RWBY FanFiction

Chapter 8

"Training is an important part of any successful teams agenda. As well as being a part of a good breakfast. In short, training is the breakfast of Champions, boys! And that's what we are! So let's grab ourselves a grand sized helping and go to town!" Dylan shouted in excitement.

It had been a few days since Dylan's almost instantaneous recovery from his head cold and Team DLTC was back and ready for action! It was 9:00 in the morning on Saturday and Dylan had woken them all up to get ready for a day of training. They all wore white tank tops with shorts the color of their insignias.

Tristen yawned and stretched his arms. "Can't we train later, like around lunchtime?"

"I'm with Tristen," Lorenzo said drowsily.

"We can't operate like this, we're too tired,"

"ZZZZZZZZZZ" Cheo stood in place, put was clearly more than half asleep. Dylan grabbed his megaphone and placed it by his ear.

"WAKE UP GREENIE!"

Cheo jumped and hopped around, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, looking in every direction in a panic.

"What happened?" his eyes locked with Dylan's megaphone, and then him.

"Never. Do that. Again," he said with a death glare. Dylan put his hands up in surrender.

"Fair enough," he threw the megaphone away.

"Alright! C'mon guys! If we all work together, we can complete this whole regiment in time to hit the showers before lunch!" Tristen's head snapped up suddenly.

"Wait… as in… the training showers?" he asked.

"Yeah," Dylan said without a second thought. "Why?"

"Like… the training showers with the thin little wall between the girls and boys shower area?" Cheo's attention was caught as well.

"Yeah…" Dylan said, beginning to get the idea. "Why…" he asked again.

"And…" Cheo began.

"Don't the girls finish P.E. right before lunch?"

"Yeah," Dylan said.

"…"

Tristen and Cheo stood upright and at attention, fully awake and ready for action. They both spoke in unison;

"LETS GET THIS TRAINING SESSION DONE A.S.A.P.!" Dylan face palmed.

"Seriously guys, everything doesn't have to be about girls…" Dylan's mind did begin to wander to thoughts of what would happen if someone's weapon malfunctioned and the wall was destroyed.

"Although… that's not necessarily a bad thing…" he thought with a stupid grin on his face. Lorenzo brought a strong punch down onto his head.

"OWW!" he exclaimed.

"The training regiment," Lorenzo reminded him.

"Right!" Dylan unfolded his paper and began to explain all the details. If they timed things perfectly, then they'd be able to use all the facilities for training equally and manage to get to the showers all before lunch. Tristen and Cheo were pumped and ready, Dylan was excited, and Lorenzo was ecstatic.

"Okay! Everyone got it?"

"Yes sir!" Tristen and Cheo said.

"Roger," Lorenzo said.

"Alrighty then troops! Move OUT!" Dylan shouted. They took off in all different directions across the track field and let the warm morning sunshine melt with the wind, as if mother nature herself was encouraging them to continue onwards.

Dylan started by running laps around the field, holding a timer in his hands to make sure he was improving. Lorenzo strapped on several weights to his arms and legs and began to fight against a dummy, boosting every kind of physical strength he had. Tristen grabbed a jump rope and spun it as fast as he could, letting his feet just tap the ground as he ran in place, determined not to fall. Cheo had grabbed a large hundred pound weight and strapped it to his scythe's handle. He did basic strikes with it, although with that strength he could easily bulldoze a building.

Hours went by of the four of them switching stations of exercise until they met up again at the finish line of the track field. Dylan finished his final lap and sat down exhausted, sweat dripping from his body.

"Woo, woo, woo! That's a good burn…" he muttered. Lorenzo, Tristen and Cheo all gathered around him and sat down, panting and sighing from the last few hours.

"So coach," Cheo began to rasp from his breath.

"Can we hit the showers?"

"Yeah," Dylan said, lying on his back, completely out of it.

"Let's do just that," Cheo and Tristen high fived and began to walk over to the showers area.

"Hey," Lorenzo asked Dylan as he helped him up.

"Did you tell them they re-enforced that wall ever since that incident with that Nate guy?"

Dylan smiled maliciously. "If I did they wouldn't be awake right now,"

"Cold," Lorenzo said.

"Cold,"

And as Tristen and Cheo entered the showers, never before had two Freshmen been so let down in their lives.

During lunch time…

Teams DLTC, RWBY, and JNPR were all sitting together at lunch, enjoying their meals while listening to Nora go on about some crazy story with Ren correcting her every other sentence.

"And that's how the Genie rescued the panthers of Avalon from the Sea Witch!"

"That's how Nora saved a kitten from falling into a lobster tank," Ren corrected.

DLTC stared in awe at the entire story.

"Wow, that was really intricate storytelling Nora," Dylan said in shock.

"Was the dance number in the middle really necessary?" Tristen asked.

"I thought it was pretty cool!" Jaune said.

"It was very entertaining Nora," Pyrrha said with a chuckle.

Gylnda's voice could be heard over the P.A.

"Attention students, the new training grounds outside the Mess Hall have officially been re-renovated. They are now available for your training usage,"

Ruby locked eyes with Jaune.

"Race you to the weapons lockers?"

"I…" WOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHH. Before Jaune could even answer Ruby dashed off using her semblance.

"Hey! No Fair!" he shouted, running after her.

"Wait up Ruby!" Yang shouted running after her. Weiss sighed in annoyance and chased after her teammates. Ren and Nora followed their leader with Pyrrha on his heels. Team DLTC turned their heads simultaneously to Blake, who just sat there, her mind absorbed in the book.

"…Aren't you gonna…" Lorenzo began.

"Give it a minute," Blake said without looking up.

They listened for a second, then a loud thudding noise could be heard, alongside the sound of a rocket locker taking off. Pyrrha shouted;

"JAUNE!" Blake shut her book and stood up.

"And… of course he slid into my locker…" she hopped onto the table and ran out of the mess hall.

DLTC looked at each other once the other teams had left. They all nodded and pulled their weapons out from under the table. If anyone was going to break in the new training grounds, it was gonna be them. They forked down their remaining food and ran outside immediately. No one was there yet.

Perfect. The training grounds were grey clay flooring down on the grass, with white chalk lines making a large circle in the center of the grounds. With another smaller white circle inside it, and one long line going down the court, severing it into two halves. A tear went down Lorenzo's face.

"It's… beautiful…" he sobbed a bit with joy.

"Alright, enough emotion, let's get fighting!" Dylan shouted.

"I'll take some of that action," an unknown voice spoke from behind them.

They turned to see a large man, he was easily 6 foot 6 inches in height and his muscles were no joke. He had short silver, slightly spiked hair, and he wore dress pants, and a white button up shirt along with loafers.

"Whoa! We're fighting a battle here governor… not debating taxes," Dylan said sarcastically.

"I know," he spoke regally, like a dignified prince.

"But your friend over there isn't exactly dressed for a fight either," he said pointing to Lorenzo.

"I dress to impress, mainly myself, but I still dress to impress," he said proudly showing off his outfit, which was just the same as the first day they'd met. In fact, all of team DLTC was wearing the clothes they wore on Day 1 of Beacon.

"How about a four on one? The four of you, Versus me," he said proudly.

"Big talk," Tristen said, pulling out his shotgun and cocking it.

"But can he back it up?" Cheo finished, pulling out his pole and turning it into his scythe.

"We'll see," Dylan said unsheathing his katana and pulling out his gun.

"We'll see indeed," Lorenzo finished, grabbing Highwind and aiming it at him.

The man stood on one side of the arena, while team DLTC stood on the other. By this time, many of the students from the Mess Hall had gathered around, whether they had weapons or not didn't matter, they were about to witness a BIG one sided fight.

"Whenever you're ready," the man said.

"Go!" Dylan shouted. The four of them rushed him all at once. Dylan raised his katana and turned his gun to its sword form, ready to dual wield slice him. Cheo held his scythe to the side ready for a vicious side swipe. Tristen cocked his shotgun and aimed it straight at him. And Lorenzo built up and air blast on the tip of his spear, ready to be unleashed. While the man raised his left arm and prepped his back hand.

SSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

All at once, all four members of Team DLTC flew back and hit the ground. Dropping their weapons, slamming against the unforgiving clay surface without moving at all. A collective gasp filled the crowd around the arena, it was brutal. The Dylan slowly got to his feet, dizzy and uncoordinated from the blow. The crowd gasped again, this time for a whole new reason.

"He stood up!" one guys said in awe.

"How is that possible?" another girl said.

"Last guy that got hit like that was sent to the Intensive Care Unit!" (I.C.U.)

"This is crazy!"

"That was awesome!"

The crowd was now a mix of confusion, caught between shock and amazement. Teams RWBY and JNPR had both made their ways into the crowd and witnessed what was going on. Pyrrha put her hand to her mouth in shock.

"Oh no," she uttered. The others from the teams looked on in awe at what was happening. The man approached Dylan and he got to his feet. He stood right in front of him, lumbering over him.

"Who are you?" Dylan asked wearily.

"My name is Sigurd Alpha," he said.

"Second Year, weaponless fighter, and better than your pathetic little team," he spoke no longer in a dignified tone, but instead condescendingly from a man full of pride. He flicked Dylan's head lightly and he fell on his back with a CRACK. He was unconscious like the rest of his team.

"Someone get a teacher!" Ren spoke up.

"They need a medic!" Ruby shouted.

"Everyone quit standing around, get them help!" Weiss shouted.

Sigurd stepped out of the arena and walked away with an arrogant smile on his face, with it quickly returning to his charming dignified one.

Last thing any of the members of Team DLTC remembered was Teams JNPR and RWBY crowding around them to get them to the infirmary.