Incrilix: So here's the next chapter to the story, I apologize for the lateness.
(~Chapter Start~)
~Location: Signal Academy~
"You're late... Qrow."
The man in question simply stood idle, with a bored expression on his face. his red eye's usually dull out of his pure lack of interest in anything that wasn't booze, or a pair of tit's and short skirt to ogle at, his graying black spiky hair and stubble seemed to be a touchy subject on several occasions.
He had from experience, seen what he did to students that point out anything pertaining to his age, to fenrir those were the only times he ever learnt anything decent from the man.
Combat notwithstanding of course.
His dress code consisted of a grey dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants, and black dress shoes, his tattered red cape seemed worse for wear, but he understood a man's need for sentimentality all to well.
Hn. Qrow branwen, a man he had come to respect for his more hands on and direct approach in his teaching's.
Yet also despise, what? with his nonchalant attitude and his habit of having him wait around for hours until he showed up, just for that his thoughts of Qrow had a habit of drifting off to more violent ways of revenge.
All unsuccessful... for now.
Staring at the man evenly, the gold in his eye's starting to glow a bit at the man's non caring shrug of his shoulders. "I've been waiting here for three hours." He stated cooly, pushing himself off the wall as he emphasized his displeasure by giving qrow a narrowed look of annoyance.
Raising his hands up lazily in surrender his apologetic expression was obviously fake. "Oh, I'm sorry... I mean it's not like i've got other things to do since, I am a prestigious professor with several other headaches to babysit and teach". He drawled out sarcastically placing his hands in his pockets slouched down to fenrirs eye level while giving him a mischievous smirk, "Besides, this could be a patience test for all you know kid, I mean, we wouldn't want a dent in those perfect little grades of yours now would we?."He goaded cheekily, putting a rather large emphasis on prestigious.
Fenrirs eyes narrowed even further at that. "prestigous my ass." he said flatly no hesitation at how blunt it came out.
Smirking patronizingly at the kid as he let out a chuckle. "That seriously the only thing you took out of what i said huh? heh, someones moody again."
Staring at Qrow with a blank look, his posture becoming rigid as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why did you call me here Qrow?" He asked plainly, his mood from before vanishing in an instant, he wasn't going to argue pointlessly with the man.
Ever again...
Qrow's expression fell slightly at that, raising his arms in question. "Che, What? can't I just say hi to my second favourite protege, and have a decent conversation?."He asked, his eye's narrowing cheekily the smirk on his face slowly reappearing.
Fenrir stared back at Qrow, his expression unchanged as he remained silent to the mans blatant attempt at trying to change the subject, which in itself, leads to unnecessary banter and wasted time.
Seeing that the kid wasn't budging. Qrow let out a sigh whilst rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. "Argh!... fine come on." Turning around pulling one of his hands out of his pockets, motioning fenrir to follow with a flick of his wrist.
Giving him a questioning look momentarily, before returning to his neutral look, most places qrow's taken him here at this school had been more than beneficial, giving him no reason to question the man when he waves for him to follow.
Although, the jibe at his faunus trait wasn't missed everytime he did it though.
Making an effort to follow, he trailed behind him at an even pace, keeping his eye's foward as they walked through the hall in silence, passing some students on their way by, eyeing them both warily as they spoke in hushed whispers, his ears twitching in curiosity as he listened through.
"Isn't that Professor Branwen? Hey! hold up, who's the Faunus guy behind him?".
"What the?! that's Fenrir Lycidas!, his fight with professor branwen used to be all over the web, geez whats been up with you lately? you've been spending more time checking out the huntresses haven't you?."
"What!?. that's the guy?, I heard he took on professor Branwen and fought him to a stalemate... oh and shut up about that man, I already got my ass kicked by that crazy blonde chick."
Internally peeved at that last comment. "The student's here spin stories nearly as fast as the atlas news station, it's a wonder any of these people can fight at all with the amount of time they spend talking." Biting back a bitter snarl, these huntsman in training were ignorant to how that fight had truly ended.
Not to say he wasn't confident in his own skills and abilities, his very purpose in life had revolved around the need to fight and to senselessly kill and slaughter humans for the white fang, to satiate his burning desire for vengeance against the oppression the faunus had lived under for year's.
But whether or not he still held true to these beliefs within the white fang didn't matter anymore, blending in required an apt ability to take on new beliefs and cultures, it didn't matter if he believed in them or not, aslong as fenrir got results it was fine.
Focusing his thoughts back to his fight with qrow, mulling over every detail down to its ubrupt conclusion. seeing as he had nothing better to do as he knew full well that neither of them intended to converse as they made there way through the empty halls, so he saw no point in why he couldn't reminisce on how the fight had truly played out.
Insinuating that the fight ended in a draw was downright insulting...
~Flashback: First combat lesson~
It had taken a month before fenrir was able to attend anything combat related, a professor by the name of Taiyang, one of signal's other top instructors, thought it best that Fenrir have time to adjust and catch up on some of the written tests, and several trivial grading segments that he couldn't be bothered remembering at this point, before he attended any combat sessions.
Though a quick reminder to himself, he'll have to thank tukson when he got the time to see him again. since the man was an owner of a bookstore, the knowledge he had gained accompanied with the apt tutoring skills the tukson had possessed had made written work a walk in the park, easily making up for his late start to this year.
Even so, fenrir still had to keep a relatively low profile here, yet seeing as he was thankfully one of many faunus in this academy, Strange as it was sometimes. he found it difficult to grasp the notion of everything getting along with everything, a stupid concept that described patch perfectly.
Everything was just so peaceful... in a more domesticated sense, it was nice to those who had lived a semi-sheltered life but to him... it was kinda sickening and dull to look at.
If they wanted him to attend a stupid fairy dance in the future they can forget it...
Even with this new way of life it didn't give him much time to relax, it's not like he wanted to though, his mentor would've chastised him severely if he let his guard down even for just a second, if the fact that he was put in a class that had been strictly human wasn't a reason to be suspicious, he didn't know what else would, the professors seemed nice enough but to fenrir even the friendliest of faces could often hide the deadliest motives if your back is turned.
So for now, as long as he continued to stay incognito in everyone's eye's, that was more than enough for him to last till graduation.
feeling an odd sense of curiousness take over. fenrir allowed his eyes to scan his current surroundings, he was seated a couple rows behind his classmates, his seating posture relaxed yet guarded as he sat laid back with his arms crossed, he found himself within what seemed like an arena, the seating ringed around the pit for onlookers to oversee the carnage that ensued below.
Zeroing his sights on the pit's grounds with an analytical gaze, staring at the many different structures to get a better feel of what sort of area he's got to work with."This arena is definitely atlesian so there's gotta be a control tower somewhere nearby, monitoring everything from crowd protection protocols, to enemy placement systems." Grunting inwardly to himself, as he began to speculate fighting scenarios and several different strategies he'll use to keep most of his abilities under wraps.
Yet for some reason, he couldn't help but notice It's whole design just seemed so out of place on an island like patch, undoubtedly it was atlesian designed but having spent most of his time in mistral, he was able to spot several mistralian design's, small as they were, but noticable none the less. such as the cobbled mistral flooring in the pit, and the many stone like support beam's with lotus design's etched into each of them.
If fenrir had an inkling of architecture in his mind, he would have likely pointed out the hideousness of the all out design but he didn't, so he couldn't care less.
Nevertheless, he knew this arena was more than just a casual practice zone for common huntsman training regimes such as fighting against test bots and lesser Grimm such as Beowolves and ursa.
It's main purpose was to allow huntsman, and huntresses the option to battle eachother to settle petty disputes, or hone eachothers strength and skill in battle.
Fenrir knew this from one of his missions in the past as an acting student within atlas's military academy, his objective, was to get close to a high priority targets daughter and garner information, whatever way possible.
After a few fights in the training rooms, learning about some thing called the vytal festival, he had played off being the novice type and, in doing so he gained a friend and highy valuable source of info.
But in the end, the target was neutralized, along with his family in a tragic dust accident that had major ramifications for the schnee dust company.
His... friend, had also unfortunately perished..
Pulling himself out of that particular train of thought, reminding himself that his true test in this lesson wasn't going to be if he could win a fight, but more to do with the fact that he needed to keep most of his skills hidden and well... hold back from killing any of his classmates.
His classmate's all being human and... well, rather annoying didn't help his situation at all, .
Just the thought of howl's fangs shredding into them caused all sorts of bloodthirsty memories to swirl around in his mind, his gaze began to wander among them like a beowolf stalking it's next meal, his body fidgeting uncomfortably as his grip grew tighter with his arms still crossed.
He was a bit thankful he chose to sit behind all of them.
Feeling his animalistic urges getting the better of him, fenrir clenched his eyes shut tightly, an uncomfortable sneer present, as he started to count to ten while taking deep breaths, before exhaling quietly to calm himself.
Feeling his bloodthirst slowly ebb itself away, Reigning in his wayward emotions his mind thankfully clearer as he opened his eye's once again his visage of disinterest ever present his posture thankfully more relaxed yet a hint of exhaustion was still present as he still struggled internally.
Tukson had mentioned the rehabilitation process for most in his condition would be difficult, it wouldn't of been so bad if it hadn't become a habit he couldn't order his brain to cast out, which now had slowly morphed itself into something more sinister, either way he rather not go through the difficulty of having constant thoughts of 'way's to kill a human' plaguing his mind everytime he had to train.
"For the love of Oum! where the hell is our professor now?!"One of the male students shouted, voicing everyone elses thoughts on the whereabouts of our wayward teacher.
"And here comes the complaining again... Typical." Fenrir thought. trying hard to resist the the urge to roll his eyes, exasperated with their behavior and how easy it was for them to get so worked up over a teachers tardiness.
"I heard he was with Ruby, you know, Yangs little sister, she's the one that hold's the record for fastest Grimm kill's in her age group..." A female student stated.
"Wait, isn't he their uncle?"
Tuning out their conversation his eye's narrowing in concentration as his wolf ears twitched above his head. hearing the telltale signs of footsteps approaching."Hm, This must be him now." he thought curiously, the others being utterly unaware of the approaching danger as they continued to debate amongst themselves.
"I say we all just report him!, I mean come on?! all he ever does is drink and nap when he's here! and when he does bother to teach anything, all he ever does is insult us and make us feel like dirt! I've had enough of it! so what do you guy's say?!"
Many chorused in agreement with the boy, raising there arms up in some ridiculous show of rebellion, fenrir had begun to see that this boy was the voice of the class, afterall he was the most popular and vocal out of the lot, which in the long run didn't really mean a helluva lot.
"Report who?..."
Everyone minus fenrir tensed up in fear and shock causing all of them to grow eerily quiet, it may of sounded slurred slightly but the serious undertone scared them all back into their respective seats, a sure reminder who had just shown up.
Fenrir eyed their teacher warily, he definitely seemed like the unattentive type given his slouched posture and bored expression, and if he were to make another observation, the strong smell of liquor emanating from the man like a thick sheen of fog already gave him the impression that this person was a heavy drinker.
An alcoholic for a teacher... perfect.
But even with that in mind he still felt uneasy about the man, his own instincts and Aura felt threatened by his very prescence alone as he could feel it fizzle uncomfortably around his body, everything was practically screaming at him to take action and eliminate the threat causing this.
This guy honestly didn't feel right...
Qrow's blood red gaze swept across the rows of students, making his displeasure known as he stared at each of them with a small scowl on his face, said students offered many different pleading looks most paning more towards apologetic.
Reaching down into his pocket, ignoring the many stares he got from his students as he pulled out his flask, unscrewing the lid as he took a large swig from it humming in appreciation as he pulled it away from his lips.
Looking up at his students again this time with a look of seriousness a lopsided smirk playing at his lips. "Listen, and haha I mean listen good kiddo's, what you see, is what you get, so get used to it!" He said with a harsh bluntness to his tone, taking another swig from the flask before placing it back into his pocket.
Staring at the one who gave everyone the notion to report him with a narrowed gaze. "Why don't you come down here, and be the first to start the lesson, aye kid?"He said cheekily, his smirk becoming more sadistic as he watched the boy fidget and sweat.
Trying not to look so cowardly, but failing miserably the boy replied nervously. "Umm.. n-n-no... thanks sir. I'm good." reprimanding himself inwardly for his stuttering, then proceeding to plop himself down in his chair as quickly as possible, head bowed down in shame, he just knew the others weren't gonna let him live this down...
Qrow's smirk vanshed almost instantly, reverting back to his expression of casual nonchalance "Heh, coward, fine! anyone else wanna start the lesson?" He asked boredly raising his arms lazily for emphasis.
"Um Professor Branwen? what exactly is today's lesson?" One of the girls asked meekly, an uncertain expression on her face as she asked the question on everyones mind.
Qrow gave her a confused look. "What? I thought I told you guy's already?" He asked dumbly.
Everyones faces faulted several students even dropping they're heads into their respective palms, unable to comprehend how ridiculous their professor was.
Fenrir however, opted to just stare at the man, a hint of curiosity lingered in his gaze as he regarded the professor, he could of sworn he'd seen eye's like that before but where?
And who? for that matter.
Giving them all a lopsided grin. "I was kidding you idiots, jeez you kid's need to lear-"stopping midway through his speech, his red gaze connecting with a pair of intense golden eye's, any and all amusement from before vanishing in an instant.
The silence that followed was thick as they regarded eachother, the class itself feeling like a thin sheet of glass just waiting to shatter between the two.
"So your the new kid huh?" qrows voiced a tad bit menacingly, as he narrowed his eye's perceptively suprising the class at how serious he sounded.
Fenrir stared back unblinkingly at the man. "Yeah." He answered bluntly, his tone bored but he was sure the man would've hopefully picked up on the underlying message of warning.
The narrowed look he got in return answered that...
"Heh, alright then."He said boredly, shrugging his shoulders casually as he reverted back to his apparent lazy behavior.
Fenrir's passive expression faltered slightly, confusion lingering in his gaze before caution started to take over, smoothing over his features quickly before anyone noticed. the reasoning for his earlier uneasiness solidifying itself completely.
This man knew something about him... and he hated that.
Qrow turned his attention back to his class, unaware of Fenrir's current dilemma. "Alright, kids today I'll be demonstrating how to properly fight another huntsman, cause well, I fell asleep the last time we did that so... i'll just take a guess, and say you guy's sucked." Qrow said lazily, ignoring the glares and looks of indignation most of them had on their faces.
His dull ruby red eyes wandered amongst them, a small grin playing at his lips."Now then im sure all of you have already talked who'll be fighting me amongst you sorry lot"He stated his red gaze becoming mischievous as he gave his new student a suggestive look.
Fenrir felt everyones eye's on him at that point, giving them a side long glance, he wasn't all that bothered by their varying looks of shock and pity. He already had a feeling the man would issue a challenge.
The prospect of facing a seasoned huntsman had never crossed his mind before when he was a white Fang assassin, so it was unfortunate he barely knew an inkling of who this man was, it's obviously apparent he's some sort of legendary figure amongst huntsman and huntresses.
But either way it would be a good learning experience and give him some well needed self intel on the strength of a trained huntsman compared to an atlesian specialist.
"So, you gonna fight me kid or what?"
Every student present gasped in shock they're eye's as wide as saucers, they knew Mr branwen had a habit of asking to duel one of them from time to time but they knew it was in jest, looking between the two of them the tension almost suffocating as they stared eachother down, they knew now this definitely wasn't a joke.
Goodbye new guy...
Glaring at the man coldly the gold in his eye's growing more intense as qrow stared back with his dull red ones, that insufferable smirk of his was starting to annoy him.
He deserved nothing less than a cold reply for that.
"Gladly."
~15 minutes later~
"Alright Qrow, we have all systems online, we ran some diagnostics and everything is green, you can start when ready."
Qrow had been sitting down within the pit for fifteen minutes, his legs sprawled out while he sat up straight his scroll placed on his lap as he picked his ear with a bored expression, blatantly ignoring his classes many annoyed expressions.
Qrow nodded his head in acceptance, staring at his scroll with a dull look. "Finally, what took you operator guys so long anyway? I thought you already had thing's up and running from the get, go?"he asked drunkenly, his slur obvious yet the hint of annoyance in his tone was even more prominent.
He honestly couldn't be blamed for having a bit to drink while they all waited, his current students were a bunch of noisy shits with their non-stop chatter amongst themselves, probably complaining about him again which was no suprise to him at this point.
While the new kid just stood a couple of feet away from where he was currently seated, his arms crossed, posture stiff as he let his eye's scan his surroundings, as if he expected an enemy to attack at any given time.
The operator seemed to stay silent for awhile before he replied. "I'm sorry Qrow but if you had let us know beforehand we would have had everything set up already."
The guy's tone may have sounded apologetic, but Qrow knew this guy well enough to know his apology meant jack, and he had probably done this on purpose to get back at him for an incident that happened awhile back.
All anyone needed to know, was that it wasn't entirely his fault...
Giving his scroll a scathing glare that promised retribution at a later date. "Huh? I'll keep that in mind then." He muttered evenly, before cutting the line and placing his scroll back into his pocket.
Qrow could argue with the guy later, right now he had half an hour left to teach these kids something otherwise he'd be in for another scolding from tai, which he didn't want and didn't really need today.
Don't get him wrong though, Tai was his friend, on some occasions even his best friend, but the guy could be such a overbearing dick most of the time it wasn't even funny.
Qrow Silently gave his darling nieces a prayer, seeing as they were in tai's class right now.
Making an effort to get up from his sprawled out position albiet reluctantly, obviously putting great effort into standing upright without tumbling, closing his eye's in discomfort as he stood tall, the affects of the alcohol starting to take affect. "Damn... I may have hit the flask a bit too much today." He thought, he wouldn't kick himself about it though the faint feeling of vertigo was doing plenty at the moment.
Feeling the world spin back to a speed he was alright with, he opened his eye's once again, blinking away the blurriness that still lingered around the edges of his vision, a dull look on his face as he took in the figure standing a few feet away from himself.
Eyeing his appearance with a perceptive gleam in his red gaze, The kid obviously stood out more than his classmates so that was no suprise. what with his golden eye's that he noticed had a habit of becoming a noticeable traffic light. Frayed light grey hair framing his face though slicked back in wild spikes at the top, the length of hair at the back barely reaching down past his shoulders. his faunus trait being the obvious pair of light grey wolf ears standing upright above his head.
For one he had hair prettier than most girls he's met and that's saying alot, his facial features seemed like one of those cliche pretty bad boy types he usually found in those stupid comic books the girls were into these day's, his only saving grace seemed to be his attitude and quiet nature but even that didn't give the kid any branwen points.
Although in saying that, he could appreciate his choice in clothing as he turned his gaze downward towards his huntsman attire, eyeing it appreciatively, dark grey trench coat unbuttoned to show off his black buttoned up suit vest and red undershirt, a pair of dark grey cargo pants to which Qrow wasn't all that suprised to see a blue wolf insignia running down the left side of his pants. For footwear he seemed to stick to the classics with a pair of black combat boots.
And just for that he gets a branwen point.
Qrow was pulled from his observation as he heard a beeping noise coming from his left pocket, reaching down to pull out his scroll a frown marring his features as he read the message.
Sender: Asshat/buzzkill/tai
Message received: QROW!!!, you lying bastard!. you complete utter piece of wasted space! you told me that you were gonna take the students out for a grimm hunt in the forest, but nooooo!!!. you just had take your class to the combat arena using them as an excuse to fight that kid you've had your eye on ever since he came here!, well enough! is enough!! I'm on my way now, before you!!, end up doing something stupid... again!!! why can't you just listen to me?!, just one time is all I ask of you, is that so, hard?!!.
P.S: By the way the girls say hi.
Blinking slowly at his scroll for a minute, before looking up towards fenrir, then back down to his scroll, scoffing at the message. seeing as he was in trouble anyway he gave a short reply then proceeded to toss his scroll unceremoniously to the side, not caring if it was broken or not, he pulled his weapon out the ringing of the blade catching his opponents attention as it came into view.
Qrow gave the kid a faint smile his eye's glinting mischievously."Heh let's see what yah got!."He exclaimed with an air of excitement around him as he charged at fenrir without warning.
The scroll sat there quietly, as chaos ensued the sound of blades clanging, and screams and shouts of students in the background, the screen blaring brightly as it displayed Qrows reply.
Operator: Qrow/Best uncle
Message sent: Hi girl'z ;)...
~Fenrir~
Fenrir's eye's widened as his senses kicked in, backflipping out of the way of qrow's downward slash, the man's blade sending a mini shockwave as it connected with the ground, catching him completely off guard at the amount of strength and speed the man possessed.
But not being one to be taken lightly, Fenrir used his left hand to grasp and pull Howl from his back in mid-air before righting himself upward aiming his shotgun at qrow while giving him a narrowed look, firing off two smoke shells.
Qrow smirked at the incoming projectiles, switching his stance, holding his weapon one handed, swinging in an upward slash lazily, releasing a concentrated wave of aura, causing the shells to explode as it connected, creating a large plume of smoke.
With the smoke screen covering qrows vision, using his semblance to lighten his body to stay mid-air a bit longer, fenrir took advantage of the time he had, unequipping howls shotgun then flicking the trigger to release the blade, before spinning around in mid-air using the momentum gained to hurl howl into the smoke, the blade spinning wildly as it it whizzed through the air.
With Qrows smirk still in place."Heh smart kid." flashing foward at high speeds, he swung his blade in a horizontal slash in an effort to clear the smoke, his eye's widened slightly in confusion, as his swing was interrupted as it clanged against another object, disrupting his efforts altogether, thinking it was the kid he charged through after him.
How wrong he was...
Landing on the ground a few feet away from the smoke, hearing the sound of metal against metal, a sure sign of his strategic success, his eye's narrowing as he spotted howl flying out of the smoke towards him, qrow charging in after it. outstretching his left arm opening his hand and grabbing howl's handle, using the momentum to twist his body around in a 360 spin, his shotgun equipped as he came to a halt Howl's twin barrel's point blank at a smirking qrow.
Qrow ducked just in time as fenrir let off another shot missing him by a hair and a half, staring up at the kid with an almost condescending smirk in his crouched position, aiming a uppercut with his lefthand, trying to take advantage of the fight.
Fenrir leaned back from qrows uppercut, his fist narrowly missing his chin, using his semblance to double the weight in his legs for his counter strike, aiming a spinning back kick to the man's chest, whilst flicking his weapon's trigger releasing howl's blade.
Thinking fast as the kick came near qrow raised harbinger up lazily in a horizontal block, the kick hitting the flat of his blade uselessly, a cocky smirk ever present as he stared into fenrir's intense golden eye's.
That proved to be a mistake on qrow's part...
With his foot still connected to qrow's blade, lightening howl for an increase in speed, kicking his leg off the blade he followed up with a single handed upward slash, that had caught qrow off guard, the blade connected with enough force to launch qrow a good distance into the air.
Qrow righted himself, switching harbinger into it's shotgun mode, firing several rounds at the kid in which fenrir blocked each round with ease, while still being airborne before he landed skidding back slightly to dodge the horizontal slash that was intended to slit his throat, before readying himself to counter the next strike.
Catching the shift in qrow's stance fenrir leaped back to distance himself from the man his blade at his side as he bent foward ready to attack at any moment.
The audience had remained silent throughout the fight. all of them had been a little confused on why fenrir hadn't capitalized, all of them thinking that he had qrow on the rope's, their untrained eye's not noticing a key point that neither one of them would be able to get.
In actuality they had both been probing eachother since the beginning of the fight, gaining insight on eachother's style's, and fighting capabilities to distinguish a pattern and possible weakness's for them to exploit.
Qrow shifted his stance spinning his sword in his right hand as he motioned the kid to come at him with his left hand, a devilish grin now playing on his lip's as he felt how fun this fight was beginning to get.
Fenrir's eye's glowed brightly taking offence to the man's goading attitude, bending his right leg foward his left arm pulled back as he positioned his blade into a reversed grip, running towards the man, the look on his face one of determination etched with malicious intent.
Some of the student's began to notice that thing's were starting to get a bit heated, unfortunately their obvious worry was cast aside by the fact that most of the class were busy recording the fight on their scroll's and cheering fenrir on.
Twisting his body around as he neared qrow using the momentum gained to synchronize his slashes with his spin's akin to a tornado, the blow's had been vicious, fast, and unrelenting the serrated teeth shredding along qrow's own blade, unfortunately for fenrir, qrow was still able to block every one of his attack's.
But at least his grin was gone now. qrow's expression hardened, as he decided to take this fight a little more seriously.
Qrow eyed his opponents strikes perceptively, parrying every blow with well timed strikes of his own, unfortunately it was proving ineffective in stopping fenrir's fast paced onslaught, making it difficult to find an opening without using his full strength on his opponent.
If he were being honest with himself, the kid had already exceeded his low expectations for every student he's had thus far, he had never faced a student with this many skills in their age group, especially how unorthodox some of his fighting methods were.
He was either the prodigal student of some ninja or something else entirely.
"The kid's report say he's from atlas, hn?, a quick visit to the Ice queen doesn't sound all that bad." qrow smirked inwardly at the thought of grinding on that woman's nerves, the enjoyment of it too much to pass up.
Fenrir had noticed his opponents lapse in concentration with his thoughtful expression, stabbing his sword into the ground whilst performing a handstand spinning his body around before propelling his foot into the mans face, the force of it making an audible cracking sound, taking advantage of qrow's slightly dazed expression he ripped his sword out of the ground before returning to his whirlwind strikes.
"Gah!! shit!"
Shaking his head his eye's narrowing as they regained focus onto the incoming blade, blocking just in time qrow smirked devilishly at fenrir. "Heh gotta admit that actually hurt kid." he muttered cheekily before his tone became serious at what he said next.
"But I got a date with an inn keep."
Pulling off the metaphorical kiddy gloves, qrow in a saber like posture twisted his blade and jabbed it into one of fenrir's incoming strikes, hitting the underside of fenrir's blade that caused his opponent to lose his footing and spiral out of control, angling his body to his side pulling his right leg back before delivering a devasting spin kick to the side of fenrir's head whilst he was still trying to steady himself.
Spiralling in mid-air, before landing on his back with an audible thud fenrir grimaced in pain, but unfortunately he had no time to evaluate before he had to roll out of the way of qrows blade that had been aimed to pierce his chest, flipping himself up with the tip of his blade before placing it on his back blocking qrow's attempted to slash at his back whilst he was rolling in the air, planting his hand on the ground before flipping back vertically in a tornado like spin before pulling howl out again his grip normal, as he landed skidding back slightly, qrow clashing with him not long after.
Staring at fenrir's even expression, only a smidgen of a smirk left on his face as qrow pressed harbingers blade against howl, spark's flying off of them both in their struggle for dominance.
Fenrir's struggling became more apparent as it was difficult for him to match qrow's far superior strength, he could feel every nerve in his arms start to pulse erratically under the pressure.
Growling lowly, fenrir saw no other way around it, pulling howls trigger, curving his blade foward as the blade folded in on harbinger, unfortunately his efforts in trying to yank the blade out of qrows grasp seemed to only create a one-sided tug of war, to which the victor was obvious.
Giving qrow the opening needed to end it here and now.
Fenrirs eyes widened as he heard the clockwork mechanism clicking about, qrows blade splitting into sections before he was able to see qrows blade fold back in on howl he felt himself being lifted in air.
The class were more awed by the form of which his blade had taken. no longer the single edged greatsword that everyone had grown accustomed to, now qrow stood menacingly his scythe risen high as he gazed upwards into fenrirs widened orbs the red in his eye's looking far more sinister than ever.
feeling the rush of wind in his face as he was twirled around was a much wanted comfort compared to the absolute agony he felt as he was slammed back first into the ground, cracking the floor of the arena as his body was imprinted into cobbled stone.
Qrow stared at the kid not an ounce of pity in his eyes as he regarded fenrirs pained expression with a look of indifference, all in all the kid was finished.
Turning away from his downed opponent, just as he was about to yank his scythe out of the kids grasp he noticed it wouldn't budge, pulling again didn't seem to help either. closing his eyes with a chuckle before turning his head upward with a small smirk his eye's opening again a look of admiration mixed with a tinge of annoyance.
"Not giving up that easy huh kid?."
'Click'
"Hn?"A look of confusion marred qrows face, grumbling to himself as he turned his head back to tell the kid to quit it, "The hell are yo-?.."
Qrow never did admit alot of things, but he had to say he was suprised by what he saw.
There fenrir lay, his aura cackling about as it had been completely and utterly spent, his body looking no better, his breathing laboured as he took in gulps of air, but that look in his eyes, the look of absolute defiance and inner rage reminded him so much of a certain runaway raven.
But that wasn't what really surprised him.
What had actually surprised qrow, were the twin barrels aimed directly at him, the blade of his scythe trapped within Howls folded blade, and given they were admittedly large barrels and remembering several shots that were fired at him, it was safe to say at close range he'd be pretty fucked.
Still breathing heavily fenrir stared at qrow silently for awhile, taking in his surprised look before uttering out quietly. "Co- con- concede."
Qrows suprise still lingered, even though your aura dictates your victories, once your out, your out. but they said nothing about holding an opponent at point blank range while your aura was spent.
"Screw you tai, this ones mine." Qrow thought to himself, already making plans on how to keep the kid to train privately.
Offering a lopsided smirk his eyes returning to its natural dull look. "heh. whatever."
~ Present time ~
A hollow victory to be sure, the class were all cheers and congratulations after the match, they wouldn't shut up about how qrow had conceded for months, the story of the fight had been through so much embellishments it was likely to be at the point that one thousand grimm had shown up to watch.
Professor Taiyang had shown up as well, it wasn't surprising to see them argue, well qrow just stood there picking his ear and nodded while the professor yelled at him.
Qrow never did say where that bruise on his cheek had come from a week later.
And Tai-yang got angry when you pointed out the scar on his chin...
"Hey."
Feeling a hand on his shoulder fenrir's apparent reminiscing phase finished as he stared up at qrow, a questioning gleam in his eye as his face remained calm.
Red eyes trained themselves firmly on the figure currently approaching them, noting the empty corridor, barren of any onlookers or annoying kids, qrow was prepared for this, it was time to offer his piece to the game.
"Well well..."
Turning to look at the person who seemed to get qrow to stand a tad bit straighter. the figure in question seeming to have a certain air of authority, but even so, the smile on the persons face seemed too enigmatic to be anything but trustworthy.
"What has this qrow found within its talons today?"
~ Chapter end ~
Author: Ok, one. I am so sorry for how long it took me to upload this, two. I am sorry if it is disappointing and seems rather slack but damn it took me awhile... i know i suck haha.
Ok enough with the self loathing, i am not very good at fight sequences, this one being a practice for me since its my first, so any advice on how to make it better is highly appreciated.
But who is this mysterious figure?... (I mutter sarcastically)...
But the friend he had, expect her to be a recurring part of his life... sadly there are no second chances in any normal world.
Anywho, I dont exactly know when the next chapter comes out, but lets just put a pin on it, but thank you oh so much for your patience and not telling me to kill myself. thank you ;-).
Criticism is highly advised for future growth...