Author's Note: Hey look, a somewhat lang chapter! Jokes aside, this chapter is mostly action and fights, very little plot, so nothing really big should happen from this chapter. Then again, I use a lot of small details as big plot points later, you'll see in Chapter 10. Also, sorry I can't do much about this chapter in spacing, don't expect better spacing until mid-chapter 10. BTW Chapter 10 is very long, expect that in 2 weeks since I just finished writing it! As for updates, I'll try updating every week on Sundays, but no promises, I'm horrible at this time thing. once I put up the pre-made chapters, it'll become 'When it's done' status.
The next day was pretty lackluster for a morning. It was a school day, so they weren't exactly 'Thrilled' about today. As the team made to the cafeteria, they were gonna head straight to the line to get their food, but was stopped by one of the few enemies of Miguel's, as he ran into Cardin.
"Well well, look what the cat dragged in." Cardin smirked at Miguel.
"What do you need this time?" Miguel unpleasantly asked.
"Well, tell me why people enjoy being around faunus, all you are is just a bunch of animals."
Miguel smiled, as he knew what to say. "Some faunus like us don't kinda like peanut butter, but I like the taste of it and it's a good spread like your mom of course but we can talk about that later, for my team and I have to go eat lunch." Miguel and the rest of his team got their lunch and sat down with teams JNPR and RWBY.
As they said down, Dusty was the first to speak, "Miguel, was that necessary?!" "Yes, it was Dusty, and besides, if he wants to fight he can do that at our next class."
Miguel went quiet after mentioning it, focusing on eating his lunch as did the others, but Miguel spoke up after a complaint with his food, "Blake, this is too much tuna for me to handle."
Blake looked up at him, "It's better than eating a bunch of beef and what not."
"My diet is average, Blake, but anyways, I think I figured out how I can learn Taekkyeon, I already know the basic motions. I just need to practice the actual techniques."
"That's good, but are you gonna finish your tuna sandwich?"
"Yes I am, just give me a couple minutes." The group finished their lunch in silence surprisingly, soon after they had to leave for class.
The students were talking in the arena, waiting for Professor Goodwitch to show up on the arena stage. She eventually showed up, and her mere presence silenced the whole arena. She asked for volunteers first, and oddly enough, Cardin raised his hand and asked to fight Miguel in a 1 on 1 fight. Professor Goodwitch found it acceptable and approved the match. both Miguel and Cardin walked towards the locker room to change equipment, and while changing, Miguel thought to himself, -time to get in some swift kicks, for you, my father, and the ancient grimm Cthulhu, plus now I can show off what I learned.- When Miguel took to the arena, Professor Goodwitch started speaking, "Is everyone ready? If so, step back and be prepared to fight." Miguel and Cardin stepped back, as Miguel took an open stance, ready to run towards him. "Alright, let the match begin!" Cardin rushed at Miguel, Miguel took a step forward and stepped to his left, dodging Cardin's strike as Miguel aimed the barrel of Div directly into Cardin's side at point blank range and fired. As Cardin stumbled to his left, Miguel took this chance and rushed in, kicking into the back of Cardin's right knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Miguel swung his foot back using the weight of his body, and managed to kick him in the chin, knocking him on his back, Miguel spoke, "Stand up, I won't hit a man while he is lying on the ground." Cardin got up and swung his mace downwards towards Miguel, which in turn, stepped in towards Cardin's body, swinging his knee upwards while he extends it. Miguel's heel makes contact with Cardin's chin, knocking him to the ground again, where he stayed for a few seconds to recover and soon got back up and spoke, "Kitty has claws, I wonder if your tail would make a nice belt of sorts!" Miguel yelled, "Fuck you, Cardin!" As Miguel unsheathed Div and was ready for Cardin's next attack, Cardin rushed at Miguel swinging upwards, Miguel thought to himself, -time to make a small adjustment- Miguel used his semblance to make Cardin's arm swing slower and slightly to left. Miguel swung Div downwards, blocking Cardin's attack and pushed aside to throw off Cardin's balance. Miguel thrusted his blade at Cardin which, in turn, jumps back. Miguel then stepped forward, slashing the back of his blade downwards onto Cardin, ending the fight. Professor Goodwitch, surprised with the fact that one of the members of team MADD won, spoke, "And the winner is Miguel, from team MADD!" Soon after, Miguel left the arena to change into his student uniform, as he thought to himself, -this is nice change for once, I won a match at Beacon, father, but my kicks are still not as strong as yours.-
Professor Goodwitch asked for another participant, as Devon raised his hand and stood up, Professor Goodwitch asked him, "I assume you wish to fight Dusty from yesterday's fight I'm guessing?" He smiled and replied, "No, that'd be horribly one sided on my part, I'd win, I wish to fight Weiss." Professor Goodwitch looked quite surprised at his sudden amount of ego, and simply approved the match once Weiss agreed. As Devon walked by the rest of his team, Dusty told him he was cheering for him, but once he left, Dusty brought up that he actually was cheering for Weiss. While he was in the locker room, he thought to himself, -I've got this, this is gonna be a walk in the park. Who knows, maybe that Velvet chick will actually care about me after this- He stepped onto the arena, where Weiss was waiting for him to arrive. He strode in with that confidence and cockyness he was known for, when he stopped at the center and moved to his position, preparing to fight and once the Professor called to start, he was off to run towards the battle he was in. He wasn't ready for Weiss' impressive speed and swift strikes though, and he realized his Semblance was still a mystery to everyone else, he decided to use his Semblance, Κενό Ασπίδα (Translated from Greek, Void Shield), he brought up a Shield sized portal from him to Weiss and shot a fire dust round through his portal, using his shotgun part of his Tonfas, however Weiss caught onto his plan and leapt through the portal and landed a few good hits to end the fight, Professor Goodwitch seemed much more disappointed that the one person on Team MADD who had so much confidence didn't really put up much of a fight, afterwards he was in the locker room when he thought to himself -Damn, that was a train wreck, maybe I really should train with Dusty and Miguel- Devon made his way to the Bleachers as Goodwitch asked for one more volunteer as time allowed, Aquila wasted no time raising his hand, Goodwitch rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, Mr Oculus, you can fight, Any preferences?" "Nope." "Ok then, *She flicks through her scroll* How about Miss Nikos from Team JNPR?" "That's great." Aquila was moving down the steps towards the locker room, and while changing had the customary pre-battle thoughts, -I have a chance at winning, right?- They both stepped onto the arena stage, took their positions and signaled that they were ready, then the start sound went off, Aquila rushed in drawing his pistols and took aim and fired a few times, only to have both shots blocked. He thought -Ok, that's great- before he tossed out one of his hidden blades, getting his blade stuck in a wall on the other side of the arena, before it destructured and returned to its original spot. Brief thoughts went into his mind -How did she dodge that? That was a dead center shot!- He threw down a couple cherry bombs and then a smoke bomb to cover the arena in a deep haze. -Perfect, now the cherry bombs will cover the sounds of my movement- As Aquila stealthed around, he was marking areas to use the rope darts he had stocked up on while in the market. Before the smoke disappeared and made him visible again, he used what little time he had left to his advantage, firing off multiple blades at Pyrrha to attempt to win before the smoke faded, but the smoke went away making him visible once again. He couldn't seem to land another hit no matter how hard he tried, so he shot a rope dart over an arch and attempt to get a vantage point over Pyrrha, but she threw her weapon, severing the rope and causing him to fall several feet, he did land on his feet, thanks to his training as an assassin, but was still vulnerable for a few seconds, allowing Pyrrha to get some free hits. Due to his slipperiness, he managed to stall until the end of class, where Professor Goodwitch was forced to call a draw, and for the fight to be continued at a later date, as Aquila walked back into the locker rooms, he thought -Oh my god, I actually managed to keep up and get a draw from the Mistral Tournament Winner. Whelp, my life has yet another accomplishment-
Nothing spectacular happened later that day, or the former half of the next day, but things spiced up briefly after lunch, Team MADD was resting in their dorm room, Miguel was rambling on about how he has to learn Taekkyeon and Devon going on about how great Faunus are, Aquila was busy chatting on his scroll, leaving Dusty to have to listen to these two idiots talk, it wasn't long before his semblance activated. He saw that he was fighting someone, but they appeared to be unarmed, until he noticed they were exceptionally talented at kicking, he made note of the kick heading towards him to knock him out, but didn't see anything else because Miguel snapped Dusty back to reality. "Hey Faggot! Wake up, we gotta leave for class," Miguel shouted, "Sorry, vision." "You had a vision, of what?" "Shotgun boots." "That's ridiculous." "So is your face." said Devon. "Well, just wait a little bit longer, you'll find out." Dusty promptly packed up everything and went mobile with the rest of his team. Miguel was talking with Devon, "Hey Devon, do you think that the shotgun boots person Dusty mentioned could teach me kicks and stuff?" Devon replied sarcastically, "I don't think so, Miguel, I mean he can't kick people if he uses shotgun boots." Miguel angrily replied, "Well fuck you too, Devon." "No need to be so harsh, I'm just joking with you." "Doesn't change the fact that you're a prick!" Aquila intervened, "Miguel, calm down, it's just a joke, but that doesn't excuse your behaviour, Devon." Dusty interrupted, "Hey Drama queens, we're here." Team MADD took their seats among the bleachers, waiting for the bell to signal the start of class. The class started and the first fight wasn't too spectacular, just some freshman getting curbstomped by Devon. Professor Goodwitch commented, "Well then, that was interesting, who is our next volunteer?" Mercury raised his hand nonchalantly. "Mercury, you are aware that Devon is in no condition for another match." Mercury lazily spoke, "Yeah, I know, he isn't the one I want to fight anyways, I'll fight, *he pauses to scan the room* him." He points towards Dusty. Miguel leaned in and whispered to Dusty, "Is he the shotgun boots guy?" Dusty whispered back, "I don't know, let's find out." Professor Goodwitch spoke up, "You wish to fight Mr. Quintessence?" "Yes Professor, It's nothing that hard." Dusty was already halfway down the stairs, when he noticed a distinct lack of Blonde hair and Shotgun Gauntlets. He was in the locker room, when he thought -Atleast the PTSD won't kick in- Dusty walked the center stage and prepared for battle, once both sides were ready and the starting horn sounded, both sides didn't move, but instead waited for one to throw the first strike. Eventually Mercury stopped being lazy and actually threw a kick, catching Dusty off guard. After staggering a couple feet back, Dusty realized, it was shotgun boots guy. Dusty's thoughts were a bit of a mess at this time, but he thought of something -What if I used those High-Powder Fire Dust Rounds I got not too long ago- Dusty switched to the gunlance form, as quickly as possible and loaded the round, making sure all cooling vents were open and that the shot was ready. Dusty lined up the shot and prepared to fire the round, waiting for Mercury to get close enough for the dust to have a larger impact on the fight. Mercury inched closer and closer towards Dusty waiting for Dusty to shoot so he could dodge and rush in, but he got too close to the gun, and at that moment Dusty applied pressure to the trigger. At that moment, Mercury realized, he fucked up. The impact wasn't impressive, after all, the shell wasn't meant to do damage, the dust formed a smaller circle around Mercury, when Dusty switched to longsword form and prepared to leap, he realized the blade was still hot to the touch. While he was busy admiring the coloration on the blade, Mercury slipped out of the flaming circle and kicked Dusty in the jaw, sending him sprawling across the ground. "Ok, my aura is getting pretty low, maybe I should train my endurance more… Nah, I got this." Dusty said as he switched to the dagger, briefly admiring the glow before noticing Mercury was within range to kick him. Mercury spoke, "Guess it's time to put out the fire." Mercury threw a kick that Dusty recognized as the kick from the vision and just dodged to his left, and right before ending the fight Dusty said back to Mercury, "Remember that saying, you play with fire you're gonna get burnt? Yeah you forgot that and you're now paying the price" before landing the winning blow. Professor Goodwitch actually seemed surprised that Dusty managed to win a fight, given his record. While in the locker room, Dusty thought to himself -I could've done better than that- when he rejoined his team, The last fight was picked and on the way to the locker room, the last fight was just completely irrelevant.