I'm sorry if this seems rushed or brief. I'm doing my best to conclude the arc ASAP so I can give you guys a slightly more seasonal chapter arc. I hope you enjoy nonetheless, I present to you the conclusion of the tournament Arc!
Jaune disengaged and danced away from his opponent in a flash of sparks and the clash of metal. His foe Cacajao, a young Faunus from Vacuo, seemed much the same as he had when the fight began. He was still light on his feet and showed little sign of fatigue. His feline ears still stood bolt upright. Jaune however was a whole other story, his shield arm ached and his legs were numb. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes stinging and blinding him until his eyes were red.
A short way away his partner appeared to be faring little better. Pyrrha was fighting ferociously but Alces seemed to have little trouble in contorting his body to avoid her strikes. Each time the Champion swung he would dodge, her sword biting into the air where he had just been.
The fight had been going on for just a little over ten minutes, and both members of 'team Arkos' were beginning to get a little rough around the edges. Careless movements allowed for the Faunus brothers to slip past their guard and land heavy hits, a kick here or a punch there, each strike wearing away at their aura. Something had to change.
Jaune waited for his opening and charged Cacajao with his shield held up. He clashed into the Faunus and took him to the ground. Using his shield to keep the Vacuan pinned and putting all his weight onto it he repeatedly pommel struck Cacajao about his head and shoulders to the roar of the crowds.
A searing pain suddenly tore its way across Jaune's. The Knight reared back scrabbling at the four burning lines across his face and howling in pain, his vision swimming. In a last moment of desperation Cacajao had lashed out with his claws and torn a path across the blonde's face. The moment he had reared back and the weight on his chest had disappeared the Cat Faunus had darted off to a distant part of the arena panting heavily.
Jaune's aura flared and a cooling sensation ran across the four angry scratches stemming the flow of blood and lacing his torn skin back together. With a gloved hand he wiped the blood from his face and looked around seeking to regain his bearings.. His opponent had fled some thirty feet away in front of him and was at last showing signs of wear and tear.
To his right some way away Pyrrha was fighting on. Her armour bore lines of deep scratches, resulting from a series of furious swipes with Alces' own claws. But she wasn't the only one to have been marked. Her animalistic opponent had a number of gashes, bot major and minor, across his body. His clothes having been reduced to near ribbons by the honed blade of Miló.
Casting a glance up at the screens Jaune was shocked. The aura gauges were weighted in their favour although only just. His onslaught had brought Cacajao down to the wrong side of yellow, his own reserves trailing not far behind. His partner was hovering in at around fifty percent and Alces was near exhausted.
With a renewed determination he drew himself up and dropped into his ready stance, he looked back to where Cacajao had been only moments before only to find an empty space. Alarmed, he looked to his partner, but she was still locked in battle with Alces. Jaune frantically looked from side to side but could find neither hair nor tail of his quarry.
It was then that a boot connected with the back of his head sending him sprawling to the cold, hard, stone floor. He groaned as every part of him flared up in angry protest at their respective mistreatment. His sword clattered away leaving him with only his shield. He struggled to his feet despite the shrieks of protest his body gave him and barely managed to duck out of the way of another incoming foot. He threw himself into a roll and put some distance between Cacajao and himself. Although moving him further and further from Crocea Mors.
He had little time to think, as the Faunus threw himself at the knight in a fearless flurry of kicks and punches. Using his shield the Knight deflected the blows although being steadily pushed back each subsequent his jarring his arm and sending it numb.
'Do something! And fast!' His mind implored him. He cast his eyes about for anything that might be of use. His gaze settled longingly on his sword, it was simply too far away. He needed something now.
As though by fate his eyes settled upon the Beacon supporter crowd and particularly the disapproving eyes of professor Goodwitch. She raised a hand to eye level and as he watched it began to glow purple as her aura was channelled into it. His vision blurred as a particularly harsh set of punches broke past his guard. When it cleared again Goodwitch had a perfect replica of her crop above her hand. It was foggy and glowed a purple light. Her eyes held an expectant look. It took another few moments and a couple more hits for his mind to piece it all together.
'Of course! Jaune you idiot...' He mentally berated himself for not thinking of it sooner.
He waited for Cacajao to attack. The faunus sent a flying knee towards Jaune's face at incredible speed but the blonde was ready. With a might heave and against the will of his bruised and battered body he shoved the Faunus with his shield and sent him tumbling to the floor.
Having granted himself a brief reprieve Jaune dashed a short distance away and fixed an image of Crocea Mors in his mind just like he had in Goodwitch's lesson all that time ago. Across from him his opponent began to get up. Jaune dug deep into his aura reserves and channelled as much as he deemed safe into his hand the air above his palm beginning to shimmer like a heat haze in the desert. Cacajao looked and him with a feral snarl and began running at him claws and teeth bared. The shimmering ceased as a hazy white glowing object began to form, taking shape and become more defined. The faunus increased his speed to one that would rival even Ruby, as he closed in for the kill, his eyes locked on the Knight's pensive face. Jaune mentally willed himself to work faster, all to aware of the boy closing in on him. With a shout of 'Aha!' his weapon was done, his eyes flickered open and he was tackled to the ground.
There was a moist squelching sound and a sound akin to that of rushing wind. The audience gasped and cried out in shock. Opening his eyes slowly Jaune found the feline-esque face of Cacajao next to his own, a pained look in his dilated eyes. Blood was pooling at an alarming rate around them but he knew it wasn't his own for he felt no pain besides the aches in his muscles.
With a cry of shock he caught a glimpse of his aura blade. It sprouted out a foot from the Faunus' back it was brilliant white and tinged with a deep red. Jaune released the grip on his aura and it dissipated coaxing a grunt from Cacajao. He rolled his once fierce opponent off of him and climbed to his knees to assess the damages.
Cacajao had a large wound left in his chest from where Crocea Auras had sliced through. It was a clean cut and it was oozing the boy's life essences at an alarming rate, Cacajao's aura being too low to staunch the bleeding on its own. Jaune knew he had to do something.
He cast aside his shield and armour, the white metal besmirched and stained red with blood. Once he had shed his only protection he pulled his hoodie off, scrunching it up he pressed it to the would and applied as much pressure as he physically could. Looking off towards his partner he saw both fighters looking in their direction. Alces with a look of horror whilst Pyrrha seemed to wear that of grim acceptance.
The Klaxon went to signal the end of the match. The paramedics came sprinting over to Jaune the moment it was declared safe to do so. The forced the Knight out of the way in their rush to begin work on the boy. The lifted him onto a stretcher and threw the blood-soaked hoodie aside exchanging it for medical dressings before rushing him off to an awaiting ambulance. A dazed Alces running after in hot pursuit.
The arena was deathly silent for a minute after the injured fighter was rushed out, before breaking into cheers. Jaune remained sat on the floor in a pool of blood unsure of what to feel. Guilt welled up inside him as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"There it is folks! In a shocking conclusion 'Team Arkos' are victorious! The partnership division Vytal Champions are Pyrrha Nikos and Jaune Arc of Beacon!"
Jaune felt a firm hand clasp his shoulder. He looked up to find the worried eyes of his partner staring straight back at him. With a wry smile she pulled him to his feet and drew him in. No words were necessary, nor were there any he wanted to hear. He just stood there in her arms.
"I've just been told ladies and gentleman that the paramedics have indeed stabilised young Cacajao and he is likely to pull through."
The crowd cheered once again and Jaune breathed an audible sigh of relief. The champion waved to the crowd before leading Jaune to collect his weapons and make their way out of the arena. The walked in absolute silence down the tunnel to the competitor's lounge, Jaune's stomach churned.
Pyrrha set him helped him over to one of the couches, before she could set him down he broke free of her and ran for the nearest bathroom. Pyrrha reached out to him but he was already gone. Even from outside the bathroom she could hear him heaving violently, it lasted for a solid five minutes until he emerged once again. His hands were shaking as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He locked eyes with her, the look in his eyes made her want to cuddle up with him and tell him it would all be alright. He sighed, he wanted to celebrate but the final's events had cast a damper on their victory.
"J-Jaune it wasn-"
"I nearly killed him Pyrrha... I ran him through and he nearly died..."
"Jaune it was a tournament, things like this happen in tournaments. He knew the risks when he signed up."
"She is right Mr. Arc." Goodwitch's voice rang out through the lounge. Jaune wheeled around to find what looked like the whole of Beacon pouring through the doors.
"But Professor I..."
"No buts. You managed to complete a complex aura manipulation exercise in an extremely short span of time and then use it effectively in combat. Whilst it is unfortunate that your opponent was seriously harmed you shouldn't blame yourself. There was nothing you could have done."
She gave Jaune a soft smile as she looked at him. She stepped aside. Ren and Nora walked up to the new champion and proffered up a crumpled and screwed up ball of cloth.
"Jaune we thought you might be wanting your lucky hoodie back." explained Ren.
Jaune took the piece of clothing and examined it. It was still damp with blood and would need a good wash. He ran his fingers along the edges of the rift in the hood, the hole that marked the start of the greatest friendship he had ever been fortunate enough to have.
His eyes filled with tears again as he looked upon all of their friends gathered in support, his guilt beginning to melt away. They were all there from team RWBY right through to the Professors themselves. Every one of them had a smile on their face.
"You've come a long way since the initiation exercise Mr. Arc. You too Miss. Nikos. You should be proud. However you have one last order of business before we can retire to Beacon for our celebrations. You must attend the Medal ceremony."
Jaune left the parties early that evening and made his way back to the dorms the now familiar weight of the medal hanging from his neck. It was truly a beautiful piece. The medal itself was pure gold, imprinted with the words 'Champion of Vytal' and the date around its edges. In the centre was imprinted the image of both Jaune and Pyrrha's personal symbols, the double arches of Jaune run through with Pyrrha's spear. Each medal is custom made the day of the final just before the presentation ceremony, as such each set of medals is unique and minted for the individual winners. These medals are widely regarded as the highest athletic honours in Remnant.
They had returned to Beacon straight after the medal ceremony, Jaune and Pyrrha both playfully fought over who would get first dibs on the shower whilst Ren fought to get Nora to even agree to a bath. As was the usual he had to promise her a plate of pancakes before she would play ball.
The hot water had two main affects on the Knight. Primarily it demonstrated exactly where all of his various cuts, scrapes and bruises were. And secondly it served to make him profoundly sleepy.
He reached his team's dorm room and quietly slipped inside, he quickly brushed his teeth and staggered to his bed collapsing into the welcoming embrace of his soft mattress. The day's events had finally caught up to him. Everything hurt, from his arms and chest down to his toes. He gave a sigh of relief and set his medal on his bedside table before closing his eyes and settling into a dreamless sleep.
It was some hours later than he was woken up by someone climbing into his bed, followed by the familiar smell of Pyrrha's perfume. He made way for her as she snuggled up to him, wrapping her long slender arms around him. He nuzzled his face into her hair and lightly kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry Pyrrha..." He whispered.
"What for Jaune? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I ruined our victory. It should have been the happiest and proudest moment of our lives."
"Jaune, you were under a lot of stress. It's OK. As a matter of fact standing on that podium with you was the happiest and proudest moment of my life because we did it together."
The blonde was silent, unsure of what to say. She had struck at the very core of his argument and dismantled it in a way that only she could. His heart overflowed at her words, and not for the first time he questioned how it was that he got to be so very lucky. With her held tightly in his arms lest she should fade away he drifted off once more to the gentle sound of her breathing.
When Jaune awoke the next day the sun was already high in the sky. Sunbeams burst through the open curtains of team Juniper's dorm room bathing all it touched in the weak warmth of winter. Jaune looked about the room with bleary eyes to regain his bearings. It was empty, Ren and Nora had gone, their beds neatly made up. In his arms was Pyrrha, still soundly asleep.
He lightly kissed her on the head before he extricated himself from underneath her, taking great care not to disturb her rest. His muscles ached dully as he made his way over to the en-suite. He turned the knobs and gingerly stepped into the steaming jet of water.
He showered quickly, seeking to rest and alleviate the aches and pains his body was riddled with. As he made his way from the bathroom, towelling off his messy blonde hair he noticed a sheet of paper on the desk, he walked over to it and saw it was a note from his teammates.
'Jauney, Renny and I have gone with Team RWBY to watch them fight in the tournament. I wanted to wake you and Pyrrha up but Renny promised to buy me a big popcorn if I left you to sleep! He said you'd be super tired after yesterday (I still can't believe you two won!) Anyway, we'll save you some seats, see you later.
Nora.'
Jaune chuckled and made a mental note to thank Ren for the favour, as well as to pay him back for the popcorn. He dressed himself and walked over to his bed. With all the care of a doting mother he gently shook his partner until she began to stir. She smacked her lips as she sat up yawning. Her pony-tail was all over the place and closer resembled a lion's mane, the Knight couldn't help but laugh earning himself a pout from the red-head. She threw aside the covers and drew herself out of bed doing her best to bite back another yawn and straighten out her nightgown. She collected some clothes and stumbled still half asleep into the bathroom.
She emerged not ten minutes later surrounded by a cloud of steam and dressed in her casual clothes. She was wearing a golden wool jumper trimmed with red, in the centre was her personal seal. Her familiar head dress rested on her head. She completed the look with a set of jeans that hugged her legs perfectly. She smiled to him.
"How do I look?" she half-sang.
"Heavenly." It was the only word that he felt did her justice.
He looked her over appreciatively once more before retrieving his scroll to let Ren know they would be on their way to the arena soon. He found a message waiting for him.
14:30- The stoic Lotus; 'Ruby and Weiss passed into the quarter-finals, Yang got knocked out in third preliminary by Coco, Blake lost to a strange orange-haired girl. Penny they said her name was. Anyway Weiss says the quarter-finals are scheduled to start at 4:30. See you then.'
Jaune checked the time, it was 2:00pm they would have to get a move on. He showed his partner the message, she nodded and collected her weapons. Jaune strapped Crocea Mors to his hip and walked out of the room with his partner down towards the sky docks. The two chatted excitedly in anticipation of the upcoming fights.
They arrived in the arena just before the fight was due to start. The trip had been relatively uneventful save for Jaune once again breaking his own travel sickness record. The two fought their way through the crowds following Ren's instructions and soon found their seats, their friends greeted them with waves, not wanting to take their eyes away from the arena floor and the fight that was due to start any moment. Yang silently smouldered, the occasional tongue of flame sputtering to life amongst her hair as she silently smouldered over her recent loss, she had a small strip running across her nose and her arm was in a cast. Blake seemed a little less annoyed, her eyes still held signs of disappointment but it was more subdued. She too bore the signs of her recent battle, bandages covered both her arms and her clothes were marred by a series of small tears.
"Sorry we're late everyone, the fight hasn't started yet has it?" The champion asked from behind the huge tub of popcorn Jaune had bought them to share.
"Nothing yet, they've just announced the match but it's about to start."
No-one said another word, they poured all of their collective attention into the large screens displaying the live-feed. A cheer spread through the crowd like wild fire as the first of the amber lights lit up.
"Here we go folks, the first of the Vytal tournament's singles division quarter finals! The adorable Ruby Rose versus the enigmatic Coco! This certainly is a match for the record books!"
The klaxon sounded and Ruby disappeared in a cloud of rose petals only to reappear behind Coco, scythe barrel levelled with her head. Without hesitation Ruby pulled the trigger, the shot rang out and a bright flash of brown light flew from the Reaper's opponent as she was blaster forwards and off her feet.
She climbed back to her feet only to be launched once again, Ruby wasn't giving her the chance to move, hoping to limit her combat effectiveness. The third-year huntress was batted about like a rag-doll by the might of Crescent Rose.
Ruby made it seem an art form as she hooked the older girl with her monstrous scythe's blade and hacked, slashed and launched her opponent across the length and breadth of the arena floor. Her attacks were often interrupted by a series of thunderous bangs, as the high-impact rounds tore from her sniper rifle, striking the Upper-classman at speeds above the speed of sound. Every hit resounding around the arena and causing the whole crowd to collectively wince.
After a series of hits Ruby stopped, panting but poised and ready for a counter-attack as Coco once again climbed to her feet. Ruby's legs burned from the continued use of her semblance. Coco pulled off her signature sunglasses, they were shattered leaving little more than a twisted frame. She spat out a globule of blood and looked menacingly at the young red-head.
"You just broke my favourite sunglasses... Biiiig mistake. Prepare to die."
With an evil grin, she clicked a button upon the handle of her handbag, a series of metallic clicks and whirring sounds came from within as it mecha-shifted into a huge Gatling gun. Jaune watched in horror as its ten barrels began to spool up.
Ruby looked on in shock, all to aware that she was now very much in trouble.
'Think like Weiss, think like Weiss, what would she do?' the Rose's panicked mind shouted repeatedly.
"Ruuun!" Was all she said as the first of the colossal dust-rounds whizzed towards her at a rate of two thousand per minute. She ran as fast as her semblance could carry her, but the stream of bullets seemed to be following right behind her no matter where she went. Ruby knew, one false move and she would be sawn in half by the seemingly endless torrent of red-hot dust-infused metal. Coco laughed almost maniacally as she toyed with her little foe, always aiming a little behind the red blur. The multiple barrels of her weapon beginning to glow hot as she kept Ruby on the run.
The various members of the crowd flinched and ducked each time Coco's weapon pointed towards them, hundreds of bullets flying in their direction only to be stopped by the crowd protection barriers at the last possible moment.
Deciding enough was enough the Upper-classman switched tact and aimed a little before her target, not an easy task as the Reaper dodged this way and that. After a series of adjustments a series dull thuds and an anguished cry rang out as one of her rounds struck true. Coco stemmed the tide of bullets sending the Rose careening towards the solid floor clutching at her chest. Yang leapt to her feet and made to dive for her sister only to be grabbed, hauled back and restrained by the combined efforts of Ren, Jaune and Nora.
The Klaxon sounded as the match ended. Coco switched her weapon back to bag form before making her way over to Ruby and offering her a hand up. Ruby took it and was hauled to her feet.
"You were toying with me weren't you?" Ruby pouted, her low aura reserves working to alleviate the pain within her chest. She had been saved the lethal bite of the bullets but she would have some impressive bruises the next day.
"Yes Ruby. Your semblance tires you quickly, by using bullets to keep you on the run I could tire you out and burn down your aura reserves. It was only a matter of time." She smirked.
"There it is ladies and gentlemen! Our first finalist of this year's singles division is Coco!"
Coco raised her arm and smiled to the crowds, eliciting a thunderous applause for herself and her valiant foe. Before she made her way into the tunnel and toward the lounges, followed closely by Ruby who caressed her 'baby' and checking it over for any scratches or dents.
Maintenance staff came on and removed the thousands upon thousands of spent cases in preparation for the next match. It was a further half an hour before Weiss and Penny entered the ring. In that time Ruby worked her way up to join them sitting on a spare seat between Yang and Blake. Yang drew her sister into a bone-crushing hug in an effort to console her little sister.
Around them the crowds entertained themselves by chanting various slogans to each other in a question-answer format. Throwing chanted banter between members of each of the four kingdoms, gradually stepping up a notch each time.
Before their chanting could escalate too far, the announcer's voice boomed out from the loud speakers once again.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Another stellar match-up for you! The elegant Miss Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company! Versus the mysterious new-comer Penny!"
The crowd cheered wildly as the two competitors entered the ring. Weiss walked with an heir of confidence and grace. Penny however seemed to clunk along in almost a robotic fashion, with a strange rigidity to her movements.
The two fighters adopted their ready position, Weiss pointed Myrtenaster towards the strange orange-haired girl whom remained unarmed. Weiss summoned a glyph as the Klaxon sounded and rocketed forwards on an air-step, the point of her rapier aimed straight for Penny's chest.
In an oddly fluid movement Penny leant back into a series of backflips dodging out of the Heiress' path. The audience gasped in surprise as a panel opened up in the orange haired girl's back and out floated a series of metal circles. With a jolt they folded out for form twelve swords which moved steadily through the air to form a defensive circle in front of her. The flap in her back closed up seamlessly leaving Jaune to wonder if it had ever been there at all.
Weiss scowled icily towards the girl, unsure of where the twelve blades had come from. Rotating the chambers in the guard of her rapier she selected red dust. Once again she air-stepped towards Penny, summoning a series of glyphs at all angles around her. She launched her attack rebounding off of her target and into the various glyphs attacking in torrents of fire.
Penny remained impassive, with mere hand gestures she conducted her twelve swords as though they were an orchestra, directing them in small groups to deflect the Ice Queen's strikes and dissipate the flames. Suddenly she lashed out conducting a symphony of dancing points and blades, the floating weapons attacking mercilessly at every opportunity, forcing the Schnee back. A pommel struck her and sent her flying only for a sword point to be driven through her sleeve and into the ground below.
With a glare she cut herself free and regained her feet. Staring daggers at Penny whom had a perpetual smile emblazoned upon her face, as though all that Weiss was doing was a mere game to her. She launched another flight of blades, though Weiss was ready. She contorted herself to avoid their bite. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, her ponytail beginning to lose its definition in the fierce heat of their battle. With a flick of her wrist she loosed a blast of ice from Myrtenaster freezing one of Penny's sword orchestra, she followed it up with a savage kick shattering the blade into frozen fragments.
She lunged and to her absolute horror the girl reached out and grabbed hold of the rapier with her bare hands. Penny wrenched it from her grasp and threw it off to the side. The red-head threw a punch knocking the 'snow angel' to the ground and sending two blades to pin her arms with a precision unlike anything Jaune had ever seen. With a further motion the remaining nine swords span faster and faster in a circle, their points all aiming straight at Weiss.
Jaune twitched uncomfortably as he felt an aura surge. In the midst of the ring of swords a green light bloomed and began to grow, a ball of pure energy drawn directly from Penny's aura. It grew and grew until it was roughly the size of her torso.
Weiss' sleeves began to rip as she struggled against the honed edges that held her in place. Fear dawned in the young heiress' eyes, there was little escaping from the oncoming attack. Ruby called out in desperation as she looked on at her helpless partner.
Penny drew her arms back and made a pushing motion, from the orb came a solid beam of green energy. It blasted down consuming the Ice Queen and obscured her from view. Dust billowed around as the attack kicked up clouds.
The spectators watched on in total suspense hardly daring to breath, anxiously waiting to see if the brave Schnee would be alright. The dust cleared to reveal Weiss in the centre of a large crater, a brilliant white glyph flickering above her as she struggled to hold it there. The hem of her combat skirt smouldering away and glowing orange. The heiress' face showed the signs of fatigue, she was in a bad way, panting heavily with sweat running down her face granting her skin a certain sheen.
Penny looked little worse for wear and still smiled brilliantly towards anyone who looked at her. Jaune glanced towards the boards, Weiss' aura reserves were all but gone, her last defensive glyph having taken a vast amount to maintain in order to hold back Penny's energy attack. The orange-haired girl herself had over half left, her own attack draining a good portion combined with Weiss' own attacks.
Things weren't looking good for the snow angel. Ruby whimpered quietly behind Jaune, her concern for her partner flowing freely. Jaune looked at Pyrrha who gently shook her head. He knew what she meant. The chances of Weiss emerging victorious from the match were fading with each passing moment.
Weiss looked around for anything that might help lead her towards victory but found nothing, she tore her tattered sleeves free of the two weapons which had held her pinned as Penny began charging her attack once more.
Realization dawned on the Schnee's face as she watched the green orb begin to grow again, she knew there was no way she could block another attack of that magnitude. With a frown she waved her arm to the officials.
"I concede!" She called out weakly.
The klaxon sounded and Penny's swords stilled themselves, the green energy dissipating into the air. Her weapons levitated their way behind the girl again before folding again and floating back into her back again.
'How does she do that?' Jaune wondered to himself as he stared in awe.
The students watched in amazement and childlike Joy at the closing ceremony for the tournament. The medals were presented for the singles division, Penny proudly receiving her gold with a cry of 'sen-sational!'.
The ceremony was accompanied by dancers and live music from the best singers and songwriters that Vale had to offer, including a unique performance from Weiss herself. The beauty of her voice bringing tears to more than a few eyes.
As the ceremony came to a close the audience gasped in pleasant surprise as small flakes of snow drifted in through the arena's open roof, the first snow of the Valean winter. With a wide smile Jaune stuck out his tongue and caught one, instantly sending a refreshingly cool burst through his mouth.
That evening Beacon was near silent following Coco's defeat at the hands of the stranger Penny. The students fiercely debated just how she had managed to beat the third-year and how she had controlled her weapons. The most common theory was that she was in fact telepathic and with the use of her semblance, controlled her swords.
Coco herself had seemed thoroughly disappointed despite the hefty chunk of silver hanging from her neck. On her return from the tournament she had eaten briefly and taken a foray into the Emerald Forest. The sounds of gunshots and the screams of Grimm could be heard echoing about the campus late into the night. Many a student shuddered at the thought and even gave a thought of sympathy for whatever creatures had the misfortune of encountering the upset fashionista. She returned late that night covered from head to toe in the black blood of Grimm, fatigue etched across her face. She returned in silence to her dorm room and made her way inside she showered before collapsing on her bed and instantly drifting to sleep. One thing was agreed by all; It is a very poor idea to upset Coco.
I hope you enjoyed that. Sorry if it wasn't quite up to scratch or was too long. I tried to take some of the reviews into account and tie back in the concept of aura weaponry. Next time I'll be moving onto a seasonal few chapters for My fluffy Dustmas arc. As always follow, favourite and review. Help me improve what I'm producing for you, because without readers this fic would cease to be.
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