Ok, Day 4 and I rolled Yang and Cinder. Hmmm...this one is a little more mature when compared to the previous ones.
"Thirty Beowolves would clearly take longer to kill than just one Death Stalker."
Nora shook her head stubbornly, stamping her foot in frustration (leaving a sizable dent in the tile floor).
"The Death Stalker takes longer because of its thick shell!" she argued.
Yang scoffed at Nora's argument.
"The Beowolves will scatter and then you would have to waste time tracking them all down. A Death Stalker can't just disappear on you," she stated factually, firmly believing in her own reasoning.
But Nora refused to budge, crossing her arms and shaking her head once more.
"Nora! You can't just…" Yang halted her sentence when she felt a familiar presence appear by her ear, as if materializing from thin air.
"Practice room…two minutes."
Yang shivered as the silky voice whispered into her ear. She knew the owner of the voice without even looking, but she turned her head anyway as the figure began walking away.
Cinder sauntered down the hallway without glancing back, her black and grey plaid skirt swaying alluringly across her hips.
Yang unconsciously licked her lips, both out of excitement and nerves as Cinder disappeared around the corner towards the practice rooms.
"Uh, Nora, I'll catch you around," she stammered as she raced off after the brunette, having completely forgotten whatever it was that she and Nora had just been arguing about.
She turned the corner to find that Cinder was nowhere to be found. Her legs picked up the pace, carrying her towards the practice rooms as fast as she could go without getting into trouble for running in the hallways. A minute later, she reached the corridor which housed several large rooms the students were allowed to use for practices in their free time.
Approaching the first door, she peered inside the sliver of window placed at eye level. Seeing no one, she pulled open the door and walked into the room anyway, just to make sure Cinder wasn't in there. It wouldn't be entirely unlike the girl to lie in wait and…
A blunt object suddenly slammed into her back with extreme force, causing Yang to yelp as she was flung forward off of her feet. She corrected herself into a tumble at the last second as she called upon her aura, lighting up as her fists exploded into flames. Spinning around as soon as she had regained her footing, she found Cinder standing there behind her, already dressed in the skin tight black outfit that flattered her in all the right places.
"So, Yang…which do you think takes less time to kill…thirty Beowolves…or you."
Yang growled in response to the insult as she leapt forward, fists slamming into the ground right where Cinder had once stood, causing the concrete to buckle upwards from the force.
Cinder smirked at her as she drew two razor sharp swords, swinging them around in her hands with a proficiency only acquired through years and years of intense training. Yang brushed the crumbs of concrete off of her hands before she raised her fists to her face, assuming her defensive stance and preparing for the onslaught that was forthcoming.
In the blink of an eye, Cinder was on top of her, slashing her weapons right and left with ferocious tenacity. Yang blocked each attempted blow with the edges of her gauntlets, hearing the loud clang of metal hitting metal echoing throughout the room. With each attack Yang deflected, she could feel her own power increasing, absorbing some of the malicious energy as her own.
After several more deflections, Yang was finally ready to go on the defensive. As Cinder swung both blades towards Yang's neck, she held up her left fist to stop the blow as she threw a supercharged right hook directly towards Cinder's nose.
The brunette catapulted backwards to avoid the punch, both of her feet connected harshly on Yang's chin in the progress. The blows knocked her back a few feet, but she instantly reoriented herself just in time to locate Cinder flying towards her once again, blades flashing.
Yang fired shotgun blasts towards the brunette, hoping the knock the girl off balance, but Cinder merely sped around the attacks as if the bullets were moving in slow motion. An instant later, she was back on Yang, metal flashing in every direction at an increasingly faster pace. Her gauntlets were taking the brunt of the force as Cinder continued trying to break through her defenses.
The tip of one blade finally got through, severing a few precious strands of her blonde hair. When Cinder thought that Yang was distracted watching the pieces float to the ground, she twisted her body as she aimed a roundhouse kick right towards Yang's head.
But this time, Yang was more than prepared. Just as Cinder's foot was about to connect with her jaw, she reached up and grabbed ahold of Cinder's ankle with both hands. Yang put a vice grip on Cinder's leg, flipping the girl over her shoulder using most of Cinder's own momentum and slamming the girl into the floor behind her.
The brunette landed on her back with a painful thud, but Yang was forced to immediately release Cinder's leg when she noticed the three arrows already drawn back and aimed directly towards her face.
She stumbled backwards, tripping over the hole in the floor she had created earlier, as the bolts missed her by mere millimeters and lodged themselves harmlessly into the ceiling. Before Yang had even regained her balance, Cinder had kick flipped herself back to her feet, blades once again in hand as she rushed forward.
Yang held both hands above her in an 'x' as Cinder's weapons came hurtling down towards her head. But with her hands up, she was temporarily unprotected, which Cinder took advantage of with a brutal knee directly to her gut. Yang doubled over, just for an instant, but that one instant was more than long enough for Cinder to slam the handles of both blades to her left temple, throwing her to the ground.
Cold metal was pressed to her throat before she could even begin to think about getting back up. Cinder kneeled above her chest, eyes full of malice as she pressed the blade more and more firmly into Yang's throat. Any harder, and she would draw blood.
But then, Cinder quickly withdrew her weapon, sitting down with knees straddling Yang's body as she smirked down at the defeated blonde.
"Well, I think that was faster than I've ever killed thirty Beowolves," Cinder responded cockily.
Yang scowled as she felt her heart rate begin to come back down.
She had never before felt the rush she experienced when she was fighting Cinder, not even when Team RWBY would go on solo expeditions into the Emerald Forest. It was as if the brunette's actual intent was to take Yang's life, and the skilled fighter was always millimeters away from accomplishing her goal. The thrill and exhilaration of fighting for her own life kept Yang coming back again and again, like an addict searching for their next fix.
"You must be the world's slowest huntress then," Yang shot back at her.
Cinder clucked her tongue disapprovingly as she leaned her face down closer to Yang's.
"I've never heard you complain about my…speed…before…" the brunette whispered suggestively. Her amber eyes flicked to Yang's lips for an instant as she ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.
Yang couldn't be sure if she or Cinder had initiated it, but the next second their lips were locked together in a forceful kiss. As with everything else with Cinder, their kisses were rough…aggressive…competitions for dominance.
Their lips battled together as Cinder's hands ran themselves through Yang's hair, gripping tightly onto a fistful and giving a firm tug. A growl issued from Yang's throat as her aura sparked briefly in anger. She dragged her now fiery fingers across Cinder's back in punishment, making sure to press deeply enough to leave some marks in the morning.
All the while, their lips continued to search for conquest as they gradually ran out of air.
Thankfully, this was one area of…expertise…where Yang had the advantage. Cinder may be able to utilize her dust infused clothing during battles with brutal efficiency, but Yang had the gift of increased lung capacity when it came to kissing.
When she sensed that Cinder was about to break away for air, Yang clamped one hand down on the back of the brunette's neck to prevent any escape. She held onto Cinder tightly and continued kissing the girl forcefully, depriving the brunette of any opportunity to draw in another breath. She was unrelenting in her assault until she heard it: a soft whine coming from the back of Cinder's throat that begged for Yang to release her.
Only then did she let go of the girl, both of their chests now heaving as they gasped for air. Cinder glowered down at her, unhappy about what had just transpired, but Yang simply smiled up at her, sending her a shrug and a playful wink.
Cinder rolled her eyes and got to her feet by shoving Yang's shoulders roughly back into the floor. Yang laughed lightly as she pulled herself up and followed the brunette towards the exit, tenderly rubbing the side of her head where she would surely have a monstrous bruise tomorrow.
There was something about Cinder…something so dangerous…so wicked and mischievous…her teammates all warned her to be careful, but Yang didn't see what their worrying was all about.
If she cared for Cinder, and Cinder cared for her, that was all that mattered…right?