringing you strength, feel it's roar rising up through your chest." There was indeed a roar fighting and clawing to escape the confines of his body, but memory would fade back into reality as Roujiro finally let loose and felt the spirit of his Dragon charging forth into the night sky as he rose back to a more fluid fighting stance and watching as his blonde bombshell of an opponent stood across from his with mouth agape.
"Holy shit…that was…what the fuck was that?!" She would watch as the guy who seemed to be on the ropes of their impromptu sparring session was now back on his feet and looking ready for round two, even his stance seemed to have shifted from what her father would describe as a "furious tiger" to something fluid and calm. "Seriously man, how the heck did you do that?" Yang raised her eyebrow in curiosity as he removed the heavy black trench coat and set it on a nearby branch before resuming his stance, this time a slight blush adorning his cheeks and causing the blonde to smile as she assumed her own stance. If there was one thing that a girl like her was used to, it was dealing with the infatuations of little boys who had no chance at getting with her but damn did she enjoy entertaining their little fantasies.
At least the ones who kept theirs in good taste, there was no way that she was about to go traipsing around in the same realm where Fifty Shades of Gray existed.
"Alright, I see where this is going. Just don't get mad when I knock your head out of the gutter!" Her eyes would flash red before charging forward with a battle cry as she started laying in blows with her fists, feeling that the brute force she had laid in earlier would continue to carry her to a victory over this strange boy. "Come on now tell me you're going to do more than block and parry-" her friendly bantering would be stopped cold as she found her fist being grabbed tightly before feeling her legs being taken out from under her and dry heaving as his fist made contact with her gut.
"I really should be thanking you right now Miss, your little spiel helped me snap out of a pretty laid-in mindset." Roujiro would take a calming breath as he waited for the golden-maned beauty to get back to a battle-ready position as he felt the familiar pulse of his Dragon spirit coiling around him protectively, having guided his hand towards taking the Fang of Dai Shi for himself, escaping the confines of the Academy, and as he would eventually come to learn: escaping the entirety of Ocean Bluff itself. "The Tiger Style was my family's lineage, my Master's lineage, but it sure as Hell won't be mine! I ride the winds of freedom, and there's not a damn thing that's going to hold me back ever again!" A gust of wind seemed to blow as if to agree with his sentiment, the blonde was now ready to fight once again as she popped her knuckles audibly even as her eyes flashed red with a quickly unbinding rage as all pretense of a friendly fight were now thrown out the window.
"That's a cute little story, but it's about as tacky as the characters in one of Blake's books." The wristlets would form back into the golden gauntlets from before, snarling as she threw a vicious right cross augmented by the audible sound of a shotgun blast as the incendiary Dust Round missed her target by inches as the heat from the shot singed his cheek before he hopped back and quickly processed just how dangerous the situation had now become. "Now why don't we cut the bullshit and get around to dancing pretty boy!" Yang would rush in to deliver another flurry of blows even as he continued to parry and back step away from her even as his expression became one of mirth, finally catching her fist in one hand and side-stepping her next blow before tripping her up once again while giving her a little bow.
"I'd be more than happy to dance, so long as I get to lead the way sweetheart." Roujiro would grin sheepishly as he watched the blonde get back to her feet as her expression seemingly became more obscured by fury, letting out an indignant roar as a fiery yellow aura surrounded her body and her lovely yellow locks became a burning mane all its own. His expression quickly melting into one of apprehension.
"Me and my big mouth."
Casey would be facing his own quarrels as he stood in the training area face to face with a winded but still furious Morgan as she guzzled down a battle of water, he noticed that the tension in her shoulders had yet to leave her body despite the training period having long ended. "Morgan, I've noticed that you're training harder than usual and have already blown through a good chunk of your lessons and for that I couldn't be prouder." He knew he had to tread the next bit of this conversation carefully, she may have become even more of an apt pupil since her former partner had gone AWOL but with the heightened focus came a very thin tolerance for criticism. "But even the greatest of masters often find time to balance a little bit of levity along with a hard day's training, and to be honest there are some of us who miss your spirited pranks from back in the day." The Tiger Master would give a lighthearted smile as the young woman finished the water bottle and looked at him with the ghost of a smile in response, his words seemed to have broken through her hardened exterior as she spun the empty plastic bottle in her hand.
"Ya know Master Casey, you're a wonderful teacher and a well-versed Master of all things Tiger style." Morgan would let out a girlish laugh while waiting for him to drop his guard as she gripped the bottle a little tighter before tossing it up into the air and going to punch the more experienced man, nonplussed when she found herself striking thin air before lashing out with her other hand and feeling it striking his Tiger Palm as she spun away to avoid reprisal. "But as a Panther style user, it's just not really resonating with me, but you're probably already used to that given how well things ended with you and your last pupil." The raven-haired young woman would keep a composed stance even as the Master clenched and unclenched his fists in agitation, but any frustration he was currently feeling paled in comparison to the fury she had festering in her own heart at her partner's betrayal. "We were supposed to make it through training together, be Masters of our own styles and lead the way to a new path, just like Master RJ did with Wolf Style!" She would snarl as she laid in a series of hard strikes only for Casey to swat her blows aside before countering with a Tiger Palm to the chest and then restraining her in a wrist lock as Morgan tried to force her way free, finally succeeding when she rammed the back of her head against his nose and landed a spin kick to his face before starting to walk away. "You're lucky I can't just up and "poof" out of Ocean Bluff like Roji, but rest assured that the next time you hold back on me because I'm your pupil…" Letting her threat hang in midair she would stroll back to her room and leave Casey to ponder the situation laid out before him.
"Great. I've got one student who decided to steal a mystical artifact and then find a way to another dimension because he was having an identity crisis due to family expectations. And another who's throwing a temper tantrum because of it!" He was flummoxed at just how bad his track record as a Master was turning out, clearly there was something about being a teacher that he had yet to grasp beyond teaching students how to fight. "No sense in sitting around here going over this in my head, sometimes the best way to learn about being a Master is to ask another Master." Casey knew of only one person that he could easily track down and ask about this current conundrum, and after patching up his wounds as well as he could would begin making his way to the city of Ocean Bluff and hoped that today wasn't one of RJ's rare days off.
Roujiro knew he was in trouble the moment that she had growled at his calling her "sweetheart", his feet now moving as fast as they could carry him as she fired round after round in his direction as he hopped off a tree stump into the lowest branch of nearby tree just as said branch exploded into splinters. "JEEZUS!" The dark-haired young man would continue to leap from branch to branch, trying to think up a plan of attack as the raging blonde snarled angrily below him as she tried to look for him as her eyes continued to flash a furious red as he silently felt some relief at her inability to locate him. "Who knew that calling a woman "sweetheart" would end up with me on the run from a batshit crazy yet admittedly hot blonde? Mom and Dad always made it look like a term of endearment." He knew that the right thing to do was to tap into his instincts and let the Dragon Spirit's wisdom guide his hand once again, but there was something about this woman that was calling to his inner spirit and that a win by technique alone wouldn't be enough to stoke the fire that was building within. "Fuck it, if I'm going down then I might as well do it like a man!" Determined to follow through with his crazy plan before common sense had a chance to kick in and provide clarity, he would draw the Fang of Dai Shi from its holster and slam it into the tree and start sliding down while tearing a long strip of tree bark as he did.
"HEY BLONDIE! WHY DON'T YOU GET THAT LUSCIOUS ASS BACK HERE SO WE CAN GET IT ON!" The dark-haired man would take a moment to mutter a quick prayer to the Masters on the Other Side before tightening his grip on the dagger, she was sure to come racing at him off of that one remark but he needed her to come at him with all of her strength. "OR WE CAN ACTUALLY FIGHT!" He would gulp upon hearing a very angry scream from not too far away from him she was based on the volume of her scream, her golden mane was the first thing that would catch his eye and would very well have been the last thing had he not rolled out of the way while taking a precautionary slash at her shoulder.
Yang was already furious at being called sweetheart, she enjoyed toying with the hormone-obsessed idiots that roamed their halls and were easy to shut down if that happened to get too hands-on with her. "Who does this goofball think he is, I know how good-looking I am but describing me like a piece of meat is crossing the-" Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she noticed the first few strands of gold on the edge of his dagger, she hesitantly looked back to see more strands fallen beside her and seeing nothing but a crimson curtain of unyielding rage as the brawler looked upon her opponent turned prey who seemed cool as a cucumber despite not knowing that he had just signed his own death certificate by going after her hair.
"GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" With that last primal shout, the two of them would battle without restraint as punches were thrown, neither side willing to give an inch despite the damage being dealt to each other and their animal spirits roaring in defiance even as Huntress and Martial Artist continued to fight in a frenzy. "You just had to go after my hair didn't you, you filthy piece of-" Her last word would be cut off by a shot to the face, only to feel her Semblance kick in and bolster her strength even further as she grinned malevolently and headbutted the bridge of his nose as hard as she could and watched on as he reeled back in agony before running her hand through her hair and feeling her anger bubble up anew as she stepped up to his wounded form.
"Don't even bother TRYING to apologize, your punishment's only just beginning!" Her beautiful visage and playful teasing were now a thing of the past as she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him to his feet, not expecting his own eyes to flash red for a moment before turning a steel grey. "Seems like you've still got some fight left in you, good to know that I still have the option to beat you unconscious." The blonde would look the young punk up and down, noticing that his wounds weren't healing at all even as he tried to break free of her grip. "Why isn't your Aura kicking in, I KNOW I didn't hit you that hard!" She would wait for his response, her body literally quaking with pent up anger as he lifted up his weaponless hand and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek.
"What's. Aura?"
Yeah, not much to say here..i'm tired AND hungry!
Ta-ta for now