Out of all the people that he had to spar against today, it had to be Yang Xiao-Long. In the six months since the new year at Beacon had begun, the only person that he had been unable to best during sparring, was the busty blond brawler of Team RWBY. Perhaps it was because they had similar fighting styles. Perhaps it was because their semblances cancel one another out. Whatever the case was, whenever the two sparred, the end result was always the same. A draw.
The dragon Faunus who was scheduled to square off against Yang, was named Drake Scaletower. He was six foot, and nine inches of fury. Ten feet, with his scaled four foot tail. Well, at least that is what he would like to describe himself as. However, the reality was that Drake was more of a teddy bear, than a vicious fire breathing dragon. But for now, the only people who knew that particular piece of information, were his team, and The Invincible Girl: Pyrrha Nikos.
The two had been seeing one another rather frequently for four out of the six months they had been enrolled at the academy. And Drake had received no end of teasing congratulations, every time he and Pyrrha had been discovered by the members of Drake's team, or Yang, or Blake, or Nora. So naturally, all of Beacon knew that the two were together. Thankfully for him, his teddy bear-ness was a well kept secret. Drake didn't think he could stand the embarrassment, should that particular piece of information be leaked. And nor could the integrity of the school, due to the semblance that the dragon Faunus possessed.
Drake let out a soft sigh. His left hand gripped his right wrist after setting a rather heavy gauntlet on. His weapons, Bahamut and Tiamat were a unique set. While most aspiring Huntsmen or Huntresses used one weapon, Drake used two. His heavy gauntlets, Bahamut which were styled like a dragon's opened mouth. And Tiamat, his boots made to look like the back legs of a dragon.
With another sigh, Drake made his way out of the locker room. Quelling the butterflies in his stomach, as he made his way to the room that was reserved for the sparring sessions of the first year students. He brought his gauntleted fists together several times. The sound of metal against metal reverberated in his ears, as he stepped into the room.
"Ready for another round?" Yang was already there, waiting for him. Ember Celica on her wrists. One of her violet eyes winked at him, barely hiding the innuendo, and making Drake's cheeks flush. The two knew damn well that Pyrrha was watching, and she would have something to say about that line later.
"You just had to say it like that huh?" Drake shook his head, as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger. He knew Yang was openly flirtatious, but to do that during sparring practice within earshot of Pyrrha. "You're going to have to answer for that one Yang."
Yang shot him another wink, and dropped into a fighting stance. Drake mirrored her moments later. The dragon Faunus was ambidextrous, yet preferred to start a fight in a left fighting stance. Left foot forward, arm raised across his chest diagonally, stopping just below his chin. Right hand chambered to throw his first blow. Fingers curled, palm up, right leg coiled. As soon as the fight began, he would charge forward and attempt to land the first blow with his right hand.
"Yang Xiao-Long vs. Drake Scaletower." Professor Goodwitch's voice rang out, amplified by the room's speakers. She was standing just outside the ring. Behind her were the high rise seats, where every first year student sat observing the fight. "Are both student's ready?"
"Ready." Drake parroted. He was solely focused on Yang now. She was his opponent now, and he was trained ever since he wanted to become a Huntsman, to only focus on his opponent during a fight. Any distraction could cost you.
"Let's do this!" A moment after Yang's exclamation, came the signal for the match to begin.
Both lept off their back foot, a split-second after the signal sounded. Their right fists collided together, making the air ripple, and sparks fly from the contact between Bahamut and Ember Celica. The two traded blows, gauntlets making contact with one another, but neither combatant gave the other any ground.
Yang was the first to make a mistake. Her left straight over extended, allowing Drake to parry with his left arm. The next moment, Tiamat's right boot caught Yang in the small of her back. The blond flew forward, losing footing and rolled on the ground for several feet. But Yang was back on her feet several seconds later.
Drake's right hand began to glow red hot. His semblance activated, his fingers curled around a ball of fire. The dragon Faunus hurled the fireball with the speed and form of a professional baseball pitcher. It sailed through the air, and exploded seconds later.
Yang's right fist was extended. The incendiary shell in Ember Celica had dissipated the fireball created by Drake and his semblance. "Gonna have to do better than that!"
"Then how about THIS!" Drake roared. A small spurt of flame came past his lips, as both of his hands glowed. Dozens of fireballs flew towards Yang, who did all she could to swat away as many as she could. It wasn't enough however, and Yang was soon engulfed in a two foot wide fireball, that looked like a miniature sun, that soon exploded when Yang's aura flared. Her hair looked like it was on fire, and her eyes burned a bright red.
She glared daggers to where Drake was, but her angered expression soon turned to one of shock. Drake was no longer standing where he had been, which confused Yang a great deal until she looked up. The dragon Faunus had launched himself into the air, and curled himself into a ball. The sound that was mad when Drake began his spinning descent towards Yang, resembled that of a buzzsaw, and he looked as such. Said spinning buzzsaw was wreathed in flame, as it made its way towards Yang, who stayed where she was.
At the last possible moment, Yang had put her arms up to block Drake's axe kick. The area around her melted a bit, causing her to sink a bit into the floor. Her left hand quickly grabbed his right ankle, her still red eyes boring into his deep blue ones. "Gotcha!"
"...shit!" All Drake had time to say. He didn't even have time to think about blocking before her right fist struck him in the solar plexus. All ten feet of dragon Faunus flew through the air, creating a rather cartoonish dent in the wall. "Ow…!" Shaking his head, he chanced a glance at the screen displaying the aura levels of the combatants. Yang's was barely in the green, however Drake's was dangerously in the yellow. Another hit like that, and Yang would end their stalemate.
"Had enough? Or are you thirsty for more?" Yang had a cocky smile on her face. Her eyes had dulled from an angry red, back to their usual light violet. Her innuendo made Drake groan, and wonder if it was okay to surrender due to the embarrassment he felt due to all of Yang's puns and innuendos.
"Oh, I am going to knock those innuendos out of you…" Drake growled after pulling himself out of that comical dent in the wall. His remark made Yang smirk, when he got back into his usual fighting stance. The two charged at one another, only this time when Yang's fist came forward, Drake dropped into a slide. He ducked under her strike, catching himself and swinging his body around in an arc. Tiamat connected with the side of Yang's head, returning the favor and sending her flying. Righting himself, Drake's hands glowed once again. He brought them close, with only half a foot of space between his palms. A sizable ball of fire was growing between his palms.
Yang was back on her feet, and charged. Her eyes were red once again, and her hair was glowing.
"EAT THIS!" The two of them cried. Yang's aura infused fist collided with Drake's forehead, at the same moment that huge fireball created by his semblance hit Yang in the chest. The force of both blows threw the two through the air. A claxxon sounded, signalling the end of the match. Both Yang and Drake's aura had gone into the red.
Another draw.