The Beacon Staff Holiday Retreat, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Now, for the fight you guys may have not been waiting for- the staff! Since they missed it out during the Cockerel Festival, sadly, I decided to put one in here. Because why not, it makes sense.

Anyway, let's do this!

DISCLAIMER: RWBY does not belong to me, otherwise we'd have more staff v staff sparring in canon (seriously, I want to know what Ozpin's weapon and Semblance are, and it better be something awesome).

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

Glynda, Port and Oobleck took their positions on the arena. Yona had declined to join in, on the basis that the arena was far too small for her to be able to make use of her weapon or Semblance, making it unfair for her to participate in such a battle, while Ozpin merely smiled enigmatically and continued to enjoy his coffee. Yona had elected to make up for it by being the arbitrator of the fight.

"Ahahah!" Port roared, hefting his massive blunderbuss-axe on his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't wish to go back for your crop, dear Glynda?"
"I'm fine." Glynda adjusted her glasses and sunhat, before assuming a combat stance, taking the crop out from within her dress, patting it with her hands.

She hadn't had a good fight in a long while. And without the potential of antics from Cinder, this was going to be a nice, fair battle royale.

Perfect.

Oobleck merely extended his thermos-bat, studying his two opponents closely, adjusting his glasses as he quickly tapped his foot in anticipation.

"Speed up. Must fight. Right now is best opportunity. Still running on caffeine rush." He noted tersely. "Let's go."

Port chuckled. "My, Oobleck. You're rather quick to demand defeat, are you not?"
Glynda scoffed dismissively. "Peter, you seem to forget, I won the last time we fought like this. Perhaps we shouldn't be getting too hasty ourselves."

"Ah, dear Glynda, but that was months ago! Perhaps I can beat you right now, eh?"

Ozpin merely smirked.

"Let's not get overconfident, Peter."

"Ahah!" The portly man readied himself for battle, glaring down at Glynda as intimidatingly as possible. "Even you doubt me! I'll just have to prove myself!"

Yona sighed. "Okay, guys, enough bragging. Let's get fighting, yeah? Last person to stay up wins. Are we all ready?"

Port patted his axe. "Whenever you're ready!"

Glynda cracked her knuckles in anticipation. "Indeed."

Oobleck's weapon set itself aflame. "Indeed. Get it done. Time for coffee later. Collaboration with Gretchen on magic will come later."

Yona smiled.

"Alright! Let's go!"

The moment those words left Yona's mouth, Oobleck was already in mid-stride, surging towards Glynda, club extended. The witch met his onslaught with a snap of her crop, causing a purple barrier of Dust to surge forth in front of her, pushing Oobleck back. In response, the speedster responded with a blast of fire from his thermos, which Glynda hurriedly cartwheeled out of the way of, landing perfectly on her hands.

"Ohoho!" Port aimed his blunderbuss at Glynda's side. "It seems you've left yourself open, dear!"
With a spirited laugh, the hunter fired several hard pellets of Dust at her, which were similarly met with purple blasts from Glynda's crop, the meeting of the projectiles causing miniature explosions i mid-air, like firecrackers going off.

"Not so open." Glynda retorted. "You should be more careful about your declarations, Peter."

"Ach! You and your wizardry." Port stepped back, gathering for another barrage. "Oobleck!"

"Understood."

Glynda drew breath and turned to see the green-haired man charging up a massive fireball, staring at her impassively as he did so. With a calm movement across towards him, she braced herself to face the attack head on.

Without so much as a taunt, Oobleck fired his weapon, sending a blast of fire straight into Glynda.

Glynda's response was swift.

With a deft hand movement, she flicked her crop forward, causing a trail of violet sparkles to shoot out and make contact with the fireball in the air, stopping it and enshrouding it in a cage of purple energy, before spinning it about herself and hurling it back at Oobleck, who speedily dodged it and readied to fire once more.

Yona blinked, shocked at the speed of which they'd exchanged blows. "...I...I just blinked.

I guess I forgot how fast you guys actually fought."

"Fast." Oobleck noted. "Not faster than me."

He flicked a switch on his thermos, before unleashing a veritable wall of flames at his compatriot.

"Statistical chance of dodging that barrage- none."
"Let's see about that." Glynda grinned, before flicking her crop up, unleashing a multitude of purple sparkles, catching each fireball in their tracks.

Oobleck's mouth hung open in shock.

"Still convinced?" The instructor retorted with a smirk.

"...impossible." The green-haired man muttered.

"No. Not really."

With a loud yell, Glynda hurled all the caught fireballs down at him. They tore blazing trails through the air, raining down upon their progenitor with malevolent speed.

"Much regrets. Should've taken coffee without milk this morning." Oobleck muttered, before readying his thermos to deflect the barrage.

Suddenly, with dizzying speed, the man's arms began to move quicker than anyone's eyes could process, making short work of batting each fireball away, his arms and weapon a blur of grey and green to onlookers and the flames now a dazzling wall soaring towards Glynda and smashing straight into her, covering her and the surrounding ground in smoke.

Yona cringed, looking concernedly at the area where the witch had been standing. "...oooow. Glynda?"
"Medical aid might be required." Oobleck commented quickly. "Port and I will finish this fight quickly."

Even Peter stood stunned at the feat, propping up on his axe for a moment as he watched the smoke cloud slowly drift away from where it had hit Glynda, before being shocked out of his daze.

"...m-me, lose easily?" Port laughed, dismissive of the thought. "Let's settle it now-"

"Wait." Ozpin held up his finger, as the smoke dispersed. "I wouldn't be so hasty as to call it right here, eh?"

Glynda was unscathed in the middle, a small island in the crater caused by the explosion bearing her and protected by an orb of purple energy, which flickered out of existence the moment she deemed it safe.

She stood up, dusting herself off.

"Is that all you have, you two?" The instructor taunted her two co-workers. "I'm frankly disappointed.

Come on, I know you've got-"
"Oh, GLYNDAAAA~"

Glynda blanched.

"Oh, good Du-"

"GLYNDA!"

Suddenly appearing from the ground and phasing through the dirt, the ex-ghost and current Professor of Supernatural Studies, Yuko Kanoe glomped Glynda, pressing her face into her chest and rubbing her cheeks tightly into it. "GLYNDAAAA~"

Oobleck and Port both stared at her.

"Where did she come from?" Peter muttered, shocked.

Yona turned to Ozpin. "Did we take her on the trip?" The headmaster nodded, sighing with a chuckle.

"Indeed."

"G-get off of me!" Glynda screeched. "P-pervert! Get your face out of my chest!"

"So...soft..." Yuko sighed happily, pressing her head into her chest. "Sooooft-oh dear."
"W-We're falling!" Glynda yelped, before they fell into the crater.

"Glynda! So soft...Glynda?" Yuko looked worried. "Glynda...oh dear.

I may have knocked her out."

Oobleck exhaled, exasperated. "Disappointing. I was rather looking forward to a better battle than that."

Port sighed, hefting his axe up and slinging it on his back. "Ah...Miss Kanoe. Was that really necessary?"

"I like to appreciate nice figures when I see them." The girl explained, giggling. "Like dear Glynda's!

Err...can we get her to someone who knows first aid?"

Glynda groaned, feeling a towel on her forehead as she woke up.

"Ugh...Yuko..." The instructor muttered, irritated. "Idiot..."

"Ah. You're awake." Cinder sighed, sitting on an armchair opposite her with a grin. She was now clad in a flame-patterned red sundress, complementing Glynda's purple sundress. "You're welcome."

"...what happened?" Glynda rubbed her temple, looking up at her. "Wait. Don't tell me Yuko knocked me out..."
"You've been out since yesterday." The pyromancer sighed, shaking her head sadly. "You're a lightweight, you know."

Glynda clenched her fists, growling. "Yuko...t-that perverted moron."
"Personally, I'm jealous she got a piece of you~" Cinder giggled mischievously.

"N-not the point! I've been knocked out since yesterday!"

"Yeah, yeah. Gretchen patched you up anyway. She's a good doctor, y'know." The pyromancer explained. "Also, I took the liberty of bathing you."
"Y-YOU BATHED ME?!" The instructor yelped, blushing. "Y-you pervert! W-what did you do to me?!"

"Nothing. I just washed you up." Cinder sighed. "Sheesh. You're not that attractive. And I'm not that perverted."

"...i-idiot. " Glynda turned away, blushing profusely.

"As I said, you're welcome."

"Hey." Yona poked her head in. "If you're done flirting, we're about ready to head off to the countryside.

Glynda, we saved some pastries for you in case you wanted breakfast."

Glynda sighed irritably. "This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

Where's Yuko?"
"She's asleep on the bus." Cinder explained. "You can save your revenge for later. We'd rather not be splattering blood all over the bus.

It's on rent."

The instructor's eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't be scared of Gretchen at this point.

I'm going to utterly obliterate that girl..."

Minutes later, on the bus...

"Glynda-ow!- I know you're mad! But-ow!-come on! It-ow!-was only harmless!" Yuko cowered under the slaps the instructor was administering.

"You moron! You got me knocked out with your perversion!"

Yona was trying to wrench Glynda off of her. "Hey! Stop! Calm down!"

Cinder, meanwhile, was munching on a burrito and watching the brutal revenge. "Dear Dust. She hits like a truck when she's angry."

"Such assault is inefficient." Gretchen noted pragmatically. "It would be easier to simply strap her into a table and apply sufficient force."

"...sufficient force? Gretchen, we're not torturing her."

"It would be much better than allowing her to escape revenge."

Ozpin merely sipped his coffee in the front of the bus, turning to the back. "Glynda, try not to get carried away.

Also...we're at our first landmark of the day. We're stopping the bus here."

Yuko sighed in relief. "Thank-ow!-Dust! I might-ow!-escape suffering!"

Glynda finally relented, grumbling. "I suppose I'll...let you go. For now.

We are having a talk about this when we get back to the beachhouse."

Gretchen looked outside through the bus windows. "That landmark..."

"...Gretchen, what are you thinking?" Cinder poked her shoulder. "Gretchen? Gretchen?!"

"I have to do something." The sorceress shoved the pyromancer roughly out of the way and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Oh Dust. Ozpin." Cinder called over to the front. "Ozpin!"

Glynda looked over to her. "Cinder, what's going on?"
"Gretchen's going to do something really stupid and it involves that landmark. What is it anyway?"
"It's reputed to be where the First Huntsmen slew his first Grimm." Port explained, looking over to Oobleck to continue.

"First Grimm slain. Zodiac class. Mus-type Grimm." The historian added. "Very rare type of Grimm. Estimated to be only three or so in existence at this moment."

Ozpin sighed. "Well, we'd better hurry up and-"

"SKREEEOOOONK!"

"Yes." Gretchen's ecstatic cries could be heard from outside, causing the faculty to look over to the landmark itself.

The landmark was marked by an ancient granite statue, with what looked like a Huntsman hefting a club, beating in the head of a rodent-like giant Grimm sticking out from a multitude of similar looking heads. Gretchen was standing in front of it, looking upon a spell circle marked with lit candles and drawn with a dried red substance that Glynda hoped wasn't blood.

Emerging from the circle was a giant flailing tentacle from some indeterminately ancient being. Gretchen was laughing maniacally at it.

"Excellent! Such magical energies, gathered in such a spot of significance..." The sorceress declared. "...Let it begin! LET IT BEGIN!"

Glynda's eyes narrowed. "Well...I suppose desecrating a historical site wasn't on the itinerary?"
Ozpin sighed. "I guess...we'll have to call the rest of the trip off." He sipped some coffee from one of his mugs. "...the occupants of the nearby town will not be happy that one of our faculty members summoned what looks to be an extradimensional entity into the world."

Port laughed uproariously, taking out his blunderbuss-axe. "Well, it looks like we finally get a good fight!

Come on, even if our vacation ends here, at least we can have a good fight, eh?"
Glynda exhaled, pulling out her riding crop and standing up.

'Why can't I have a little peace around here...'

Needless to say, after the staff managed to finally cast the abomination back to where it belonged, there was a lot of reprimanding to be done to Gretchen, and the holiday was ended quickly before the nearby village formed a mob to chase after them.

END

A/N: And with that, the holiday got ended prematurely. Sad times. Also, because I kinda ran out of ideas as to how to continue this. Sorry, guys.

Well, next chapter, Weiss Reacts to Five Nights at Freddy's! This ought to be interesting at least.

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, suggestions, criticisms, reviews and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!