Blake vs Jaune, let's see how this plays out shall we?

But first, I am returning to School for the fall, and it appears as if I am going to have a great deal on my plate. This means that my posting for all of my stories will slow if not cease for the next three months, my apologies, but I will try and return to this and the others stories when I can, thank you.

Overwatch: Remnants Chapter XI

Show and Tell Part II

Blake stood up, feeling the eyes of her fellow students burrowing into her, and now more than ever she hoped her disguise wouldn't glitch, but she kept her face in a coached veneer of calm.

Her opponent meanwhile looked like he was about to vomit, his face a cocktail of confused panic.

"Professor Goodwitch, will we be using our own weaponry?" she asked, earning a smattering of exciting muttering, while Jaune whipped his head towards her so quickly she heard his neck crack.

"Not for this demonstration." Glynda stated, "We have several hard-light training weapons that will be used today, and in the future unless stated otherwise."

Blake nodded, and made her way down the bleachers, while Jaune seemed to have been rooted to his seat.

She turned back to look at him, and saw Nora, literally dragging him out of his seat, and then pushing him out onto the steps, he shot her a dirty look before following after Blake at a very sedated pace.

"Good luck!" Nora called out, and Blake heard Jaune mutter in response, "Thanks, I'm going to need it."

As they reached the arena, she looked up at Winston, who smiled at her his disguise exuding the same kind of goofy warmth that he seemed to regularly.

"Here you two are," he stated, as he passed out two small rectangles, "ARA Shields, I will want them back after the sparring session."

"Yes, sir," Jaune muttered, still looking like he was on the verge of a panic attack as he attached the shield to his belt above his hip.

Blake attached her's to her left shoulder, a bubble of blue energy appearing for a second before retracting into a halo that covered both of their forms.

"Now come take your pick!" Lena cried, with a bit of showmanship, gesturing to the hovering tables that had risen out of the floor beside her. Several white metal hilts, and discs laid across the table.

Blake immediately picked up two hilts, flicking them in a manner she figured would be a bit too familiar for a student, the dulled hard-light blades extending and taking on an appearance that was similar enough to her main blade.

Jaune meanwhile stared at the tables for a few seconds more, before picking up one of the larger hilts, and one of the disks. A vaguely longsword-looking blade emerged from the hilt while the disk extended into a hard-light shield.

"Whenever you are both ready," Glynda stated, as the arena's door opened beside her. Blake entered immediately, while Jaune sucked in a deep intake of air and then blew it all out again before following after her.

She whirled on him, holding both blades pointed towards the ground, while he stuttered to a stop, holding his sword a bit more uncertainly.

"On my mark," Glynda said, as a holographic screen appeared between them and began to count down, "3, 2, 1, Commence!"

Blake lunged forward, flashing through the screen before it even had time to fully disappear catching Jaune fully by surprise. Her first blow caught him in the side as she managed to strike beneath his unsteady shield, the second he just barely managed to parry as she aimed at his shoulder.

He stumbled backward, his eyes an odd mix of resolve and fear. He planted his feet and raised his shield before him, his sword hanging down at his side.

She struck again.

Jaune was screaming, internally at least, as Blake landed a kick directly in the center of his shield and pushed him back several feet, and while he was unbalance slapped him in the back with the flat of one of her practice weapons.

His shield sparked, and he reeled away, ears burning in frustrated embarrassment as he counter-attacked only for her to easily dodge away.

He could feel the eyes of all of his classmates on him, especially his roommates and Winter's friends. He could hear a few laughs and a rumble of conversation that seeped into his head over his own beating heart as Blake continued to stalk around him, almost catlike in her stance.

She knew what she was doing.

He didn't have a clue, and it was definitely showing as he shot a side-glance at the teachers who were watching them both intently. Glynda's eyes were narrowed slightly as she watched his stance.

Blake darted in during that moment of hesitation, and before he knew it she had kicked his legs out from under him and he was now lying on his back.

She looked down at him as he laid there stunned, "You've never fought before, have you?"

"Well yeah, I'm a fraud." he thought to himself bitterly, while out of his mouth came, "I mean, I've fought, a little bit...I'm just waiting for the right moment."

"Uh-huh," Blake stated, as she went to strike him in the chest. He raised his shield to protect himself and closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.

"Seems like the right time." the voice in his ear stated, and he felt a sudden surge of energy, his eyes snapping up, with a brief flash of neon purple light glowing from within.

Blake struck down and he surged upwards, throwing her into the air further than he ever should have been able to manage.

She twisted in the air and landed across from him, her head cocked to the head slightly as he surged to his feet.

"Told ya," he said with a surprised smile, to which Blake smirked slightly.

She darted forward, searching for an opening, but he found himself actually able to keep up with her attacks, his shield becoming an actual barrier her blows reflecting off it with a flash of light.

"Just like Grandad." he thought to himself, as he lunged forward from behind his shield, actually managing to score a hit against Blake, who slid backward.

He began to advance towards her, his body still surging with energy that he knew wasn't his, but it felt good regardless.

He failed to notice the cracks appearing in his shield until Blake suddenly struck forward in a spinning blow, her first blade deflecting off the shield while the second punched through it shattering it with a sound like breaking glass.

He blinked in surprise and just managed to duck her next strike.

"I can help you fight." the voice-in-his-ear stated, "But that doesn't mean I'll help you win."

He struck at Blake, as he fought to ignore the voice, and was taken aback as his blade passed right through her.

His brain malfunctioned for a second as he tried to rectify what had just happened when Blake vanished like smoke around his blade, and what he could only assume was the real Blake caught him in the side of the face with a punch.

There was a blaring siren as he went down, still stunned and confused by her moves, and as the abnormal energy faded he felt incredibly tired on top of that.

"And the math goes to Blake Belladonna." a robotic female voice called out.

Jaune looked up, his eyes suddenly focusing on an outstretched hand that turned out to be attached to an ever-so-slightly smiling Blake.

"Thanks." he stated as she helped him to his feet, "That was a mean trick by the way."

Blake shrugged, "You have your abilities and I have mine, but you're welcome."

The door opened, Glynda ushering them both out, "You both need work, Mr. Arc more so than you Ms. Belladonna but still it was a good first demonstration. A round of applause perhaps for these two?"

She turned to the crowd, a smattering of claps beginning that was immediately drowned out by Nora's cheering and a few supportive cries from Blake's roommates.

"That will be all for today everyone," Glynda stated to the student body, "You are free to do what you wish for the rest of today, within reason."

She stated the last part with a glare she swept across the entire crowd as they began to disperse almost immediately.

Jaune sighed in relief that it was over, and grimaced at the sudden burst of hunger and exhaustion that was coursing through him, while Blake turned as both groups of their roommates came rushing over.

"That was so cool!" Ruby cried, bouncing up and down on her heels as she skidded to a halt.

"Thanks," Blake muttered, a bit taken aback by her room-mates emphatic reaction.

"Cool?" Jaune questioned, shooting Ruby a side-eye, "Really?"

"I mean you were getting your butt handed to you without question for a lot of that fight, but that second wind you got was pretty nice." Nora stated, tapping her chin, "Is that your Remnant thingie?"

"Uh...yeah." Jaune lied, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Well, even if it was your first time fighting in an arena you both did quite well," Pyrrha stated, smiling at both of them genuinely.

Jaune shot her a smile, while Blake nodded.

"I get the feeling it wasn't Blake's first time though," Yang stated, as she threw her arm around her roommate, who froze and looked ready to immediately squirm away, "Am I right?"

"Arena yes, fighting no," Blake stated as she pulled herself free of Yang's grasp.

"So what do you guys want to do now?" Ruby asked, staring around at all of them.

"All of us?" Ren asked evenly.

"Well...yeah." Ruby returned with a smile.

"Professor Goodwitch did say we have the rest of the day to ourselves," Winter said, stepping up next to him with a smile, "And we're allowed to go into the city using the ferries, so why don't we go find someplace to eat."

"That sounds incredible," Jaune stated, freezing as his stomach made an audible growling noise.

Yang, Ruby and Nora cracked up a bit at his sheepish expression, while Pyrrha hid a smile behind her hand.

"Food it is then," Yang cried, pointing out one of the archways, "To the docks!"

"Wrong way," Blake muttered with a smirk.

Yang blinked, and turned cautiously, "To the docks!"

"There we go," Blake said, as the group fell in beside each other. Winter was talking to Ren about their abilities, Ruby was rambling to a bemused looking Pyrrha about what kinds of hard-light weapons were available to be used. Yang was at the head of the group with a large smile on her face, Blake a step behind being a bit quiet.

"So Jaune," Nora began, turning around and walking backward as he brought up the rear, "Do you think you could pull off that throwing move for an ally?"

"Um...maybe." he returned.

"Perfect," Nora said, a bit ominously as she turned around, Ren catching Jaune's eyes and shaking his head in mutual confusion.

Jaune smiled slightly as he stared up the line of new friends he'd made, and tried to once again ignore the feeling of being a fraud and the aching pain in the back of his head.

Likely the first of many headaches moving forward.

And scene!

Next time...well admittedly, I am unsure, either a night on the town or more school life for the gang.

Once again any comments, questions, and critiques are always appreciated. See you all...when I can again.

This has been VerBeeker, signing off!