Not much to do today, so I decided to write a bit more. Sorry these are in such short stints.
For such a small girl, Connie really knew how to swing a weapon as large as herself. Titus backed up quickly before the axe head sliced the space he was just standing. However, Connie was relentless and continued her assault, using the momentum of the first swing to flow into the next. It was almost a dance, one that if Titus stopped to admire he would soon regret doing so.
"Better get serious!" Connie advised loudly, bringing her axe around for another strike. "Wouldn't want to lower your future combat potential!"
He had no choice.
As the axe came down upon him, Titus stood his ground. He could see the alarm in Connie's eyes as she tried pulling out of the attack. He swiftly pulled his weapon from his side pocket and thrust it against the side of the axe, diverting its course so it dug into the ground beside him.
"Tonfa!?" Connie asked in surprise. "That's what you've been hiding this entire time?"
Titus didn't respond, instead used her momentary confusion to step in for a quick punch, which landed solidly in her gut.
"Oomph," she grunted in pain, but she still didn't let go of her axe. It seems she understood this was still no time for words, and switched her weapon into its secondary form. The two large blades flexed suddenly, freeing itself from the earth and pushing Connie backwards. It was now that Titus could see how Connie handled ranged attacks, the shape of her axe had transitioned into that of a large crossbow.
The small crevice that made up the middle of the M axe, was starting to glow, and he quickly leaped out of the way as a bolt of fire embedded itself where he had been standing. Another shot, and Titus dodged again, this time narrowly missing having his legs frozen to the ground.
"I see you getting closer!" Connie informed him, having regained enough confidence to resume the conversation. She fired another bolt of fire onto the ground several feet in front of her, effectively cutting off the path Titus had been aiming for. He retaliated by firing at her. His tonfa had two sets of compacted ammunition. The end of the shorter side had instant bursts similar to that of a shotgun, while the elongated end could fire as an smg.
Connie combat rolled out the way and returned her crossbow to an axe from to shield herself from the spray of bullets. With another swing, she swept up the ashes, dirt, and dust into the air. Titus covered his eyes
"Heads up!" he heard Connie yell. He fired a few rounds of bullets in the general direction of her voice before he began to notice his vision was getting darker. The breeze had cleared enough of the makeshift smokescreen that he could recognize what was towering over him.
Connie was standing on the top of her axe, the area where her dust bolts fired from. The axe itself had grown tremendously, being tall enough now to reach one of the top floors at Beacon academy, the end of its staff part balanced on the ground.
"We're not allowed to use semblances!" he yelled at her, his voice carrying a bit of panic.
"The instructor didn't specify!" she shouted back, a wry smile on her face.
The axe glowed and returned to its former size almost instantly, leaving Connie up in the air. Two freezing bolts hit his legs, effectively sealing his movement. She then returned it to its gigantic state, now with one blade pointed downwards.
Titus gripped his tonfa tighter, his panic growing. There were several ways he could deal with the falling axe, but that would require….
He shook his head slightly. It was too soon, and there was no guarantee about what would happen afterwards. Instead, he did the only sensible thing.
"I yield!" he yelled loudly, dropping his weapons to the ground.
It didn't look like Connie could hear him, as she showed no signs of stopping. Titus braced himself for impact.
Titus blinked, the enormous axe head inches away from his face. Connie looked surprise too. From either the sudden stop or his lack of resistance, he couldn't tell.
"I would like to remind you Miss Mongle," professor Goodwitch started as she lowered Connie to the ground, "that this combat session's purpose is to find non-deadly ways of subduing an opponent."
Connie shrugged sheepishly.
"I was confident he could dodge it," she explained meekly. Professor Goodwitch sighed and rubbed her brow.
"Please restrain yourself a bit more next time," she asked. "If you have any injuries, go see the clinic, otherwise you're free to leave. I believe the only other match going on currently is the other half of your team so you may go observe them if you wish. I would advise going over your combat experience together as a team."
Professor Goodwitch left, leaving Titus and Connie gave themselves a quick once over. A few singed holes from fire bolts and bullets, but they were otherwise fine.
"You could have given me a bit of a break," Titus told Connie, as they walked over to the far sparring circle that their teammates were using.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Her face reddened slightly, and she looked away from him. "I have a fit of battle mania occasionally."
They walked in silence for a bit.
"So why couldn't you show me your weapon before?" she asked. "I mean, it's just tonfa right? The way you were being so secretive about it I thought it was some kind of death bringer like a scythe or sniper rifle."
Titus skin went a bit cold. There was no change in Professor Goodwitch's demeanor after the match. But he couldn't be too sure someone wouldn't recognize what he was carrying.
"Guess I'm just embarrassed," he offered, meekly. The clang of metal on metal brought both of their attentions center as they watched the final moments of their teammate's match.