A/N: Continuing the incident with Weiss under the pier.
Carry on, my minions!
Silver had the punk pinned to the ground, his wings held wide open, the tips held underneath both of the goons jaws, much like the leader's knife had been under Weiss' mere moments prior.
"I should kill you right here, fucker." Silver growled in a dangerously low voice, his purple eyes were utterly livid. "But I'm going to give you a fighting chance. Understand?" He growled at the trapped boy on the ground.
"Who the fuck are you!? Get off of me you robot freak!" The leader, who had been dazed by Silver's impact, was starting to realize what had happened: Silver must have flown into him, pushing Weiss to safety as the two of them were sent into the camping gear... Wait a second... "Wait, you're the boyfriend!"
"Maybe... But grab your knife, This is your fighting chance." Silver smirked, then flicked the tips of his wings, causing the two goons jaws to audibly crunch, which made them both fall to the ground in pain.
Dragging the punk to his feet by the shoulder, Silver reached over his back and pulled out his Split Buster Sword, which up until that point had been kept hidden within their sheath.
"You're not going to use that! That's bullshit!" The punk snatched up his small pocket knife, staring at the massive length of Silver's Split Buster before him.
"You're right. I'm not..." Silver replied, then separated the blades before tossing them to the boy's feet. "You are."
"What?! You expect me to use these fucking things to fight YOU?!" The punk stared at the two swords at his feet, then back at the pocket knife in his hand, then gawked at Silver, appalled by the turn of events. "No! No freaking way! Fuck that!"
"Fine. You had your chance." Silver gave a smirk, then stomped his foot on one of his swords, causing it to flip through the air before he caught it in mid turn. "This is the part where you run away." He whispered pointedly, twirling the sword dangerously close to the boy's neck.
"Fucking freak!" The leader exclaimed, taking a rushed charge towards Silver, logic completely absent from his mind. He raised his knife, ready to strike when Silver effortlessly dodged the wild swing, then smacked the boy's face with the flat of his blade, the slapping sound resounding loudly.
With a growl of frustration, the boy lunged again, which Silver easily dodged yet again, this time cutting the boy's cheek, below his eye.
"Just so you know..." Silver had his back turned to the boy, who had stumbled a few steps, holding his face in pain. "It's much more difficult for me to cut your cheek than it is to slit your throat."
"Silver, stop this! Let them go now!" Weiss exclaimed to Silver, who spared her a glance before the punk grabbed his remaining blade and charged at him with a furious cry. "Silver!"
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT, YOU FREAK!" He screamed, but Silver did something none of them expected him to do...
He grabbed the blade with his bare hand.
"You're insane!" The punk stared at Silver's bloody hand, neither of them moving a muscle. "Who would grab a sword like that?!"
"Someone who knows what they're doing." Silver smirked, then twisted the blade from his grasp, twirling it lethally before tossing it upwards and snatching it midfall. Still continuing his movements, Silver spun on his heel and brought his foot up to kick the punk in the face, using the momentum from catching his sword to his advantage.
In that one motion, Weiss noticed that Silver had a distinct, but subtle fighting style. He used the momentum of his previous strikes to perform highly lethal attacks and complex manuevers.
"Beautiful..." She whispered, her eyes full of awe.
"What's that?" Silver asked, sheathing both of his blades on his back.
"N-nothing! It was nothing, Silver." Weiss spoke at her usual volume, blushing slightly. "Is your hand alright?" She asked, extending her hand to take his wrist.
"I'll be fine. Rock taught he how to do that without doing too much damage to my hands." Silver replied, turning to face the two boys that had originally tried to save her. "Gentlemen, I thank you for your prior assistance."
"As long as you two are alright." The black haired boy gave a nod, then glared at the two remaining goons, who were practically frozen with fear. "Leave. Now."
They scrambled to leave, sounding slightly panicked. Jaune turned to Weiss and asked. "Are you sure that you're alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked, staring at Silver in particular.
"I can tell by that stare of yours that you're accusing me of harming her." Silver spoke in a low voice, which Weiss had only ever heard him use when he was EXTREMELY angry. "But don't you think what you've just witnessed it evidence enough to disregard that claim?"
"Silver, that's enough! We're leaviing now, let's go!" Weiss snapped at him, turning to leave, but Silver remained where he was, still waiting for a response from Jaune.
"Your girlfriend wants you to leave with her, Silver, is it?" Jaune spoke quite calmly compared to Silver's veiled anger. "Shouldn't you escort her?"
Silver scoffed, then opened his wings widely before stating in an icy voice. "She's actually not my girlfriend, punk. She's one of my classmates."
"Oh, the big birdy is trying to make himself look all scary! That's not going to work on me." Jaune sneered. "But since you brought it up, me and Ren here are also classmates at Nova. See you on campus, Silver."
Turning to glance at the black haired boy, Ren, they both gave a silent nod to each other before turning to walk away, leaving Weiss and Silver standing under the pier with matching frowns on their faces.
Silver was glaring at their backs, inwardly determining if he could hit them both if he threw his swords before they got too far away. Weiss on the other hand, was about to do something very brave, but also very foolish...
With a resounding smack, she slapped Silver across the face as hard as she possible could. She gave a deep inhale, then started to lecture Silver with full force.
"HOW DARE YOU! I told you multiple times to stop fighting, and then again, multiple times to just leave, but you didn't listen to me even once! WHAT has gotten into you, Silver!?"
"Weiss..." Silver glanced down at her with a very serious expression on his face. "You do remember that I'm a clone, right?"
"Yes, what does that have to do with anything?" Weiss narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"It means that deep in my genetic makeup, I have been altered for specific things... One of which is combat related." Silver explained, still speaking in a fairy flat monotonous voice.
"What exactly are you..." Weiss raised an eyebrow, but Silver continued speaking.
"If I view someone or something as a threat, then my first and only instinct is to eliminate it, even if I am ordered to stop, my body refuses to do so. That punk is still alive right now for one simple reason: He was no longer a threat at the end. Had he still been one, I would not have kicked him, but rather, decapitated him on the spot." Silver concluded in his flat voice. "Does that make sense now, Weiss?"
"Y-yes, it does. Maybe we should g-go back to the girls now. They're probably w-worried about you." Weiss stuttered slightly as she visualized what Silver had described he would have done to the punk. She never knew just how deeply Silver's cloning had affected him, even down to his most basic of instincts.
"You mean worried about you, Weiss." Silver turned his gaze towards her, his voice returning to normal. "Why do you think I'm over here with you in the first place?"
"What?!" Weiss almost stomped her foot in annoyance, but then she realized what he had meant. He'd been SENT to find her. "Who was it that sent you to find me? Was it Yang? Blake...?"
"Rock."
"Oh... Rock sent you..." Weiss averted her gaze, suddenly coming to terms with the big picture: Since she'd stormed off, Rock had gotten worried, so she sent Silver up into the air to find her, and he was then forced to come rescue her from the hoodlums under the pier. "Does she still want me to be thrown off the pier?" Weiss tried to lighten the sudden cloud that had passed over herself, but to little effect. Silver didn't laugh or even react in any way.
"A promise is a promise, and a threat is just a pissed off promise." Silver held out his hand. "I promise to fly low when I drop you, and to help you back to shore, Weiss. Okay?"
A/N: Weiss just got #REKT... nuff said. ;D