"Where is he?" Ruby wondered, staring under Weiss' bed. Everyone joined her, wondering where Crue had gone, or if he had even existed in the first place.
"We didn't share some freaky joint dream last night, did we?" Yang questioned, getting down on her hands and knees to peer under the bed.
"No. I'm fairly certain he was real." Weiss said, curious as to where he had gone.
"Found him." Blake informed them. The others turned to see Blake looking straight up. Following her gaze, they saw Crue stuck to the ceiling, sleeping soundly.
"How did he…" Ruby trailed off, staring at the shirtless boy sleeping on their ceiling. Yang, the tallest of the group, reached up to poke him.
Crue jerk awake, yawning loudly. "I'm up, I'm up, I'm up…" Crue realised that he was not on the floor. "-side down?"
"Yeah. How did you do that?" Yang asked. Crue didn't reply, staring at the ceiling, or in his case the ground.
"I can't look down." He muttered.
"Why not?" Ruby asked.
"Cartoon logic. Once I look down, I'll fall." Crue answered her. Ruby and Yang nodded in a 'fair enough' fashion. Blake and Weiss shared looks of confusion.
"You're not in a cartoon." Weiss told him. Crue's face showed a look of such scorn that Weiss wondered if he wasn't all that fond of cartoons.
"You're not going to fall." Blake told him. "Actually, it's possible that it could be your semblance." She deducted. Crue stared at her, which hurt both of their heads due to the fact the other was upside down.
"You think that being upside down is my semblance?" Crue asked her. Blake shook her head.
"Not that exactly. Perhaps it's sticking to walls. Or changing your centre of gravity. Your hair isn't falling down." She noted. Crue's hands felt his head, noticing that she was correct.
"Well, let's do an experiment." Crue took a step forward. When he didn't fall, he took another. Crue began walking around the ceiling, much to the entertainment of the others. "Now, let's see." Crue placed a foot onto the wall of the room.
When he didn't slide out of place, or fall to the ground, he placed both feet on the wall. "So, my semblance is being able to stick to walls. That's hardly useful in a fight." He complained.
"You're half right." Blake told him. "A semblance like that would be very useful in stealth missions. And if you're planning to ambush someone, you can easily hide above them and they wouldn't know."
Everyone just stared at Blake, somewhat apprehensive about her knowledge of such facts. Crue was staring at his feet, where it seemed his semblance was based. "It is not in human nature to look up." He muttered.
He could remember reading that quote somewhere before, but he wasn't sure where. "At any rate we should get to class." Weiss reminded them. They all nodded, and Crue quickly put the rest of his clothes on.
They exited the room and ran into JNPR. Pyrrha smiled at him, seeing that he had in fact decided to become a huntsman. "Hey Crue." Jaune called happily. "Nice to see you've joined us."
"Nice to be here." Crue responded. His eyes wandered to the rest of JNPR, and noticed Nora still glaring at him. He avoided her gaze, turning back to the direction he was walking in.
"So, uh, what class do we have?" Crue asked. He was never told the curriculum by Ozpin.
"First is Grimm Studies with Professor Port." Weiss informed them. There was a communal groan from the group, minus Pyrrha, whose smiled became just a little bit forced.
Crue was actually excited to go to the class. "Time to learn some lore." He thought. "Also. The fuck is with that semblance? Are you trying to make me Spiderman or some shit?" He asked 'The Author'. "Like, yeah I guess it's cool. But what the hell has it got to do with me?"
They walked onwards, Crue feeling oddly out of place as the only one not in uniform. "At least Ruby's wearing her cloak." He thought, staring at the bright red article. They crossed the Beacon courtyard, passing by a few other students. Some of them in different uniforms, some of them in regular clothing.
Crue's newly acquired hearing picked up some of their conversations. "And so I told her where she could stick it." "Do you think I look fat in this?" "Where are the bathrooms?" "I think it's a growth." "No, I'm pretty sure there's fire dust can't melt steel beams." Crue was snickering quietly at the pieces he was taking out of context.
The group entered the actual academy, Crue just following the others as he hadn't the foggiest idea as to where he was going. "You better not pull some 'I see we have a new student, let's have him fight against this dangerous beast' shit." Crue warned in his mind.
They approached the classroom, Crue noticing several other characters. They all looked like actual people, and not weird human shaped shadows. "How many of these are your shitty OC's?" He asked.
A booming voice sounded from inside the class room, beckoning them to enter. Crue suddenly felt rather apprehensive about entering the room. Crue's eyes widened as he observer the room. It was similar to a lecture hall at a college, but on a much smaller scale. There were what appeared to be wardrobes at the back of the classroom, and hung up on the wall was a flag of Beacon's symbol.
A set of stairs led down into to an open space. On the wall of this lecture hall were several caricatures of Grimm and their limbs as well as weak points. Crue followed the members of team RWBY down to the first row, team JNPR taking one of the rows closer to the back.
As they sat, Crue gazed upon their lecturer. He was truly as round as the show made him seem. "And Christ Almighty dude, shave the whiskers." The moustache completely covered his mouth, making his expression almost unreadable, were it not for how active his eyebrows seemed to be.
"Good morning students!" Professor Port announced. Crue brought his hand to his mouth, trying to stop himself from spitting out in laughter. "I forgot he was voice by fucking Ryan! This is fucking beautiful!"
Port didn't notice Crue's preventive hands, instead continuing on with his lecture. "Today we will be focusing on amphibious Grimm. Specifically those residing around the coast of Forever Fall." He informed them, his eyes briefly flickering to Crue. "And what better way to learn about a Grimm, then defeating it in combat!"
He pointed to a large grey cage that no one had noticed previously. It rattled ominously upon being addressed. "Don't fucking tell me…" Crue thought, his mind instantly going to the worst and most cliché possibility.
"And who better to fight it, then the apparent new student that has joined the curriculum." His hand gestured to Crue, who shrunk slightly in his seat. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Crue exclaimed within his mind.
"I would be honoured sir." Crue said through gritted teeth. Port smiled behind that huge moustache. "Fucking fanfic protagonist bullshit!"
"Brilliant!" He exclaimed. "You shall be fighting against a dangerous Grimm, known as a Crablante." Several people in the room gasped, apparently the Grimm was well known. Crue blanked at the name. "That's the fucker from One-Punch Man isn't it?"
"Now, I suggest you get your weapon and battle clothing." Port suggested. Crue shook his head.
"Actually Professor, I think I'll be just fine." He smirked, already forming a plan within his mind.
"Oh ho?" Port chuckled. "Well then, please make your way to the front of the class, and prepare for a lesson."
Crue did as instructed, taking his place in front of the room. Team RWBY cheered him on, Blake waving a red flag with Crue's name on it. "Where the fuck did she get that from?" He thought. "You just gave her that for comedic effect didn't you?"
"Alright!" Port announced, raising his weapon. "Let the match, begin!" He swung down on the lock that held the cage shut, the door falling open instantly, revealing the Grimm inside.
Crue could only stare at the crablike Grimm, making a rather strange comparison within his mind. "It looks like an evil Kingler." He thought, analysing the beast. It had four spider like feet, each of them a bone white in colour. It had a single large claw that looked about as large as its own body. Crue could clearly see where the jaw on the Grimm was, the clashing colours of black and white making it obvious.
Intricate designs of red littered its claw, looking eerily close to eyes. It had four actual eyes, two of them as part of its head and the other two attached to stalks. The stalks ran under a bone like plate, Crue noticing the shadow, signifying that it was connected to its inside organs.
The Crablante let out an eerie gargling noise, scuttling forward rapidly out of its cage. Crue had not expected the speed it showed, stepping back at the last minute, only being grazed by its huge claw. The claw still held power behind it, causing Crue to go flying back.
He bounced once on the ground, before spinning mid-air and landing on his feet. "Damn that was badass." He thought, sprinting towards the Grimm. "Big claw is on its right side. Big claw is bad, right side is bad." Crue dashed to the left side, stamping down on one of the Grimm's legs.
The Grimm cried out in pain, swinging its little claw back. The claw didn't even cause Crue to flinch as he sped to the other side. "Well, now you have it crippled. How do you defeat it without a weapon?" Port announced.
Crue just smiled, loosening his tie. The Crablante scuttled towards him sideways, bigger claw aimed at him. Crue ran towards the Grimm, tie now held in his hand. The Grimm lunged forward with its claw, intent on skewering Crue. Crue didn't plan on being turned into a shishkebab any time soon, so he leaped over the claw, using it as a stepping stone.
He leapt forward off the claw, but not before wrapping the tie around one of the Crablante's eye stalks. Crue pushed off the Grimm's exoskeleton, pulling his tie with him. The Grimm let out a screech of pain as its internal organs were pulled out along with its eye, black ichor spurting from the hole left in its eye socket.
Crue stood up straight once the Grimm stopped moving. He cracked his neck and reapplied his tie, turning back to Port. "That, is how I shall defeat it." Several people within the class applauded him, Yang giving him a wolf whistle. "Ok, maybe this protagonist bullshit isn't so bad."
"EXCELLENT PERFORMANCE!" Port exclaimed. "Able to take on a Grimm without a weapon, truly a shining example of what a huntsman should be!" He gave Crue a rough pat on his back in congratulations, causing Crue's knees to buckle.
Crue went back to his seat, high fiving Ruby who he was sat closest to. Any excitement Crue had about learning more about the lore of the show from Port was driven from him instantly the moment Port began to talk.
"I always thought that they were exaggerating about how boring he was." Crue thought. He somehow managed to keep consciousness, however he believed that to be due to the fact that he had heard Ryan talk for quite a while when watching his livestreams.
"If we have Oobleck, I won't be able to see him as anyone other than Caboose." Crue realised. The class went on and Crue actually manage to learn something about the Grimm he just faced. Under normal circumstances, a hunter would cut off its smaller claw arm and wait for it to bleed out.
The class ended with Port giving them all homework, which was to write an essay on how to efficiently trap and kill a Crablante. Crue was excused from the homework due to such a good show. He felt awkward about being excused from homework on his first class, but he didn't voice his concern.
The moment they exited the room, RWBY broke into conversation and congratulation about how he handled the Grimm. "You were so cool!" Ruby complimented. "You were like," She made a motion of throwing a lasso. "And then you," She pulled on the 'lasso'. "And then psssh." She mimicked the noise that erupted from the creature as it died.
"What she is trying to say," Weiss translated. "Is that you did very well." The others all nodded in agreement.
"Thanks guys." Crue said gratefully. "I didn't really see anyway for my weapon to be useful, so I improvised."
"You're so lucky you got off homework." Ruby complained. "I didn't understand any of that."
"You were asleep for half of it." Blake commented, causing Ruby to blush.
"Not the point!" She exclaimed, holding up a finger.
Crue just laughed at the antics of the group. "Man. Seeing these guys look like they're real is so weird." Crue thought.
They walked to the next class, which Weiss told him was history with Professor Oobleck. Crue almost said 'doctor', but then realised that they would ask him how he knew that. So, he shut up until they arrived at the next classroom.
The difference between Port's classroom and Oobleck's classroom was immediate. Papers were stuck against a large map of Remnant, different coloured strings on pins connecting some of them together. To the naked eye it didn't make a lick of sense, but to the eye of its creator…
"Greetings students!" Professor Oobleck announced to the class. RWBY spilt up within the class, Crue deciding he would stick by Blake, as she could probably understand the best whatever their teacher was saying.
"Now, today we will be learning about a significant turning point early on in the great war!" Oobleck got right into the lesson, speaking so rapidly that Crue had to clean out his ears lightly. He watched as Oobleck zoomed around the room, occasionally drinking from his coffee cup. "What is the name given to the battle that took place in Vale's very own Forever Fall?" He questioned.
Crue saw a pale hand rise in front of him. "The Battle of the Forever Fallen." Weiss answered. "Well shit. That's a dark name." Crue thought.
"Correct Ms. Schnee." Oobleck congratulated. "The reason that the Faunus succeeded that battle in particular was due to a specific action they took. Can anyone tell me what that was?" He questioned the class.
Beside him, Blake raised her hand. "The Faunus hid in the trees." She answered.
"Precisely." Oobleck announced. "Does anyone know the reason why they did so?" He asked the class once more.
"Because they're a bunch of spineless animals." Crue heard a voice say. Turning his head, he was Cardin Winchester in the row across from him, sitting with his feet up on the table.
"Well aren't you a racist piece of shit." Crue thought. The gasp that ran through the class caused him to realise that he had said that out loud.
Cardin stood to his feet angrily. "What?! You got a problem!?" He dared.
"With you being a racist asshole? Yes. But, I also have the answer." Crue responded while turning to Oobleck. "It is not in human nature to look up."
"Although, I'm certain if a few humans didn't have their heads up their own asses, they might have actually seen them and stood a chance." Crue watched as Cardin took a step towards him, only for Oobleck to sit him back down.
"Mr. Winchester, kindly take your seat." Cardin begrudgingly sat back down. "And Mr. Cullen. Ignoring your use of inappropriate language, you are correct on all marks." Crue smirked as he raised a hand to Blake, who high fived it lightly.
The rest of the class quite literally sped by, Oobleck going over all of the key events in the battle, important figures and tactics and such. All the while he was talking, Crue could only think one thing.
"Church, I'm your best friend. That's what I am to you ~ " When the bell eventually rang, Crue rose from his seat, smirking at Cardin as he passed him.
"I am so glad you let me do that." Crue thought. He exited the class room, meeting up with team RWBY. "Hey guys." He waved to them.
"I'm so glad you stood up to Cardin." Ruby said happily.
"Yeah. Try to use a few less curses round my sis though next time." Yang joked. Crue nodded, scratching behind his head awkwardly.
"It's nice to see bigotry being taken down a notch." Weiss complimented. Crue smiled as they walked away from the class room.
"Wait. This is the way back to the dorms. Why're we going this way?" He asked.
Weiss turned around to answer him. "The next class we have is combat practice. We're going to get changed into our combat gear and grab our weapons." Weiss' eyes widened slightly, looking behind Crue. "Also, you may want to duck."
Crue did as instructed immediately, feeling a rush of air flow over his extra ears. He turned on his heel, seeing Cardin reeling from the missed punch. Crue took that opportunity to punch him in the gut seeing as he was already so low down.
Cardin doubled over as the fist made contact. Crue grabbed him by his school jacket and hurled him away from the group, not caring for the direction. They watched as Cardin bounced into the boy's toilets, and a splash was heard from within.
Crue dusted his hands together, turning back to the group. "Let's go before he gets his head out the toilet bowl." The others nodded, all sprinting away from the scene, Ruby using her semblance to get away as fast as possible.
Once they were safely within the confines of their own dorm, they all burst into laughter. "That was golden!" Yang said through tears of laughter.
Ruby said nothing, snickering so hard she couldn't form a comprehensive word. Even Weiss and Blake had both devolved into a set of giggles.
"Man, I hope the next time I see him his hair is wet." Crue laughed. They began grabbing their combat outfits, Crue stepping outside for the moment to allow them to change in privacy. As he waited, whistling a small tune, he noticed another team approaching.
"Hey guys." He waved at JNPR. They all returned greetings, minus Nora, who still glared at him.
"Hey Crue. You didn't happen to do anything to Cardin, did you?" Jaune asked uncertainly.
"Why?" Crue responded, an eyebrow raised.
"Because I saw him storm into his dorm and his hair was wet." They had not expected Crue to double over in laughter at the sentence.
"I may have," He said, wiping away a tear. "Helped him use the bathroom. So to say." Jaune looked at him oddly, about to say something but was distracted by the door to RWBY's dorm opening.
"Well hello there snow angel." Jaune flirted. Weiss didn't even look at him as she walked by, flicking her ponytail so it lightly batted his face. Crue listened to the interaction, observing Pyrrha's expression. He saw a frown flash across her features at Jaune's horrible flirting attempt.
"Alright. Arkos is still sailing strong. Good to know." Crue thought, watching Pyrrha's face turn back to her generous smile.
"Come Jaune. Let's get ready for practice." Pyrrha suggested, lightly dragging a downtrodden Jaune into their dorm.
When the door closed, Crue retrieved his weapon from within the dorm and followed after Weiss. When he caught up with her, he slowed down to a trot. "So, that's what you thought I'd be like?" Crue asked.
Weiss huffed and nodded. "He's been at it since day one. Literally. Before we even made teams he was trying out moves on me. Like I was some common floosy." Crue blinked at the comparison.
"Are you sure he doesn't just, like you?" He asked. Weiss shook her head. "No. Boys always have, and always will be after the perks of my second name."
"Schnee?" Crue asked. Weiss nodded. "I might be wrong because of the amnesia, but I thought that wives were supposed to take their husbands names." Weiss sighed lightly.
"Well, that is the traditional way. But when times change so does tradition. I even hear that in some parts of the world, harems, are socially acceptable." Crue's mind ground to a halt. "MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT IS THE ONE THING I KEEP SAYING! NO DAMN HAREMS!"
"That's where one person is dating a lot of other people right?" Crue asked.
"Yes!" Weiss exclaimed. "I cannot believe that people would allow something like that!" "Me neither." Crue thought sarcastically, staring at the ceiling of the hallway.
Their conversation died off, the other three re-joining them shortly afterwards. They walked to the main building in Beacon, to the amphitheatre. Crue entered it and let out a low whistle. "I really want to shout echo." He murmured, staring at the huge open space.
"Tried it before." Ruby told him. "Goodwitch gave out to me." Crue chuckled at the idea of Ruby shouting out in the middle of a fight simply because she felt like it.
"Ah, Mr. Cullen." A voice called. They turned to see Goodwitch walking towards them, specifically Crue.
"Ms. Goodwitch." Crue greeted, turning to face her. Goodwitch's face scrunched up slightly.
"Professor. Please." She requested. Crue nodded, only having said that to wonder if she would correct him. "I've been instructed by Professor Ozpin to inform you that you will be doing most of the fighting for this particular lesson." She told him.
Crue raised an eyebrow at her, giving her an odd look. "Professor Ozpin requests that you fight as much as possible as to gauge your ability." She informed him. "You are really good at creating rational excuses, you know that." Crue thought.
"Of course. Just let me know who I'll be fighting." He smiled, climbing up a set of stairs to the seating area. He joined RWBY, with JNPR sat behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cardin glaring at him, his hair now unfortunately dry.
"Now," Goodwitch called, every eye, minus Cardin's, focusing on her. "As per the usual opening of class, I shall pick one student, and one other student may volunteer." Crue realised exactly what was going to happen.
"Mr. Cullen." She said calmly. "If you would kindly step into the arena." Crue sighed, knowing exactly who was going to volunteer. "And the volu-" She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Cardin stood up roughly.
"I volunteer!" He announced, not giving the professor room to deny as he descended the steps, shoving Crue out of the way and telling him: "You're mincemeat, freak."
The others began to protest, but stopped due to Crue holding up a hand. Crue wore an unnerving smile as he cracked his knuckles menacingly, glaring at Cardin's back. "Oh, it's gonna be fun on the bun." He said ominously, entering the arena.
The members of RWBY and JNPR looked at each other apprehensively. "I think, we may need a medic ready for Cardin." Ren stated calmly. The others, while wanting to see Cardin need a medic, were still somewhat fearful as to what exactly Crue would do.
The two combatants stood at either side of the arena, Goodwitch waiting off to the side. Their faces popped up on a screen, a generic male profile for Crue as he hadn't had his student picture taken yet. Cardin gripped his mace tightly, glaring at Crue fiercely.
Crue just smirked at the bully, already planning his abject humiliation. "You've got me smirking like an anime protagonist who knows he has the upper hand. And oh how true that is." The countdown timer began to sound out, counting down. As it neared the beginning of the match, Crue put his plan into action. "Well, you must have had a nice drink right?"
Cardin's eyes narrowed as the buzzer sounded and he ran forward. He swung widely with his mace, Crue easily sidestepping it, not even bothering to take out his weapon. "You know up close I've got to say, you've got one of the most punchable faces I've ever seen." Cardin roared as he swung at Crue.
Crue ducked under the swing with ease, standing straight back up once it had passed and socking Cardin in the face. "See what I mean. That was too easy." Cardin reeled back, grabbing at his nose. He glared at Crue and ran forward, mace held high in his right hand. Crue sprinted to his left, kicking at his exposed legs.
Cardin stumbled forward and fell flat on his face, his aura bar lowering. He got back up immediately, spinning around and glaring at Crue. As he made his way to Crue, Crue jumped high, causing Cardin to follow his movements. As Cardin was running, his foot kicked something, causing an explosion. Cardin was sent flying backwards onto his back not noticing the trap Crue had laid.
Crue had formed a dust ball while Cardin was face down on the floor, leaving it behind him when he jumped so as to not be caught in the blast. Cardin's bar was now in the orange, and Crue's was still at 100%. Cardin got up, rage on his face.
Crue decided this would be the best time to implement the final blow. "Nice mace. You compensating for something?" Cardin's eyes shrunk to pinpricks as he roared and hurled his mace towards Crue.
Crue effortlessly leaned to the right, just enough so that the mace would go soaring past him. Just before it did however, Crue reached out and grabbed its handle. The mace stopped flying, now in Crue's possession.
Crue smirked at Cardin, who wore a look of disbelief. "I'm guessing you want this back huh?" He asked rhetorically. Cardin said nothing, instead his face turned into a rage filled grimace. "Well I won't know if you want it back if you don't say anything."
"Maybe I'll keep it then." Crue considered, weighing the mace. Cardin's expression hardened. "Yeah. I'm sure anyone else could find better use of it than you." Cardin's hands clenched tightly. "Maybe the new owner wouldn't end up face first in a toilet bowl."
"GIVE IT BACK!" Cardin snapped. The moment he began forming the words, Crue had tossed the mace up in the air.
"You want it back?" Crue asked, bringing his hurl back over his shoulder. Cardin's mace began falling back down to earth, round spikey end first. "You can have it!" Crue swung his hurl, connecting it with Cardin's mace and sending it flying towards him.
The mace smacked Cardin right in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground, his aura close to depleted. A buzzer sounded, indicating the match had been won. Crue cracked his neck in happiness. "I know half of that shit was probably you, but I truly appreciate you letting me punch that fucker in the face. Now, next time you leave his balls open, deal?"
"The winner is Crue Cullen." Goodwitch announced. No one needed her to say what was clearly obvious, with Cardin lying on the ground three meters away from Crue, who was wearing a smug smile. "Mr. Cullen, if you would kindly return to your seat. And someone please call the nurse."
Crue marched up the stairs back to the seating area proudly. He sat down in his previous spot and let out a sigh. "Well that was satisfying." He said, leaning back in the seat.
"That was brutal." Jaune commented. The others all nodded in agreement. "And dirty."
Crue turned around to look at Jaune. "I don't fight dirty." He told them, each of them wearing looks of disbelief. "The only reason I fought like that was because he's an ass-" His eyes fell on Ruby, recalling Yang's request of less swearing. "Butt."
Ruby snickered at the insult. "Hehe. Assbutt." Yang glared at Crue, who threw up his hands in defence.
"If I fight anyone else, provided they're not a racist jerk, I'll fight normally." Crue told them all. They all frowned, but eventually agreed with him. Goodwitch randomised the next match, the combatants turning out to be Jaune and Ruby.
"Alright!" Ruby cheered, running down the steps to the arena. Jaune gave a weak 'yay', and followed after her.
"He's dead." Weiss stated. Crue, Blake and Yang all nodded in agreement. The rest of JNPR gave them annoyed looks.
"Why do you think that Weiss?" Pyrrha asked, but Crue could sense the malice behind her voice.
"Because he is unskilled and a bumbling mess." Weiss told her. Crue frowned at that. He saw Pyrrha clench her fist tightly.
"That's not the reason." Crue stated. Everyone turned to him. "I mean, yeah, he's gonna lose. Bad. But it's not to do with his skill level." The buzzer sounded, signalling the start of the two leaders match. "It's not their skill, but their style."
"Ruby's weapon is a scythe and a sniper rifle. Jaune's is a sword and a shield. The two don't meet equally. Ruby has something that Jaune sorely lacks." Everyone leaned forward slightly, wanting to know his weakness. "Reach."
Everyone turned to the match, seeing just how true Crue's words were. Ruby was fighting Jaune from a distance, firing at him. Jaune had his shield raised and was running towards her. The moment he got close however, she transformed her weapon and swung at him with the scythe.
"The two are too different. I'm sure if you switched weapons Jaune would be giving Ruby a hard time." The match ended with Ruby's aura still in the green, and Jaune's in the red.
"The winner is Ruby Rose." Her teammates cheered her on, and JNPR gave a polite clap. Crue joined in on the cheering.
"The next battle shall be between…" Glynda activated the randomiser. "Weiss Schnee, and, Crue Cullen."
The two combatants glanced at each other, Weiss showing a look of apprehension. "Don't worry. You're not a bigot so I'll just fight normally." This seemed to calm Weiss down, the two of them entering the arena.
They took opposite ends of the arena, Crue readying his weapon and Weiss taking out Myrtenaster from its holster. The buzzer sounded out, and Crue dashed forward, changing Setanta into its sword form.
Weiss brought up Myrtenaster to block, the two weapons colliding and causing sparks. They both leaped back, Weiss spinning her dust chamber. A glyph formed on the ground beneath Crue, spinning rapidly. Crue jumped skyward, a large shard of ice shooting out from the glyph.
Crue landed on the ice, sticking to it by using his semblance. "I hope you tell me how the fuck to activate it, cause right now I'm relying on you." Crue thought, running up the spire of ice and transforming his weapon. Once he was at the top, he took aim at Weiss and fired the rifle.
A few shots hit Weiss, depleting her aura. She did however manage to make a glyph in front of her, protecting her from any more shots. Crue leaped from the ice, raising his hurl back over his head. He brought it down on her black glyph that she was using to protect herself, a strange ringing noise emanating from the connection.
Weiss erased the glyph after Crue had made contact, causing him to fall, no longer having a stable surface to stand on. Weiss took the opportunity to stab him with her rapier. Crue didn't have time to block, and was sent flying back, bouncing on the ground.
He got up, an annoyed look on his face. "HEY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO MAKE ME SOME OP OC. WHAT THE HELL MAN?" Crue sped towards Weiss, Setanta in its hurl form. He leaped and brought his hurl back, intending on striking Weiss with it. What he had not accounted for, was Weiss' ability to duck.
Weiss dipped underneath the swing, but the momentum was so great that Crue followed through with the action. Crue's entire body twisted due to the force of the swing. His knees hit the ground and his spine made several disturbing popping noises.
Everyone in the room flinched at the sound that had just came from Crue's back. Even Weiss was hesitant to attack him. "Didn't know those could crack." Crue said aloud, standing back to his feet. "That was a fucking play by play of the time Gavin tried the Happy Gilmore! That felt fucking horrifying you shithead!"
He smacked his hurl on the ground, creating a small shockwave that sent Weiss back a bit, dodging it. "Sorry. Just needed some recuperating room." He told her, gripping his hurl in both hands. Weiss looked annoyed at the action, but said nothing. Instead, she formed a white glyph behind her so as to launch herself towards Crue.
He began forming a dust ball as Weiss sped toward him. Once the ball was formed, he hit it skyward and blocked Weiss' attack. They began clashing swords, Crue having to parry at awkward angles to keep himself from being hit.
Crue finally managed to knock Weiss a good distance away, when the ball started to come back down. Crue reeled his hurl back, and swung. It connected with the ball, sending it right towards Weiss.
Weiss instantly created a glyph to act as a barrier between her and the ball, but it was not as effective as she would have hoped. The ball exploded on contact with the glyph, the shockwave overpowering Weiss and throwing her back, causing her to land roughly on her back.
A buzzer sounded, indicating the match was over. Both combatants looked to the scoreboard, seeing Crue's aura reserves in the yellow, and Weiss in the red. Weiss huffed and laid back down, clearly annoyed at the loss. She looked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing Crue approaching her.
He held out a hand to her, smiling. "Good match." He told her.
Weiss smiled back at Crue. "The same to you." She grabbed his hand, standing up and dusting off her dress. "Combat skirt." Crue corrected himself. They began making their way to the seating area, RWBY and JNPR giving them applause.
"Your morals confuse me." Ren stated, staring at Crue. Crue stared back, unsure of what he meant. "You say you fought Cardin the way you did because of his bigotry and how he treats Faunus. And yet you fought Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company on equal terms."
Weiss got a light blush at that, feeling ashamed at her family's disgraceful behaviour. "Weiss isn't a bigot." Crue told him. "Her father may be, but she's not." Crue smiled at Weiss, who returned it gratefully.
The randomisation for the match started again. The fighters were going to be Blake and Ren. The two ninjas got up silently, nodding to each other as they descended into the arena. "So Crue." Yang began, watching as the two combatants took their place. "Any mystical wisdom as to these two fighting?"
The rest of the group turned to Crue, who watched the match intensely. They began fighting, Ren sliding out his weapons from under his sleeves and firing at Blake. "Ren has dual submachine guns." He watched as Blake dodged the fire, spinning to the side and sending Gambol Shroud towards Ren, holding onto its ribbon.
"Blake has what's basically a chain sickle." He legitimately thought about how the two would match up, and who would come up on top. "Neither are suited for long distances, but medium distance would be their best place to fight."
They stopped firing, instead moving closer, using the sharp edges of their weapons. "Close up works too. What are their semblances?" He turned to the group.
"Blake can make shadow clones, letting her dodge attacks." Weiss informed him.
"Renny doesn't like using his semblance in fights." Nora said, watching the battle. Crue raised an eyebrow at this.
"That means you don't know what it is either do you? Or you can't create a reasonable sounding one." Crue returned his gaze to the fight. "Well, I guess that means the most likely to win would be Blake." Crue scratched the back of his head, hands brushing against his extra ears. "All in all, they seem to be pretty evenly matched." This was true, as they were both currently in the orange, and still going strong.
"Yeah. They're both ninjas." Ruby said, making chopping motions with her arms. "So that means they're on equal footing." She swung her legs lightly, saying this.
A short while later, the match had finished with Blake as the victor, Ren completely exhausted. "Huh. I was right." Crue thought out loud. After that match was one between Nora and a random person from the class.
"Who's that guy?" Crue asked. The others all seemed to sigh.
"Blood Saber." Yang informed him. "He's the leader of team BLDD. I swear all they ever do is brood about how much they hate life. They've all got such edgy weapons." Yang's point was proven when Blood unsheathe a katana that was as black as the night sky.
"We fight once again/ oh Valkyrie of ginger/ I shall defeat you." Blood brought his hand in front of his eye as he pointed his katana at Nora.
"Was that a haiku?" Crue asked in disbelief. The others all grimly nodded. "Edgy OC that speaks in haiku. Yep. I'm definitely in some shitty fanfiction." The match started and Blood was too busy monologing to see Nora leaping towards him, hammer swung over her back.
He was defeated in a single blow, the match ending instantly. "I don't know what I expected." Crue said. "Or are you just trying to go for '2 edgy 4 me' humour." He watched as Nora merrily skipped away from her unconscious adversary.
"I haven't seen anyone from that team win a single match." Weiss noted. "They all seem too concerned with telling their opponent exactly what they're about to do. And they seem to think that as long as their teammates shout 'you can do it' they're invincible"
"So basically you're giving them all the tropes of a shounen anime, and completely fucking with them. Nice." He watched as Blood was dragged off by people in equally dark clothes and emo hairstyles.
"Next up." Glynda began as the randomisation process began again. "Crue Cullen and, Yang Xiao Long." Crue's blood ran cold as he turned to Yang, who was grinning widely at him.
"Alright! Let's do this thing!" She stood up, clapping Crue on the back as she passed. Crue stood up shakily, following her. "Come on man! You're having me fight Yang! The fucking unbeatable Yang!? Is this for what I said earlier about the shitty OC's earlier? Come on! It's Yang! I don't want to fucking die!"
"Are the combatants ready?" Goodwitch asked. They both nodded, Yang cocking her gauntlets in preparation. Crue raised his hurl up, preparing for the worst. The match started with Yang firing off a blast right towards Crue.
Crue swung his hurl, deflecting the projectile back to Yang. Yang ducked under it, making her way towards Crue. Crue quickly flipped his weapon around, firing at Yang. A few managed to hit her, but it did not stop her approach.
Crue had to hold his weapon with both hands in defence to keep Yang from landing a punch on him. Her fist connected with the cool metal of his hurl. "I know I don't want to die! But you're not gonna have me win are you!" Yang fired a shot after connecting, causing Crue to flinch back.
"I will accept a tie in her favour. That's about as close I want to get to beating her!" Crue thought as he stepped bag and swung at Yang. It connected with Yang, her face following the direction of the swing. She stood her ground however, and punched Crue in his cheek.
Crue reeled back in pain, but managed to keep a single foot on the ground. He spun on his heel, turning and punching Yang as hard as he could, his hurl held in his opposite hand. Yang went skidding back due to the punch. She looked up and glared at Crue, her eyes flaming red, her hand resting on her breast.
Crue realised what just happened, and felt his jaw drop open. "I JUST PUNCHED YANG XIAO LONG IN THE FUCKING TIT! THERE IS NO WAY I'M WALKING OUT OF THIS ALIVE!" He gulped, looking at the enraged face Yang was making. "Ms. Goodwitch, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who rights a good will would you?"
"Apologies, but no." She replied.
"Ah, balls." Yang dashed towards Crue, her fists pulled back and ready to strike. Crue could see his life flashing before his eyes as he stared into Yang's scarlet orbs. He brought his hurl up to block, and Yang used one of her fists to smack it.
Her other fist however, went down low. Crue's eyes widened as he realised what was about to happen. Every male in the room, as well as some of the girls cringed and crossed their legs in horror. The pain was indescribable to Crue, and yet his first thought was of Cassie Cage's fatality from Mortal Kombat X.
"I needed those." Crue whimpered out, just before he was sent skyrocketing from the added shotgun blast to his nether regions. Crue hit the ceiling with a 'thud'. He stayed there using his semblance, and his hands instantly went to cradle his injury.
Crue took in a large breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs. Crue went on the longest, loudest, and most vulgar rant anyone had ever heard. It was such a spectacular that it would bring a blush to even the manliest of sailors.
Yang was in such a state of rage she didn't even care for his cursing. "GET BACK DOWN HERE AND FIGHT!" She shouted up to Crue. Crue glared down at her, eyes matching hers in terms of anger.
"NO! HOW ABOUT YOU COME UP HERE AND FIGHT ME! AND STOP BEING SO DAMN Y-ANGRY!" He yelled back. Yang's eye twitched. Nobody uses puns with her name in them against her. Nobody.
Yang yelled as she jumped and fired downward, using the force from the blast to shoot up to Crue. Crue dropped from the ceiling, arm stretched downwards as he had lost Setanta when he hit the ceiling.
The two roared as their fists came into contact with the others face. They came to a stop for a brief moment, before they both fell towards the ground. They landed with a crash, throwing up dust and dirt.
"The winner is Yang Xiao Long, by a hair." The two combatants both sighed in relief at that.
"Ok, thank you for not making me win, but also FUCK YOU!" Crue groaned as he sat up, noticing Goodwitch exiting the room. As he stood up, he was verbally assaulted by Yang.
"THAT WAS DIRTY!" She roared at him, jabbing a finger at him while cradling her left breast.
Crue's eyes turned into a glare. "I WAS DIRTY!? YOU PUNCHED ME RIGHT IN THE GODDAMN BABYMAKERS!" He snarled.
They both raised fists, prepared to fight each other once more. Their fists were caught in a strange purple glow, Crue noticing Goodwitch returning with something in hand. "I thought you may need this." She said, holding the object out to Crue.
Crue took it, realising it was an ice-pack. He made sure to stare at Yang, as he stretched his jeans open, and dropped the pack in. With that, he stalked off back to the seating area, wincing every second step.
They both sat down in their seats at the same time, arms crossed and frowns on their faces. "Not, a word." They said in unison. Everyone wisely decided to say nothing.
"I am not going back down there." Crue stated. "That means you, jackass. Why would you hurt a place God only intended to treat nicely." His lower region twinged in pain. "Please tell me this is almost over."
"There should only be a few matches left." Weiss reassured him. "Hopefully none of them involving you." Crue nodded in agreement.
"I hope so. What's after that?" He asked.
"Lunch."