A/N: Ok, this is not related to the previous chapter if you're wondering, that one is still in the works. But this one is separate to the previos chapter yet ties in with the same universe if you understand what I mean.
A little context to this chapter, I've actually drawn a picture of Weiss kick boxing, I always picture Weiss as someone who used her feet more than her fists in a CQC fight and I like the idea of yang teaching them all to fight.
So yes, there will be more chapters like this where Yang teaches the rest of them
"Urgh I'm so bored!"
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"There's nothing to do! Why isn't there anything to do?!"
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"Urgh I'm sooo bore-"
"Yang repeating the same thing over and over isn't going to help." Blake cut in.
"But I aaam!" Yang rolled around on her bed, leaning over the edge to look down at her partner, who was reading a book, of course.
"So do something." Blake looked over the top of her book at her partner.
"What a great idea! I hadn't thought of that one!" Yang replied sarcastically.
Blake rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her book.
"Where's Ruby?"
"She helping the first years in the workshop remember?" Weiss answered.
"Oh yeah. Where's Winter?"
"Probably in class." Weiss said, irritation growing in her voice. "Go lift some weights or something."
"What's your issue?"
"I have none, I'm just offering you some suggestions so you'll leave us in peace and stop your consistent whining."
"Weights are boring though."
"Then punch something."
"I do that all the time."
"Then punch someone!"
"Nah, no one will spar with me."
"Then go for a run! I really do not care just get out or shut up!"
"I know!" Yang exclaimed, un-phased by Weiss' outbreak. "I'll teach someone how to punch."
"Wonderful idea." Weiss dead-panned.
"Starting with you!" Yang proclaimed, pulling Weiss off her bed.
"What?! Hey!?"
Yang jostled Weiss all the way in to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of shorts and a sports bra on her way before throwing them and Weiss into the bathroom and shutting the door. Yang held the door back as Weiss fought against the handle to pull it open.
"Yang Xia Long! Let me out this instance!"
"Sorry no can do. It's come to my attention that Weiss Schnee, heiress to the SDC, is incapable of throwing a proper punch and as her teammate it is my duty to correct this discrepancy and to do so I will teach you personally how to defend yourself without a weapon."
Yang exhaled after completing her rather, professional statement, there was a short silence as Weiss went through what Yang just said.
"Yang let me out!"
Blake had abandoned her book for the time being to watch the events play out.
"I'm not opening this door until you get changed and agree to come with me to the gym."
"I will not go down to that filthy, sweaty testosterone filled chamber! Especially with you!"
"Well after that I'm definitely not opening the door."
"Yang!"
"Get changed."
Silence for a short moment.
"What do you plan on doing?" Weiss asked.
"Nothing, I'm just going to show you the basics and such. Don't worry I'm not going to break any bones or anything. Besides I really am just helping you protect yourself."
Yang glanced over at Blake and winked at the faunas.
"Urgh! Fine!" Weiss relented.
"Good choice."
Yang heard the shuffling of clothes as Weiss got changed.
"What are you doing?" Blake asked.
"What do you mean? I just explained it I'm sure you heard."
"But why?"
"So she doesn't get into trouble without her sword."
"She has glyphs." Blake stated.
"Still," Yang replied turning back to the door, "It's good to be prepared."
"Yang?" Weiss called.
"Yeah?"
"This bra is too big, can you get me my sports tank please?"
Yang could practically see the blush on the heiress' face through the wooden door.
"Oh right, sorry." Yang barely managed to stifle her laugh.
"Ok, so just how much do you know about hand to hand combat?"
Weiss and Yang were standing next to a punching bag hanging from the roof against a track bolted to the roof. They were standing in the local dorm gym, unfortunately for Weiss it wasn't empty, but it wasn't full either, there were a few boys and girls scattered around the weights and cardio equipment.
The sparing section that contained a boxing ring and all the punching and kicking equipment was empty save for Weiss and Yang, although the others could still see them.
Weiss was having a hard time rendering the fact that Yang had practically forced her to come down her with her, all for the purpose of 'helping her'. Weiss was sure Yang just wanted an excuse to make more fun of her.
"Weiss? What do you know?" Yang repeated.
"Uh, not much." Weiss confessed, flexing her fingers in the gloves that currently shielded them.
"Can you punch?"
"Punch? I think everyone can punch." Weiss stated.
"You'd be surprised." Yang muttered. "Show me." Yang nodded to the boxing bag and stepped away.
Weiss looked between the bag and Yang.
"C'mon!" Yang urged.
'This is ridiculous!'
Weiss took her stance, something similar to what she was used to with Myrtenaster in her hand, and threw her fist forward.
Thump.
Weiss looked back at Yang after her hand came away from the bag.
"Again."
Weiss looked at her.
"If you don't mind."
Weiss grumbled but complied.
Thump!
"Try with your right hand."
Weiss complied, shifting on her feet before shooting her right arm forward into the bag, her fist just touching its rubbery surface.
"No no, that's no good."
"What? Why not?" Weiss lowered her arms as Yang approached her.
"You gotta turn into the punch, someone like you is already lacking in great amounts of strength-"
"Excuse me!?"
"Don't argue." Yang replied sternly, lifted Weiss hands back into position. "But when you turn into your punch, you're putting all your weight behind it, making for a much more powerful hit. Look."
Yang stood in front of the bag on the adjacent side to Weiss, mimicked her stance and threw her right hand straight out.
"This is you." Yang repeated it.
"Now notice the difference." Yang punched again, this time pulling her arm back before turning her body forward as her fist moved through the air toward its target.
Opposed to the first punch that let out a soft smacking sound, this one let out a louder, satisfying clap that bounced around the walls around them, the bag itself rocking back against the force.
"See the difference?" Yang asked.
"Yes I do."
"Good, now give it a shot yourself."
Weiss reluctantly took her stance back up, feeling Yang's gaze on her as she shifted her footing. She ran the motion through her mind first, imagining her hips turning in time with her fist, feeling how her weight would move behind the punch and cause her fist to slam into the bag with what she hoped would be a satisfying smack.
With a soft grunt Weiss pulled her arm back before twisting her hips forward along with the punch, her gloved hand slammed into the bag with a louder smack then the first time, also unlike her first attempt her fist didn't just reach the bag, she had more than enough reach for the full force of her fist to hit the bag. Weiss was a little upset that the bag didn't swing as much as when Yang punched it, but she reminded herself that Yang was a freakishly strong brawler with years of practice under her belt and then felt a bit better about herself.
"Good. Feel the difference?"
Weiss nodded.
"Try it again."
Weiss did, another soft grunt escaping her lips as she forced her body forward with the punch.
"Now try a left, right, left." Yang commanded.
Weiss took a slight moment to understand the request before acting it out.
Three smacks right after each other, the second louder than the rest, the combo setting the bag into a slight swinging motion.
"See, your second punch is delayed, which is understandable given your experience. But eventually we'll have to make the combo much more fluid and quicker while keeping the power behind it."
"Wait, what do you mean eventually?"
"What did you think this was a one off thing?" Yang chuckled. "Weiss I might be a good fighter but no matter how good I am you're not going to learn in a single lesson."
"But I don't want to learn!" Weiss complained.
"But I want you to."
"Why? Why is this so important to you?" Weiss asked.
"Because if you're with my sister, or even if you're not, I don't want anyone to be hurt because nobody taught them how to fight without a weapon. Is that a good enough reason Weiss?"
Weiss was a little taken aback, she had honestly believed there was no real reason for Yang locking her in the bathroom and forcing her to come down here, she least expected the blonde to do something like this. Then again, when Weiss thought about it, it was definitely something Yang would do, the blonde may be a nuisance, but she was one of the most caring people Weiss had met, she was the mother figure in their team.
"Y-yes. That's actually a really good reason. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so-"
"It's fine. Just promise me you'll actually try." Yang asked.
Weiss sighed, "I promise."
"Good, now try the combo again."
One week passed since the white and yellow duo had their first training session, Ruby was surprised that Weiss had actually accepted to let Yang teach her, none of them told her Yang locked her in the bathroom.
Weiss had improved in the week that passed, clocking in about eleven hours of practice, she was bound to have some sort of improvement. The heiress felt the change in her arms herself, the day after the first session she walked around with stiff arms for two whole days, although she tried to hide it Yang knew she would be hurting. After the third session her arms stopped hurting and she noticed a build-up of tougher muscle in her arms and shoulders, and if she was honest it made her smile when she looked in the mirror.
Yang had shown her a couple of different combos, a few more complex ones and she even introduced Weiss to the concept of using her elbows, and at the end of the first week Weiss managed to speed up most of her combos while keeping the accuracy and power just as Yang had asked her to do.
But even with all this improvement, something was nagging at Yang. Sure the girl could punch now, and it was a good punch if Yang was honest, but something told her that all this punching business wasn't working for the heiress. Maybe it has something to do with the Schnee's personality and how she hated getting her hands dirty, so Yang decided she didn't need to use her hands.
"New plan today!" Yang proclaimed as the approached the boxing bag, dropping Weiss' bag onto the nearest bench.
"New plan?"
"Yep."
"In what sense?" Weiss asked, pulling her gloves on.
"Weiss, level with me. Do you like punching?"
"Excuse me?" Weiss raised an eyebrow.
"Punching, do you really like it? Be honest, does it feel weird in anyway?"
Weiss looked at her teammate for a moment.
"Uhm, I suppose if I was being honest, I guess it feels a bit strange. But that's just because I'm so used to using a rapier." Weiss explained.
Yang shook her head, her golden locks swaying behind her.
"No I don't think it is."
"Wha-"
"But that's ok, because we're going to try something new."
"Uhm, ok-ay…"
"Kicking! Weiss you ever kicked before?"
"Kicking?" For some reason the idea was more appealing to Weiss than throwing her fists around.
"Yes kicking. I've seen you fight, you're very flexible, kicking someone in the head should be easy for you. And maybe using your legs instead of your hands could be safer for you, you don't want to let someone get too close to you and over power you, being a small lady and all, so keeping them at bay with your feet may be an advantage, especially with those heels you wear."
Weiss just blinked, she gave up trying to ask questions a while ago.
"So, now I'm going to teach you how to move those legs in the best kind of way. Take that any way you want, but either way we're putting those slim legs of yours into good use."
Yang moved and stood beside Weiss, taking up her stance with her left hand forward like Weiss would usually do.
"Try and follow me, if you can't let me know okay?"
"Uh, yeah."
"We'll start with a simple turning kick, which shouldn't be too hard for with your excellent balance and flexibility. It goes a bit like this."
In one fluid, quick motion Yang pivoted on her front foot, turning her body anti-clockwise as her foot come around and she leant back, giving her foot higher reach as it slammed into the top half of the boxing bag, a loud smack sounded through the room. Yang brought her foot back around and looked over her shoulder at Weiss.
"Uhm, can you do that again, a little slower." Weiss asked a little sheepishly.
Yang smiled, she had hit the nail on the head with this one.
Not only did Weiss know how to put her hands to good use, now she knew what to do with her feet if the occasion ever arose. Yang didn't halt the boxing classes completely, after Weiss got the hang of using her lower body, coming to terms with the reach it provided and learning the different types of kicks and the advantages they offered and how to couple them all together effectively and skilfully and Yang thought she was comfortable with herself, she started mixing the two classes together. Turning Weiss into a mix of a Tae Kwon Do fighter, a boxer and a Muay Thai fighter, a bit like Yang herself.
After another couple of weeks of more training under the careful eye of Yang Xia Long, Weiss got to the stage where she was confident enough in her own ability to walk down to the gym on her own and practice without the blonde watching over her for the whole hour or so.
Yang didn't know Weiss was clocking in the extra hours until she walked past her one afternoon after a class with Port and noticed the heiress was sweating and out of breath.
"Weiss?"
"Yang! Oh hello!" Weiss almost spat out the water she had just drank from her bottle, which she was now nervously hiding behind her back.
"Were you- were you training?" Yang asked, a smile turning the corners of her lips.
"Training? Well I guess, if you call hitting a sand bag training." Weiss answered sheepishly, fiddling with her towel.
"You have too! I knew you'd like it!" Yang shoved Weiss rather boyishly in the shoulder.
"Please, I don't 'like' it. When I commit to something I just give it a hundred percent." Weiss stated.
"Uh huh, sure. Don't think I'll be slacking off on you just because you're doing extra though." Yang stated.
"I don't except you to, nor do I want you to."
The two of them started walking back to the dorm together.
"I think Ruby is getting jealous though." Weiss stated.
"About what?" Yang asked.
"That I'm spending more time with you." Weiss took another sip from her bottle.
"Is that so?" Yang grinned, "Maybe we can fix that."
"Change of plans!" Yang announced as she walked into the gym and moved toward Weiss who was already engaging the boxing bag with a series of punches followed by two elbow strikes then a knee strike followed by a push kick that sent the bag swinging wildly back and forth.
"Again? What now? My head? I've run out of body parts to fight with."
"Oh that's debatable." Yang stated. "But that's not what I mean."
Weiss watched the blonde walk past her and climb into the boxing ring, ducking under the huge rubber fencing.
"Front and centre!" Yang shouted with a grin.
Weiss looked around her as if Yang was talking to someone else.
"Weiss." Yang dead-panned.
Weiss wiped the sweat off her face with her towel before climbing into the ring.
"Nice ass." Yang commented with an enormous grin as Weiss bent over.
"Yang!" Weiss squealed, straightening up as quick as she could and turning red as she looked to see if anyone heard.
"What? It's a compliment."
"It's crude, don't do it. What are we doing up here anyway?"
Yang smiled and lifted her arms up in front of her, taking her fighting stance.
"It's been, what? Almost three months? I think it's time I tested your skill first hand."
"You want to spar?" Weiss asked.
"What? Scared?" Yang taunted.
"No." Weiss took up her stance. "I'm just glad to hit something other than a hanging bag."
A/N: DON'T WORRY! THIS IS ONLY PART ONE, THE FIGHT WILL BE NEXT CHAPTER. I'm just really tired, it's 10:30 pm and I have to wake up at 6:40 am tomorrow lol. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
