Alright, here is the finale with a little thing me, Elementor, and K wolf Omega agreed with. The Death Battle with Yang vs Tifa Lockheart, go have a look and see who wins before checking this. I own nothing except my ideas and OC's.

Team's GRAY, JNPR, and RWB were all in the infirmary, watching as Yang got treated for wounds.

"Yang! What happened to you"?! George asks, staring in awe.

The blonde sported a nasty gash over his eye, nearly the opposite of Weiss' scar, except unlike Weiss', her's would heal in due time.

"I got in a fight, no big deal". Yang brushes off.

"Are you sure"? Ruby asks.

"Of course, nothing your big sister can't handle". Yang says proudly.

The Teams sighed in relief.

"Who did this anyway"? George asks, his voice laced with hidden malice.

"Some girl in a bar, had some pretty strange moves". Yang mutters.

"How so"? Ash asks.

"Well". Yang began as she faded into thought.

Flashback.

I was doing a quick search at a bar, nothing too big, just wanted some info.

I tried to be polite, but they weren't very welcoming.

So I got into a tussle with the barkeeper, I think she also was a bouncer.

She had some strange gauntlets, and MAN did they hurt.

She could use fire and ice, making her very difficult to get close to.

And some strange combo attack...I was punched by a dolphin and I exploded.

Then she messed with my hair...

I gave her a kind reminder not to mess with my hair, and I left.

Flashback End.

"And that 'kind reminder' was"? Ash asks, crossing his arms.

"I...kinda beat her into unconsciousness". Yang says with a grin.

They all chuckle at Yang's words.

They all leave one by one, Ruby being one of the last in concern over her sister.

George however, crossed his arms until they all left. Before turning to Yang.

"Hey...Yang"? George began.

"Hmm"? Yang asks, curiosity on her face.

George rubbed his head nervously, a slight blush beginning to appear on his face.

"Er...I was wondering...maybe when your out of the infirmary, we could...go out or something"? George asks.

Yang's eyebrows went up in surprise, a faint blush on her face as well.

"George Armstrong, are you asking me out on a date"? Yang asks, surprise in her tone.

"Er...Ye-Oof"!

Yang had gotten up and now had the Scotsman in a bone crushing hug. "Of course you big Oaf"! She accepts.

George chuckled nervously, but was cut off by a warm feeling on his lips, he look and blushes fire engine red.

Yang had kissed him.

He didn't fight it, but instead just melted into it, regarding the awkwardness he previously had.

The separated and grinned at each other.

"So...does that mean you like me"? Yang asks.

"I think love is more the word". George responds.

Yang grins before grabbing George's hand and holding it upward.

"Let's go to that date"! She cheers before walking forward, only to slump forward with continuous 'ows' as the stress from her previous fight kicked in.

"Maybe tomorrow". George suggests before sitting her down.

"Fine...see you tomorrow"? Yang asks hopefully.

"I'll be there the second the doors open". George promises before walking out, a smile on his face.

Yang smiled before laying back to take a nap, a smile also on her face.

Meanwhile.

"WAHOO! FINALLY"!

"SHUT UP WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP"!

"Sorry".

THE FIREARM HAS BEEN FIRED! Yep, there's the finale. Firearm is official! Also...*Huddles in a corner*. I am seriously embarrassed about this, so please don't tease. Anyway this is the final chapter, with a small funny at the end for future reference. Also I know Yang said she beat Tifa into unconsciousness when in the Death Battle she killed her...do you REALLY think I would write Yang snapping someone's neck? R&R This is Oathkeeper0317 signing out for the final time in this story.