Big Issues
AN: Here we go with the final part of this grouping of fights. I hope you enjoy the fights and other things that occur for this chapter, it's a really long one. Just as a precaution for all readers, there is a NSFW section which has been clearly marked so if one wants to skip that part, they can. Also, if anyone doesn't know, January 19th is Blake's birthday, which is today.
Anyway, on with the show!
Throwdown- Part Three
Lake Mashu was considered almost unanimously to be one of the wonders of the world of Remnant. It is the largest fresh body of water on the planet that's not frozen, with several rivers feeding it from the mountains to the south and only three that lead from the lake to the ocean between Anima and Solitas.
The area was long known for its rich deposits of Dust, though the mines were carefully maintained to disturb the wildlife as little as possible as well as to not empty the veins too quickly. The centuries of mining have left the land dotted with entrances and connected underground by accident and by design many times.
Tunnels that fell into disuse often fell to becoming nests for Grimm or dens for illegal elements such as bandits, smugglers, and slavers. Some of the larger excavations had been turned into arenas used by gladiators and cultists alike.
But it was above the water that really garnered attention, thousands of islands floated above the lake. It was widely agreed by geologists that the feature was formed due to the large number of rivers cutting into the region until the Gravity Dust that was concentrated here greater than anywhere else, began to lift the earth around them and taking the plants and animals far above their former habitats.
The lifting of so much Dust laden chunks of the planet vacated a large portion of the forest that filled the space between mountain ranges and the coastline, leading to water filling the basin over time. Every now and then, an islands Dust would no longer have the power to keep it above the water and so it would slowly descend until they landed on the shoreline to create a hill or fell into the water to become a standard island or sink below the waves.
Otherwise, the concentration of the Gravity Dust would determine how high the island floated over the area in proportion to how much material was held to it. Estimates on how long the feature would last vary but the last island was expected to remain in the air for hundreds of thousands of years into the future.
It was curious that the islands stayed within the Lake Mashu region but studies have shown that the wind patterns that would move the islands and the interactions of the Dust holding them up and that still in the ground around them, created something of a natural cage to keep them from traveling around the globe.
The plants adapted to their new environments, the large trees and vines being the primary flora aside from several dozen varieties of flowering plants. Most of the animals were birds and insects capable of flight between islands but there are a few mammals, reptiles, and amphibians that had evolved to glide when the land drew close.
And for the people of Mistral, few would dare to mine the Dust in the islands knowing that they'd hasten its drop to the ground below. Most who landed on the islands were simple researchers intent on studying the life there.
And there were the Grimm that patrolled the region…
Weiss was glad that she hadn't eaten for a few hours as the pilot pushed the agility of the Manta to its limits. While she was sure that their flight looked beautiful from the outside, the inside was still being threatened by whatever contents she had in her stomach and bladder thanks to the constant changes of speed, the climbs and dives, sharp turns and rolls…
'Ruby and Yang would love to be doing this right now!' She had no idea if that thought was verbalized or not and her pilot was preoccupied with their erratic flight.
The rotary gun roared as a trio of Lancers flew out ahead of them from behind one of the floating islands. One was filled with holes while the other was injured with one of its wings clipped into a stump. The last flew around its falling brethren and charged at the ship.
The Manta twisted in the air with a barrel roll and fired its gun again, the bullets ripping through the abdomen of the giant wasp Grimm before flying past. The Lancer lasted long enough to be passed by a dozen members of its hive before succumbing to the wounds and plummeting to the ground far below.
Weiss appreciated the fact that her widened hips and matching rump gave her a rather stable seat and the harness kept her comparatively small upper half from being tossed around as they dove to the ground from the last maneuver. They raced in between to islands that had been pushed close together, the floating rocks funneling the Grimm through the tight space and forcing many to slow down or fly around.
The five that managed to keep up launched their stingers, buzzing angrily as they missed their target. A sharp turn under the island by the aircraft led to one breaking a wing on a thick vine and it tumbled to the lake where it would drown.
The Manta came out from under the island to find part of the swarm flying straight at it from above, though two of those behind the craft crashed into the swarm as the groups converged, falling until they found their bearings and had to race to catch up.
The pilot spun his craft around after cutting the thrusters and squeezed the trigger, mowing down the swarm until six were left. Restarting the engines, the Manta shot through the loose grouping of Grimm and found the pair that were lagging behind.
A few bullets took them out of the equation.
Weiss had no time to appreciate the beauty of her surroundings as she had to deal with the G forces that kept her pressed into her seat and more than a few times close to passing out.
"Is there any way to stop them? Shooting behind us or something?" She asks as they leveled out for a bit.
"Guns only shoot what's in front of us with some articulation. And we didn't come expecting a big fight either, so no, we can't shoot them."
Weiss narrowed her eyes as she thought things out, looking around the cockpit and hold for anything that could help them deal with the Grimm. Then she had an idea.
"Can you fly with the bay door open?"
"What? Are you crazy?"
"Answer the question!"
"Argh, yeah. I can fly with it open but it'll slow us down a lot."
"Fine with me." She slips an earpiece into her ear and syncs it to the pilots helmet with her scroll. "Keep us moving and take care of any in front, I'll take the ones behind us."
"I hope this plan of yours works!"
"Same here." She mutters as she steps into the cargo/passenger bay. Myrtenaster was taken in her hand and quickly checked for the Dust in the revolver to find that it was filled to capacity.
She settled herself on the ramp itself and summoned a gravity glyph to keep her on a solid surface. "I'm ready! Open the door!"
The ramp began to lower and the wind whipped into the hold, causing Weiss' hair to flutter in every direction and making her glad that her ponytail kept the strands somewhat in check. Even so, the wind lashed at her face and pulled at her clothes, seemingly lowering the temperature drastically. Some dust and a few forgotten loose papers were sucked out the open door and into the sky, more than likely to land on the lake where they'd be destroyed.
Then there were the Grimm, over a dozen in number that seemed a bit surprised that a mortal would be facing them. But that only lasted a few moments, partially because a paper smacked into the face of one Lancer and covered its eyes. That one fell back as it dealt with the nuisance and the others grew more incensed at the 'attack'.
The ship pitched into a dive and wove between a pair of smaller islands. "What are you waiting for?!"
"Can you go through those islands again?"
"Gimme thirty seconds!"
The giant wasps closed in and Weiss spun her revolver to her desired Dust. A small squeeze of the trigger let the highly refined and high-quality powdered Dust trickle out onto the blade of Myrtenaster. Her right hand extended the index and middle fingers to apply aura directly into the Dust before thrusting the weapon at the Grimm to create an intense but brief whirlwind that pushed them back from the Manta.
Switching Dust again, Weiss was able to repeat the gesture but launched balls of flames that were fanned by the winds. Three of the Lancers were struck- one in the face that burned its eyes and antennae, one in the thorax, and one at the base of its wings. All three fell in short order.
The rocks of the islands came into her sight after that on either side, just as she hoped. Acting quickly, she creates a trio of glyphs in front of her and releases some Fire Dust into them with a swipe of her sword. With the Dust within the aura constructs, they turned red and as Weiss concentrated on the glyphs, they burned brighter going to a glowing hot orange.
Then she thrust her hand out and the glyphs released their volatile contents at the Lancers. The wasps dodged the powerful fireballs but Weiss gestured sharply to the ceiling with her fingers. In response, the flames changed direction and arced high over the Manta, where even the pilot looked up to watch as the projectiles raced ahead and crashed into the cliffs where they erupted into a brilliant display of fire.
And sent several dozen tons of rock and Dust raining towards the surface far below. Much of that being dodged by the expert piloting of the aircraft, not so much by the Grimm where all but one was smacked out of the air by the debris.
"Damn!"
"What happened?"
"Three more coming up fast! Take them out!" The gun roared at the few ahead of the craft and Weiss saw the bodies trailing black smoke as they fell soon after.
The Grimm kept spread out and moving as they tried to hit the Manta, only grazing the white paint job at best… for now.
Weiss launched a few shards of ice but she barely nicked their carapaces. Switching back to fire achieved the same effect.
"Grr! Hold still!" A hard light shield she produced took the hit of a stinger aimed at her, though it was pierced she was untouched. That didn't stop the barbs from hooking onto the shield and pulling it back as the harpoon was retracted. She did have some amusement as the Lancer had to deal with the impromptu parachute that dragged it backwards.
The Manta climbed suddenly and Weiss got an idea. "Keep track of me and get ready to catch!"
"What? Are you crazy!?"
"..."
"Madam?"
"..."
"Weiss?"
"…"
"Ah damnit." He saw on his screen where her icon was rapidly moving away from him, especially in altitude. He quickly finished off the Lancer in front of him before turning the craft around.
Weiss ignored the wind whipping past her as she dove through the air at the Lancers. The insectoid Grimm certainly didn't expect her to come at them willingly, whatever passed as rational thoughts in their heads anyway.
That surprise was well used as Weiss flipped herself over so she crashed feet first into the lead Grimms face, crushing it into its thorax with a very satisfying crunch under her weight. While the Grimm was still solid enough as it died, she jumped from its body to the next. That one was ready for her and adjusted its flight so she'd miss. It wasn't ready for the glyph to appear that served as a platform so the bottom-heavy girl could rebound off of that and her blade sliced into the base of the wings and slammed her heels into the wound as she leapt at the third.
That Lancer decided to stab her with its harpoon as it kept its distance. Weiss managed to deflect the hard stinger with her sword but the black barbs came far too close to her right eye for her comfort. Acting quickly, she grabbed the tether and was pulled to its body.
"Let's see how you like getting stung!" Weiss shouts as she drove her blade into the unarmored base of the stinger as soon as she came within range. The Lancer let out a screech of pain from the sharp sword sticking deep into its abdomen, a screech that was strangled into silence as ice encrusted its body as it was frozen from the inside.
Yanking Myrtenaster free from the popsicle, Weiss pushed off the ice as the last Grimm rushed at her, only getting a boot to the mandible for its trouble as a large white object streaked past them.
"C'mon kid." The pilot mutters as he looks around and tried to line up the bay door to catch the Schnee.
Weiss completed her flip and dove at the Manta with the Lancer in hot pursuit. The craft slowly moved into position and dropped in speed to allow the girl to catch up.
But the Grimm wasn't going to let her escape so easily, launching its harpoon stinger at the wide rump. Weiss looked back in time to see the attack and spread her arms and hands to change her speed and direction just enough for the barb to pass. A quick slash at the tether removed that threat.
Now almost level with each other, Weiss glanced at the Manta below her and the fast-approaching surface of the planet. And Myrtenaster was raised and jabbed at the Grimm, a blast of wind coming from the weapon in the process. That sent the giant wasp tumbling out of control until it slammed into a floating boulder that crumbled its exoskeleton on impact.
That wind however, had blown Weiss off course with the boarding ramp and over the roof of the craft. A hastily cast Gravity glyph on the Manta pulled her to the metal before she could overshoot her only real chance of survival.
Having heard the thumping of her landing, the pilot opens communication again. "That you up top, Weiss?"
"Yes, ha ha, it's me." Her adrenaline was running stronger than ever and a midair battle would be sure to be locked into her memories for the rest of her life.
"Glad you're safe now."
"Me too." She manages to say as the Manta levels off and slows down considerably.
"That was pretty impressive out there. Let's not try to repeat that too soon, yeah?"
"No arguments from me."
"Alright, you okay if I take us down to land somewhere to check for damages?"
"Fine with me." She let herself fall back onto the hull so she was laying down with her head facing the front. "I'll just relax here for a bit."
"Really?"
"It's a good view and my glyph will keep me here."
"Alright then." The pilot responded as he began a slow descent and looked around for a good place to land. Finding a nice stretch of beach along the coast, he let the ship fly itself towards that destination as he went through the various screens to get an assessment on damages, ammunition count, fuel levels, and more. But he missed the radar showing something else moving.
—-
Oscar woke up in an unfamiliar room. The bed he was on was warm and comfortable but that was a small consolation for the pain that he felt through his entire body.
He took a few moments to collect himself before looking around the room. He didn't expect much and wasn't surprised, small bedside table with a glass of water and some simple medical supplies, window on the far side that was left open to let the fresh summer breeze in that made the curtains sway.
The door opened and the man he had found weeks ago and had come back to the farm during the Grimm attack walked in.
"The Grimm!"
"Easy there kid! You don't want to hurt yourself even more now, you've been out for the past two days." He gently but firmly pushes Oscar's shoulders down until he relaxed.
"Wha-what happened?"
"There we go, that's a good way to start." The man sits on a stool that was hidden next to the table. "The big thing to know is that the farm is pretty much a total loss. There's enough of the early harvest that was kept safe and some of the crops were spared from the destruction but otherwise… not much left."
"But the house?"
"The Grimm tore into it enough that a lot would be needed to replace that. And that's not counting the fire." He sighs. "The townsfolk came up and helped clear out the Grimm with the Huntsman and put out the fires but there wasn't too much that could be salvaged."
"And my Aunt? The others?"
"Some of the guys went down fighting before I got back. Others are in the clinic to get patched up." He stood up and paced a bit as he spoke now. "Your Aunt… she's not doing too well right now. A burning beam almost fell on you after you got knocked out but she took the hit for you."
He held up his hands to show that his palms were wrapped and his fingers were red between the bandages. "Burned through my gloves getting that off her." He offers a small smirk.
"How is she?"
"Listen kid… Oscar. Getting hit by that thing was bad enough for her. Broke a few bones from that alone. Add in some really bad burns and the other injuries from the fighting up to that point and smoke in her lungs… She's effectively been retired even if she pulls through this."
"Can I see her? She's the only family I have left."
The man looked at the young teen and practically saw a younger version of himself. A blink and he saw someone else on the bed, a girl this time.
"I'll check if she's awake."
—-
Weiss was enjoying the ride and the sun warming her as the wind blew. The Manta that served as her bed, for the moment, was steadily descending to the ground, lightly rocked by the wind. The occasional shadows gave her the opportunity to really look around at the floating islands without the glare of the sun.
The sheer variety of flowers this high up was breathtakingly beautiful, giving the impression that it spring rather than late summer, almost autumn. Many of the islands weren't bare on their undersides but often covered by vines and a few other plants that could take hold of the vertical surfaces and beyond.
A shadow passed over her, far too quickly and raised her curiosity. Putting a hand over her eyes to shield the blue orbs from the sunlight, she looked around until she found the source. Something very large, flying, and has a black and white exoskeleton.
And that was now flying straight at her.
—-
Most of the system's diagnostics said that the Manta was good to continue flight and enough fuel to make it to Argus. Topping off at Mistral and planning to stop at the Atlas base in Argus before crossing the ocean was looking rather genius right now.
A few gashes and dents to the hull were expected but nothing that would warrant emergency repairs, though the maintenance crew would likely complain.
"I wonder how cold that water is?" He contemplates as he looks at the beach that slowly grew closer.
"Get us moving! Now!"
"What?" He scrambles to take the ship off autopilot.
"We have a Queen Lancer! One o'clock high!"
"Damn! Hold on!" With that he cranked up the thrusters and got them really moving.
—-
On top, Weiss had to drop to one knee and increase the strength of the glyph just to account for the surge of speed.
Above her and gaining on the craft, the Queen Lancer is roughly five times bigger than the normal stock and had more white bony armor plates over its body. It was somewhat interesting that many of the extra plates had a pattern to them, much like with a dress.
The wasp screeched angrily as its abdomen lurched forward to fire the harpoon. The Manta lurched to dodge to the right but the left actuator of the still open ramp was hit. Not directly enough for the barb to dig into the metal but more than enough to break through the housing and destroy some of the inner workings that sparked from the cut wires.
"I hope you can fight that thing off!"
"On it!" Several glyphs were formed and launched spears of ice in quick succession. They flew through the air and struck the Grimm only to shatter on the carapace.
In return, the Lancer pointed its abdomen at the Manta and rather than using the harpoon again, many of the armor plates lifted to deliver a salvo of barbed stingers that simply didn't have a tether.
Weiss created a hard light shield that deflected five but one struck the hull nearby and two more hit the right wing.
"Better take it out fast! We can't take too many hits like that!"
"I know!" The shield was allowed to be taken by the wind and shattered in the Grimms face, but not slowing it down at all. A dozen fireballs were used next and while the wasp was scorched, that wasn't enough to really hurt it.
Then the harpoon was used again, this time passing into the open bay door. When it retracted, Weiss saw that the stinger had snagged a certain case.
"That was too close!"
"Not close enough!" A glyph was formed and Weiss added Fire, Lightning, and Wind Dust to it. It spun rapidly as she concentrated, mixing the elements and collecting the concentrated power in the center as she watched the Grimm use its clawed legs to pick the case off its stinger, ready to tear it apart as a threat of what it would do to her.
Taking another second to aim, Weiss let the beam of energy loose. It struck the case and pierced it like a hot knife through butter, hitting the wasp and seared a line across the thorax before tearing into a joint that removed a limb.
But it was the case that really got the attention. The searing beam caused a chain reaction within the confines of the case, setting off the volatile contents. The impromptu bomb exploded in a brilliant display as the various elements were released simultaneously from their Dust form, engulfing the entire Queen Lancer easily. The shockwave rocked the Manta a bit and Weiss was nearly pushed off her glyph that kept her on it.
"Alright kid! You got it!" The pilot celebrated from within and began to slow down the craft and ending his evasive maneuvers.
"I hope so. That was all of my spare Dust."
"Well, come on in and get some rest. We'll be on our way to Argus after I check the damages."
"On it." The girl moves to create a glyph to use as a platform but movement caught her eye. That being a royally pissed off Queen Lancer diving out of the smoke with a screech from its mandibles.
It was wounded for sure, missing three of six limbs, both antennae, scorched all over, a deep gash across the thorax, and some of the white armor cracked or outright missing now. But anger beat the pain.
"It's still alive!"
"What does it take to squash that bug?!" The Manta dove to avoid another spray of barbs, forcing Weiss to create a new glyph to hold her down. As they wove around some smaller islands and boulders to use them as cover from the barrage of stingers, the girl managed to slip back inside.
"I don't suppose you want to try blasting it with a cliff again, do you?!" The pilot 'greeted' her.
"I don't think we'll get the chance." She was slammed into a wall as the ship was rocked by a barb hitting them.
"Then you better get rid of it somehow. This thing can't take much more damage and I can't pull off the stunts anymore."
"Can you go through those rocks?" She points at what looked to be a brown cloud. That was actually a large collection of small stones lifted by the Gravity Dust within them, appearing to be an island that was torn apart somehow.
"You really love to test the limits, don't you?" He deadpans.
"Can you? Or at least skim the edge?"
"I have no other plans." And he turned the Manta towards the cloud, veering away as he grew as close as he dared.
"I just hope my training has pays off." Weiss mutters as she plants herself on the open ramp once more.
The tip of Myrtenaster bit into the ramp as a larger glyph appears in front of her, one that produces a white Boarbatusk.
With her summoned Grimm, she waits for the Lancer to fly into position. "Charge!" With that order, the pig Grimm curled up into a ball and rolled off the ramp, a trio of fireballs spiraling around it as the four projectiles arced their way to the wasp.
The Lancer tried to dodge but was hit by the fires, burning more of its carapace before the heavy impact from the 'living' ball rocked its thorax. The wasp grabbed the Boarbatusk by the tusk and it flailed and squealed in its grip, landing a few kicks and bit one of the legs.
That was enough of a distraction that the Lancer drifted too close to the floating rocks and began taking hits to its body and most importantly, it's wings.
The damage from a small stone wasn't much but they added up fast. The summoned Grimm managed to move its head to clamp its jaws on one are holding it and kick off the body, tearing apart the joint until it and the limb began to fall through the sky.
"You're dismissed!" Weiss orders sharply and her summon vanishes in a dissipating cloud of white glitter. It had done more than she wanted and expected and the target was just getting its bearings again and working its battered wings hard to catch up again.
Once again, she casts another summoning glyph where after a few seconds, an armored head appeared and rose, followed by the rest of its body along with a broadsword that is nearly as long as it's wielder is tall.
The Armor Gigas stood nearly eight feet tall and that was about the limit that Weiss dared to make it. Her training with Winter having found that they could summon their Grimm at various sizes, the smaller ones being easiest. But making them change size once summoned added another layer of difficulty, as if they were making another summoning. Thus making it best for them to summon their creatures at the size they need and saving any changing for when needed.
"Go."
The 'living' armor brought back memories of the test she had to pass to get away from her father, nearly losing her left eye in the process. But that was part of her growth and that test pushed her to her limits, giving her a powerful summon in the end.
It leapt out of the bay now that the wasp was close and Weiss knelt so she could concentrate on her summon with her full focus.
The wasp was wising up to her tricks but still didn't expect something like the Armor Gigas to come at it. The sword swung but only cut air as the Lancer climbed in altitude, only for a large white glyph appear just ahead of the knight and absorb it. A second glyph came into being on the wasps left just within the cloud of stones and as the knight burst out of the circle it grabbed some of the rocks and threw them, all while maintaining the momentum from the first jump.
The rocks hit the Lancer hard enough for the Dust within them to be agitated and erupt with their power. A number of small pressure waves created from the gravity along with a touch of other elements added up to be like a single large explosion.
The Lancer screeched in pain as it was thrown through the air and found that it wasn't alone as the huge knight came swinging again, cutting into its abdomen as if the armor wasn't even there.
The Armor Gigas vanished into another glyph only to reappear from in front and slash the thorax, taking another leg and clipping a wing. Another glyph and the knight came from below, only this time the Queen fired its barbs at it.
The broad blade served as an excellent shield to deflect the attack and the abdomen was struck again. The Manta was hit by two of those barbs but Weiss maintained her concentration on the fight as her aura was starting to run low.
One last transportation through glyphs and the knight came from above to slice the Queen in half.
Weiss let out a breath of relief that the threat was gone and let the Armor Gigas fade away now that its job was done. Interesting that the knight saluted her with its fist across its chest before it vanished.
"We're going down!"
"What? I just got rid of the Queen Lancer!"
"Had to be that last attack that hit us!" His fingers danced over the controls in an attempt to salvage the situation. "Get into your seat and strap in! Thrusters and lift generators are on the fritz so we're in for a crash landing!"
"What about the bay door?!" Weiss asks as she drops herself into the nearest seat in the passenger bay and pulls the harness down around her.
"Been busted for a while. Right now, it's helping us slow down so we don't hit as hard! I'm just gonna try to get us to a good spot with what's left that works!"
The girl kept her mouth shut as she watched as the lake was replaced by trees under them through the open door. She couldn't tell how much of the trees getting closer the now, ship was from the land rising or the ship dropping, more than likely both.
Then the ramp started hitting branches, followed by the rest of the underside of the Manta, the jarring hits making Weiss glad that her size made the harness a snug fit.
After that, everything was a blur as the ship crashed through entire trees until finding a small clearing where they hit the ground.
With that first wave of dirt being kicked up and the sudden change of inertia, everything went dark.
—-
Yang gave her arms one final stretch over her head before she walked out the door of her home and into the sunlight.
Denko was waiting for her by the Scarab and leaning on its side with his arms crossed and ready to go with his armor. Their gear and other supplies were already loaded in the vehicle.
Anya and Talon were waiting on the other side, doing some stretches before the ride to the docks to catch the ferry to the mainland.
Bumblebee sat just behind Scarab, cleaned, full of fuel, and ready to go. Taiyang followed her to the door after one last hug. Last night they had a long discussion about a very sensitive subject to both of them, though Denko was drawn into it, insisted by the pair that he was practically part of the family.
What was surprising to everyone was what Yang had chosen to wear as her preferred mission gear. Her orange crop top remained to cover her chest but that was worn over a brown body shaper to give her softer parts extra support. That shaper has a triangular window to expose bare skin that pointed down, the bottom point revealing her navel and the upper edge reaching just short of her shirt.
A pair of darker brown cargo pants with gold- yellow straps over the lower pockets donned her legs, the thin belt that held them to her waist hidden by her belly. But around her waist and lower belly, she wears a thicker black leather belt with a simple gold buckle. From the belt hung a few pouches and a black leather half skirt that left the front open while covering her rear and the sides of her legs until just above her knees. Her burning heart emblem in gold stood out on the lower right corner of the skirt.
On her feet, she wears a pair of nearly black boots with gold toes and heels, as well as the laces, ending with a gold buckle for the attached belts to really secure the footwear. It was notable that between her pants and boots, she now wears shin guards. Both having a duller brass color up the center until that flared out to fill the top by her knees. On either side of the brass, gold wing-like patterns stretched up with four 'holes' that could be seen that are filled in with red.
She's also wearing a tan, sleeveless jacket that reached nearly to her skirts tips and has her emblem in gold on the left collar lapel.
For accessories, she broke out her orange infinity scarf that she had worn at Beacon, along with the purple bandanna around her left knee, and her black fingerless gloves on both hands. Her hair was kept up in her now usual ponytail.
Add in that she had just deployed Ember Celica and Hiryu Shoten from their bracelet forms on her arms, she looked rather…
"Damn girl! Looking badass!" Talon wasn't exactly shy about speaking her mind. Next to her, Anya simply gave a nod of approval.
"Thanks!" Yang waves at her friends before moving to her boyfriend. "Soo… what do you think?" She stops in front of him and does a twirl, making the coat and skirt flare out.
"Like you're ready to kick some ass." Denko smirks.
"Aww! You know just what to say!" Yang chirps and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Are we ready to go now?" You'll have your lovey-dovey time later." Anya nearly kills the mood if it wasn't expected from her.
Talon did have a problem and gave her sister a punch to the arm. "Really? He's finally breaking out of his shell and you want to end that?"
Anya just rolls her eyes and opens the door of Scarab, opting for the back seat. With a shake of her head, Talon opens the front door but pauses.
"But we really should be going." With that, she sits and closes the door to wait for the couple.
The blondes look at each other with a bit of amusement, knowing that they were going to deal with the sisters bickering like that for a while.
"Alright, follow me to the docks!" Yang declares as she walks over to her bike, spotting her dad at the door and gave him a wave, getting one in return. Straddling her bike and clipping her helmet on, she starts the engine, relishing in riding her bike again. She only had a few rides since she got her new arm but she was glad that she never really lost her skills.
With one last nod to her father, she took the lead down the driveway. Denko gave the man a wave of his own before following. It didn't take long for him to notice that the skirt and jacket billowed in the wind, giving him a rather teasing view of her behind.
Back at the house, Taiyang watched them disappear into the woods before walking back inside and sitting down on his chair. He was going to need to get used to an empty house again.
"Just you and me again, right Zwei?"
"Arf!"
"Right." He leans back to relax, letting Zwei lay across his lap to relax. He was still feeling a few sore spots from the fight yesterday but at least he knew his girls were with good company. Maybe there was something good on television.
—-
Blake sighed as she looked over the list of names. They were all submissions for the name of the school but a few stood out among the others.
Menagerie was out because there was no way that the school would be named the same as the land it was on.
Zootopia just sounded pretentious.
Canopy sounded good but also was pointed out by Sun to be something used from Vacuo.
The next one would be ripe for puns but it was poetic for the Faunus in everything else.
She used her pen to mark that as her top choice and reviewed the list again, marking a few others as good. The council for the project would vote on the selection for the school currently under construction.
"All done?" Kali asks as she sets a fresh pot of tea on the table.
"I think so. Some of what was put in looked like they were jokes." The younger cat dropped her forehead to the wood with a thud.
"Now you know what your father goes through all the time in his office." Kali teases as she pours the tea into cups for them.
"And I thought some of the homework was bad." Blake groaned into the table.
"If I recall… you weren't doing your homework for a few weeks."
That got Blake's attention, the girl snapping up straight as she knew there were only two who would know.
"What? Did you think I wouldn't learn eventually about how you went to the dance? Or what led to you spending a night in a locked room with your boyfriend?"
"M-Mom!" Bright red chubby cheeks were covered by hands as ears folded back in embarrassment.
"Oh, lighten up. Maybe I should share with you some of the things Ghira and I di-" Kali was cut off by a hand clamping over her mouth. Despite that happening, she was even more amused than before as she watched the Shadow Blake fade away.
"No child wants to hear those kinds of things about their parents!" The real Blake hissed into her mother's ears. She slowly took her hand off her mouth.
"But you have no problem reading that series of smut?" Kali asks as soon as the obstruction was gone and could feel her daughter's face heat up. "Don't tell me that you haven't gotten ideas from those books. Sun's got those muscles that make you want to run your hands over them. Or for him to rub those strong hands all over you?"
"Wha-what are you getting at?" Blake tries to downplay things a bit as she kept her beet red face hidden behind hands and hair.
"Grandchildren to spoil would be a fun start." Kali's grin was threatening to split her face as she watched her daughter sink to her knees. "And Sun is great for a conversation, really livens up the house, don't you think? Plus easy on the eyes."
Blake fell over onto her side in the fetal position… much to her mother's amusement and the confusion of the two men walking in.
Ghira saw the look on his wife's face and had a good idea of what she was doing.
Sun had yet to truly experience that side of Kali. "Umm… what's wrong with Blake?"
"Oh… nothing too much. She just got a little tired from going through the paperwork." Kali replies innocently.
"Try my work load sometime." Ghira grumbles, not buying her words for a moment. He took the list and the cup of tea from Sun but didn't say anything as the boy gently shook Blake's wide hip.
Slowly, Blake sat back up, though the rotation had her nearly sitting on Sun before she scooted away so she could sit up completely. That didn't mean that they weren't close, nearly touching at the hips.
"Interesting choices you whittled the list down to. I think the council will approve of any of them." Ghira tells his daughter. "Hmm… you even ranked your opinion here, interesting."
"Oh? What did you choose Blake?" Sun was excited, even as he poured a fresh cup for her.
She shared a glance with the panther and grinned. "I think you can wait until the name is decided. Then I'll tell you my choice."
"Aw man!" His mock pouting made the family laugh.
—-
"Blake? Are you feeling alright?" Kali couldn't hide her concern as she saw her daughter on her balcony and squirming in place.
"Oh, hi Mom."
"You're not telling me something." Kali gently says as she leans on the railing and looking out at the night sky as she was dressed in her robes and ready for bed.
Blake stood silently for a minute, trying not to squirm even as her mother kept her gaze elsewhere. "Mom… do… do you get um, urges… that you're not sure about?"
"Urges?" Her ears stood up and were focused on Blake as her eyes trailed up and down her very thick curves, searching for any body language to pick out what her words might skip over. "Are we talking about good or bad urges?"
"I… I don't know. I-I remember feeling something like this once or twice back with… him." The last word was filled with loathing. "But what I'm feeling now… I feel like I should be happy but… it's scaring me."
"Hmm… yes, your time with Adam has left its mark in many ways." Kali tells her, taking the younger cat's shoulders and turning her so they were face to face. "He left a permanent mark here." She touches the soft skin around the scar on Blake's stomach. "I'm sure you feel guilty about mine." She took a hand and covered her own scar in the same place.
"That one you should have no guilt over. I fought him and paid the price, even if I made him work for it." Kali smiles, drawing out a small upturn to the lips of her daughter.
"The fact that he left his marks here and here…" Kali touches Blake's head and chest over her heart. "Those aren't so easy to get rid of, no matter how much we'd all prefer to. But what matters is how you learn from that pain."
Amber eyes began to fill with tears that ran over soft cheeks.
"You have experienced the harsh truths about life from an early age and that forced you to grow up far too quickly and I'm sorry that your childhood was lost because of that." The regret was clear in her voice. "But you have experienced the bad parts of life. Do you think you are still in that or have things improved?"
Blake blinked as she reflected on the words. Yes, things with her parents during their time in the White Fang weren't ideal as so much time had been not on her but the organization. Nowhere near neglect but it was enough that she had felt starved of attention. Even when they had breaks from the activities and traveling for events, time to be a real family, her father showed he cared but was a bit distant. Her mother was nearly just as involved, her role being that of a mediator when things got heated would leave her exhausted and just because her breaks from that to play or cook with her daughter would happen, that hadn't felt like enough to either.
Then when the balance between the White Fang and family tipped too far, the adults made the decision to focus on her. But by then, she had tipped the other way.
Delving into the workings of the White Fang, her relationship with the former leader accelerated her advancement as did her apprenticeship under one of the best combatants the organization had to offer. As she reached maturity into a young woman, His attention grew from teacher and friend to something much closer. But as they grew closer, he changed, growing more jaded and colder, almost itching for the chance to fight against humans. And as He grew more violent in his methods against humans, he also turned some of that violence on her.
Eventually, his methods grew too much for her; violence to friends and foes alike was no way to live and she ran from that.
Trying to make up for her misdeeds within the increasingly extremist organization that she'd left, she entered Beacon Academy in hopes of becoming a Huntress. A warrior of valor with a mandate to protect the common people, someone to be respected by all. But she hid her ears under a bow and pretended to be human with no plans to reveal her true heritage. Despite the glaring holes in her transcripts, she had been accepted after passing the combat exam.
In that school, she had met people who changed her life in many ways. Ways that she would always remember and people that she never wanted to give up. A young girl with a positive outlook who tried her best in everything she did, an heiress who rejected her father's methods of acquiring wealth, a girl who hid the pains of her past behind a smile and her fists, a young man who came unprepared but rose to prominence, a hyper girl with a past she refused to bring her down, a champion who wanted to be a normal girl, a quiet boy who'd support his friends in everything, and more beyond that.
And Sun, a young man who wasn't afraid to speak his mind to her and his lack of eloquence was made up for by his sincerity. Someone who went out of his way to help her simply because she needed help, being a constant since their meeting as one she could speak openly to without judgment, without fear, who would be the willing ear who soon knew her better than anyone else at the school. And it didn't take long for her to realize that there was no risk of him using her pain for his advantage, making her trust him even more. And then he went out of his way even more to help her in ways she never expected.
Mild irritation became acceptance. Acceptance became intrigue. Intrigue grew into care. And that care grew into something more. Something more that she found herself difficult to define for a long time. That something that had a word that was often thrown around casually but for her, she preferred the much deeper meaning, a word that she'd rarely use outside of that context.
She had few who she'd ever say that she'd use the word to describe her relationship with, and few of them who she'd have the same true use for. Her parents, especially since their reunion and making up, were a no brainer. The parent/child bond hadn't been broken before and while it had been strained in the past, it was stronger than ever now. The three girls on her team at Beacon, she considered them to be her sisters and had no problem with calling them family.
Then for Sun… he was reaching the truest meaning of that word for her. She couldn't remember ever using it with Him but for Sun she was beginning to understand to give and receive.
Love.
A simple word with entire books written to define it and the many forms it takes.
"Yes. Things have gotten a lot better." Blake couldn't hold back her smile.
"That's very good." Kali did her best to envelope her larger daughter in a hug. "And what do you plan to do about it now?"
Blake's face began to turn red as the gears began to turn between her ears. "I think I'm going to need your help."
—-
The upgrades that Blake and Sun had made to their weapons have worked well in training spars against each other and even the handful of Guards who they had recruited to help in the exercises. It certainly was a good thing that the Guards wore armor as they didn't have aura to help defend themselves or too much when they did.
"Haha! We're really kicking ass now!" Sun exclaims as he gives Blake a side hug, almost ignoring the nearly twenty Menagerie Guards laying on the ground.
"Hehehe, yeah." She was still having the urges as she did last week. Quite honestly, those urges have probably grown stronger and all of the methods she had used since then to ease those urges have only seemed to settle her for a short time before they came back stronger. Being close to Sun with the light sheen of sweat from the training they had just done was straining her control of those urges.
"Any idea what's for dinner tonight?" Sun asks as he helps the Guards back to their feet.
"Mom said that her and dad are going out tonight for some 'Them Time'." Blake hauls the Captain to his feet.
"Ah, date night."
"Itazura said she'll be busy helping at the tower today and Ilia's with Sienna visiting the palace.
"So we got the house to ourselves for tonight." Sun shrugs. "That's cool."
"Thanks for training with us Captain." Blake says as she bows to the rabbit Faunus who was more defined by his teeth than ears like most.
"No problem, Miss Blake. Just because we are building our own Huntsman Academy doesn't mean that we should be letting our skills wither away. We still need to help train the first batch of students."
"Right. Will anyone the Guard be taking a position there?" Her ears flicked as they followed the sounds of the others leaving the sparring area.
"Yes, my Lieutenant will be head of security for the school though that will also double as a vantage point to observe the Grimm in the desert and for trouble in town."
"That sort of warning will help a lot." Sun interjects, knowing that he was often climbing things for a better view. Helped his team often enough doing that.
"Precisely. In addition, we'll stop up on occasion and put the students to the test. Maybe we could get a few graduates to join the Guard before I retire."
"You do realize that's probably at least eight years away, right?" Blake smirks at him.
"And I don't intend to make my career to end any time soon." The Captain grins back. "But I should get going to check on my men and file reports." He snaps them a quick salute before following the rest of the Guard back to their headquarters.
That left the pair standing alone in the small arena.
"So… what do we do now?" Sun asks when the silence began to get uncomfortable.
"I'm going shopping for a few things for tonight. Meet you back home?" Blake tells him but careful that she didn't look at him.
"Ah, sure. See ya later!"
Blake was relieved that he didn't ask any questions this time or insist that he help her. The only explanation was the level of trust he had in her… and she hoped that she could keep it. What she wanted to do to show her care for him was admittedly a very big jump for her.
She quickly ran out into the street to the marketplace before they closed at sunset, time was something she couldn't replace and the rush kept her from worrying about the possibility of screwing things up.
—-
Turns out, Blake had brought back several bowls of ramen, each of them a different flavor for them all to try.
"The miso is a bit on the saltier side, too much for me." Sun comments as he drains the smaller bowl he was using for the taste testing.
"I don't mind it." Blake shrugs her soft shoulders as she finishes the rest of the larger bowl.
They had been splitting the servings in half and simply had fun with a running commentary on the flavors. The soba was a nice change of pace and the ramen deluxe bowl had a bit of everything so the flavors always changed. The pork was tender and seasoned lightly, and the chicken was great. The seafood ramen… Blake restrained herself enough to allow Sun to have a mouthful to try before emptying the bowl herself in record time. The spiced meat bowl wound up reversing the roles as that was too much heat for the cat.
In the end, some ramen was left to the side with a note to Itazura that it was for her. A text was sent to her scroll by Sun in case she missed the note before Blake took care of a few things elsewhere.
"Oh? You got me dinner?" The fox asks as she walks in the front door reading the message.
"Huh, good timing." Sun shrugs at the coincidence. "But yeah, got a couple flavors of ramen left for ya."
"Thanks. Let me go get cleaned up first." She certainly did look dirty enough, probably was busying herself with the Vault again, something that scared those who knew her knowing that she was setting up security there… and she wasn't going to be playing around.
Sun sat in the dining room looking through his scroll for the updates to the academy and CCT project. Things were going well and were expected to stay that way so long as a typhoon doesn't hit the island.
Then a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and a pair of very soft orbs pressed into his back.
-—-
Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!
-—-
As Itazura spotted Blake and Sun heading down the hallway, she moved to the side, not wanting to risk being hit by the wide sway in Blake's extra-wide hips. She was so concerned about that that she didn't fully process what she was seeing. Blake had one of her ribbons loosely looped around Sun's neck, just enough to keep him following as close behind as her gargantuan ass would allow, while Sun had bags of snacks and milk hanging from his hands and arms. Blake was looking at Sun with a hungry look in her eye, while Sun's eyes kept bouncing from Blake's massive ass to her round face and lustful eyes. Itazura could tell that they may as well have been in another universe and likely hadn't even registered that she was there. Still, it seemed only polite to let them have the right of way and to not mention this to anyone else, leaving the pair to their fun as they disappeared into Blake's room, hitching slightly as Blake's hips were briefly caught in the doorway.
Once they had their privacy, Sun set the bags down just in time to be grabbed by a pair of voluptuous Blakes. One tugged off his open shirt while the other went for his belt and jean shorts. He looked up and saw another Blake ogling him, giving Sun the chance to realize what was going on right as he ended up in just his plain black boxer briefs and red and black bracer and glove combo. The Blake clones had Sun by the wrists and were holding him still, but he wasn't going to try and break out, he had other plans.
"I can do that too," Sun teased as he closed his eyes and focused. Two glowing yellow clones of Sun appeared, one in front of Blake and one behind her. One went and undid the strained belt around Blake's very generous waist, immediately relieving some pressure on her belly, while the other helped her out of her tailcoat before quickly folding it and setting it aside. The two Sun clones then got a firm grip on the waistline of Blake's skin-tight pants and tugged down hard. They had to be firm with her, as Blake's enormous ass and giant thighs were not making it easy to get those pants off. Blake was more than happy to help the clones, and soon Blake was left in her dangerously tight black thong and her crop top, with her breasts bubbling through the diamond and rectangular cutouts up around the neckline. With Blake mostly undressed, the Sun clones evaporated and Blake sashayed over to Sun, eyeing up the bulge in his boxer briefs.
"Those clones are definitely going to come in handy with what I have planned for you," Blake purred as she reached down, tugging off Sun's boxer brief in one quick movement and letting his eager member spring free. She then thrust her hips forward as her clones disappeared. Her fat belly enveloped Sun's cock for just a moment before the follow through sent him flying backwards onto the bed. Before Sun knew it, Blake's scantily clad clones were back with more ribbon, tying him up in the blink of an eye. Sun didn't even know that Blake had this much ribbon lying around, but Blake's clones had mountains of the stuff, enough to tie around Sun's hands and wrists and to keep them outstretched to his sides, secured by the bedposts at the head of the bed. As he was tied into place, Blake slowly clambered onto the bed, making it creak as it had to deal with her advanced weight. She shuffled up the bed to straddle Sun's hips, lining up with his cock. From this position, with Blake looking down at Sun, Blake's double chin looked a little more prominent and her hips and rear looked much more prominent, as if they needed the help.
"I could get used to this view," Sun flirted.
"I like my view too." Blake grinned at Sun as she lowered her hips down until the tip of Sun's cock touched between her legs. She reached down between her ludicrously large thighs, using one hand to guide Sun's cock while the other shifted her thong aside. As the pair hit their marks, with Sun slipping between Blake's inner walls, they both let out a low moan of satisfaction. Blake then sat up straight, raising her hands above her head and stretched. In a golden blur, Sun's clones were back, tying Blake in place with copious amounts of ribbon around her hands and around the bedposts at the foot of the bed, securing her hands up high, just beneath the purple canopy of the bed. Right before they dissipated, they both simultaneously gave Blake's booty a hearty smack, making her massive cheeks clap together as the clones faded away.
With that, Blake began to slowly pump up and down on Sun's cock, going down as far as she could manage with her extra thick thighs and calves, before rising up until just the tip was inside her. Once she had gotten into a rhythm, she closed her eyes and focused, activating her semblance and giving Sun another nearly nude Blake to admire. Blake's clone reached into the snack bag, grabbed something out so quickly that no one could see what it was, and stuffed it into Blake's mouth before the clone disappeared in a puff of dark wisps. Then, Blake repeated the process, making another clone to feed her before it vanished and Blake summoned up another one, and another after that, feeding herself without using her hands. Sun decided to get in on that too, summoning up glowing gold clones of his nude self to put even more food into Blake's eager mouth. Blake certainly didn't mind the extra food, as she just ate quicker in order to keep up with the extra stream of constant food. It was an inconsistent feeding, with flavors bouncing from sweet to savory to salty and back again. What was consistent was the rate at which Blake's belly filled with food and the gentle pace at which she rode Sun.
It was also very enjoyable that Sun's clones were more tangible than her own and when they weren't feeding her, they were rubbing and groping her all over. The combination turned her on even more, encouraging them both to keep going even more passionately the more they did it.
Slowly but surely, Blake grew fuller and fuller. Sun could watch this happen, as he saw Blake's belly grow larger, rounded, firmer, all in front of his very eyes. Blake's lower belly almost seemed to be a separate roll, bouncing against his abs, while the part of Blake's belly above her stuffed stomach bulged out, firm and solid. He could see Blake huffing and puffing from all the effort it took to keep her heavy body moving, even as it grew heavier by the mouthful. He could tell that Blake was loving this as much as he was, although for different reasons. He was loving the view, but Blake was loving the gluttony and him filling her core, as her eyes rolled back, moans slipped past the mouthfuls of food, and her hips began pumping at him with more force. It inspired him to dial things up a notch for her, as he thrust up into her, hilting his cock all the way into her core. That quickly set Blake off, as she began pumping even harder and faster, moving her hefty body as quickly as she could manage, while her clones fed her larger and larger handfuls of food, something Sun got his clones to do too. After that, it wasn't long until the pair's climaxes.
Blake finished first, with pleasure flooding her body in a sudden moment as she threw her head back and let out an unrestrained moan. As she did, both her and Sun's clones stuffed her open, moaning mouth with food as full as they could, making her cheeks bulge and crumbs spill out, falling down into her cleavage. Sun couldn't withstand such an erotic sight and was soon cuming too, pumping up into Blake's core as he groaned and grunted. They kept thrusting, as shaky as they were, trying to make their orgasms last as long as possible. Still, despite their best efforts, these powerful orgasms had to wind down some time, though not without leaving the couple's bodies filled with delightful, tingling pleasure.
Blake leant forward, her bountiful chest heaving for air and straining her top when she heard a sudden snap. She didn't see the source of the sound, but she knew what it was as soon as she began to fall towards Sun. Sun, knowing how much such a heavy lady would knock the wind out of him if she fell onto him, quickly summoned his clones to catch her. As the clones' golden hands sunk into Blake's fat body, keeping her upright, Sun flexed and pulled at the ribbons. It took some effort, but he was out in no time, his hands free to take on the weight of blushing Blake as his clones dissipated and he slowly lowered her down on top of him.
"Phew, that was a close one," Sun said, sighing with relief. Blake gave him a small grin, containing both nervousness and excitement.
"I'm too heavy for those ribbons," Blake said in a breathy voice. Sun knew this wasn't Blake lamenting her weight, she was celebrating it, and he was more than happy to join in.
"Guess we need something stronger for you to outgrow," he teased as he patted Blake's padded hip, the fat rippling beneath his hand and making Blake shiver with delight.
"Can you get the food for me? I want… no, I need more," Blake said, almost slipping into an erotic moan. It was close enough to get Sun erect again and enough to make him eager to help.
"Hell yeah! I just need you to move a little so I can get out from under all this," requested, grabbing and shaking Blake's hip fat to emphasize his request and take advantage of Blake's weak points. Immediately, Blake shifted out of the way, even though it clearly wasn't easy for her, as her grunts of exertion were easy to hear. Sun then carefully slipped his cock out of Blake's slick core and snuck out from under her, taking a brief moment to catch his breath now that all of Blake's considerable weight was no longer on top of him. After that brief moment, Blake was getting onto her hands and knees with her belly grazing the bedsheets while Sun grabbed the bags of food and set them in front of Blake. Blake barely waited for him to let go of the bags before she was reaching in, snatching up handfuls of food to stuff into her gluttonous mouth. Such a display, as well as the muffled moans Blake let out as she gorged herself, were irresistible to Sun, and he figured that Blake wouldn't mind if he blew off a little more steam. He came around behind Blake, slipped Blake's thong aside and slipped his cock back into Blake's hot core. The moan she let out as he did so let him know that she wanted this as much as he did. He began to roll his hips into Blake, thrusting as he did so, Blake's rolling fat ass rippling as he impacted against her. These ripples were strengthened by the occasional smack he gave the large target that was Blake's ass, as were Blake's moans.
"M-more!" Blake let out in a brief moment when her mouth wasn't full. Sun was happy to give her more, smacking her ass harder and more often, thrusting into her harder and faster, all while he watched Blake stuff more and more food into her mouth. He doubted she had more than a second at a time to breathe while she glutted herself on snacks. Sun could feel himself reaching his point of no return, and dove headlong into it, thrusting away into Blake as he came hard. He kept thrusting his throbbing, pumping cock into Blake, building her up and up as he felt Blake's inner walls clenching around him. Then, in the middle of stuffing her face, Blake threw her head back and let out a moan that likely would have been incredibly loud if it hadn't been filtered through a mouthful of food. Her inner walls pulsed around Sun's cock, milking him dry as he finished inside her.
Moments later, panting and sweating, the couple flopped down onto the bed, Blake resting on her side and Sun doing the same, facing her.
"That was… kinda intense," Sun said, getting his thoughts back in order. Blake nodded in agreement.
"I did get a little carried away, sorry," she said, blushing hard.
"I mean, I liked it, it just caught me a little off guard," Sun reassured.
"O-oh. So, you'd be okay with doing that again?" Blake asked hopefully.
"I'd love to," he said sincerely. "Although, you're definitely going to need stronger ribbons if you're gonna tie yourself up again," he added in a sudden shift away from sincerity.
-—-
End of Spice End of Spice
-—-
The next morning found the young lovers surprised at first being in the same bed together, even more so that they were nude, and once again about the mess all over the bed and floor around them.
"So… that wasn't just a really good dream, huh?" Sun managed to find his voice.
"You wanted something like that?" Blake asks as she rolls over and feels the results of last night in her belly sitting uncomfortably. She did kind of skip over that warning during her research.
"I… uh… only knew the basics."
"Did I push too hard? Too fast?"
"It was… unexpected. You know… with everything." He waves his hand at the wrappers and crumbs all over the bed and floor and the ribbons hanging from the posts.
"I'm sorry." She rolls over in embarrassment, trying to hide under the sheet.
"Hey." He puts a hand on her hip and rolls her back over to face him. "I may have not expected for things to go like that last night but I'm not exactly complaining either." He gives her a reassuring grin.
"So…?"
"When you are ready again, just ask." That brought a smile to her face.
"Maybe next time we could skip the extra food? This is a big mess to clean up."
"Maybe, but we do have a few helping hands." His hair flashed and a pair of clones came into existence and began to clean up. "And you've been getting better at making your clones do stuff for you."
"Thanks. But let's get this taken care of before someone needs us." She slips out of bed and gets to work, not bothering to get dressed and giving Sun a good view of a rising full moon. 'Maybe going into Heat isn't so bad when I have him around.' She thinks deviously to herself, already thinking of what they could do next time.
"Yes Madam!"
AN: So, Weiss has had a big aerial fight with the Lancers but has unfortunately crashed. Yang is setting out on the mission with Denko, Anya, and Talon, effectively forming Team DAYT. Blake and Sun have upgraded their weapons, gotten closer, then got REALLY close.
Let me know what you think of Weiss' fight and Yang's new outfit (picture of that will be on my DeviantArt, might change the story profile picture to that here). Next time, Team DAYT will be traveling to Anima to begin their search for the Spring Maiden, we'll be checking out what's going on with RNNJR and Qrow in the aftermath of the fight with Tyrian, and other things you'll have to see next time.
As always, reviews are welcome!
