Chapter 2 : Adaption of Simulation
Part 1: Yang Vs. Blake
Port's class ended shortly after. The next lesson was the most anticipated, and also, the most tiring in one of the students mind set. Unlike the bravest and strongest however, they did not mind the harsh quality pressured by training who would be instructed by no other than Glynda Goodwitch, sometimes accompanied with the Headmaster Ozpin by her side to glance at the progression.
Midterms were fast approaching for Beacon Academy, students in the past weeks had worked themselves load after load until they eventually had to sleep in class. Or rather, miss class. Each given schedule had a block of who will be with whom in the training area.
In this designated time, Team RWBY was already in the locker rooms to get dressed in their combat attire. Team JNPR was a part of their block and was more than happy to coincidently meet up in the same training session.
After bracing her weapon, Ember Celica, around her firm wrists, Yang started to stretch from various ways to warm and flex her tensed muscles. Her body actually ached in sore pain when she overdone herself from yesterday's training, so hoping to ease the pain a little bit, she rolled her shoulders back and forth, shook her arms, and proceeded to straightened her back, a crack popping from its spine. "Professor Port sure made us sit the whole time. I was expecting that maybe we could face some monsters, or go out in the field maybe."
Blake was with Yang while Ruby and Weiss was in another row of lockers. Weiss's bickering towards Ruby was clear in the air, and sometimes, when Ruby was in the mood for fun and games, she would tease Weiss that would certainly make the Heiress dare to scold the girl in the red hood more than the previous. So without having to know who the Blonde was talking to, she replied while strapping her black ribbons around her arms. "I found the lesson interesting, actually."
After a series of choreographed stretches that Yang could think of, she yawned either at the statement of Blake, or from the lack of sleep, "We were just sitting and listening to one of his stories of his great adventures. I just wanna hang out, maybe punch something.. You know?" She looked at Blake with high expectations that maybe she could understand.
"You can punch yourself." Suggested Blake in that composed tone of not caring.
"Aww. The Kitty is being grumpy again." Yang pouted with her bottom lip sticking out, her hands held up like a cat's paw that begged to come back to their owner. Blake used her feline like eyes to stare sharp daggers at Yang who only aw'ed more at the sight she found cute, completely oblivious to the threat that chilled within the gold orbs of the Faunus.
"Don't call me that." Blake said with warning.
"But," Yang began in disappointment. The next thing that the Faunus knew was that Yang had stepped in, wrapped her strong arms around her, and gave a big, tight hug of warmth, "You're so cute!"
Blake sighed from her embrace and didn't mind that much when she was slightly lifted to her toes. She knows all too well it would be hard to escape, or rather, hard to push who she trust will not do anything stu-
"Tickle attack!" Furies of trailing fingers lingered across her soft spots that made her jerk, jump and squirm. When she eventually pulled away, Yang only pulled her back into the hug and resumed to the assault. In struggling effort she tried so hard to contain her squeaks. The laughter, which was most difficult, was escaping through her mouth, "Y-Yang! S-Stop!" Saying something made the subtle laughs tune higher. In embarrassing defeat, Blake surrendered to her dismay and unfortunately giggled in fits. The bright smile that Blake showed through laughing brought lifting joy to Yang's heart.
In another row blocked by lockers, Ruby and Weiss was standing still upon hearing laughs.
"Is that Blake?" Weiss asked.
Ruby had a little smile on her face, the thought and sound of Blake laughing lifted the spirit inside her. "Yeah," She replied with a little blush she didn't know about, "Yang's doing the tickle attack."
Weiss raised an eyebrow, "Tickle attack?"
Ruby grinned and rubbed the back of her head, "Yang used to do it to me. Usually when I'm down or just not feeling right, even for fun if time calls for it."
She doesn't really know, but something about the sisterly relationship of playful interactions made a smile of satisfaction crept from the side of her mouth. Yang might have been a little bit of a terror (according to Weiss), but to have a big sister taking care of the little one cleared an inch of her doubts. Ruby was aware of Weiss's sense of care and smiled a little more into it.
"So. Um. Let's get going?" Ruby asked, putting Crescent Rose behind her back.
Weiss nodded in agreement as she sheathed her Mrytenaster in place. Before closing the locker, the notebook that lay atop her uniform reminded her of the letter she was going to read, a swivel of irritation washing over her features. Getting rid of unwanted thoughts that she could just deal with later, she closed the locker immediately.
The pair of teams was sent to the Training auditorium, the glass dome revealing the pleasant sky in the distance of running clouds.
Glynda Goodwitch, Huntress and professor of this subject, briefly studied over each student with just a glance, noting their looks that sided with skills over the past weeks on her tablet scroll.
"Students. Today you will be doing something a little bit different. To further your ability and adapt the changes of who you will be sparring against today will not be against other Teams, but your own."
The announcement came out as a surprise to the majority of the students that attended the block, some of them grinning and tauntingly cracking their knuckles at their own teammate. Ruby was panicking, somehow afraid to have to face any of her teammates without having to actually land a hit. Jaune was having a similar case to which Pyrrha was trying to comfort their leader that it was okay, and also that it was just a sparring match without anything personal. Pain would be another factor however. Nora on the other hand hyperactively cheered to this sort of activity, fist pumping in the air and hoping to who knows what that she would be facing Ren.
Glynda fixated her glasses on the tablet scroll, "First match would be Team JNPR stationed in Section one. Lie Rin and Nora Valkyrie will be first to spar."
"Yeeeaaah!" Nora boomed.
"And Jaune Arc would have to be sparring with Pyrrha Nikos."
Jaune was technically crying his wits out while Pyrrha cheerily smiled and patted the Knight on the shoulder.
"After knowing the victor of at least three matches, I want you to switch so on and so forth until time rings its bell. This training session is applied to all for at least several weeks before Midterms. The winner after a match is graded, so don't think of taking it easy on each other. Proceed to Section one Team JNPR."
The Sections were rooms used for simulations, enough to fit a Team for fighting in a realistic environment. May it be a forest, the city, or even in eternal winter and inferno itself, the temperature would match the room, giving the experience at a high level as if it were a real mission in a real time and place. Winning a match would only need an opponent to have depleted their HP level that was assigned to the team's scrolls. In each match, their HP would be re-supplied until it is called off for the next sparring partners.
Glynda went on a list of several teams until she finally met Team RWBY in the last line of her scroll.
"Yang Xiao Long against Blake Belladonna, and Ruby Rose against Weiss Schnee. Please proceed to section four."
Ruby's soul seemed to have been hovering out of her mouth as she stared intensely at nothing. Having to argue, debate, lectured or simply scolded by Weiss was fairly enough, but to go weapon against weapon even though it was a spar, she could imagine all that angry words being put physically into action this time. And the switching part, oh God the switching part. Sooner or later she was going to face Yang who was undoubtedly going to tease the hell out of her, and as for Blake. Blake is hard to identify, despite seeing her skills outside campus, she never came in contact with an actual activity as to spar with her. It got her anxious and mostly nervous she'd definitely run back to her dorm. With strong confidence, she stayed put.
The simulation room section four was a greyscale of black linings cobwebbed from the center to the walls until it reached the ceiling. Ruby and Weiss was on the top floor that could watch the scenario from below behind a rectangle shape window pane since Yang and Blake were the first to spar. The settings of the environment were set to random, so whatever would come first might be a surprise worth, or not worth being in.
Yang raised her head to glance at the window, when she spotted Ruby and Weiss who were waiting for the spar to begin; she waved at the two to signify that they were ready.
Yang and Blake walked a fair distance away from each other; the step they place beneath the soles of their boots in sequence to the room was followed by pixelating squares forming an environment. When they felt that it was enough, the pixels continued to wash the room until objects were visualized and modeled.
Yang cracked her head from shoulder to shoulder, "I'm not sure Blake. I might be too hot to handle." Her weapon around her wrist began to rotate and spin itself into a vambrace. When the transformation completed in its armory state, she raised her forearms in front of her to a readied boxing stance, the weapon cocking a shell in place.
Blake only smirked while she took her Gambol Shroud from her back. "Don't get too cocky, sunshine."
The room's little square pixels inserted into the wall, the environment swept to be placed in a factory with a few cargo stacked in places. "You're learning from me. I'm impressed."
A sound malicious to any ears beeped throughout the big room, the signal of 'Fight' at green light.
"And it's all your fault." Blake replied and dashed towards her favorite opponent.
Yang took the defensive when Blake's first weapon unsheathed, knowing it wasn't the blade with the gun attachment, she parried the blade with her gauntlet. Multiple slash accompanied from slow to blind speed at each side she slid and moved, skillfully stepping front and shadowing past to Yang's blind spot.
Yang retaliated and shot an explosive bullet to the ground, separating them both for her to recover. Blake took no time to wait and immediately sped back, unsheathing her second weapon into the scene.
Yang switched foot before throwing punches into the air. The bullets flew a mile second apart from Blake's form, accuracy great, but too slow for the Faunus's shadow semblance.
One to two, three to one, till the true illusion appeared before the brawler. Flashes of sparks skinned the gauntlets followed with the bumps of flying kicks.
Yang had slipped under her movements and got behind her back, grabbing her shoulder for a planned attack, but Blake did not give in very easily and spun around that Yang's hand slid off her. Yang threw back for another capture, then again avoided easily, until she finally grabbed her hand by luck of a swing. Blake's eyes widened when Yang spun her around in great momentum until she was raised from the ground and thrown above her in great length. Loaded bullet shells honed towards the Faunus. In dodging grace she took her patience while the bullets whizzed past her, and by the right time of strike, she held her weapon by its strings, fired the trigger and propelled the blade spinning towards the girl.
Yang caught the weapon by its hilt, which led to a certain mistake when she realized just by looking at it. In that very moment, the ribbon tugged and Blake went straight down with foot first to Yang's very body. The Faunus however landed a hit on her back when she moved, the action clear enough to state she didn't want to get hit in the face.
Blake hopped back with the weapon coming back to her hold while the force sent Yang away stumbling.
Yang turned around to shoot a bullet before she fell, actually hitting Blake before she twist herself to see what was coming, sending the girl rolling to her back and slide her boots to the ground to a one knee position.
Yang did the Chinese get up.
"Hey you two, are you sure you're taking this seriously?" Weiss' voice was heard from one of the voice box within the room.
Yang glanced at the window which was blended in tint black from seeing them. She only gave a thumbs up with a smile.
It was not quite clear if they were, but Yang and Blake both knew it was not the best they did that could actually swing a bust to their Aura at zero. Blake could have done better hits and Yang could have been more aggressive. Heck did they take it excellently against other teams that even brought them unconscious, but not to each other was a truth to be told.
Yang had caught attention when she had felt that Blake had been looking at her, when she let her purple eyes scan the question within them, she grinned and nodded. The permission of having it all out granted.
Blake took some time to converse before she gave a little smile back.
Ruby and Weiss watched them battle, it had been down to one more match before they spar, Yang and Blake having the same score. So far, Blake was having the upper hand when she landed a few hits at her, chains of her sword slipping past the gauntlet protection. Yang did little to the skirmish, a swipe to the feet and some jabs across the opposing dual wielder.
The final score beeped and lit on the right side of the window, the black symbolizing the color of Blake, the victor of the sparring match. Ruby cheerfully hopped up and down and clapped, "Blake was really good isn't she?" She said.
"I.. Suppose." Weiss replied with her head tilted at the side. She was still not sure if the winner should have been Blake if it comes to terms with Yang. But perhaps, a sparring match that evolved their weapons was still dangerous, consideration was to take place. But it was grades they were after and giving that away would be a waste.
Yang and Blake reached up the stairs, panting slightly from the match. "Alright! It's Ruby and Weiss' turn!" Said Yang who fist pumped.
Ruby composed herself calmly, but in the inside, she was screaming her lungs out.
Weiss took Ruby by the sleeves of her black blouse and presumably dragged her more than to follow, knowing that she would just stand there without the capability to move a bone without a nudge.
Yang gave a thumbs up at Ruby as she went pass them, "go at it Ruby." And winked.
Ruby was positioned far off near fake cargos, cargos that can actually dent like metal and probably bend your muscle for bruise on high impact. Weiss was clear of any of them, her ocean blue eyes calm, yet serious. When Ruby saw Weiss unsheathing her Mrytenaster, Ruby did the same to her Crescent Rose that was still folded in the rifle mode, she took out the cross marked magazines from her weapon and replaced it with an unmarked magazine. The difference between the marked and unmarked was that the unmarked is, of course, hurtful but less powerful than the marked. She was more conscious about having to hurt Weiss in any way even though it was just a friendly match, and she felt that she would hate herself if Weiss would be injured because of her. If she could pull off a nice act that she was actually trying her best, then the chances of Weiss getting hit would lessen and get out of it without having to be scolded by temperament.
Weiss held out her stance in a fencing position, her posture as elegant as she was, beautiful, and secretly admired by the Red hooded girl. When the Beep rings, she could only hope that Weiss would just obtain that score instead of herself. Now that would have been great. Just like Yang.
A/N: A balance of Bumblebee and WhiteRose just for you. The past would soon reach it's falling towards the incident.
Parts of a chapter because this particular chapter might take too long. But not to worry, the part 2 with Ruby vs. Weiss will come shortly. The previous chapter was a bit in a mess because Fanfiction did not like the name in a particular order, so the reading is a bit broken because his name just doesn't appear in some cases, I believe now that is is alright.
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