A/N: Nothing much to say. Hope y'all enjoy!
"Wow, this is harder than it looks."
Jaune smashed his sword onto one of Yang's frozen-over bracers, the girl muttering in thanks. Jaune looked up at the ice-dragon hovering in the sky, teeth bared and still as dangerous as ever. If Jaune looked at the sides of the dragon, where he had pierced it previously, Jaune could see that the wounds had already scabbed over. The blonde boy let loose a loud sigh, hand gripped on tightening and loosening on his sword.
The two of them had been fighting for almost a good half hour, trying to find any weaknesses that they could exploit. Apparently, even though the dragon was an ice dragon, any attempts at burning him was met with quick thinking, snuffing out any flames produced by the two of them. On the other hand, although progress was slow, the dragon had managed to hit the two of them once or twice, their auras, luckily, protecting them from most of the damage.
From the way this was going though, the pair of blondes were beginning to reach the end of their chain.
Jaune continued to rack his brain for another idea, something that would catch the dragon off guard. To be honest, some of the crazier ideas that Jaune were having seemed to be a good idea at this point.
The dragon wasn't going to wait for them to find something to beat him of course, and went straight to action, again summoning a blizzard to blind them, allowing him to move without detection. Jaune opened his mouth, about to use a shout to clear the air before an idea struck him that was slightly less crazy than his other ones. Moving towards Yang, Jaune whispered to her, his eyes continuing to rove the area, making sure the dragon wasn't going to attack them unexpectedly.
"I have an idea." Jaune whispered to her, a little excited. Yang raised an eyebrow, but continued to scan the area as well, not wanting to get hit by a ton of dragon mass flying towards them.
"That's great. How well is this one going to work out?" Jaune cast an irritable look at the girl.
"My plans weren't that terrible."
"Yes they were." Yang shot back without even hesitating. Jaune closed his eyes, for the first time feeling as if he was the one going crazy from anger and not berserker Yang.
"Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just. Listen, alright?" Yang rolled her eyes, but relented, listening to Jaune detail the plan out. When he finished, Yang leaned back, a noticeable frown on her face.
"This sounds ridiculous." She stated flatly, crossing her arms. Jaune held out his hands imploringly.
"Come on Yang! It's not all that crazy! I mean, we did this sort of thing during initiation, we can probably do it here!" Now it was Yang's turn to have a headache, hand pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Alright, fine. Let's just get this over with." Jaune grinned, nodding. The both of them at ready, Jaune took a breath and dispelled the icy fog with a shout, revealing the ice dragon to be closer than they expected.
"Duck!" Jaune yelled in surprise, the two of them diving out of the way as the dragon let loose another salvo of ice, separating the two.
Jaune blasted the dragon with his fiery shout, the flames sticking onto one of the beast's wings, which was put out when the dragon stood up and flapped his arms, the wind snuffing the fire out.
During those precious few seconds where the dragon was kept occupied, Jaune sprinted towards him, sword ready. Getting just close enough, Jaune created long shallow cuts that did little except annoy and pain the dragon, which was what the blonde knight wanted.
The dragon whirled towards Jaune, jaws snapping, something that the boy anticipated by raising his shield, letting the teeth bang onto it. Another roar cut off his next attack as Yang chose this moment to spring, climbing on the ice dragon's back and using her semblance to create a line of fire along the monster's back. The pain was starting to become something big for the dragon, who decided he had enough of this and spread his wings, launching himself into the air fast enough to throw the girl off and extinguish the flames, his eyes glowing with black rage.
"That doesn't look good." Jaune commented as Yang did a flip in the air to land on her feet, borrowing a page out of Blake's book.
"No it doesn't." Yang agreed, before grabbing onto Jaune's hand and running as the dragon roared louder than ever before, so powerfully that the sound resonated into their chests, and drowned out the constant sound of fighting that was occurring in the background. When the dragon finished his roar, he stayed up in the sky, hovering. He did nothing but continue to watch the two of them, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, there were vibrations that traveled along the ground and up towards their knees, and a sound, swelling to become louder and louder, started to fill their ears.
"No way…" Yang breathed out, looking at the tumbling snow that was falling from the mountaintops, picking up speed and about to engulf the valley below.
"That is so unfair." Jaune whined, before turning to Yang.
"We're doing it now Yang!" The girl's head whipped over, eyes wide and hair flying wildly.
"Wh- now?" Yang looked like she wanted to argue about the decision, but Jaune shook his head, tossing her Crocea Mors. Yang fumbled with it a little awkwardly, before simply holding it outwards with both hands.
Jaune hefted his shield up, pointing the face towards the hovering dragon. "There isn't time to argue, let go now!" Without another word Yang sprinted towards the shield, shelving any reservations that she would have in doing something as suicidal as this. Jumping, Yang hit the shield with her feet, bracing as Jaune summoned all of his strength to thrust upwards, letting her kick against it as well, propelling the girl towards the dragon at startling speeds.
The Grimm-beast simply looked at the approaching target, a little amused that the little humans would think this would work. With a flap of his wings, the dragon simply moved a little higher up, getting out of Yang's reach.
Jaune closed his eyes, a feeling of triumph rising into his chest. Having a dragon-soul residing in him for a good time now, he had gotten good at knowing the attitudes of dragons. Like their arrogance.
"Fus Ro Dah!" Jaune Shouted, the force of wind flying outwards and wrapping around Yang, shooting her forwards even faster. Fast enough to stab through the belly of the dragon, in fact.
With a loud yell, Yang dragged the sword into a jagged cut, able to orient herself in a way that allowed the brawler to end up on the dragon's back, where she lit herself on fire with her semblance and used Jaune's sword to make burning stab wounds onto the dragon. With one last yell, Yang jumped off before the dragon could retaliate, but not before blasting a few shells into the fragile membrane that was a dragon's wings, causing the beast to capsize and plummet towards the ground just as fast, if not faster, than the girl herself.
Used to falling hundreds of feet through the air at this point in time, Yang found her center of balance and righted herself, using her shotgun bracers to slow her descent, watching with a victorious smirk as the dragon fell past her and crashed into the ground.
During this time, Jaune had found a way to stop the avalanche, using a whole bunch of ice shouts and wind shouts and even some fire shouts to slow the rush down enough that it didn't run him and the rest of the combatants in the valley over.
The ice-dragon let out a sound that reminded Jaune of a moan, getting back on his legs in a wobbly fashion, the eyelids drooping and blinking sporadically.
Turning towards the knight, the dragon seemed to show more life in his eyes than Jaune had ever witnessed in the Grimm. There was confusion, dashed with a healthy dose of fear. Looking at the dragon's eyes, Jaune froze, the two of them stuck in each other's gazes.
The ice-dragon learned something from the exchange, and his eyes widened, head approaching.
"Dovah…"
Then Yang crashed her fist into the dragon, whipping his head to the side. The spell broken, the dragon lifted his head in rage, eyes filled with nothing but malice. Gritting his teeth, Jaune flung his shield towards the dragon, striking him across the head and sprinting towards the beast.
Hoisting himself up onto the Grimm's back, Jaune pulled out Crocea Mors and walked along the stunned dragon's spine, before slamming the blade through the neck, severing the spinal cord as cleanly as Jaune could manage.
The dragon turned his head around once more, eyes shining again with emotions besides rage. Pain, fear… and a little bit of relief, before the light was completely extinguished from his eyes.
Jaune turned away, his heart reaching out to the dragon, who had died under the chains of hypnotism. He didn't have much time to mourn though, as the essence of the dragon started to dissolve, finding its way towards the boy and infusing him with the power of the Dovah, slamming him with unbelievable energy.
It was intoxicating, but also suffocating, as the power was immense, and so much more different than the ones that he had absorbed previously, whether that was due simply because of the dragon's massive size or if it was a "truer" dragon than the ones that he had fought, he didn't know.
Jaune actually tumbled down onto the ground in a heap as the dragon disappeared from underneath his feet, but being too preoccupied by the disorienting power, he simply lay there, letting the feeling course through his body.
The feeling kept building, steadily, steadily, as the power made him feel warmer and warmer. The blood was pounding in his ears, and light kept flashing in his eyes, making him deaf and blind to the world, until Yang got her hands around him and started to shake frantically, trying to bring Jaune out of his seizure.
"Jaune! Jaune! Come on you better not die, I haven't started to yell at you for how stupid you are yet!" Yang resorted to slapping him on the cheeks a few times to see if that would wake him up, continuing to speak. "Oum's dusty underwear, I swear Jaune if you don't wake up right now I'm going to actually get mad!"
Jaune stopped shaking, but kept his eyes closed, his breathing slowed down to a point where Yang wasn't sure if he was still breathing or if she was just hearing the wind howling around her.
"Vomit boy?" Yang said the nickname softly, fingers slightly trembling.
A massive groan emitted from the boy, causing Yang to jump a little in surprise. Jaune opened his eyes, making Yang freeze as she saw not blue, but a swirling black and yellow that looked much more reptilian than human. Opening his mouth, Yang could see some steam floating out.
"Jaune, are you alright-"
Jaune kissed Yang.
Yang didn't know why, didn't know how, all she knew was that Jaune had pushed himself up shockingly fast and kissed her, lips hard against hers. It made her lips hot, and everything else hot as well, Jaune persistently keeping the pressure on her.
Finally Jaune leaned back, blinking as the unusual colors faded from his eyes, restoring them back to the blue that they usually were.
Yang decided to keep her mouth wide and gaping, looking at Jaune with an empty stare. Jaune decided that now would be the best time to flush red, not sure what excuse to make.
"You… you just kissed me." Yang, for all her experience with boys, didn't know what to say. After all, it wasn't often that people kissed other people for no reason, even if they were walking bombshells like Yang. Jaune answered with a solitary nod, not wanting to open his mouth again.
"W-why?"
Jaune looked to the left, not wanting to meet her eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, Jaune looked to the right. The dragon inside of him raged and coiled around in his stomach, demanding that they stopped talking and just kissed again, maybe moving onto something more.
A loud boom echoed in the valley, making them turn to the scene of battle, where the United forces seemed to be pushing back the Grimm, who lost their cohesion the moment the ice-dragon died.
"Later." Jaune offered, making Yang purse her lips and nod.
"Later." She agreed, and the two of them marched out to help out their team.