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Still recovering from my injuries, and the co-author has just one more chapter in the workings. University classes is about to start in a few days and we're bracing ourselves.
Also, this fighting scene had some issues. It felt lackluster and we've been trying to make it interesting. (It didn't turn out well either way.)
Chapter 15:
"Slide to the left." Powerful gusts of wind dragged Pyrrha to the left. "Slide to the right." No matter how much she tried to hold her ground, Jaune is the one controlling the flow of the fight. And she thought her semblance was unfair. "Take it back now y'all."
"Is it me, or does Jaune's semblance covers everything?" Blake asked her partner, Weiss.
They were watching Pyrrha… Having fun? She appears to be enjoying the struggle, probably because she never fought an opponent as difficult as Jaune. That, or she's into masochism.
Weiss nodded. "It does seem to have a convenient and general use."
It was also the first time they openly witness Pyrrha's semblance, Polarity. Basically, she has control over magnetism which gives her an edge over most of her opponents.
Pyrrha has to close in on her opponent. Her rifle rounds are easily blocked and used against her and she is unable to keep her ground against the musically controlled hurricane. She'll need a way to through his semblance. Suddenly, she had an idea of using her shield like a surfboard to push forth against the wind. Her semblance will allow her to pull her shield against the wind.
Straining her semblance to its limit, Pyrrha launched herself through the fierce wind.
Jaune casually leaned back, narrowly avoiding Pyrrha's blade as it dances in the air. Her sword and spear hybrid weapon were but a blur of yellow and red, relentlessly forcing Jaune to stop playing and dance.
And dancing is something he is good at.
"Guess I'm dancing to your rhythm!" He'll dance along for the time being, but what's important is establishing some distance from his opponent. The perfect opportunity came up when Pyrrha recalled her shield. "Excuse me."
It was hard to move swiftly with a guitar slung over his torso, so he might as well fly towards her. A quick series of musical notes called forth swirling winds that took his feet. Jaune took off the ground and lunged towards Pyrrha, forcing her to raise her shield defensively and extend her weapon into spear mode.
A loud bang could be heard as Jaune's feet connected with Pyrrha's shield. The wind surrounding his feet condensed tightly upon impact before finally bursting out, propelling both of the combatants back. Fierce winds rippled through the arena, annoying his spectating teammates by disheveling their hair.
They will remember that.
Pyrrha skittered back, regaining her balance and immediately going on the defensive as her opponent acrobatically flipped through the air, sending out another wave of sharp winds from his guitar.
"I'm impressed." Weiss was angrily fixing her jumbled hair. "He's holding his own very well even in close combat without a proper weapon."
"His theme seems to revolve around music and dancing." It's common for huntsmen or huntresses to have a certain dress or weapon theme to them. "He must have a good mentor who taught him how to fight and control his semblance."
Back to the battle, Jaune was keeping his distance from Pyrrha all while skillfully evading any of her attacks should things get too close and personal. On some occasion, he'll engage in hand to hand combat not to chip down Pyrrha's aura, but to deflect her attacks.
A few backhands against Pyrrha's blade and a kick to her shield further stall the battle.
To put things into context, Pyrrha wasn't holding back; bravely charging and blocking everything Jaune could throw at her. Unfortunately, the battle was going anywhere, and Pyrrha got the feeling that Jaune was holding back since she saw some of his impressive feats during the initiation.
He might as well read her mind.
"I don't mind soloing the finale." He strummed his guitar at a quick pace rhythm.
Blake and Weiss felt their hairs raise when they heard the familiar tune. "Is that the…?"
"Ready?" His sparring partner responded with a grin, her competitive spirit flaring up. "Cue!"
Green winds sweep through the arena, hoisting Pyrrha and Jaune into the air, reminiscent of the time Team JWNB fought a giant Nevermore in the sky. A rather unpleasant experience for Blake and Weiss, more so for Blake.
"My trauma is coming back to me." Blake clutched herself, trying to contain her shivering even though it wasn't her in the sky. "Four years with him and this phobia."
Weiss silently comforted her partner.
Above the arena, Jaune and Pyrrha were engaged in a fierce dogfight. Whistling sharp winds, and spheres of explosive energy exploded overhead like miniature fireworks. In all honesty, it reminded Blake of some Mistralian animated shows where people can randomly fly and do crazy feats.
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"Are you certain?"
"I'm uncertain." Ozpin quietly pondered on what to make of Jaune Arc. At first, they thought Jaune's semblance has something to do with music manipulating things around him, but it became apparent that it was much more than that. "When he uses his… Power. I felt something familiar every time he uses it. Something like a Maiden."
"… How do we approach this?"
"We'll continue to monitor him. I would recommend being discreet about it."
"That's easier said than done sir." Glynda looked annoyed as she pushed up her glasses. "The boy can read our souls if his word is to be believed." Even Glynda didn't exactly know what he meant by that. "Our plans can easily be revealed."
"It doesn't appear to be perfect, Glynda." If it was, Jaune would have figured out everything already. Not come close to it. It was a blessing that Jaune didn't find it suspicious. "But I understand your concern. What do you suggest?"
"…"
They silently stood in the dimly lit office, wondering what they should do with their slightly off, musically talented student.
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