3 days later
"…and that's Dark Ultimatum." Jet finished, Yang listening to his every word. They were sitting at Junior's bar, Yang having ordered a beer for herself, while Jet sipped on a soda. It was night, judging by the black sky outside. Ruby, Weiss and Blake had gone out to service their weapons. Yang, who had already done hers, had taken Jet to the bar, and had had two beers prior to this one.
She'd been questioning Jet about his abilities. It was interesting to find out he had so many at this point, and he in turn had been finding out about her own life, and Ruby's. Now it was time for the conversation to take a more interesting turn, Yang thought.
"Say, little bro?" she asked. "What do you see in Ruby?"
Jet gave her a light smile. It was an inside joke, as Ruby seemed insistent on making Jet part of her family as a brother, considering how much time they spent together, to which Jet had complied happily, making the pair technically siblings.
"Need you even ask, Sis?" Jet queried. "She's beautiful, funny, and still has a little bit of a childish streak."
"You're talking about Ruby, y'know?" Yang replied. "She's got a major league childish streak."
Jet chuckled. "In some ways, she reminds me of myself. Parts of me, anyway."
Yang let the matter drop, she knew Jet was referring to the fact that he was part Grimm. As the silence stretched, Jet spoke up.
"Hey, can I arm wrestle you?" he asked. "I always wanted to know if I was stronger than you."
Yang was taken aback. No-one EVER challenged her to an arm-wrestle, not ever since a particularly tough opponent had his arm broken. She smiled as Jet had his arm ready.
"Bring it." she slurred slightly.
They hooked arms, and Jet held eye contact, Yang noticing the confidence in his eyes.
"One, two, three!" Jet yelled, and it began. Yang immediately pushed as hard as she could, and Jet's arm went close to falling to the table, only a couple of inches away. She was surprised as Jet first halted her, before he steadily started to push back, no amount of force working on him, until they were both back at dead even, before Jet began to gain the upper hand!
Yang fought through the pain, her muscles straining to sting as she was brought near her breaking point. Her semblance activated suddenly, and she was engulfed in flames as she once again brought Jet near the table surface, this time Jet only holding on to a few millimetres. He grinned at her.
"So that's the game we're playing, is it, red eye?" he taunted. Yang said nothing, but pushed even harder, but Jet's arm refused to budge. Jet's eyes turned to an icy cyan, before blue flames enshrouded him, and his strength increased as well, forcing Yang back! Yang realised that he'd copied HER semblance too!
Both of their auras were nearing total collapse as the contest continued, Junior and a couple of his men having come over to watch. At dead even again, neither looked set to break.
Jet's flames began to burn hotter than ever, and he slowly but surely began to push Yang's incredibly sore arm back. He got her near the table again before Yang's final stage of her semblance triggered, and a last burst of strength allowed her to push Jet's arm over the edge and slam it down against the table.
"You… win." Jet gasped, before falling backwards off his bar stool with a final, ear-splitting crash.
Yang slumped on the bar, clutching her arm, which was in agony as she nursed it. All of the muscles in it were throbbing as she recalled the hardest arm-wrestle she'd had in her life. Jet was not someone to be taken lightly, she now realised.
Her semblance had settled down, and her eyes had resumed their lavender colour. Jet, having finally gotten himself up with the help of one of Junior's men, had also calmed down, his eyes were their usual emerald colour. Junior was applauding the two.
"I don't think I've ever seen something like that." he said, as Jet got back on his seat with a muttered "thank you" to the guy that helped him up.
"Impressed, were you?" Yang groaned, as Jet surrounded his own arm with shadows, evidently healing it. A blue glow emitted from within them, and then dispersed with the shadows, and Jet flexed his now fully healed arm.
"Pass me your arm." he instructed. Yang complied, and Jet laid his hand on Yang's muscles, making her wince in pain, but he poured the blue aura she'd seen before on her arm, until it surrounded her arm like a bubble. It soothed her arm and was cool to the touch, and she relaxed as it ended her pain. It retracted back into Jet's hand as she tested it. It was stiff, but she didn't feel much pain.
"Thanks." she breathed out in relief. Jet nodded, muttering "Aquos Heal", before ordering the bill, almost like he knew about Yang's tiredness. Putting it on a tab, the two walked out of the bar, Yang's arm on Jet's shoulder, the former being a little unsteady on her feet.
The two carried on towards the dorm rooms, where they were not overly surprised to see the rest of the team. Only Ruby looked up from the study she was doing, clutching her stomach, but when she saw Jet, she immediately bounced off her bed and strode over to him, only stopping when she saw Yang was on his back at that point.
"What's up with Yang?" she asked, nervousness in her voice. Yang wanted to reply but Jet spoke quickly.
"Let me get her onto her bed, she's really tired right now, then I'll explain."
Ruby nodded, and let Jet carry Yang to her bunk, and with surprisingly little effort, he threw Yang up onto her bunk, where she swiftly fell asleep with a groan of thanks. Jet then turned to Ruby, and sat down with her at the desk. Weiss joined them, interested in what had happened.
"Yang and I were just chatting at the bar, when I decided to arm wrestle her." Jet explained, and Ruby and Weiss' eyes widened at the prospect. "It tired us both out, so I brought Yang back."
As Jet began to relay the events back to the pair, Ruby gasping as she learnt how Jet had nearly won on several occasions, Jet smiled internally. It was great to be back.