A/N: Hey, this is a one shot that I wrote as an example for a friend, Lawsonhawk, who wanted a sample of a combat scenario. Even though it wasn't meant to be uploaded, I decided to anyway.

Yang

I can't believe that Ruby thought she could outdo me in kills. Doesn't she know that I'm stronger than her? Well, regardless, I'll show her. Firing a slug at the ground beneath me, I launch myself into the air towards the beowolf standing directly to my left. It catches the salvo of explosive rounds that I fire immediately afterwards and vaporizes on the spot.

"Thirty-seven!" I yell, looking for the crimson blur in my periphery. This might be a contest, but safety still comes first.

The flurry of rose petals that showers me tells me that my younger sister just sliced a few beowolves to ribbons. "Thirty-eight!" she responds, darting across the field of my view.

I will not be outdone by her.

Slamming my fists together, I create enough energy to send myself into what Ruby calls 'super saiyan'. She's been reading way too many comics recently.

The extra strength that my form change gives me lets me dash forward without having to use any ammo. I throw a fist out at the nearest black shape and hit it hard enough for me to pierce its chest. I'm not ashamed to say that I smiled. These things have no souls so I have no qualms about killing them.

For things with no souls though, they're surprisingly coordinated. Like right now, they form a tight ring around me, ignoring their brethren who are being sliced up by Ruby's speed and skill.

"If you ugly jerks want a fight, I'll give it to you!" I taunt, reloading Ember Celica.

As if on cue, one of the beowolves lunges forward, it's massive black paw outstretched and ready to kill. This one has a large spike protruding from its forearm and tries, but fails, to use it as a weapon. I easily sidestep the blow, countering by raising my fist just enough to deflect it past my head. Once the beowolf's balance is shaken, I duck underneath its forward moving body and punch it in the chest, using a slug to throw it across the wooded area that Ruby and I are fighting in.

The other beowolves don't like that very much by the looks of it and attack at once. They're still mindless creatures though and fight recklessly. With a few dodges, I'm able to avoid every blow while using their momentum to throw them into each other.

This isn't even a challenge. I don't know why Ruby insisted on this -

Before I can complete the thought, a single lock of my hair falls in front of my face. "What-" I begin, my voice faltering slightly. "What have you done!" My fury is unbridled and I leap forward, not caring at all about myself. All that matters is that these stupid grimm pay for what they did to me. I throw myself into the fray, punching and shooting in all directions.

Unfortunately, I only kill maybe two or three more before the horde overtakes me. That's when my little sister jumps down from the sky. Twisting as she comes down, she precisely slices the beowolves that threaten to kill me without harming me whatsoever. It doesn't matter much, because the Grimm circle around us again, viciously snarling.

I would be scared. Maybe I would, if my little sister weren't here. If there's anyone I can count on, it's her. Without saying a word, we both rocket forward with me in the lead. I punch the first beowolf, loading two slugs into it before Ruby spins around me, firing just to the left of me to clip one of the others in the head while giving her enough momentum to slice my target in half. I return the favor, firing two explosive rounds to her left and right, vaporizing any threats to her health that may have been there before.

Using the same type of technique, we clear out a column through the seemingly never ending horde of beowolves. That doesn't stop them from coming and it sure as hell doesn't stop us from fighting. We fight for what feels like hours until all that's left around us is a mess of burning wood, holes in the ground and spent shells.

Ruby looks at me exhaustedly. "So how many did you get?" she asks. A small cut across her cheek is the only wound she received during our bout here.

I open my mouth, ready to tell her that I won, but there's only one thing.

I lost track of how many beowolves I killed.