Author notes: I made Raven such a bitch and I love it hahaha. Although I feel this chapter's rushed towards the end and I debated leaving it, your comments are keeping me going through this and to be honest we're just starting the juicy bits now so buckle your seatbelts and prepare for the Yangst game the next couple of chapter's mwahaha. Anyhow as per usual likes and comments are much appreciated and yeah I guess, enjoy?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all creditability and ownership of the following scenarios and characters goes to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.
The sounds of rough combat reverberated off of the harsh natural quarry around the smooth plain. A thick blur of yellow motion could be seen reflecting across thick slabs of red and purple rocks as the fighting continued. Raven however, would not call it a fight, no. Why would she? She wasn't technically fighting back.
Yang was on literal fire. She couldn't focus on anything else other than hurting the woman in front of her. How dare she say that? She was the first goodbye. She was wrong. She needed to pay for what she said. For what she had done. What kind of mother abandons their new-born child without as much as a goodbye or a reason? No one. She needed to feel all of the years of pain Yang endured trying to find her. She needed to hurt, she needed to bleed and she needed to die.
Yang had never burned hotter in her life as she threw a barrage of punches at her mother with her one good arm, but it wasn't enough. Raven hadn't even drawn her long-sword as her daughter repeatedly tried hitting her, she had just stood away from the rock and skilfully deflected each one of Yang's attacks flawlessly. She knew Yang's combat style from all the time she had spent watching her daughter and knew that Yang was a hand-to-hand combatant but without her main arm and Ember Cilica she was nothing but an inept brawler.
Yang's attacks continued for minutes before fatigue finally caught up with her and her movement speed slowed but she kept going, determined to at least make one hit on her mother. Raven meanwhile, noticed her daughter's change in efforts and had seen enough. Swaying to her right to dodge a bone shattering punch Raven quickly lifted Yang's arm with her own and pushed her back slightly only to then pummel a spinning hook kick at Yang's head, sending the blonde flying across the battlefield.
There was a high-pitched screeching noise in her head and ripples in her vision as Yang impacted hard against the dense jewelled floor creating cracks within the surface as her head and shoulder's hit the material with the force of a meteor. "Is that really that best you can do Yang? Now I understand how you lost to that girl on the train, how you failed to stop Adam, how you failed to protect Blake!" Yang's eyes burned a dangerous red as the vicious words promised her a second-wind. Lifting herself up from the indent in the ground, Yang charged at Raven with all of the power she could muster. She was ablaze as she ran at full speed, feeling a new pleasant tingle cover the entirety of her skin. Something wasn't right.
Raven upon noticing a strange red glow emerge from the fast approaching fury that was her daughter, slowly moved towards the black obsidian rock that she was sitting on top of earlier, mentally calculating the right time to duck and enact her plan. This was it. As the seconds ticked down and she saw that Yang was about to deliver the fatal blow, she opened a portal beneath her feet and fell into the darkness as Yang's punch, upon trying to lock onto her mother, collided with the stone, scattering shards of black around the terrain.
The sheer amount of strength behind the attack left Yang crumpled to the floor exhausted as she could still feel the hit reverberate through her bones. Whatever that rock was made from, it was almost unmovable. She had never come across a naturally solid object that could withstand one of her normal collisions, let alone whatever that was. Gulping deep breaths to try and reinstall the flow of oxygen in her system she barley registered the sound of approaching footsteps behind her. She mentally and physically flinched as she felt her mother's hand pull at her shoulder and turn her around so that she was facing the sky. "Damn it. It didn't work. That was supposed to work." Raven growled as she let go of her daughter and paced across the plain. Why hadn't it worked?
Yang was instantly confused. What didn't work? Was that another test? "What- What do you mean?" She coughed, she clearly inhaled some smaller shards of the rock. Brief panic flooding her system as she wondered if it was dust, or even worse, if it was toxic. Those thoughts alongside her sheer anger towards her mother were then overridden with fatigue and curiosity. "That wasn't supposed to be a test. You were supposed to have changed." Change? What did she mean, change? Change how? "What? What do you mean?" Raven turned back to look at her daughter who was still lying, defeated on the ground, she had clearly burned herself out. Then Raven noticed Yang's inappropriate attire. "Stay here, I'm going to go and fetch you some clothes and food." She commanded as she opened another portal. "No. Stop. Stop doing that! You promised me answers!" Yang grunted as she moved to lean against the remains of the rock. "You're not leaving until you answer my questions."
Raven smiled a genuine smile at her daughter. The girl could barely move yet she was still putting up a fight. "Very well. If you want your answers now, then so be it" She walked over closer to her daughter before sitting down cross-legged opposite her. "But first, tell me Yang. What do you know about mythology? Well, more specifically what do you know about a bird born with the power of a dragon's flame…" Yang sat there confused, unsure about how to answer or where this was going…"I-I don't understand?" Raven's expression softened then morphed into one of sadness as she gently asked a question that would be the start to Yang's greatest troubles and regrets. "What do you know about the legends of a Phoenix…?"