Sorry for it being two months, but at least it wasn't seven months...? ;-;
Blake:
Classes continued in their usual manner the next day. The hunters in training sat bored out of their minds until the sweet ring of the bell finally freed them. Blake casually packed up her belongings and left her history class where she almost immediately saw Yang who'd no doubt knocked down everyone in her way to arrive so quickly from the other wing of the school.
"Hey, Blake!" Yang cheerfully greeted.
Blake smiled, "Hey, Yang. How many people did you plow through this time?"
"Only seven! I'm a master of these hallways!" Yang boasted.
"Only seven?" Blake skeptically replied, "Is that an achievement?"
Shrugging, Yang explained, "It's an improvement from yesterday's fourteen. Plus, only three of the people today actually fell down."
"Well," Blake couldn't help but grinning at the absurdity, "You're right. That's technically an improvement…technically."
"You betcha!" Yang beamed.
As the pair exited the building into the courtyard, Yang glanced around, ensuring no one was too close, and asked, "Hey, Blake?"
Taking notice of Yang's tone, Blake turned her attention to the blonde, "Yeah?"
Yang glanced around again, clearly feeling either unconfident or unsure about something.
"Here," Yang finally said, "Walk with me real quick."
'I already was but if you insist,' Blake thought as she followed Yang. They approached a path branching through some bushes and trees away from the main courtyard. After a few moments, Blake realized this was where Yang had ran off to the other day. The bushes and trees quickly thickened, isolating the pair from the other students racing around the academy.
Yang glanced around yet again, now seeming to be satisfied. She stopped walking, turned around and started again, "Okay, Blake. Sorry about that, but I needed to talk to you privately."
"I kind of figured as much. You were assuming Ruby and Weiss would be back at the room?"
"Yeah," Yang replied, scratching her head.
"So," Blake prompted, "What have you got to talk about?"
"Okay," Yang started, "Now I don't want to sound pushy, but the thought kind of crossed my mind yesterday…"
"Yes?" Blake grew slightly worried.
After a deep breath, Yang finally asked, "Will we be able to actually go out and do stuff – like date, dinner, movie type things? I mean obviously I'd behave myself and it'd just be like friends going out. I still totally understand your reasoning behind keeping this secretive. Of course this also isn't to say I'm already getting sick of us just hanging out in our team's room! I still love just hanging out with you. I'm just worried we may get bored of doing the same thing together and then eventually get bored of each other somehow and that would really fucking suck. So I don't know. This is stupid. Is this stupid? Maybe I'm stupid? I'm just really concerned that-"
'Oh it's beautiful how much she cares,' Blake thought.
Yang was abruptly silenced as Blake pecked a short kiss on her cheek. Yang immediately blushed, confusedly asking, "W-what was that for?"
"That was so you'd stop rambling," Blake said with a grin as she grabbed Yang's hands. "Look I understand your concern and I'd love for us to go out…but…"
'ughhh but nothing!' Blake thought, 'I've already asked her to keep our relationship a secret. Asking for us to never go anywhere is definitely asking for too much from her…yet that still doesn't make the idea feel any less terrifying. I'm going to be freaking out the entire time!'
Yang's words from the previous evening resonated in Blake's ear as she thought the situation through, 'No one's going to treat you or me any differently.' As she gazed up to the lilac eyes before her, she knew she couldn't deny this to Yang.
'I suppose I'll go along and share in her arguably blind, yet comforting, optimism,' Blake decided, 'but on one condition.'
Sighing, the faunus finally replied, "Okay how about this. If you put up a good act for the rest of the week and convince me we can keep this a secret, then we can go somewhere this Friday. Fair?"
Blake immediately lost her breath as the blonde crushed her in a massive hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Yang excitedly squealed. "You won't regret it! We'll have so much fucking fun! Yes! Oh, Yes! Thank you!"
"Yang," Blake squeaked, "Can't…breathe."
Yang immediately released her and stepped back, still grinning profusely, "Sorry. I'm just so excited now! I'll have to start planning!"
"And you'll have to act appropriately during class now," Blake clarified.
"Easy," Yang beamed.
Just then, Yang's scroll went off. As she took out the device and read the newest message, she chuckled.
"What is it?" Blake asked, curious.
Yang replied, "Ruby wants us to do our usual sparring with team JNPR today. We apparently need some practice before we have our routine sparring matches in Goodwitch's class tomorrow. She said you and I need to 'kiss and cuddle later and fight super-cool-like right now.'"
"Oh, our mature and wise team leader," Blake grumbled.
Yang continued laughing with Blake's response. "Well let's head to the sparring hall then," Blake muttered as she turned to walk back to the main courtyard.
Yang, still laughing, replied, "Yeah, right behind you. Let's go 'fight super-cool-like'."
…
The pair shortly arrived at the sparring hall. Despite being where Goodwitch taught her classes, the massive room was open to any hunters wishing to practice some combat during other hours of the day. It was usually quite crowded with teams both sparring and spectating, and today seemed to be no different. As Blake and Yang entered the room, they quickly spotted the rest of their team standing with team JNPR among several others already brawling around them.
"Hey, guys!" Ruby beamed as her teammates arrived, "I'm glad you made it! Are you ready to kick some butt?"
"The real question is are you ready to get your butt kicked?" Nora gleefully countered. "It will be us doing the butt kicking around here! You're not going to beat us this week! Well most of us anyways…"
"…hey," Jaune muttered.
"We'll see about that!" Yang grinned, "So how are we organizing this week?"
Pyrrha stepped forward, answering, "Professor Goodwitch said we'd be having random single matches in class tomorrow, so I'd think some one-on-ones would be the most appropriate."
"B-but," Jaune muttered, "is that really the best idea? I mean…uh…"
The teams playfully laughed in response. Ruby finally replied, "Don't worry, Jaune. You've been improving a lot by sparring against me the past few days. If it makes you feel better we can just put you against Weiss. She won't be too threatening."
"Excuse me?" Weiss snapped, crossing her arms.
"That actually would work perfectly," Pyrrha noted, "We've been rotating who fights who for the past couple weeks, and Jaune's due to fight Weiss anyways."
"Oh that's right!" Ruby remembered, "Uh, do you remember who everyone else is fighting? I didn't write our rotations down…"
"Yeah, whose butt's getting kicked?" Nora exclaimed, already wielding her hammer.
Pyrrha chuckled, "I believe the next was rotation was Yang and I, Jaune and Weiss, Ruby and Ren, and Blake and Nora."
Nora hastily pointed her hammer towards Blake, demanding, "Yes! Are you ready for this?"
Blake leaned away, eyes widened, "Um yeah…sure."
"Then let's do this!" Nora beamed.
'Oh dear god,' Blake thought.
"Wait…" Ruby said as she glanced around the sparring hall, still filled with other teams already fighting, "How are we going to do this? I don't think there's enough room in here for much more chaos."
Pyrrha pointed across the hall noting, "There's still some space over there. We could just run one pair at a time like a tournament - winner by best out of four?"
"Sounds good to me," Yang agreed, "So Nora and Blake first? Does that sound good to you all?"
"You bet it does! Let's get this started! Victory to all of team JNPR! ...well to most of us anyways!"
"…thanks Nora…" Jaune mumbled.
As the teams marched across the hall, Yang nudged Blake's side, giving her a wink as she said, "Good luck! I'll be cheering you on!"
Blake smiled in response squeaking, "Thanks." She was not particularly excited to battle Nora, but such would at least be decent practice against some more energetic opponents – better to make the most of it.
Blake stood several yards in front of Nora now with everyone else standing off to the side. The faunus drew her weapon, Gambol Shroud, gripping the blade in one hand with the sturdy sheath in the other. Nora hefted up her hammer, Magnhild, grinning almost maliciously.
"Do you have our auras up on your scroll, Pyrrha?" Nora asked.
"Sure do!" Pyrrha replied.
"Then …ARE YOU READY, BLAKE?" Nora yelled.
Blake nodded in response, grinning. 'Let's see what you've got, pinky,' Blake thought.
Now madly excited, Nora slammed her hammer to the ground, igniting the grenade component of her hammer, effectively launching her far into the air. With hardly a second's notice, Blake dove to the side, avoiding a critical hammer strike whooshing only inches from her head. Nora landed far behind Blake, sliding to an eventual halt as the faunus dashed towards her.
Nora turned to counter her oncoming enemy, swiping with her hammer to keep a distance, but Blake left behind several shadow clones with her semblance as she jumped and spun over the attacks. The faunus swung her sheath as she flew over her opponent, knocking Nora in the back and forcing her to stumble forward.
Blake quickly landed and charged towards her unsteady foe, but was just barely too slow. Nora had steadied and brought her hammer back around just as Blake hastily raised her own weapon to block the strike. The impact shoved Blake to the ground where she rolled back up just as Nora's hammer echoed on the hard floor.
Blake tried to jump further away, but Nora was right on top of her, sending continuous strikes that were just barely missing their target.
Now slightly panicked, Blake conjured another shadow and dove to the side to try and escape from Nora's path of destruction. However, Nora successfully predicted the trick and managed to just barely catch Blake's torso, lighting off an explosive impact that sent the faunus flying.
Blake grunted on the impact with the ground and struggled to quickly stand back up. After looking back up towards Nora, she realized she'd dropped her sheath. Only her blade was left in her grip which would do little to block the immense power behind Nora's hammer.
As Nora charged forward again, Blake gripped the ribbons of her blade and trotted forward. Nora came in close yet again and resumed a fury of strikes in front of her. Blake tensed, as if she was about to leap over the horizontal strikes, but instead left a shadow and slid under Nora's passing attack. The shadow instantly vaporized from the strikes as Blake brought herself back up, now behind her foe, and struck Nora's legs. The hammer wielder slipped for a moment, but remained standing. Nora turned and moved in on Blake yet again as the faunus back pedaled.
Nora hefted Magnhild for another slamming attack which prompted Blake to brace herself. Blake easily flipped backwards to dodge the massive vertical arc which slammed onto the ground, so she then took the chance after landing of leaping forward, over her foe, for a hopefully decisive strike. However, Nora giggled in response.
'Oh crap, why is she…' Blake's thoughts were cut off as Nora pulled the trigger on her hammer, igniting another explosion which sent the weapon arcing backwards, directly into Blake with the back of its massive top. Nora pulled the arc of the hammer back down behind her, effectively catching and slamming Blake down with the full force of the explosion into the floor. Blake immediately felt all the air leave her lungs as her aura nearly completely dissolved.
"Hey, that's it!" Pyrrha yelled.
The students jogged over to the combatants. Yang hastily knelt by Blake's side saying with clear worry, "Hey, are you okay?"
Blake nodded as she caught her breath and sat up.
Yang sighed, "Good. Jeez that was insane. How much of her aura was left, Pyrrha?"
"About two percent."
"Heh, that was a great match, Blake!" Nora beamed, still fully energized, "Sorry if I kicked your butt a little too hard."
Blake stood up, grinning, "Not at all. Good match."
"Here," Ruby handed Blake back her sheath from the floor. "So is it my turn now?"
"Sure, Ruby," Pyrrha tapped on her scroll, loading up the next sets of aura, "Are you ready Ren?"
"You bet," Ren replied with his dual pistols In hand.
"Alright!" Ruby grinned as her Crescent Rose extended at her side. "Let's do it!"
Yang:
As their fighting area was cleared again, Ruby and Ren launched into combat. The two raised their weapons and released a fury of rounds at range. Ren eventually found his pistols to be inferior to Ruby's sniper rifle, so he leapt far in the air and brought the fight closer and more physical.
Ruby easily parried Ren's short ranged swipes and kicks with her massive scythe, but Ren stayed diligent regardless. The two continued to dance in a circle.
"Ruby has certainly improved," Pyrrha noted to the other spectators, "I know Ruby's defense isn't her strongest aspect, but she's holding up."
"That's my sister!" Yang boasted, "She's learned from the best!"
"Um, you aren't her partner who practices with her…" Weiss pointed out.
"Go Ruby!" Yang ignored.
Ren had just been knocked to the ground by a successful swipe of the scythe. He gracefully leapt back to his feet before Ruby could advance further. Ren backed away, taking more shots from his pistols. Ruby grinned, raised Crescent Rose, and began spinning the scythe around her with her semblance. As she deflected all the incoming bullets, she leapt through the air as a bladed tornado towards her opponent.
Ren slid under the blade storm, catching Ruby's legs with his own. The cloaked girl yelped and stumbled forward as she was forced out of her semblance. She tried to turn to meet Ren again, but as she did so, he caught her it the stomach with a heavy punch which was shortly followed by a high kick to the side of her head. Ruby fell to the ground.
"Hey that's the match!" Pyrrha yelled, indicating Ruby's aura had been drained.
"Hey, you okay, Ruby?" Yang yelled over.
"Yeah!" Ruby replied as Ren helped her stand up. "Man that was almost pathetically quick. I really left myself open again, didn't I?"
"Sadly yes," Ren replied, "Your attack was certainly intimidating, though. It was certainly a good fight."
"That's two matches to team JNPR!" Nora exclaimed, "Now the best you can hope for is a tie!"
"Hey, a tie's honorable. You all tied us last week," Yang noted.
"That was only because you forfeited to Jaune claiming to be 'too tired to bother fighting'," Weiss added, "That should've been a victory."
"Heh, that's not the point," Yang chuckled, rubbing the back of her head, "Well, I'm sure Ms. Schnee will bring honor to team RWBY with the first victory of the day?"
"You could at least pretend there's a chance," Jaune muttered.
"Don't worry Jaune," Nora grinned, "We already can't lose, so there's no reason for you to worry. Just do your best!"
As Pyrrha loaded up the next match, she shrugged and added, "She's right."
Jaune sighed as he pulled out his sword and shield, "Alright. Let's just go ahead with it then."
Weiss and Jaune walked out for the match. The heiress took her silver rapier, Myrtenaster, in her grip and spun the chamber several times. Jaune hesitantly raised his own weapons.
With a crack in his voice, Jaune asked, "Hey, Weiss? Could we maybe keep this dust free?"
"No," Weiss snapped without a bit of hesitation.
"B-but uh…I," Jaune looked over to the rest for assistance.
"Uh, Weiss? Perhaps such a handicap could make things a bit fairer?" Pyrrha noted.
Weiss shook her head, "How so? He's perfectly allowed to use dust as well."
"Weiss," Ruby crossed her arms, "This is all supposed to be practice. Relying a bit less on your dust and more on your physical abilities will do you good."
"Fine," Weiss rolled her eyes as she removed the dust canisters from her sword, "Happy?"
Ruby beamed, "Yep! Now go kick butt!"
"Such would be easier with my dust," Weiss grumbled.
"Thanks, Weiss!" Jaune grinned, "Are you ready, then?"
"Obviously!" Weiss snapped.
"Alright! Alright!" Jaune raised his sword and shouted, "Then let's go!"
Jaune charged forward, every step echoing across the floor. He halved the distance between him and Weiss before she finally reacted with a flick of her arm. One of her glyphs instantly conjured under the boy's feet. Without any reaction time, the glyph shot upward, sending Jaune flying past Weiss into a tumble on the ground. Weiss turned with a smirk to face her opponent taking plentiful time to stand back up.
"Hey, Weiss!" Yang yelled, "Maybe restrict your semblance also?"
"Oh come on!" the heiress snapped.
"He doesn't even know his semblance yet! Don't pretend that's fair!" Yang continued.
Weiss groaned, "Fine."
Jaune had brought himself back up, now with a clearly embarrassed smile. "Thanks again Weiss! This is good practice…I think!"
"It better be," Weiss replied, now walking casually forward, flicking her rapier around.
Jaune charged forward again, weapons forward. Once approached, his sword hastily came at a diagonal swipe toward the heiress which was passively parried by her own rapier. He tried to recover quickly and swiped again through a vertical arc. Weiss parried the attack again, following u with a step and swing to Jaune's side. He raised his shield barely in time for the attack to ricochet.
Jaune rotated towards his opponent and tried moving forward, shield first. Weiss replied with a direct thrust to the shield, hitting the iron into his face, effectively dazing him from the impact. The heiress then gracefully flipped around Jaune to his sword-wielding side where she sent a storm of rapier slashes. Jaune managed to blindly swipe away about two before the rest consecutively struck and ultimately thrust him off balance onto the ground.
"Hey, he's doing better," Yang stated.
Grinning, Pyrrha mimicked, "He's learned from the best!"
Before Jaune could fully recover, Weiss spun over him, slashing across his arm which forced him to drop his shield.
"Hey, watch it!" Jaune yelped.
"You watch it!" Weiss snapped, "A real opponent isn't going to give you all the time in the world to get up!"
With his sword now wielded in both hands, Jaune stood and tried again to land a single, powerful hit, but Weiss' evasion was proving to be simply too adept. She parried and side stepped every repeated attack. He couldn't really try much more than swiping at different angles and was starting to wear himself out. Weiss started side stepping far more than actually parrying his attacks.
With a frustrated surge of energy, Jaune yelled, jumped, and attempted another swipe. With an elegant twirl, Weiss avoided the arc and struck Myrtenaster into Jaune's side. Jaune stumbled, almost willingly leaving himself open as Weiss continued a rhythm of continuous slashes. After nearly a dozen, he finally collapsed, having both his aura and adrenaline wiped away.
"And that's the match!" Pyrrha announced.
Jaune sat up groaning as the ice queen hooked her rapier back onto her belt and walked back to the group.
"Good job, guys!" Ruby beamed, "That was an awesome match!"
"Okay, don't lie to my face," Jaune said as he lifted himself up and fiddled with his collapsible weapons.
Pyrrha placed her hand on his shoulder, "No really, that was great. You're getting better!"
Jaune grinned, "Heh, if you say so."
Grinning, Yang said, "Looks like it's down to the final fight. You ready, Pyrrha?"
Handing her scroll over to Ren, she answered, "Absolutely. Let's see how much we've improved since we last fought."
"Yeah, let's see!" Yang turned back to her team, "Wish me luck, team!"
"Good luck!" Ruby gave a thumbs-up.
"Yeah, you'll need luck against Pyrrha..." Weiss mumbled.
"Good luck," Blake added with a smile.
The two combatants separated away for the final match. Yang's bracelets expanded into her full gauntlets, Ember Celica, as Pyrrha drew her spear and shield.
"No holding back now!" Pyrrha called.
"Certainly wasn't planning on it!" Yang smirked.
With that, the battle began. Yang fired a succession of two blasts from her gauntlets as she moved in on her target who moved forward as well, consuming each of the blasts across her shield. Yang launched one more volley as she leapt to the side to flank her foe. Pyrrha ducked under the incoming bullets and swiftly met Yang's following punch with a parry by her spear. With one arm caught to the side, the blond quickly replied with a swing from her right fist, but Pyrrha hastily sidestepped the blow as she magnetized Yang's gauntlets off course. Pyrrha then bashed her shield into Yang, effectively forcing the blond off of her.
Yang back pedaled a few steps, chuckling, "Not bad at all, Pyrrha."
Grinning, the warrior leapt forward and swung her massive spear horizontally. Yang caught the strike with her gauntlet and wound back her other arm for a counter. However, Pyrrha's spear quickly retracted into its shorter form, allowing Pyrrha to block the incoming punch.
Yang backed away again and, with a valiant yell, popped off several more rounds from Ember Celica as she leapt forward. Yang kept straight on her opponent. As the shots from her gauntlets landed against Pyrrha's shield, Yang closed the gap and began furiously combo-punching her foe's defenses, each punch releasing another swarm of bullets. After an extended fury, one final punch sent Pyrrha sliding backwards. She spun her weapon around as it shifted into its ranged-rifle mode.
The two began a spectacular storm of bullets as each shot towards one another, dodging everything with masterful acrobatics. After a final shot from Pyrrha, Yang sailed over the bullet's path, propelling herself with immense speed by lighting off her gauntlets behind her. Pyrrha hastily shifted her weapon back to a spear and raised her shield.
The blond brought her fist to the shield with immense force, effectively forcing Pyrrha off balance. Yang spun with the recoil of the impact over her stumbling foe and threw another punch towards Pyrrha's side. Pyrrha awkwardly parried the attack, forcing her weapon out of her hand. As the weapon clattered to the ground, Yang landed and quickly resumed a blur punches.
After three blows, Pyrrha's shield was knocked to the side. Yang then landed a solid punch to Pyrrha's ribs. Pyrrha winced, but before Yang could try to continue the combo, Pyrrha yelled and activated a burst from her semblance. Yang suddenly felt her gauntlets pulling her away as she stumbled backwards in a 'Y' pose. Pyrrha hastily magnetized her spear back to her hands and leapt towards the unsteady Yang. The warrior unleashed a massive upper-cutting swipe with her spear which connected with Yang's gut with a solid thud. The Blonde was forced into the air by the strike where Pyrrha then jumped and followed up with another massive strike meeting the side of Yang's head. Yang's body began to spin from the impact before she collided with the hard ground.
Pyrrha landed and spun around her spear as her foe started to bring herself up.
"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked.
Yang brought her head back up, smiling. Her eyes were now burning a blood red – burning almost for blood. Her semblance had been activated with full power.
"You're asking the wrong person that question!" Yang called as she stood up and reloaded Ember Celica.
Pyrrha grinned and pointed her spear to the other combatant, "Let's keep going then!"
"Gladly!" Yang yelled as she shot several rounds behind her to propel a powerful charge forward.
Pyrrha braced her shield as more shots collided against it, but no punch followed. Once in range, Yang instead flipped over her foe, sending a flanking round from her gauntlets from above. Pyrrha dove forward to avoid the attack and was quickly met by an assaulting Yang once she recovered.
Each punch Yang threw thudded against Pyrrha's spear or shield. Yang finally just grabbed the handle of Pyrrha's spear and jerked it to the side, surprisingly tearing the weapon from her hands. As the spear clattered to the floor, Pyrrha bashed her shield forward, connecting directly into Yang's jaw. Yang took it without even flinching and with a solid wind up, thrust another punch towards Pyrrha which was narrowly avoided.
Pyrrha jumped back and, with the power of her semblance, fired her shield like a disk. Yang couldn't quite evade it, so the shield struck her in the arm, distracting her momentarily. With that, Pyrrha leapt over to her spear on the ground and hefted it with both hands.
Yang was quickly on top of her yet again, each attack just as powerful and difficult to block as the last. Pyrrha sidestepped and parried every strike, but Yang kept advancing, forcing her to pack pedal. Pyrrha began to purposely back pedal faster, forcing Yang to almost run after her. Yang finally leapt forward to try and land another strike, but Pyrrha hastily stepped to the side and tripped the brawler. As Yang stumbled, Pyrrha wound up and struck her spear across Yang's back, forcing her to tumble the ground.
"That's it! Your aura's down!" Ren called.
"Oh c'mon," Yang chuckled. She sat up, blinking her eyes back to their usual shade of lilac.
Pyrrha stood over her, offering her a hand to help her up. Yang took it and stood back up, sighing, "Great match Pyrrha. I didn't expect anything less."
Pyrrha nodded, "Indeed it was. You've certainly been improving your strikes."
"Hey, what can I say?" Yang grinned.
"That you lost?" Weiss suggested.
"Weiss!" Ruby grumbled.
Delightfully, Nora laughed, "That's right! She did lose! That means team JNPR has won our tournament! We're the winners! Not even Jaune could hold us back! We did it! Ah ha ha ha ha!" Nora started spinning around, clearly overjoyed.
"Right…well that was good practice…I think?" Blake
"Definitely!" Ruby beamed.
"Indeed," Pyrrha agreed, "We should all be well prepared for a fight in class tomorrow."
"Yeah…totally…" Jaune mumbled.
"I agree," Yang smiled as she patted Blake on the back, "now I'd suggest we all relax. I'm pretty sure our auras could use some regenerating."
"My aura is just fine actually," Weiss sneered, "Besides, I've got something to do."
'You mean Neptune?' Yang thought.
"I'll meet you guys later," Weiss promised as she turned and stepped away.
"Later, Weiss!" Ruby called, "So do the rest of you want to come over and hang out? We could break into some videogames?"
"That sounds splendid!" Pyrrha replied, "but unfortunately we have quite a deal of homework to work on. Our team has been procrastinating a great deal." She struggled, but ultimately failed to gaze over to Jaune and Nora.
"Alright then," Ruby nodded, "Guess we'll see you guys in class tomorrow!"
Pyrrha smiled, "Yep! We'll be seeing you!"
So there we go, I've tried my hand at writing combat...lots of combat. I apologize if it grew repetitive or boring to read, or if you were against combat in this story in general since it's certainly more emotionally centered - I can guarantee this won't happen too frequently and certainly never again to this scale. However, I wanted to challenge myself a bit and show life getting back to normal for team RWBY after the whole Yang - Blake disaster. That being said, that's part of why this took so long to write...I was not eager to write combat. So I hope you'll understand ^_^' (and I hope the larger word count makes up for it ...)
Although I did introduce the cute little agreement Yang and Blake have made, oh will the next chapter be fun...well most of it will be fun...oh snap that foreshadowing though. :O
Also team RWBY got their butts kicked. I thought team JNPR could use some love after what they've been through and it would a bit less expected (and less expected = good). I seriously hope I did the Yang vs Pyrrha fight justice. After Volume 3 happened, I really wanted to show Pyrrha being awesome.
In other news this now has 159 followers...the army of people to disappoint only grows more intimidating...oh dear me. Well I certainly hope you're enjoying it. Thanks to everyone that's left reviews - it really means a lot. Do comment if you have input on what I'm doing / ways to improve - I'd LOVE to hear it...especially on that combat anarchy I just created ^_^'
That's about it, so I'll see you next time.