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The Calm…

Part II

The Guan Yu Arena was always active with students, training and struggling in its many rings of combat. Affectionately referred to as 'The Forge' by students and alumni to Beacon, generations of huntsmen left the rings of the area better than they were before.

However, the sounds of battle today were distracted and halfhearted, the students more interested at a certain visitor rather than their adversary. The interest they felt was a reciprocal one.

In between team RWBY and Pyrrha was Genos, jotting down notes at a frightening quick pace as he took in the many battles unfolding around him. Their weapons, their styles, their powers all seemed to match their personalities to an uncanny degree.

He supposed that it should be no surprise that they referred to their powers as a semblance.

However, there was one individual that Genos couldn't quite figure out. He could not quite place his method of combat, nor what his special ability was. Unless being used as a blunt weapon against your ally could be considered a method of combat.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Genos asked.

"No," Ruby said frankly. "It's just how Jaune is."

"…Interesting."

Weaving, drifting, and dancing through swings of hammer and screaming Jaune, it was clear that Ren sought to overcome through through skill rather than strength. Genos sketched Ren's movements down into his notebook, watching intently as he slid under spinning Nora before suddenly stopping, and launching himself from the ground up at Nora's legs, seeking to sweep her.

Every action he took was based in thought and planning. Ren reminded Genos of old master Bang.

Jaune on the other hand, somehow reminded him of Lisenceless Rider. If Liscenceless Rider screamed more.

Several sweeping kicks stuck Nora repeatedly across her knees. Though each impact was loud enough to reverberate through the gym, Nora continued grinning and responded by slamming her hammer down to ward off Ren.

Flipping backwards, Ren readied himself in a crouched position, ready to renew his assault from a different angle. Unfortunately, Nora had already anticipated his course of action and plotted accordingly.

"Cleavage blast!" Nora roared. reaching down her shirt with a sadistic grin and pulled out a round mass of pancakes that constituted her cleavage.

Ren sighed.

Jaune screamed.

The mess of pancakes exploded across the floor causing Ren skid in a hopeless attempt to find some friction.

"Jaune bolt!" Nora declared grabbing one of Jaune's leg with both her hands before rearing him back.

"Nora! Wait!" Jaune begged. "I'll get motion si—"

Nora flung Jaune at Ren with glee. "JAUNE! BOLT!"

With a terrified cry, Jaune collided back first into Ren's face, causing them both to tumble out of the ring. Ren would have recovered and continued the battle, but Jaune's awkward flailing brought on by motion sickness resulted in Ren's head getting slapped repeatedly before they both landed outside the ring in a heap.

Swallowing spit to resist throwing up, Jaune turned to look at Ren. "I—ugh—I did better this time right."

Ren just looked straight up at the ceiling. "Get off of me."

"Nora wins!" Nora gleefully bellowed, raising both fists to the air.

"Is that what a round in the tournament looks like?" Genos asked.

Pyrrha chuckled. "Only when Nora is involved."

Scribbling down Nora's stance of victory Genos found himself intrigued. "Are you allowed to use your teammate as a weapon?"

"Well," Ruby said, "Jaune did yell for a teamwork attack—"

"HEY!"

Ruby and Genos turned to look at Nora with one hand on her waist and the other stuffing the remains of her pancake cleavage back down her shirt. "I see you down there doing the chitting and the chatting, but none of the fighting fighting! I came here to have a cleavage brawl with a robot!"

Ruby blinked. "He's a cyborg."

Nora pointed her hammer at Genos. "Silly Ruby, it's the same thing! What's the big idea then? You roll on down here before the Queen of Hammers and suddenly you're a book robot now? That's the worst kind of robot? I ask this of you, sir: where is your honor? Where is your dignity? Where. Is. Your. Cleavage?"

"What." said Weiss.

Genos stared at Nora for a moment before turning around to pull out his makeshift mound before attaching it to his chest. "Here."

"What," said Pyrrha, unprepared.

Nora's eyes grew misty she nodded in an appreciation. "I knew we were kindred spirits. Now get up here and let's brawl cleavage buddy."

Genos placed his notebook down. "What are the rules for the tournament."

Unable to contain her glee at possibly watching a Genos-Nora rumble, Ruby fired out, "Soyoucan'tpunchheruntilsheexplodesbutalmostiftheauragetsredyouwinifyoufalloutshewinsohyesthisishappeingwoooooo!"

"You lose by falling out, when your aura gets into the red, or by disqualification. No outside assistance. That's about it." Blake translated for Ruby.

"I see," Genos said. "Aura is your personal shielding correct."

Blake nodded. "As long as you don't keep hitting her after she goes into the red, you'll be fine."

With a boost from his legs, Genos leapt far above Nora before landing behind her. Genos set his incinerators as low as he could. The objective was investigation not annihilation.

Yang grinned. "Ten lien on the new guy."

Nora turned fiercely and threw a chit at Yang. "Ten lien on Nora!"

"Isn't it usually illegal to bet on yourself?" Weiss asked.

Pyrrha picked up the chit, "I think this might be Ren's."

Said person wandered back over to the seats, dragging Jaune on the ground behind him.

"What's happening now?" Ren asked.

Yang pointed to the stage.

Ren sighed. "Why does the cyborg have cleavage too?"

"Kindred spirit smash!" Nora answered waving her hammer joyously.

Ren shook his head. "Ten lien on Nora."

"I believe she already bet on her for you," Pyrrha said.

"Of course she did."

Back on the stage Nora loaded grenades into her hammer as the fighting across all the other rings stopped, the other combatants now more interested in learning of Genos's true capabilities than their own battles.

"I would like to do an in depth analysis of your hammer after this," Genos said. "I am fascinated by its design."

Nora smirked. "You don't need to wait that long. I'll show you now!"

She fired.

…

"So what's your name Captain?"

"Lieutenant."

Qrow breathed in deep to fake his surprise. "You look like a Captain to me."

Within metal plating and hardened plastic insulation. high tech screens and members of the Atlesian navy were both at work. This was a odd contrast to a sighing Ironwood, Saitama picking his nose, and Qrow failing to flirt with the airship's pilot.

"Are you insinuating that I am old?" the pilot asked with an insulted expression.

"No," Qrow said, "but you do look mature. A woman as compared to a girl."

A smile threatened to emerge on the pilot's face. "That…was terrible."

Qrow smirked. "Can't fault me for trying. So what's your name anyway."

"Lieutenant."

"Alright then Lieutenant-Lieutenant, I got a question for you."

"What."

Qrow leaned in next to her and drug his hand through his hair. "Is your skirt really approved by Atlas."

Rolling her eyes, the pilot jerked the controls slightly causing Qrow to slam nose first into the edge of her seat.

"Unexpected turbulence General," the pilot announced. "It should clear up soon."

Ironwood smiled. "I expected it will."

"So," Saitama asked. "What are we supposed to be doing up here again?"

"Well if either of you bothered to listen to me on the way here, we are supposed to be scouting out the area around the outskirts of the city. Altas is increasing the security perimeter of the festival and to ensure the safety of the citizens and students, we are going to make sure that there are no surprises out in the…the," Ironwood gave the savaged and badly repaired Forever Fall a distasteful frown. "…where the Forever Fall used to be."

"Yeah and your toy ships are supposed to keep them safe," Qrow said rubbing his nose. "You really think that they are going to just march out of the woods?"

"I think that there is a good possibility they might if we stop watching them," Ironwood said. "The Grimm aren't just animals Qrow. You know that."

Qrow scoffed. "And you know the real enemy here isn't the Grimm. There are infiltrators here working against us. Are your Atlas ships equipped to fight hidden wars as well?"

"If we don't give them any openings there won't be a need too?"

"If you don't give them openings?" Qrow laughed insultingly. "You are guarding one massive opening."

"We have guards stationed all over Beacon. We have new mechs deployed for the very purpose of keeping the festival safe. If someone wants to attack us from the inside, they damn well better be hiding an army under the city."

"That's your best defense?" Qrow asked. "Guards and machines. Why you're a genius General. Absolutely no one else would have thought of bringing in more personnel. I mean, beyond all the possible blunders, the fearmongering, and how you backstabbed Oz to get this spot, nothing could be better than your cunning little defense."

Popping was heard as Ironwood clenched his fists. "You are going to choose your next few words very carefully Qrow. What I did for the festival, and whatever you think I did to Ozpin, I did for the good of this Kingdom."

Qrow met Ironwood's furious eyes with a sneer of his own. "Well damn, Jimmy…now I don't know whether to pity you for being so damn delusional or get even more pissed off that a blind imbecile is in charge of our defenses."

Ironwood slammed his fist against the metallic interior of the ships inner hull leaving an imprint of his fist while his face remained blank. The caged rage in his eyes told a different story.

Qrow calmly drew his flask and downed a drink. "What're you gonna do General? It would be unprofessional to hit a guest aboard your ship. That's what you're all about right? Protocol."

"Protocol dictates that all impediments to the objective be removed."

Qrow smirked. "You sure you can do that alone General. Impediments might be a bit hard for you to deal with alone. Call specialist Schnee back and so you can screw this up with backup."

The distance between them disappeared, Ironwood's eyes found themselves mere inches away from Qrow's. In that moment, there was nothing that the General wanted more than to tear that insulting smirk off Qrow's face.

Beside the two, the staff aboard the bridge of the ship nervously attempted to continue about their business like nothing was happening. The awkward clearing of throats began as the Atlesian navy did their best to keep their façade of professionalism even as they felt a brawl about to develop on their bridge.

"So what about the lesson plan," Saitama asked.

The tension snapped.

"You're asking about that," Ironwood sighed, "Now?"

"When else?" Saitama asked. "If I don't ask now you two will be too busy having your pointless fight over who is more stupid."

Qrow and Ironwood broke their mutual glare to look at Saitama.

"Pointless," they both asked simultaneously, before sending the other a dirty look for the stolen response.

"Yeah. Both of you are supposed to be defenders of citizens, but all you two seem to do is argue about who is more wrong."

"He's an idiot who can't understanding the bigger picture!"

"He's a drunk who doesn't see what's at stake!"

They resumed their glare.

Saitama shook his head. "You two are like children."

"He's being a child," Ironwood and Qrow accused at the same time. Their mutual glare intensified.

Beside Saitama the Pilot faked a cough to hide her smile.

"I don't get the problem." Walking over from the widow towards the danger zone that inhabited Ironwood and Qrow, Saitama wondered if Ozpin knew that placing them all aboard this ship would cause such a ruckus. "You two are supposed to be heroes for the festival."

"Huntsman and military pawn," Qrow spat. "That's all we are. Don't get that confused with hero."

"You protect the people," Saitama said, "that makes you heroes."

Qrow rolled his eyes. "You actually believe that?"

"Yes."

Surprised. Qrow did not expect that. "Huh. You're a naive fool. I didn't take you for one."

"If either of you two won't accept the title then who will?" Saitama asked. "Heroes don't need to agree, or even like each other, they just need to protect the people. And not waste their time of trivial matters."

Reluctantly breaking his glare away from Ironwood again, Qrow shook his head. "Look, I don't know how things worked on your world, but here if we fail, if we waste any of our resources, if we misjudge where the treat is, an entire city can fall. You ever watch a city fall before?"

"Yes," Saitama admitted. "Several. One recently was destroyed."

"That was rhetorica—" Qrow choked. "Wait, what?"

Ironwood's eyebrow rose unexpectedly as his jaw dropped slightly. As unlikely as it was, it seemed that he and Qrow were in agreement.

…

In her exhilaration and excitement, Ren could see that Nora was incapable of understanding how outclassed she was. But knowing Nora, it wouldn't have matter either way; robo-fight would have been the first and only thought in her mind.

Her hammer marked the ground where Genos once was, filling the room with the sound of impact and flooding the air with force. Without missing a beat, Nora tracked Genos's position far above her, moving further and further away towards the other side of the ring.

If he thought he was going to get away that easily, he was a very silly cyborg.

Firing a grenade straight down on the ground, Nora accepted the slight cost that her aura had to pay to allow her follow her quarry. Soaring through the air and firing several more shots, each exploding in quick succession intensifying her velocity, Nora came after Genos like a beast upon a helpless lamb.

He boosted to the side. Nora went right past him.

If Ren was trying to master fluidity in combat, then Nora would be the composer of a storm of absolute chaos. Unfortunately for her, she seemed to often confuse herself as one of the notes as well, writing herself into her own narrative as she recklessly chased after Genos with abandon.

Crashing more than landing back into the ring hammer first, Nora pouted at the fleet figure that kept evading her. Genos was a slippery target, but there was a cure for that. A wicked expression of delight came over Nora.

Her hammer shifted and the barrel of her grenade launcher found itself at work again.

Firing explosives everywhere, Nora laughed as a shower of shrapnel and concussive grenade came down on Genos. However, what was a few seconds for Nora was almost hours for the adjustable perception that was his augmented mind. Within his own reality of thought, it took him a near instant before he discerned what type of grenades through his vision.

He launched himself at the grenades as a response.

For the first time in a long time, Nora blinked at another in confusion.

Catching each of the grenades and knocking them away from him and back at Nora, Genos began his own counteroffensive. Tossing the grenades at Nora several at a time, Nora deflected a few, but some went off around her knocking her backwards and forcing her into a defensive.

"What's to the only way to fight explosions," Nora asked herself as more of her Grenades went off around her. "….MORE EXPLOSIONS!"

And so Nora began her counter-counteroffensive against Genos by shooting more grenades at her own grenades.

It was a rather spectacular devastation. Force met force met fire in a cascade of fireworks that would have leveled a hill and made a hole.

"Guys," Jaune asked, "who's losing right now."

"The ring," Ren replied.

As the smoke and dust from the broken ring began to fade, to figures still stood. Nora fired one more grenade through the smoke.

Genos caught it in his hand and began to squeeze down on it. A few seconds later, smoke rose out from between Genos's fingers.

"Alright," Yang said, "that was pretty cool."

Undeterred by the ineffectiveness of her grenades, Nora decided that it was time she finished the fight with her newest special attack. "Cleavage blast."

Yanking her mess of pancakes Nora tossed it up in the air and launched it straight at Genos.

Unbeknownst to her however, Genos had developed a similar technique during her earlier battle. "Cleavage block!"

The rubbery uni-boob collided with pancakes in a spectacular mess between the two combatants. The sheer power of the impact between the two cleavages caused their forces to cancel out, leaving both to fall.

"Did they both just call out names for their cleavage based attacks?" Weiss asked.

"I believe so," Pyrrha answered, not sounding so certain.

Weiss shook her head but didn't look away for a second. "This is simultaneously one of the most stupid and amazing things I have ever seen."

In a blink of an eye, Nora reached out and caught her cleavage with the tip of her hammer, stuffing it back down her blouse.

Before said blink of an eye, Genos had already brushed, re-inflated, and reattached his own cleavage.

"I see you have been learning from the master," Nora said while stuffing the crushed mess down her blouse again.

"It was indeed an unexpected move," Genos admitted. "Few adversaries would expect it."

"But you did," Nora said raising her free hand and clenching a fist. "This is why we are kindred spirits ro-bud. This is why it has to be this way!"

Genos nodded. "We will honor master's teachings to the end."

Nora's launcher reverted to her hammer. "For cleavage."

With a mighty battle cry and a greater leap, Nora brought her hammer down at where Genos was. She found him standing beside her.

"Raising the hammer like that decreases your speed and effectiveness by 40%," Genos said.

Nora placed scratched her chin with her hammer thoughtfully before swinging at Genos again. "How's this."

Genos flipped over the hammer and Nora. "Bette—" Genos blinked.

Nora was spinning. Genos tilted his head.

"Ren," Pyrrha asked. "Is Nora doing that new attack of her's?"

"Yes," Ren said, "the Nora-cyclone-slothblaster-cyclone-jet-spinner-extreme-spinspin."

Everyone stared at him.

"How do you remember all that?" Blake asked.

"Nora speaks in her sleep. A lot."

Grenades flew out in all directions while she was spinning at random, Nora propelled herself towards Genos in bursts spontaneous explosions, giggling all the way.

She still wasn't fast enough to pose an issue of speed, but anticipating her direction, her position, became an impossibility even for Genos. Another grenade went off launching the spinning Nora bouncing at Genos. Several more grenades exploded while she was in mid-air causing her to defy physics several more times, curving at Genos instead of taking the straight path.

Genos narrowed his eyes.

Sliding under Nora as sparks rained out from the contact between, Genos boosted across at moderate levels of speed. He could have gone faster, but Genos felt an obligation to respect Nora's skill and fight on a somewhat even level.

"GOTCHA!" Nora cried as she came out of her spin, catching the full brunt of the force from another grenade with the back of her hammer, sending her down like a missile. But it seemed like she was too late, Genos had already slid past her and her descent was to be in vain.

Then, right before she was about to hit the ground, she slammed her hammer down prematurely, cracking the ground and pushing herself forward right at Genos.

"CLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAVVVVAGGGGGGEEEEE!" Nora roared, hammer over her head.

Genos's eyes widened. He had underestimated her. The hammer came down.

The floor behind Genos cracked. Static and electric sparks leaped off the cackling Nora and into her hammer before dancing their way out into the air around her. What followed was a blast of pure force between them as the ground around them peeled away like the skin of a fruit before blowing off as ash.

Dust and smoke covered the two combatants again, obscuring them from sight. More students burst into the gym, as Yang continued to send mass invites with one hand, badly misspelling most of her words in her haste.

Blake patted Yang on her shoulder.

"Hold on," Yang said, "I'm not done sending this."

Blake reached over and lifted Yang's face by the chin.

Genos stood, Nora's hammer stopped dead in one hand like it was child's toy. His other, outstretched with his incinerator on.

A torrent of fire screamed into existence washing over Nora's face.

A tunnel of fire. That was all that Nora could see. Her aura fell into the red.

The fire died. Smoke and embers danced around Nora's stunned face and steam rose from her head.

"Whoa," Ruby breathed. Beside her Weiss blinked, still trying to put together all that had transpired. "Did you see that"

Weiss blinked. "I—he moved—wasn't he about to be hit?"

Ren's mouth opened slightly and closed. Nora was chaotic, messy, and single-minded in her pursuit of her adversaries but slow was never a trait that she embodied. Yet, here she was, completely outpaced a thousand times over. It was like the distance between a bolt of lightening and a rock.

The incinerator powered off.

Nora let out a shaky breath. "That was-that" her voice suddenly rose, "that was the single most awesomest moment of my entire life! You were there! And then you were here! And-and I thought I had you! Ha! I knew it! I knew fighting the robot-guy was going to be worth it! I am right or am I right Ren!"

Ren shrugged and gave her a thumbs up.

Genos released his hold on her hammer. "You were impressive as well. I was unable to anticipate your actions towards the end. You forced me into a defensive."

Nora gave him a huge belly laugh and lifted him off the floor in the bear hug. "Ummph. You're kinda heavy."

Genos looked down at her, suspended off the ground awkwardly in her arms. Turning to Ruby for advice, all he got from her was a shrug of her shoulder.

"Nora," Ren called out, "its getting weird for him. Put him down."

Nora complied. "Totally worth it."

"Are you not disappointed?" Genos asked.

"What? Pah! Who cares! I got to fight a robot with cleavage! Oh! That reminds me," Nora reached down her shirt and pulled out the pulped ball of pancakes that constituted her extra bust, "This is yours now. You have proven to have the superior cleavage ro-bud. I salute you!"

Then, without another word, Nora placed the pancake ball on Genos's chest, right next to his mound, and pushed. The mess stuck to his chest, hanging loosely and bleeding syrup right next to his other bust. Genos was speechless, Nora patted her pancakes, whispered goodbye to them with a hint of sadness, and promptly ran out of the ring.

"Thanks for the brawl ro-bud," Nora said, "let's do this again!"

Genos looked down at her "I—thank you?"

Below, Yang snickered with mirth, nudging Weiss repeatedly with her elbow much to Weiss's displeasure. "It's not too late to ask him for an enhancement Snow Angel. I'm sure he's nice enough to share now he has two."

"Continue prodding me like this," Weiss hissed, "and I will cut your hair while you sleep."

"You wouldn't dar—"

Weiss's expression was gravely serious. Yang defensively and slowly moved away.

Running his fingers across his newly gained cleavage, Genos caught himself smiling. Though it was a spontaneous experience filled with mayhem and damage, Genos was happy. Looking down at some of the cheering students and a single frowning Ren begrudgingly pushing over his credit chit to Yang, Genos felt an odd sensation that he couldn't quite place.

They accepted him. They saw him as a friend.

Genos hadn't really had a friend before.

Wishing to leave his thoughts down on paper, Genos began his own walk off the ring amid the cheers of those who had witnessed this spectacle, only to be stopped before he even made it halfway.

"Hey!" Yang cried out, "You're not done yet."

Understanding come into Genos's mind. It seemed that there was another challenger. "You wish to train too."

Yang ran her hands through her hair. "You can call it that. Come on chrome, let's go a few. You'd like that wouldn't you."

Her grin was a cocky one.

Genos thought it fit her well. "You are not mistaken."

...

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