Hi, I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose. You may be wondering why I'm talking to you directly instead of letting the narrator do his job. Sadly, he got fired for snooping in the ladies' shower. Pro tip: if you walk in to somewhere you shouldn't be, turn around instead of jumping in and hiding in my locker. However innocent you try to seem, the odds are never in your favor.

Now, for the quick recap of what happened between where we left off and the narrator getting fired. Me n' Blake partnered up, kicked ass, did not almost die, killed a giant bird, fell off of a giant bird, wait hold on.. (do I have to read this…? Seriously? Fine. I better be getting paid for this) ahem, sorry, jerked off a scorpion to death, and got put onto a team. Then we went to the showers, I went to grab a towel, and you know what happened from there. But you didn't want the short version did you? Apparently it's not good for sales or something, so I need to give you the full recap. (I am not using this… thing as my script, I'd rather ad lib it)

So, upon our partnership forming, we began moving back towards Beacon's cliffs for pickup. We may have had a head start, but at what cost? It's not even like being ahead matters, I think. I hope. Because we sure took our sweet time making it back. But I digress. Blake seemed alright, she has a pretty nasty RBF, but it's clear her scowl is more of 'Leave me alone, I'm busy being bored' than a 'I hate you' kind of look. Probably. I'll be the second to admit I don't have much experience in people. Or maybe third. Who knows.

It just so happened that on the way back, we met a couple other students. Just some nameless boys, and probably could have been faceless too. They looked like cookie cutter bad guy's minions. Black suits, dress shoes in the middle of the woods, single edged Mistralian swords, and worst of all, sunglasses. They have a striking resemblance to the thugs I beat up outside of that dust shop, except these nerds were blonde and had blue ties on.

Fun fact, they fit the dumb blonde stereotype to an almost criminal degree. Apparently Ozpin said they had to destroy everything in their way, or they will fail. Perhaps he was talking about Grimm, and not their soon to be classmates, but this is just speculation.

Regardless of the cause, the threat still lay ahead: Two idiots who were holding their bootleg craigslist katanas and pointing in our general direction. First off, it's pretty obvious looking at the blade that it was made with super cheap steel. Or ridiculously high carbon steel. They were incredibly dark, and likely did not have a chemical coat of any kind. Either way, it was brittle. Goon 2's even had a small crack in it. I didn't have much on me to break swords with though; my sword has a rounded off guard for some god unknown reason (I thought it looked cool two years ago) And judging by their stance, the two probably weren't up to snuff with trying to fence two Huntresses (in training).

Goon 1 charged me, drawing both arms behind his head. He swung overhead, but missed by a considerable distance. I dodged by jumping to the right. Sword in my left hand, I pointed it straight to the mofo's chin. "Stick em' up" I said in my most intimidating voice. It came out at around the pitch and consistency of a cat meowing for air while on sulfur hexafluoride. He dropped his blade.

I kicked it out of the way. Maybe not the best idea considering I didn't have shoes on, but I'm a big girl. My aura has my back. Probably. At least I'm certain it's watching over my feet.

Now for goon 2. Blake was doing a good job handling him, but he seemed much more skilled than his partner. You could tell he put in a decent amount of time sparring with sharpened edges because he blocked with the flat of the blade. It still isn't a good idea with a sword like his, but eh. His life his choices. If only people granted me the same leniency…

Sorry. Back on topic. I jumped in to finish off the spar. I doubted he had ten years of experience or a semblance that could outdo yours truly, so this was a cake walk. Steel on steel rang out as our blades clashed for the first time. I pressed forward, using more jabs and pokes than he would have probably been comfortable with, considering his sword. His aura was slowly starting to dim as Blake and I slashed away at it. He managed to catch one of my strikes, flicked it away by turning the blade, and tried to bring his sword onto my wrist. I pulled my hand up, drew what looked like a backwards 'J' with the tip of my sword, and caught his blade on my guard. I twisted it up and disarmed him.

"Damn Ruby, you got the moves"

Ten years of blood and sweat does that to you. Well, I guess it's more like 3, since I only spend 8 hours a day training normally, but whatever.

"You gotta show me that when we get back"

Is there a response to that besides 'okay'? Because I feel like that cuts off a conversation. Like, how is she supposed to respond to 'okay'? I know I don't know. So, I did the one thing worse than saying okay, and that is saying nothing. I just kinda smiled at her. Small smile though. If I do a big smile like what the yearbook lady wants, I look like a deer in headlights. It's weird.

I put my sword back in its sheath. The two boys grabbed their swords and scurried off eastward. They should have been heading north, but it doesn't matter. Just then, I noticed something huge.

"Hey Blake"

"Yeah"

"I think we can get back faster"

"How?"

"When I say go, grab my hand…"

And thus, I attempt to write a fight scene. I pretty much spent all of my free time on this, instead of anything else. Reading, rereading, correcting. It needs to be decent. I hope I accomplished such.

As to why it's short… time. This one has been cooking for a week or two now, so I decided screw length, just get it out.

Ruby's POV is something temporary. You get the privilege of one more chapter in the mind of Red. After that, we approach Qrow. I'm still working out how to amp out his character actions beyond his interactions with Ruby, but oh well.

Lastly, the teachers. Oobleck and Port are already cranked up to 11. So was Nora, and I realize now that making it 12 was a mistake. So I've been toying with idea of making them like -10. Imagine if Nora was anemic, quiet, and a dustweaver instead of being a louder, crazier, stronger, more reality defying hammer wielding ginger than in canon. You can't exactly top canon Nora without breaking reality, so I just kinda said fuck it and did it anyways. Hindsight is 20-20 I suppose.

Lastly, a poll for the two people that comment on my work (thanks btw, you rock): Should there be OC's? None, if any, will be coming up soon, but if y'all want they'll be there.