"Come on, I know you can do better than that!" Yang says, dodging around a swing of your sword. She gives you two taps to remind you that she can, in fact, knock you out without trying. "Girls are watching, you gotta step it up!" She manages to wink at Blake while also stepping around another swing of yours.
Blake puts a bookmark in the book she was reading and shouts, "I DID tell you we were dating, right?" over a clash between your Synstyle and Yang's Ember Celica. "I didn't just imagine that, right? Like, everyone else heard, right?"
Yang knocks you off balance, turns fully around, and answers Blake. "I'm just playing around! And ya think I didn't know something was up with you two already?" The blonde blocks a sword swing with a casual backhand and follows up by saying, "His eyes have always been all over you. I know because whose eyes haven't? 3"
"You could at least pretend to give me a shot, Yang…" you say, dejectedly hoisting your sword onto your shoulder. Though you've reclaimed most of your stamina and upped your skill level, Yang was still an endgame boss compared to you. She left no visible openings for you, nor did she ever let a decent hit slip by. Still, she was a great combat teacher, so progress was being made. "And yes, we ARE dating."
Yang brushes you off. "Eh, chill. I can still throw a few winks in every now and then. Besides, I know she's got you on lockdown." She snickers and glances at Blake. "Or did you think I didn't hear you pining over him at the hospital?"
"Hey!" Blake cries, suddenly red. "I was j-just visiting him! You were all there, too!"
Yang fake-whispers, "Nah dude if we weren't there she wouldn't have left that room for days~"
"Brothers Grimm, stoppp!" Blake whines, balling her fists up in indignant rage. "I was worried about him!"
Yang smiles back at Blake. "If anything, it just proves you two are going places. You couldn't write a better cliche than that." Blake jumps up and hides her book, which you see has a cliche man and woman embracing on the cover. Yang snickers and turns back to you. "So, Superchamp, wanna go one more round before we call it a day?"
You ready your sword and answer, "Let's do this." While you are a little sick of Yang showing you up in front of Blake, it just proves that you still need practice. A lot of it. And to continue the theming of Yang being an endgame boss, the best way to level up was to grinding against her.
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"I'll dial it back a tiny bit, just for you~" Yang says with an annoyingly cute smirk. "Can't let you get too dejected." She puts up her fists.
You scoff and shrink your sword down to its one-handed mode. Speed was your best option against Yang at your current level, so an easier swing was your best bet. Yang senses that you're ready and lunges forward with a swing, which you narrowly dodge. Before, that would have immediately knocked you to the ground, but now, it was just part of the dance. The ballet continues as Yang lets loose a flurry of blows, which you manage to block or dodge.
You take a quick swing that nearly tags her heel. She counters a quick shoulder tackle. You match her footwork but still can't get it. She gets a glancing blow. You narrowly parry her fist.
The spar continues as you start to feel the exhaustion kick in. Yang, of course, had you beat by miles in stamina, and today had already been a long day. Still, pushing forward is also the way to improve that, so you suck in air and continue; however, that also meant this match was going to end soon.
Might as well go out with a bang. Or rather, a bush.
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You distract Yang with a wide swing, extending your sword's blade to force her to dodge back several steps. Taking the moment, you slip your hand behind your back and focus your Aura. Thanks to your practice, you use your Semblance to snake one of Pr. Peach's Aura-Receptive plants around your wrist from your special pouch. A long, thin vine with enhanced durability wraps around your arm, hiding underneath your sleeve. Heck, even if this plan fails, you figured out a good way to do that mid-combat without Yang noticing; once you get better at fighting, his would be a great tactic to employ as a surprise attack.
You wait.
You wait for the slightest, smallest opening. You wait until Yang's eyes lock firmly on you. You wait until she braces herself to move, ignoring the ground between you.
You wait for Yang's eyes to widen as she feels fear. Using your control of plants, you swung your vine towards Yang, then manipulated it so it wrapped around her ankle. With a pull, you tug back, ruining Yang's balance. The moment only lasts a second, but you take the chance.
As Yang stumbles to reclaim her footing, you double-hand swing Synstylae at her opposite side, pulling the trigger to extend your weapon. The brilliant red blade shoots out with a shower of sparks, catching the motion and adding exponentially more momentum to your attack. Yang manages to raise her arm to block, but her lack of footing sends her toppling over.
Yang hits the ground with a breathless, "Oof!" She climbs up to a slightly more dignified sitting position, rubbing her arm where you connected your sword. "Owwwww..." Blake claps, enjoying the schadenfreude.
"So how was that, teach?" you say, suddenly very proud of yourself. Of all the times you sparred against… well, anyone save Jaune, this was the first time you'd say you actually say you were victorious. Though seeing as Yang's Aura was still perfectly fine and you were all but out, this was just a moral victory. At least you wiped a bit of the smug off of her face!
Yang smirks at you and extends an arm, waiting for you to grab it. "Well pin me down and fuck my ass, you actually managed it."
You blink. You feel like Blake blinks too. There are several blink filled moments.
Yang blinks. "Uhh…" Her arm falls to her side, bracing her sitting position. You notice that she's now the one turning red. She stutters out, "Uhhhhh… So… So I'm g-guessing you didn't get the reference…" You shake your head, as does Blake. Yang forces out a laugh, failing to add levity. "Okayyyyy, this is awkward…" She pushes up to a standing position. "Kay, so ONE, it's a dumb meme, and TWO, I REALLY want you to watch the series it comes from cuz… it's good, but also yeah, dumb meme and certainly not anything else." You hear Blake giggling in the background. "I've seen you watching anime, so I thought you'd be in the know."
"Best not to ass-ume things like that," Blake says, making sure Yang got her pun. "But if that's the sort of thing you're into…"
You FEEL Yang and Blake's dynamic immediately flip, with Blake on the attack and Yang now completely off her rhythm. "I'm not… I mean, I didn't… Bleh!" Yang stumbles out every word, bright red. Eventually, she settles on covering her face with her hands and shouting, "Dumb meme!"
Blake throws in an underhanded, "We'll just put a pin in that conversation for now…" with the smuggest look you've ever seen on her face. You give her a golf clap.
"…Shut up…" Yang whines, scrambling around on her scroll. She finds what she's looking for and turns her screen around. Displayed is a tomboyish character with a cocky look asking Yang's very not-PG question. "There's really no context for this in the show, but WHATEVER watch it anyway. Kira Kill is awesome and the main character is super cool and also gets super naked to fight super bad guys."
"Ah, so you're into exhibitionism? ;3"
"i mean if you wanna hop in the ring smartass :P"
"Blake, I think that's enough. You're about to break her," you manage in between fits of laughter.
Blake waves you down. "Always nice to humble people who deserve it. If she couldn't take it, she couldn't dish it out." As an extra tease, your girlfriend throws a wink Yang's way.
A frustrated Yang runs her hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face. "Stupid sexy Blake." Immediately realizing her mistake, she asks, "I showed that one to you before! Right!?"
Blake stands up and twists her body, looking at her butt. You and Yang also look at her butt. She has a nice butt. Blake smirks and says, "Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at alllll…" before smacking her ass. Thanks to her incredibly tight pants, you and Yang are treated to the satisfying sound, plus a show of how bouncy Blake's rear is. "Yes, Yang, you showed me that one. After saying it with no context and getting all embarrassed by it, much like now." Blake catches you staring and adds a bit of sultriness to her gaze. Untwisting, she returns to a normal standing position, though with her hand on her hip.
Yang crosses her arms. "Stupid sexy Blake and her stupid sexy butt…" Still, she ends up patting you on the back and informing you that, "You lucked out landing her affections, dude."
"i am very happy my girlfriend is cute and has a nice butt i like it when shes around"
"Speaking of girlfriend," Blake interrupts, walking over to you. "I think we've spent enough time dawdling and making fun of memes. With an AMAZING victory under your belt, I'd say you earned a date." Yang pouts at the mention of her loss. Blake smirks. Yang laughs off her annoyance and heads off to the locker room.
With Yang now gone, you deposit your things in your own locker, freshen up a bit, and meet Blake outside. "So, where to?" you ask, wondering what Blake's victory-reward-date will be.
You see Blake's ears frump under her bow. After a moment, she peps up and says, "I'm thinking ice cream!"
"Sounds good to me!" You turn towards town and start walking beside Blake. Or at least, you would had she walked alongside you. Instead, she had stayed where she was, looking at you.
Blake dons her sultry expression yet again. "Cough, cough…" She lazily raises her arm to the side, opening her palm.
Taking the hint, you take your place by Blake's side and grab her palm. Now holding hands, you *actually* start walking towards town, eager to enjoy a cold treat.
As you walk alongside Blake, you pass by a couple of blocks until you're midway between town and Beacon, aka where pretty much nobody was. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Blake look around. Before you can ask what she's looking for, she enacts her plan.
Blake's grip on your hand suddenly tightens. As you continue walking, she pulls it towards her body, then slightly behind it. She lets go and pats your hand to ensure that, yes, she means what you think she means. She further confirms it with a playful giggle.
You continue your walk to the ice cream shop, having traded holding Blake's hand for squeezing her butt.
