A/N : One of my friends (who reads my stuff even in the draft stages) saw my little fic between my OC Myst and Russel, and pointed out that Cardin needed his 'fix' from the Faunus Sirocca. At first I was against it, having no idea at first, until she blasted one of Lindsey Stirling's songs close by.

Damn her, she knew my weakness. Now I have several scenes swirling in my mind.

DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN RWBY. ALL CREDIT GOES TO (RWBYGOD) MONTY OUM AND ROOSTERTEETH.

Without further ado, let us enjoy the spectacle.

Sirocca woke uncharacteristically early. Myst, who was normally up before daybreak, was still snoring lightly from under her blankets.

Huh... Mud-Eater is still out cold... That's new. The Faunus girl yawned hugely, then slid off the bed while stretching her arms upwards, ignoring the blanket that came along with her. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she stood in front of the window. The stretching felt good on her arms; soon she was arching her back slightly, then followed by her feet going tiptoe.

Sirocca held this pose for ten seconds before slowly easing back to normal. "Mmh. I'm bored," she deadpanned to no one in particular.

As part of her regular morning ritual, Sirocca took a few slow breaths then unsheathed the claws in her hands and feet. She did a few quick jabs and swipes, shadowboxing for a few minutes before re-sheathing the sharp protrusions back into her bare fingers and toes. She quickly changed to her blouse, pants, and robe, making sure to secure her twin boomerangs to her back.

Softly making her way out of the allocated room, Sirocca quickly made note of the majestic inner halls of Beacon. Not much different from the Order's inner halls, she mused. From here she could hear the bustle of cooks busily preparing breakfast three floors down. Undoubtedly, Beacon's chefs and the Order's galleymasters have been up all night and trading secrets and techniques, and will be showcasing them later during mealtime.

The thought of food made Sirocca's mouth water. However her strict self discipline immediately stopped her from pursuing that train of thought, and she contented herself to wandering around.

It was almost daybreak when she noticed she didn't recognize the walls. "Eh... Oh tarnation. Lost again." Muttering half to herself, she turned to try and retrace her steps when she was stopped by a voice from somewhere in the dimly lit hall.

"Hey, didn't you see the sign that no freaks are allowed here?"

Sirocca's temper immediately flared, knowing it was directed at her obvious Faunus heritage, but she managed to calm herself somewhat before turning to whoever spoke. Her enhanced vision showed her a taller male, obviously heavier than her and wore presumably thick armor. "Eh? Says who?" Her tail, however, still flicked roughly, showing her annoyance even though her voice was low and calm.

"Says me." The speaker stepped out from the shadows. He was already indeed clothed in gray armor, with a orange insignia emblazoned on the chest. He was also holding a wicked-looking mace in his right hand, tapping it on his own shoulder. "You'd do well to remember you're in Beacon, kitty cat."

Sirocca's amber eyes narrowed. "I got no idea who you are, mister, but you'd also do well to remember you're not talking to just a measly little kitten," she emphasized the last word a little sarcastically. "Especially that you were supposed to be the more intelligent species, human."

The burly guy took a few steps closer, then leaned slightly towards Sirocca. "I don't care that you're not from Beacon, but just remember that you're not in your home turf, freak."

Sirocca's eyes glinted. "Wanna prove something, idiot?"

He snorted. "Fine, you're on. Outside of Beacon. Now."

"You're SO gonna regret it." Without another word Sirocca vaulted down from the ledge, much to the boy's surprise. Upon landing silently, she immediately broke into a run and awaited the mace-wielder's arrival.

It took him almost ten minutes to get outside. Sirocca was already up on a tree branch, letting her arms and feet dangle down, her tail swaying gently. "Wake me up when you're ready, human." Sirocca called from above, yawning.

"How about… Now?" The boy swung his mace on the tree, shaking it violently. Somehow Sirocca kept her balance and stayed still lounging, and waited until the vibrations stopped before she sighed and dropped to the ground. "I'm giving you another chance to back off, unless you really want to mess with a Winchester."

Sirocca just stood up and poked her ears with her pinky. "Eh? A what now? A winter chester? With a big kitchen whisk on a stick?" She yawned again. "Boring name, boring weapon, boring style. Mud-Eater could prolly whoop yer ass without even trying."

The Winchester boy kicked a rock directly at Sirocca's face, which the Faunus deftly dodged at the last moment. "My name's Cardin, and say it with respect, freak."

The Faunus arched an eyebrow at Cardin. "Sure, sure, whatever, card in. Sounds like a superhero transformation trigger or something." She yawned again, stretching her arms upward. "Eh, whatever. Th' name's Sirocca, but I'd rather you call me by my nickname."

In a flash her robe was flying upward, revealing Sirocca's athletic body, obvious through her fitting blouse and pants. "They call me 'Poison Wind' back home, and I'm gonna show you why."

Neither moved for a few seconds. At the exact moment Sirocca's robe touched the ground, both human and Faunus charged at each other. Cardin's mace whistled above, under, and around Sirocca, but never really landing a solid hit. Sirocca, on the other hand, only used her right hand to parry or deflect the human's mace out of the way, always with either a sneer or a laugh.

"Stop dodging and hit me, damnit!" Cardin grit through clenched teeth as the mace thumped on soft ground, still not making any contact with the tiger faunus.

Sirocca was still the bundle of energy, lightly bopping on the balls of her feet and shadowboxing a short distance away. "What, that was it?" She settled on her feet and let a grin crawl on her face. "Okay, my turn."

The faunus closed the distance between them with a quick step, almost too fast for Cardin to follow. The boy blocked the first four consecutive palms to his face with his mace, but failed to notice the right hand snaking from underneath him.

The next thing Cardin knew, he was facing upwards, to the trees. While he was trying to ponder what happened in that half second, the tiger girl's wicked grin was in the periphery of his vision. That reminded him: he was in a fight with a faunus, and he was quite obviously losing with ease.

His head snapped back and the mace went up, but the tiger girl was no longer in front of him. A blur to his right made him turn his head, only for his cheek to meet with a dusty foot. The impact sent him twisting in mid-air, and as soon as his feet touched the ground he felt a knee drive up his stomach, expelling all the air in his lungs and causing his eyes to go wide.

Cardin crashed to a heap on the ground, a cloud of dust flying as Sirocca backstepped a few paces away, still with the crazy grin on her face. "Feh. All bark no bite." She raised her hand up, pointing to the heavens and yelled, "Aaand the winner iiiiiiiiiiis… Sirocca..! Feeeaaaannorrrr!"

Cardin just spat on the ground, going to one knee. "You just got lucky…"

Sirocca grinned at him again. "Is that so? Well, to be fair, I've only used my hands and feet. Can't be fair that I haven't taken out Dextra, right?" Her hand snaked up to her right shoulder and pulled a boomerang-like wooden blade, whirling it easily. "Meet Dextra, my right-hand battle boomerang. I got one more, Sinistra, for my left hand. So, wanna have another go?"

This is just part one of Sirocca's 'beatdown'. Part 2 will be released probably tomorrow, still ironing out details.