A/N: Hey hey! Welcome to the world of AIS! I am writing this because I have nothing else to say!

Cain: I like how you think that... you might be a little wrong though ;)

You know, I really don't think this is a good idea…" Jaune said watching Yang open her bracelets up to her gauntlets. Yang grinned happily at Jaune.

"I think it's a great idea! We don't want you to keep being so restless and end up hurting someone you don't want to hurt now, do you?" Yang asked seriously. Jaune winced, knowing that he was caught. With a sigh Jaune pulled out Crocea Mors, opening up the sheathe into a shield and getting into a suitable position. Yang jumped up in joy and got into her boxing position, ready to duke it out with Jaune.

Brushing away the dread of fighting someone so out of his league twice a week, Jaune focused intently on Yang and her figure. The way she was standing, that is. Her stance. Fighting… stance. Right.

The brief distraction was enough to slow Jaune's reaction time just enough not to be able to react to Yang's charge. Before Jaune unlocked his semblance, Jaune would have only had his shield to block Yang's attack. Now he had several other tricks up his sleeve.

With a sharp intake of breath, Jaune quickly shouted.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

The shockwave traveled quickly. However, while Yang might not have been the brightest bulb in the classroom, fighting was something that she excelled in. Yang wasn't dumb enough to be caught in something like that again.

With a quick flurry of feet, Yang dove to the side, trying to move out of the way of the shockwave. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't an exact measurement that Yang could side step, and got grazed by the edge of the blast.

Instead of being completely blown back by the wave however, Yang was able to manage a simple side-step, dropping her guard and trying not to get flung somewhere.

Jaune could see the brief opening and pounced on it, charging forward faster than he ever had before, brandishing the sword horizontally. Yang was quick to recover, and leapt backwards, pulling her fists up into a boxer's stance just in time for the sword to meet her face. Metal screamed on metal as the weapons met each other and Yang took a shaky step back.

Dust! Yang thought to herself. Jaune had suddenly grown so much stronger so quickly!

Trying to trip Jaune up, Yang tried to jab forwards, making Jaune tilt back just a fraction of an inch. It was hard to feel smug at the dodge when Yang fired a full shell into Jaune's face though, blasting him backwards.

With a groan Jaune picked himself up, trying to locate his sword and shield. He only had enough time to grab the sword though, as Yang was on top of him by that point, getting ready to perform another flurry of blows.

Thinking on his feet, Jaune let his training do the work and flicked the sword to the left and right, parrying the gauntlets when Jaune couldn't dodge the onslaught.

I need a little help here. Jaune thought a little desperately, losing a lot of ground backing up and trying not to get struck again. Vedrahgol gave a little chuckle.

Try this. The dragon said before relaying three words to Jaune. The instant the words filtered through Jaune's mind, the meanings became clear to him. Jaune didn't just understand what the words meant, but also what the words did.

Air.

Battle.

Grace.

Armed with new knowledge of the semblance, Jaune took a deep breath in. Yang reacted instantly, pushing herself backwards to prepare herself for another gale of wind.

"Su Grah Dun!" Jaune barked out, feeling power flow through his arms. With a grin on his face, and a look of confusion on Yang's, Jaune charged forward, ready to turn the tables.

With a clang of metal on metal, Jaune struck one of Yang's gauntlets, which Yang retaliated with a punch towards Jaune. Faster than the eye could see, Crocea Mors flickered and parried the gauntlet before flashing forwards again. Yang didn't even have time to react, it was that fast.

Yang reared back and fell onto her butt, stunned at the speed. What she didn't expect however, was Jaune to press his advantage.

Jaune Arc had always been a gentleman. In life as well as fighting, Jaune would never do anything untoward. On the rare occasions that he was able to push an opponent back, Jaune stopped himself and rose to a defensive position, waiting for the opponent to recover.

This time was different.

Jaune didn't know why but he felt so… thrilled at the fight. Blood was rushing through his ears and his heartbeat seemed to be beating twice as face. Everything was so clear and for once, Jaune was confident.

With a snarl, Jaune thrust forward again, striking Yang. She cried out and rolled away, hands up in a defensive stance.

"Jaune…?" Yang asked cautiously. Jaune didn't reply, taking slow measured breaths while twirling the sword. Taking a few casual steps, Jaune got closer and closer to Yang, making her tense up at every step.

Once Yang entered into Jaune's range, he struck out again, another short and powerful thrust toward Yang's face. This time, with proper preparation, Yang raised a gauntlet up and shot forward, meeting the sword halfway and taking most of the force out of the blow. With the unexpected movement, Jaune stopped long enough for Yang to punch Jaune in the chest once, before twirling around and delivering a spinning kick to the head.

Jaune groaned from his spot on the floor, picking himself up slowly while blinking spots out of his eyes. When his vision cleared, Jaune saw Yang rushing towards him, ready to lay the smack down on Jaune. With no more time to react, Jaune opened his mouth, ready to use his primary shout to buy him time.

Instead, Jaune's throat tightened and Jaune couldn't even breathe out another word. Frozen, Jaune could only receive another full forced punch from a fiery Yang, blasting Jaune yards backwards.

What the heck? Jaune wondered, blindly trying to grope for Crocea Mors. Finally locating his sword, a rush of sound entered into his mind.

You do realize you can't use your shouts so close to each other, right?

What?! Where's this written? Why? That's ridiculous!

Jaune could feel the mental shrug from Vedrahgol, while the strength from Jaune's arms seemed to seep out of him.

Humans apparently cannot handle the power of our language perfectly. Your body seems to have a way to automatically stop you from tearing yourself apart.

You can tear yourself apart with the shout?!

I dunno. I'm a dragon.

"Of course you are." Jaune muttered.

How do I know when I can… shout? Is that the word for it? Yeah. When can I shout again?

Vedrahgol fell silent as he thought carefully about the question before answering.

I dunno.

"Oh Oum's dusty pants." Jaune bit out, absolutely at the end of his chain. At this point in time Jaune was just hoping he wouldn't end up a paste on the floor, knowing that the chances of Yang calming down are next to slim.

Without a further thought, Jaune dove for his shield and rolled to the side, away from Yang's shotgun blasts trailing him. Bullets scattered against the shield as Jaune kept it in front of him, knowing that Yang would be advancing while she was blasting the shots away.

Please tell me you have something else up your sleeve. Jaune begged Vedrahgol.

I do not have any sleeves maldovah. But if you are asking if I have anything that may aid you to get out of this situation, I do.

Jaune perked up, ready to try and turn the tables on Yang.

… But if you cannot shout that the only advice I have for you is to win.

Yang smashed into Jaune's shield, making him fall back a few steps. Jaune tried to counter with a few twirls of his sword, to make the cuts a little less predictable, but without whatever it was that was boosting his speed a few seconds ago, Yang dodged everything with ease.

You are absolutely useless! Jaune thought angrily. Vedrahgol just drew out an irritated breath and decided not to say anything to that.

Without any other external help, Jaune had to fall back to just his sword fighting, which, while greatly improved, still would not beat Yang in a straight up fight.

Slowly but surely Jaune was pushed further and further back, desperately trying to find a way to at least survive a little longer, even if he knew he couldn't win.

Yang on the other hand, was relentless. Knowing what happened last time when she dropped her guard, Yang wasn't going to be caught off unawares again. With another roar, Yang punched through Jaune's guard, burying her fist into his stomach and making Jaune fly all the way to the other side of the arena.

"Hah! I knew it was a fluke!" Yang said, celebrating at her win, raising both of her gauntlet-clad hands into the sky. Jaune just groaned in pain, trying to sort out his thoughts that were mixed in with extreme pain.

Now that the fight was over, Yang walked over to make sure that Jaune was alright. Kneeling down next to him, Yang laid a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright there lover-boy?" Yang asked kindly.

"Never… better…" Jaune wheezed, sucking in as much air as he could. Yang chuckled sheepishly.

"I probably hit you way too hard didn't I? Sorry about that." Yang said. Jaune just shook his head.

"No, I'm glad that you fought… hard…" Jaune coughed a little, finally finding a way to keep the air in his lungs, his breathing shuddering back to normal. "It was a good way to find out what my limits were." Jaune said. Yang nodded, frowning a little.

"Speaking of limits, what was up with your semblance?" Yang asked. "I mean, can you really only use it twice or something before it runs out? I've never seen that happen before." Jaune shook his head.

"Apparently my semblance is so powerful that my body is forcing me not to use it too quickly." Jaune answered promptly. Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? And who told you all of that?" Yang asked teasingly, not really believing that Jaune would say something like that without thinking that it was the truth. Jaune wasn't the type to really brag about anything. Pretend to be a hot, manly stud maybe. But not anything about his fighting.

Jaune, on the other hand, froze for a second, having forgotten that he hadn't told anybody that he had a dragon inside of him that was telling him everything about his semblance.

"I… uh—well, you see…" Jaune tried to find a good excuse to give Yang, floundering about. The longer it took him to answer the question, the more curious Yang got about Jaune's source of information.

Why don't you just tell the little whelp? Vedrahgol asked Jaune. Vedrahgol continued his reasoning before Jaune could object. What would be the harm in telling her anyways? She has known you for quite a while, has she not? And you and your many servants have faced stranger, have they not?

Jaune opened his mouth… then closed it again, giving the point to Vedrahgol. The old dragon wasn't wrong. Finally, Jaune decided to go out on a limb and tell Yang.

"I... my semblance is a little strange." Jaune started to explain.

"You can say that again." Yang agreed, crossing her arms, waiting for an explanation. Jaune continued.

"So, apparently, something happened when I was younger and a… uh, dragon… was mixed in with my soul. And he talks to me in my head. And that's how I get all my information." Jaune said, finishing confidently.

Yang blinked her eyes once, twice.

"What." Yang said flatly. Jaune smiled in a confused manner.

"You don't get it?" Jaune asked. Yang put a palm onto her face, wondering if that last punch had taken more than just wind out of Jaune.

"Okay." Yang said, trying to piece together Jaune's explanation. "What you're saying is that you have a dragon… inside of you?" Yang stopped, making sure that what she was saying was right. Jaune nodded, allowing Yang to continue. "And this dragon talks to you about your semblance?" Yang finished.

Jaune nodded. "Yep. I don't see what's so hard to get."

Yang sighed exasperatedly.

"I don't know if I knocked some of my crazy into you or if you've always been this crazy. You do realize that this sounds absolutely nuts, right?" Yang asked Jaune.

"I… yes." Jaune said, embarrassed.

"How does this work?" Yang asked him. Jaune shrugged.

"I have absolutely no idea. It just does. Vedrahgol—that's the dragon's name by the way—is pretty much explaining everything to me on the fly. The weird thing is, some of the stuff that he says, I sort of already kind of understand, like flash memories, you know? I think that has something to do with the book that I read, the Oghma Infinitum, which kind of gave me knowledge of the world that the dragon belongs to, which is the world of Nirn, and—"

"Whoa, alright, stop." Yang said, holding out her hands to signal Jaune to stop talking. "I had no idea what you just said. Are you saying that the dragon is from another world? And what's all of this about a book? You've lost me here Tornado-mouth." Yang said.

Jaune drew in a breath to try and slowly explain everything to Yang again when Ren's head popped through the door to the training arena.

"Jaune? Yang? We need you back now." Ren said quietly, seriously. To Yang, Ren was always this reserved guy, so she took it as nothing but a simple request. Jaune however, had spent a whole year with the quiet boy, and knew by the air around Ren that something big had come up.

"Is something wrong Ren?" Jaune asked worriedly. Ren looked at the two of them with dark eyes.

"Vacuo has fallen." Ren murmured, before leaving, closing the door on the two shocked blondes.

OMAKE

"Where the hell am I?"

Cardin looked around and tried to survey the area, but as far as he could tell, the only thing that he could say for certain was... well, he wasn't in Remnant anymore.

A constant rolling field of grass, along with trees and sounds of nature reminded Cardin of the Emerald Forest, but without the daunting aura that's always surrounding it.

Cardin took a step forward, and jumped up at the sight of a person appearing out of thin air, face covered with a horned mask.

"Huh-hey! Nice to meetcha!" The man held out his hand, looking more like an appealing salesman than one of the Princes. "My name's, well, it's a little long, so you can just call me... Clay."

"Clay?" Cardin asked, staring at the hand. When in doubt, a person will fall onto his baser personality and instincts. With Cardin, he got meaner, puffed out his chest, and tried to be the most intimidating and dangerous being around. Normally that wouldn't be such a bad thing to do when surrounded by the unknown.

When Cardin was facing The Dark Prince of Dark Deals and such, it could only be called a cute attempt.

"What's going on here?" Cardin said, chest absurdly forward, ignoring Clay's hand. With a slight pout, the man put his hand back down, but quickly smiled again, even though the mask covered all his expressions.

"Well Cardy- Can I call you that? I'll just call you that." The Daedric Prince said hurriedly before the Hunter-in-training could say anything. "You're here because you're... well, you're dead kiddo." Clay shrugged. "Sorry to say that man."

"I'm what?" Cardin repeated slowly.

"Oh well, it's a long story involving books, a khajit that's more girl than cat, Hermy (but don't call him that, he get's real moody), and a sacrificial ritual where you got a huuuge knife slammed into your chest!" Clay mouthed a few more words, looking down at his fingers to see if he had said everything. "Yep, that's about it!"

Cardin could just continue staring at the man in disbelief.

"I-I can't be dead." Cardin insisted. Clay laughed out loud. .

"Oh really? Then what the heck is that then?" Clay said, pointing to Cardin's chest. When the Hunter looked down, he shrieked in surprise at seeing what was practically a river of blood flowing from a huge wound. Suddenly the wound disappeared, Clay laughing even harder.

"Ah ha, oh ho, ahhh." Clay laughed, slapping his knee. "Yeah that was just a prank kiddo. Well, that part is. You are dead, but eh, whatever."

Cardin looked at Clay in disbelief and rising anger, standing up to his full height and pulling out his mace.

"Alright that's enough games. Bring me back or else." Cardin threatened. The Prince ignored the threat and looked carefully at the weapon held in front of him.

"Wow, that's a neat looking mace. You know, I've got a cousin's cousin's cousin who has a mace too, 'cept it's green and glowy." Clay said.

Cardin faltered for a second, not sure what to do when the person you threatened completely disregards a threat. Clay just continued to talk, feeling a little sorry for the guy.

"Alright alright, enough games, I guess. I was just having a little fun, I'm sure you can understand." Clay said, waving his hands. Cardin still kept his frown, and his mace was still up and ready to fight. Clay gave a loud sigh.

"Alright, you know what? How abbout this," Clay said, before raising his hands. A whirling storm whipped around the man, thunder clapping and Clay's voice becoming ethereal. "I am a god, and for putting up with me, I will grant you one wish of your desires. Simply name it, and I will grant it."

Cardin stared at the figure, his mace slipping through his fingers. With a vicious grin, Cardin nodded in happiness, something finally going his way.

Clavicus Vile could barely hold his glee.