Another chapter finished, and we've hit our halfway point. I know I had just placed Blake's chapter out no more than four days ago, but I got in the mood to write and this happened. Think of it as a Christmas gift (or seasons gift for those who do not celebrate Christmas) from me to you lovely readers.

"C'mon puke boy," she chuckled. "Your Aura easily sucked up most of that hit. Get back on your feet."

Jaune took a deep breath to regain some stamina, and then shot back to his feet and ran at Yang. The girl smirked and raised her hands - gauntlet free, thankfully - in preparation for his attack.

Jaune and Yang were borrowing one of the empty rooms reserved for battle practice. As of a month ago, Yang had become Jaune's hand-to-hand combat teacher. He had decided to ask Yang to teach him it for a number of reasons. He was still taking lessons with Pyrrha, but she was teaching him how to use his weapon better. That was useful, but Jaune had wanted to learn more; he wanted to learn how to fight if his weapon was to be knocked out of his hand. Pyrrha was a good combat teacher, but Jaune didn't feel she would be very good at hand-to-hand, and while he had approached Ren about teaching him his skills, Jaune quickly found that he was not ready for Ren's style of fighting. That had led him to Yang, who was one of the only person he knew who's weapon was practically apart of them. She had taken to it enthusiastically, which made Jaune happy at first, until he realized how brutal she was with her lessons.

Jaune raised his arm up and set it up for a hit, but Yang easily dodged it and kicked him on his back as he stumbled past, sending him to the ground. He released a pained groan, while Yang chuckled again, reaching down and lifting him up off the ground. She gave him a strong slap on the shoulder, and he almost toppled over from it.

"You're doing much better than two weeks ago," she congratulated. "That's progress."

"Thanks," Jaune responded with neutrality, catching his breath.

"You want one more round to attempt to get your manhood back?" Yang joked.

Jaune knew he should have said no: his body was hurting, his breathing was still gone, and he really didn't want to limp back to his room, but the thought of getting just one more practice in appealed greatly to the blond-haired boy, and so he nodded his head in agreement. Yang smiled and gave him another pat, just as strong as the last.

"Excellent!" she stated happily, walking over to the other side of the room. "Tell me when you're ready."

Jaune took a few minutes to let his Aura return his stamina and heal some bruises, before giving a nod to his sparring partner. Yang grinned and ran at the taller boy, her arms in position to strike. Jaune decided to go on the defense instead of the offense like he had in earlier fights, and used all of Yang's lessons (and a few of Pyrrha's lessons) for the oncoming attack. He dodged out of the way, stumbling backwards a bit but he didn't get hit. He quickly recovered and went in for a punch, but Yang saw it coming. She gripped his wrist and sent him flying over her body. He fell to the ground, but quickly righted himself and rolled out of the way before the girl could slam her fist into his face.

"See I knew you'd learn quickly," Yang commented before attempting to hit him with the heel of her boot.

Jaune caught the foot and used his strength to throw her off her feet. She landed on her back with an "oof", but recovered quickly and was on her feet, seeing from her peripheral vision that Jaune was doing the same thing. Smirking, the girl ran for Jaune, keeping her body low and curled while readying her arm. Jaune was still getting used to balancing again that the hit to his jaw was a surprise, sending him stumbling backwards.

"Owh," Jaune muttered, taking the time to rub his jaw.

"No whining," Yang warned, running at him again.

I'm really starting to regret agreeing to this, Jaune thought as he watched her advance towards him.

Jaune waited until the last second to duck, grab her by the legs and haul her over his body. Yang went with the movement in shock, and found herself landing on her back. Jaune, however, had used up too much energy, and he fell with her, landing on top of her. Had Jaune been less tired, he may have blushed a thousand times and sputtered incoherently, but at the moment he was tired, and all he wanted to do was catch his breath. Yang pushed him off, causing him to lie beside Yang. Instead of getting up, the other girl moved her head to be cushioned on Jaune's stomach, causing the blond boy to blush a little.

"That was fun, lady killer," Yang said, with closed eyes and a smile on her face. "You've improved greatly." She stretches her arms out dramatically with a loud yawn before resting them behind her head (still on Jaune's stomach). "Take five, yeah?"

Jaune weighed his options, and there was not a chance he'd get out of the situation without having to physically move Yang. Plus, he was too tired to do that, as well as leave. So he closed his eyes and let himself relax.

"Yeah."