Okay! Sorry this chapter is a bit late... I've been busy. This has actually been going much better than I even anticipated it would. So for those of you who are not familiar with women's lacrosse rules, the games and practices might be a little bit confusing. I'll try to explain anything you might need to know in the Author's Note. If you have any questions/concerns/ext. feel free to ask me! Reviews are always welcome! If you guys have ideas for how this story should progress, tell me! I've only planned to about half way through it so far. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 3

Blake awoke the next morning to the ringing of Yang's scroll. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already 11:45am. Huh. I actually slept pretty well last night. Thank god its a Saturday. Ruby and Weiss were nowhere to be seen. As the memories of the night before rushed back to her, she got up and looked for Yang. The brawler, sitting up in her bed, had obviously just woken up as well due to her bed-head and swollen eye. Wait... swollen eye? At second glance, Blake noticed that Yang had a huge black eye, but before she could say anything, the blonde picked up her scroll.

"Hello?" She said groggily.

"... mhm... yeah..." Yang sighed. "sure... I'm on my way." As soon as she hung up, Blake pounced on her partner.

"Whoa! ...Um... Blake?" Blake ignored her and straddled the girl's waist. She cupped her cheeks in her hands and examined Yang's black eye. Yang's blush could rival the red of Ruby's cloak.

"What happened?" Blake asked with concern.

"I uh..." She chucked.

Its been a long time since I've heard that... Blake thought.

"I hit myself with a lacrosse ball on accident." Yang gave her a toothy grin.

This was refreshing for the faunus. Maybe sleep really did work well.

"How?"

"I was bouncing it off a wall and missed it."

"Oh?"

"Yeah..." Yang shied away.

A few seconds of awkward silence filled the room. As Blake was looking at the swelling, she got caught in the lilac pools that her partner possessed. Without realizing what she was doing, Blake was soon slowly leaning in.

"Helloooooooo team RWBY!"

Blake jumped off of Yang, and turned to the door. Ruby had yet again ruined the moment by barging in.

"Hey Rubes..." Yang sighed.

"So! I hope you don't have any plans for today, because we are going shopping!" Ruby sung. Yang looked away.

"Actually I have plans." Everybody looked at the blonde.

"Do these plans have anything to do with working out or lacrosse? Because if they do then you can't go." Ruby stated.

"No." She replied flatly.

"Theeeeeen what are you doing?"

"I... sorta have a mission."

"Yang..."

"I just got a call from professor Ozpin. There are four or five beowolves attacking a small village right outside of Vale. All I have to do is go take an airship out there, and kill them! I should be back by dinner!"

Ruby stared at Yang. Contemplating, she tilted her head back and sighed.

"Fine."

"Thank you R-"

"BUT," Ruby interrupted. "you have to spend time with your team this weekend. No exceptions."

"Deal."

After showering, getting dressed, and packing a small bag with snacks, Yang marched off of the Beacon campus and caught an airship to the village. When they were close enough, she jumped off and landed in the center of the town. Several villagers were already engaged in combat. Blood stained the cobblestone roads, and the sent of death hung heavily in the air. There were more Grimm here than Ozpin told her.

"Help! Help me, please!" Yang was yanked out of her thoughts, and glanced to her right. Beside a small hut was a beowolf attacking a young girl. By the looks of it, she looked maybe eight. Maybe.

Without thinking, Yang threw herself into the heat of battle by tackling the creature of Grimm to the ground. It roared and swatted, but never hit the skilled huntress. Yang fired Ember Celica straight into the monster's throat, s blood everywhere. It aimlessly clawed at its now gushing neck, and collapsed to the ground.

"Aw thank you!" The girl wrapped her arms around Yang's waist. Yang knelt down, and held the girl's shoulders.

"No problemo kido! Tell ya what? Why don't ya head inside and find your parents?"

The girl smiled and let go of Yang.

"Okay!" With that she ran inside of a large, stone building.

"Well okay then..." Yang sighed to herself.

She cracked her knuckles and surveyed her surroundings. Corpses littered the roads, and beowolves were attacking the remaining survivors. Casualties were high, and Yang had to put a stop to it. To her left, a group of people had barricaded themselves into a small hut. Grimm were quickly tearing it apart. It looked like there were eight, easy enough to handle. The people screamed and cried out for help and, thankfully, Yang was right there.

She quickly fired off a long-range shot from Ember Celica, and killed two. The remaining monsters whipped around and charged at her. This was just what she wanted. Yang smirked, and leaped into the air, cocking her fists. As she hurtled toward the ground, she fired fire dust into the cobblestone, and knocked them all backwards. Before they could get up, she mounted one and quickly snapped it's neck. The other three had now regained their composure, and charged once agin. The first one slashed at Yang who back-handspringed away. The second followed up by ramming its shoulder into her stomach. With a grunt, she stumbled backwards and took hold of it's hide. Yang picked it up, and launched the beowolf across the road. It hit a stone building and, with a snap, cracked it's neck.

Four down, four to go.

Yang turned around just in time to bring her fists up and block an incoming swipe. She grabbed it's clawed arm, and pulled as hard as she could. The Grimm's arm popped out of its socket, and it wailed in pain. Yang took this opportunity to send a quick jab into its shoulder, and firmly plant her foot in it's chest. She kicked with all her might, and watched as it sailed across the street and collapsed onto the bloody ground.

Five down.

One was charging from her left while another charged from her right. Yang simply waited until they both attacked, and stepped out of the way. They both hit each other head-on and limply fell to the ground.

Six do-

Yang felt the the wind being knocked out of her lungs as she was hit by a beowolf. She flew several yards backwards and slid to a stop near the barricaded house. Sounds became muffled, and light was fading in and out. She balled her hands into a fist and blindly fired in front of her. The sound of impact rung through her ears as she saw a bloody, black streak land next to her.

Seven.

Yang struggled to stand up, but managed. She was just dizzy, but otherwise fine. Her aura had defiantly taken a blow though. She glanced at her scroll and saw that her aura was in the red zone. Not good...

The telltale sound of running footsteps alerted her. Yang spun around and was caught by the arm. The last beowolf sliced open a long gash running vertically from Yang's wrist to her elbow. With a shriek, she burst into flames and focused all of her energy on the monster. The scent of burning flesh filled the air as the brawler literally melted the final Grimm.

Done.

The blonde slid to the ground in attempt to calm herself. The fire surrounding her slowly died down and extinguished. Yang took this moment to examine at her arm: blood ran all the way down her forearm and dripped onto the even bloodier road. She sighed, stood up, and calmly walked back to the barricaded hut.

"You guys can come out now!" She announced. "It's safe out here!"

Doors around her creeped open, and civilians filled the streets. One of the older women approached the huntress, and nodded towards her arm.

"You need medical attention, darling."

Yang plastered a fake smile onto her face and looked down.

"I have a healing factor. I should be fine in a few days, but thank you for the thought."

The woman happily returned the smile and hobbled away. The blonde then used athletic tape from her bag for a temporary, makeshift bandage to wrap around her wound. She helped clean up the mess she made as well as she could, and headed back to Beacon where her team was, no doubt, awaiting her arrival.

I can't let them see me this beat up. She thought. What should I do? She checked her scroll for the time: 4:30pm. Hey my lacrosse team should be back by now. Maybe I could get some help from them before I head back to dorm.