Steel Rust was bored. He was so invested in making sure his weapon and armor, which he knew would perform perfectly, was clean and functional that he barley even heard the call for him to enter the ring over the obnoxious kid behind him blaring music from his beatbox. He was outfitted in his signature armor and outfit which had extremely intricate designs on the arm guards but the rest of his light armor was otherwise unadorned.
It was annoying and exciting to fight one of the best summon semblance users of all time. He knew that the fight would most likely end with him bruised and on the ground, but there was a good chance that he could over power the infamous "Ice Queen". He had seen videos of her fighting style and his parents had talked about all of Team RWBY with him on multiple occasions. Even though he had heard of their accomplishments, he was dead-set on leading his own team and one day surpassing the famous RWBY.
"The next fight will be Wiess Schnee of Team RWBY against Steel Rust of Atlas. Please enter the ring." Spoke Glynda Goodwitch. He knew of her legacy and reputation but he knew that there was a kind streak inside the woman.
He entered the ring only slightly after Wiess but she had already drawn her rapier and was in a stiff and experienced stance. He assumed that she would go for an early attack and began readying his semblance. He decided that the less Wiess knew of his tactics and fighting style could only benefit him and kept his weapons hidden. Steel simply stood with his hands in his pockets and stared down the Ice Queen with eyes lit with passion and anticipation.
Glynda rang her bell and the fight began. Steel was correct with his prediction of an early attack and with the bell was still ringing she used her time dilation to rocket herself towards him, her rapier leading the charge. He easily evaded her dash and the jab that followed and swung a right hook at her stomach. Half way to her unguarded stomach, his hand hit one her signature glyphs which she then used to jump to the other side of the arena.
"So, that's how the Ice Queen plays? Let's get onto the main course of this fight!" Steel angrily shouted at the shorter girl. He was ticked off that she wouldn't even fight him but resorted to running. 'Screw tactics' Steel thought and began his summoning.
He could tell that the massive gear that encompassed nearly the entire arena, surprised Wiess by the look of shock on her face. He smirked and decided to use his go-to summon. The aura draining from his body was a familiar tug and one that gave him a bit of a high. He thought about all the use that this one summon had and could only guess that he had used the massive robot over one hundred times.
The robot stood nearly fifteen-feet tall and was very similar in appearance to the one that Weiss had famously used in her battle against Adam Taurus. The robot that he was using was the same model of training robot that Wiess had gained her scar but was the next year's model. He never bothered to figure out how to summon the armor for the robot because he honestly liked the exposed gears and mechanisms. It was modified to have the same foot-long blades extended from the outside of its wrists that Steel had hidden within his own prosthetics. The color was a dark gray and all the edges were coated in rust.
He had lost his arms, all the way to the shoulders, while fighting the very robot that he had summoned. The robot had modified programming that was coded by none other than Steel Rust himself. He had upped the aggression of the robot to ten times the max setting after becoming bored with fighting the after beating the robot daily for six months straight as his morning warm-up. The robot had caught the young boy unaware and while the boy had his back turned after toppling the robot, the robot cut Steel's arms clean off in two swift strikes. Out of this state of pain and panic, Steel activated his semblance for the first time. As he turned to look his fate in the eyes, he heard metal clash and looked on with awe as the training robot was decapitated by its own clone. He felt the robot's clone pick him up and then passed out form the blood loss. Even though the boy was unconscious, his savior carried him to the medical wing that was attached to the gym he always trained in. His father then called none other than the General James Ironwood to build prosthetics. The synthetic arms were designed, built, programmed, and shipped in the next ten hours and showed up on the doorstep by noon the next day. Or, so he was told the blood loss had him in a coma for a full week. When he came back from his coma, he instantly tried his new "arms" out and was surprised that he had no problems controlling them. Ironwood had arms made in the same style and from the exact same materials as his very own, so they operated at the peak of Atlas technology. They were so accurate that he often forgot that he had lost his arms during the first few months. But after a week, the young boy rebuilt the arms from the elbow down to personalize them and to add a place to hold the blades. They slid out over the top of his hand and they ended in a tip that could cut steel.
The flashback made him smirk as he returned to the present and to his fight. As he fought Wiess, they both had their respective summons making the exact same movements. Unfortunately, as Steel realized this, Wiess saw the break in his concentration and landed the finishing blow with a heavy jab to his chest. His fall was only softened by landing in a clump of ash left from the fight before. The ash went everywhere and coated both in a layer of soot, which only served to piss off the victor.
"You covered me in soot! You idiot!" The Ice Queen angrily stated.
"Well, it's not completely my fault! You are the one that threw me in it! Now I have to clean my prosthetics!" Steel angrily countered.
"Well, are you… Wait. Did you say prosthetics?" Wiess faltered. Steel could tell that she was embarrassed and he explained that his arms were mechanical.
"I noticed that they did not move like normal arms but I assumed that was the armor. If you come sit here I might be able to help clean them." Wiess sheepishly suggested. He could tell that she was interested in him, but decided to let it go. He was too busy without a girlfriend. Let alone with a girlfriend, but even as he was convincing himself, he caught himself admiring her petite form, small perky breasts, and fair complexion. Before he could answer her earlier question, he was knocked back down to the ground with Wiess on top of him by a pair of gray and red with locked lips. When he got back up, he saw a furious, but adorable, Wiess brushing herself off and the interlocked couple bursting out of the door.
"What was that?" He asked the still fuming Wiess.
"My dolt of a team leader. She is so immature. She needs to look where she is going. She should be so forward in public. She has to keep up appearances." Wiess rambled but Steel couldn't help but notice the blush that spread across the pale girl's face.
"Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private. You know, to clean these out." Steel added quickly when he saw her eyes light up and the blush cover her lower face again.
"Yes. To clean your arms out. That alone. Nothing else." It would have seemed as she was turning down Steel but her blush told the truth as he grabbed her hand and rushed out the same door as the earlier pair had.
Once outside they shared a quick kiss and as Wiess pulled him down the hall, he would have heard the following if he wasn't enraptured by the beautiful woman ahead of him:
"Fighters Blake Belladona of RWBY and Henna Umbra, please enter the ring."