Again, wow, thank you all for the continued support, I really wasn't expecting this to blow up as much as it did! Consider this more of an in-between chapter, a light breather with some nice action thrown in before we get into some REAL gnarly fights later down the line. Anyway, back to it!
Remnant's Serrated Sun
Chapter 4
Argel Tal struggled to keep a straight face as he carefully re-read the paper forms placed in front of him. The general positions suggested to him were largely understandable: Hand-to-Hand Combat Instructor, Assistant Combat Instructor, even a Practical Field-Work Instructor. It was the final suggestion that both surprised and unnerved him.
"A… Chaplain?" He said slowly.
"Is that so unusual?" Glynda asked, noting his hesitancy, "The role itself doesn't necessarily require any religious background nor is it a mandatory occupation for our school, but you have excellent oration skills and I believe it would help the students to know that we have someone capable of listening to them on a positive but neutral level."
He stared back at the word, lips pursed as he calmed himself. The fact that the position wasn't religious in nature was comforting, but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore Erebus' paths and prophecies. Did they no longer apply to him now that he had died and was in a different world entirely? Or was that bastard's manipulations of fate still in effect? Erebus had originally planned for Argel to become a Chaplain after all... and yet Argel felt that this couldn't have been part of the former's plan. Erebus had openly gloated about killing him to allow Kharn's ascension, not simply 'removing him from the war' or anything like that. He had no idea if Erebus was still out there acting as the 'Hand of Fate' (or whatever pompous title he bestowed on himself), but if Argel could turn the path set for him against the same person responsible for his death…
"If the idea offends you that much…" Glynda started.
"It doesn't," Argel said firmly, his usual little smile on his face, "It's just... I was offered a similar position once before. I didn't take it then, but… I think I'd like to give it a try this time around. My reservations simply came from who had previously offered the role to me."
"…can I make a guess on who offered you the role?" Glynda asked weakly.
"You've guessed correctly," Argel deadpanned.
Glynda couldn't help herself as she burst into laughter at his flat expression, trying and failing multiple times to reign herself in, turning around and covering her face with her hands in a poor attempt to stifle her laughing. Argel found himself joining in, no longer able to keep up his deadpan expression as he chuckled along with her. Being able to make a joke about his situation felt like it took a little weight off his shoulders, and it was admittedly pleasing to make the normally stoic Glynda laugh.
"Y-you saw nothing," Glynda said, her face red as she tried to reassert her usual calm expression.
"Not taking into account my numerous enhanced senses," He said aloofly, "…No, I saw nothing at all."
"Good," Glynda huffed, her mouth quirking into a grin before she finally managed to smooth her features. "So? Any particular roles you like?"
"I would like to continue working with you as a Combat Instructor, but I see merit in making a hand-to-hand class. While the uniqueness and individual creativity of the students' weapons are apparent, my combat session with them tells me that they've neglected the basics. As for Chaplaincy, I think it would work best as something of an 'anytime' role."
"I think that arrangement would be perfectly agreeable," Glynda concurred, Argel quickly and smoothly completing the necessary paperwork before handing it to Glynda as he'd spoken. "Any plans for the rest of the day? I'm free, and an exchange of knowledge would do me well."
"So I'm being blatantly used now?" Argel mused, pantomimed sadness on his face, "How awful. I would have thought you'd at least have been more subtle about it."
Glynda rolled her eyes and whacked him on the arm with a smile.
"But yes, to answer your question," He continued, smiling as well, "I'm going to be running through some basic armed and unarmed combat techniques, a sort of refresher to I have something tangible to teach. It's not the most exciting thing to witness, but if you're willing to watch, or…"
"Or miss out on the opportunity to take notes of a new style of combat?" Glynda responded wryly, though Argel was pleased at the eager glint in her eyes, "Please lead the way."
It didn't take long for them to reach the training hall and change into simple workout gear, Argel wearing black long-sleeves and loose black pants while Glynda used a loose-fitting white shirt and dark-purple tights. Argel, with the assistance of Glynda's directions, pulled out a metal dummy, taller and bigger than Glynda but not quite at the same size as Argel.
"So enlighten me," Glynda said as she began to glow a faint purple and floated in the air, taking a cross-legged seating position, "What interesting techniques do you have at your disposal?"
"Well…" Argel hummed, crossing his arms and staring at the faceless dummy. He admitted, he wasn't quite sure where to start. As the best swordsman and pugilist among the Word Bearers, he'd acquired his skills largely off of experience against numerous foes and battles, and few things were better teachers than a life-or-death struggle. He'd come to the realization that much of what he regularly used in combat was, regardless of his transhuman strength, rather basic.
'Except we've got quite a lot more under your belt that we haven't been using,' Raum said, 'Remember that moment with the gladiatrix?'
"…" He took a simple stance in front of the dummy, already aware of his distance. "I'm sure you're already aware, but much of what I use is rather basic. I'm good with a blade and just as skilled in hand-to-hand, but thanks to my size and the armaments I use, I do not normally require anything complicated."
"And when you do?" Glynda pressed.
He found that it was quite hard to remember much of his childhood before he was elevated. He remembered his mother and his sisters, how proud they were of him when he was chosen. He remembered a few of the trials. He remembered…
"Sharusahk," He said with a smile, "Is the name of the art of war that every neophyte practiced before becoming an Astartes. Its purpose is to stun…"
He imagined a chop aimed at his head, parrying the phantom attack and simultaneously stepping in to punch his middle-knuckle into the dummy's throat.
"Overbalance…"
He stepped in closer, smacking its forearm right where its eyes would be and pushing it back.
"Cripple…"
Another phantom swing was aimed at his shoulder and he sharply grabbed the attacker's wrist, going with the momentum of the swing before sharply reversing it and breaking their arm at the elbow.
"And kill," He finished, pressing his fingers together to form a spear-hand before he plunged it clean through the dummy's chest and out of its back. "Its goal is to find or create an opening unbalance your opponent, keep them unbalanced to weaken their retaliation while enhancing your strengths and creating gaps in their defence to end the struggle as quickly as possible."
"It sounds brutal…" Glynda said, but Argel could see how greedily she took in the concepts, "But effective."
"As intended," Argel nodded, "Its concepts are applicable to more than barehanded combat as well. Spears, swords, mauls, just about any standard weapon goes. I admit though, I haven't brushed up on the finer points of the art in… quite some time."
"There's three hours before dinner," Glynda said, "I've got enough time to kill to watch you figure it out."
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Ozpin watched over the footage of Argel's combat with all of First-Year. With the cameras not yet fully set up, they could only go off Glynda's report and Akemi's autopsy of Argel too try and understand what he was capable of. Seeing him systematically take out the entirety of Beacon's First-Year while copping a round from a sniper-rifle that had hit him point-blank. All of what he this, and he didn't even have aura…
'But he has something far more dangerous,' Ozpin thought as he watched Argel turn to stare at Ruby Rose, azure eyes blazing and the room seeming to tremble as the latter seemed to cower for a moment before her eyes glowed in response, her entire body shaking as she took slow steps forward until the strain became too much and she fell unconscious.
'Magecraft.'
He'd felt the barest hint of it when he'd first laid eyes on him, and that feeling only grew stronger when he'd talked with him early in the morning on his first day here, the probing questions eliciting a readiness to kill from Argel. Ozpin had felt the primordial power crackling underneath the Outlander's skin and understood that it was not only greater than Ozpin's meagre reserves, but it was even more potent than the little parlour-tricks he was capable of. He'd remained as calm as possible in that moment: Argel Tal was not someone to be trifled with, even if Ozpin believed he stood a chance of beating him in a one-on-one fight.
There was a silent understanding between them in that moment. Mutual destruction was possible should they fight, and there was no need for that as of this moment. That, and they both understood that they each had their own secrets. Despite even those threats, Ozpin wasn't nervous but even more intrigued by Argel's presence. What was he? A human augmented with never-before-seen technologies yet baring potent magecraft that hadn't been seen since his first life? A weapon-made-flesh?
Ozpin saw all of those things, yet he also saw more. He saw the conflict weighing on Argel's shoulders, even if the latter didn't know its weight was there. He saw the price he had to pay for being a weapon, the suppressed humanity the strained to break free. He witnessed and was told by Glynda about the casual kindness he was capable of, yet Argel's lack of understanding of his own innate goodness was almost painful to see. For as fluent, mature and experienced as Argel Tal was, Ozpin couldn't ignore the reality that he was emotionally underdeveloped.
'What a walking contradiction…' Ozpin hummed to himself. 'Glynda was right to suggest the role of Chaplain to him. In due time, he may find that he's helping himself just as much as he's helping others.'
}-…-{
Argel pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched Cardin beat the stuffing out of Jaune. Thanks to Glynda's making the Practice-hall a free space, Argel's Hand-to-Hand combat had officially begun, and so far, it was as he'd expected. The students were something of a mixed bag when it came to fighting proficiently without their usual weapon. Some were unsurprisingly good, like Nora and Ren, the former's weapon being almost entirely tied to her raw power tempered by subtle skill while the latter, despite his weapons primarily being pistols, was also very skilled in more traditional (yet still practical) martial arts of his own. Most had some extremely basic barehanded capabilities, while others were outright bad.
'Speaking of which,' Raum snickered as Jaune was flung into the air by a wild uppercut before he crashed into the floor on the back of his neck. 'A shame, we were betting he'd do a spin and land on his face.'
'Who exactly are you betting with?' Argel questioned. 'And that's an oddly specific bet to make.'
'We have to entertain ourselves somehow.' Argel could actually feel the daemon in his soul shrug.
"Alright, time," Argel called out, Jaune groaning and picking himself up off the floor, seemingly resigned to being chewed out. Argel wasn't going to do that.
"Jaune. You're fighting as if you're the bigger man and getting into Cardin's range when you're better fighting from a longer distance. Find a heavy-bag and work on learning your optimal distance using straight strikes. Once you learn proper distance-management, I don't doubt that you'll become more proficient with your weapons."
Surprised at the sound advice, Jaune nodded and began making his way towards the nearest bag as Argel turned to the smug-looking Cardin.
"Cardin, you have exceptional strength and speed given your size and muscle-mass," Argel commended, "But your efficiency is rather poor. You don't actually use your size to your advantage, nor are you properly utilizing your speed to create openings and make use of combinations. Find a space to shadow-box and focus on stringing together attacks, not on swinging as hard as you can."
Again, there was no frustration or real reprimand in Argel's voice, only the simple negatives and positives. Cardin nodded, actual respect in the gesture as he did so, rolling his shoulders and beginning to shadow-box not far from Jaune.
"Next is…" He quickly checked his scroll and called the final pair. "Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long."
"WHAT!?" Ruby shrieked as Yang burst into laughter and dragged her resisting little sister by the red hoodie she wore. Nobody was wearing their proper combat-gear, as Argel had requested, and were instead in simple workout clothing. There would be time for them to become more accustomed to fighting in their gear at some point, but for now, Argel was simply looking to assess their pure unarmed ability. After Ruby's 'display' during their first combat class, he was curious and maybe even a little eager to see how she would perform. Her older sister Yang as also interesting, mainly on account of her Semblance. What surprised him however was Ruby's distinct lack of enthusiasm: despite being a reportedly fast and eager learner, it seemed that he had found the one thing that she genuinely disliked doing.
"Begin."
He watched as Ruby suddenly yelled and launched herself at Yang, throwing the most telegraphed, obvious, wound-up roundhouse punch in existence, Yang casually side-stepping while Ruby tripped up on her own feet and face-planted into the floor. Argel stood there for a moment, almost unable to process what just happened. Ruby stood up and shrieked like a banshee as she threw the most cartoonish windmill punches he'd ever seen, Yang laughing as she slapped some aside while she easily bobbed and weaved the rest. Argel put a hand on his mouth, brows furrowing as he leaned in in an attempt to better understand what he was witnessing.
"BOO-YAAH!" Ruby said triumphantly as she crouched low and tried to tackle Yang, only for her face to crash into the latter's abs without moving an inch.
'She's… she's awful!' Argel concluded. Raum was howling with laughter, naturally.
He watched Ruby throw herself at Yang for about thirty seconds before he stepped in to pause the action.
"…You're awful."
A small round of laughter went around the room from those who were taking a break or were close by, including Yang. Ruby whined and hid her face in her hood.
"Which is strange," Argel continued, "…because you already have the tools to be more than proficient."
A single silver eye popped out of a crease in her hood, Yang also interested.
"W-what do you mean by that…?" Ruby asked.
"First, who taught you how to use a scythe?" Argel asked in turn.
"Oh, my uncle Qrow," Ruby answered simply, sitting down on the mat and looking attentive.
"And I'm going to guess that someone else entirely taught you hand-to-hand," Argel deduced.
"You're looking at her," Yang pointed her thumbs at herself, seemingly ready to receive his praise.
"You are an excellent pugilist," Argel said, Yang visibly preening, "But a terrible teacher."
"Wha-!?" Yang gasped as if struck, Ruby snorting with laugher.
"Tell me if this sounds familiar," Argel started, a brow raised, "Your idea of teaching involves constant sparring while only vaguely explaining the absolute basics of your style."
To her credit, Yang seemed to bashfully shrink in on herself. "…Maaaybe?"
"I'll have you know that it's not an invalid style of attempting to teach someone," Argel said, Yang perking up, "It's actually more or less how I was trained."
"So it is a good way to teach - !" Yang started.
"The difference was that I was a child, constantly underfed and repeatedly beaten to the brink of exhaustion while receiving little to no medical treatment throughout my training."
Again, those who were in earshot froze and turned to look at him, horror on their faces, though none looked more distraught than Ruby and Yang, the former actually looking like she was about to cry.
"Wh-why would…?" Yang started.
"When your body reaches its breaking point, it's likely that you'll tap into your… spare-battery, I think is the term here," Argel explained. "On top of that, you're more likely to fight in the most efficient manner possible based on what little stamina you have left along with the most deeply-instilled pieces of training, which in my case was using what little was taught to my absolute advantage."
"Still, that's just wrong!" Ruby cried, "That kind of training's just barbaric! It's inhumane!"
"And yet the results speak for themselves, don't they?" Argel said wryly, "But that's a story for another time and not the focus of this conversation."
The accentuated the last sentence with a particular firmness that quieted Ruby and Yang.
"I've observed and compiled the data on everyone's styles of combat yesterday and in turn have already come up with appropriate training regiments for each of you based on the performances I predicted you would be capable of today. I have been completely correct in my predictions… until now."
Again Ruby looked embarrassed until Argel spoke again.
"You already have the tools to be proficient in hand-to-hand," He explained, "But you simply haven't used them. Xiao Long, step aside."
Yang did so as Argel got into a fighting stance, Ruby immediately looking terrified.
"There's no way you're expecting me to match you without my weapon!" She cried.
"Of course not," He said, almost blandly, "But before I start, I want you to keep one thing in mind: fight as if you have your weapon and adjust when necessary."
He instantly went on the attack and it took Ruby everything she had not to sprint out of the ring as he fired off a straight stamp that could've caved her chest in. She scrambled off to the side, barely dodging his foot and moving her face almost directly into his oncoming left hook, Ruby shrieking as she sprawled, the massive fist sailing over her head before she quickly rolled away from his stomp.
"Help me out here Yang, what do I do!?"
When she glanced over, she saw Yang casually sitting on the side of the mat, a bag of popcorn in her hands as she stuffed her face and shrugged at Ruby's cry for help.
"I'M PUTTING YOU ON ROOM-CLEANING FOR THE NEXT MONTH!"
Again Argel's fist tore through the air for her face and she almost froze up until a lifetime of training suddenly kicked in and she simply reacted. Her open palm shot up and slammed into his wrist as if she was swinging a staff, his weight and momentum so great that instead of his fist being pushed aside, it was her entire body that was moved out of the way: yet the technique was a success regardless. Argel didn't allow Ruby to think, pressing his attack and forcing her to respond.
And she did. She slipped under a right-cross and 'slashed' up, her elbow rising up into his ribs and her follow-up downward chopping elbow caught him in the shoulder. He was too massive to move with her strikes, so she allowed them to propel her out of the way. Still, Argel was monstrously fast and aimed a sweep-kick at her shin, sure to snap the legs of any civilian (and likely Grimm) like twigs. Ruby summersaulted clear over it tucking her body tightly before yelling in exertion as she shot her legs out, her heels slamming into Argel's cheek with a picture-perfect drop-kick. It was like trying to kick a mountain, the recoil making her bounce off him and forcing her to tuck, flip, and land in an unsteady crouch, almost losing her balance as she slid backwards across the mat.
The lull in the clash gave Ruby the time to realize what she'd just done, looking to Yang as if to confirm what just happened. Yang was sitting there, eyes as wide as dinner plates and popcorn falling out of her open mouth. Argel simply relaxed, his usual small smile on his face and natural insouciance back in his demeanour as he stood up straight.
"A little raw and unrefined," He said, "But I think you see what I mean."
"Y-yeah…!" Ruby stuttered, looking at her open hands. "But how…?"
"Like I said before, Yang was attempting to teach you how to fight with her style when you've already instilled specific techniques and disciplines that your body has had a long time to adjust to," Argel explained. "You made the mistake of mentally associating hand-to-hand combat with Yang's style, not your own, which is why you were performing so poorly. You're certainly physically and technically talented, all you need is that mental door to be opened."
Ruby again looked at her hands, excitement bubbling up in her stomach as the possible techniques and manoeuvres she was capable of performing with Crescent Rose suddenly switched into potential unarmed strikes.
"Talented or not," Argel said sternly, "You're behind. You need to begin working out the finer details of your style, unless…"
"My simple moveset becomes a weakness," Ruby finished, shyly bowing at him. "Thank you professor!"
"Thank me by shadow-boxing in a free space," Argel said, smiling, "Get creative. Figure out what does and doesn't work for you."
"Yes sir!"
Argel watched her run off to take a sip of water before immediately throwing herself right into trying out new moves and techniques.
"…How do you do that?"
"Hmm?" Argel turned to face Yang.
"How do figure out stuff like that so fast?" Yang asked more specifically, "You said that you watched footage of all our combat styles yesterday, and you said that you'd already prepared different training regiments around each of us. And you figured out Ruby's issue on the fly when I've been trying to teach her for months!"
"I'm very experienced," Argel shrugged before he turned to fully face Yang, "Now, we only have about ten minutes left, and you haven't sparred properly yet…"
Yang's face lit up as she understood what he was implying, rolling her shoulders and popping her knuckles.
"You better not hold back on me the way you held back on my sister," She warned playfully.
"I do not plan to," He said, smiling back before his expression turned flat, blue eyes piercing directly into Yang's lilac. She froze up for a moment, her throat turning dry and muscles locking before her lips split into a shaky but wide grin.
'Yeah…' Yang thought, 'This is it!'
They both rushed forward at the same time, both throwing a simple straight-right, both knuckles crashing into each other with a deafening *BANG*. He'd perfectly matched his strength with hers, Yang straining against him for a moment before he fell back and let her overbalance herself, a straight kick slicing up at her chin from below. She barely weaved out of the way and pressed forward, her guard up and head constantly moving as he threw short, tight jabs, each whipping strike sending a rush of wind that blew the hair from her face.
'THIS IS THE THRILL I'M LOOKING FOR!'
She forced the distance to close, her head weaving rapidly in a swirling infinity motion. She wouldn't be able to hit his head, unless he brought it lower to throw a punch down at her. So she'd simply blast away at his chest.
"Of course you're using a Dempsey Roll," Argel chuckled before he stomped his heel down on her foot and smashed his massive shoulder into her head as she weaved right into him, the impact sending her reeling back and limping unsteadily, but she still couldn't stop smiling. "But don't tell me that's all you're capable of."
Yang sprinted forward as if she didn't just have a five-hundred-pound superhuman almost break her foot, unleashing a flurry of random blows that were somehow ever faster and more powerful than her previous ones. Argel simply parried and blocked each of them with his forearms and elbows, again matching his strength and speed with her own yet still easily defending himself. After knocking aside a straight-right and parrying a slashing elbow, he speared his own elbow into her brow, snapping her head back before he chopped at her neck, her face going red from her struck airway until a palm-strike caught her full in the face with a ringing *POP*, sending her tumbling head over heels across the mat. People had stopped what they were doing and were watching in silent awe now.
Yang sprung up from her tumble, blood flowing freely from her nostrils as she launched herself forward yet again. Argel didn't wait this time, shooting forward and lashing out with a roundhouse kick aimed at her torso with enough force to launch her clean out of the ring and end the fight. That's when he saw it: she blocked the kick with her own forearm. Any regular person, hell, any huntsman would have been blasted halfway across the room with a broken rib, yet Yang had copied Argel's defensive technique. She was still sent sliding across the mat, regardless of how perfect the block was, but he saw the sudden change overcome her. Her hair lighting up with golden flame, eyes burning red as a fiery glow surrounded her body.
When she launched herself at him again, the mat under her feet was torn apart as her fist rocketed towards his face. He sharply grabbed her wrist and pivoted to throw her over his shoulder and slam her into the ground only for her to tuck and land on her feet, grabbing his wrist and using the momentum to copy the throw. Argel's brows went up as he felt his feet leave the floor before he grunted and twisted hard, his raw strength yanking Yang off the floor while he was still in the middle of being thrown and hammering her into the floor. Her eyes rolled into her head for a moment until they snapped back into focus, whipping up into a curled position before she sprung off her hands and aimed her heels up at Argel's chest. He blocked with the palm of his hand but was still sent sliding backwards with a steaming hand, Yang charging forward and preparing to cave his chest in with a straight-right.
'Where Rose is talented because of her ability to adapt new techniques in the middle of a battle,' Argel hummed. 'Yang is talented because of her raw physical prowess and her ability to copy techniques.'
'It's funny, isn't it?' Raum snickered, 'Because we can do both.'
His body bonelessly weaved around the punch with unnatural flexibility, stepping in close and shooting a knee into Yang's stomach before sharply pushing her away with his shoulder while she was gasping for air. She recovered quickly as she saw him dash towards her out of the corner of her, slipping past under a terrifying right hook that would've ended the fight and immediately bobbing and weaving into her signature move, her hair leaving a blazing after image of an infinity symbol. Only for her to falter as she watched Argel put his guard up and do almost the exact same move, his towering mass making the rapid weaving that much more terrifying. Yang roared as she swung left and right hooks with enough power to toss around cars, but she just couldn't him, his hands shooting out to parry and redirect her blows while he was still weaving.
'It's not just that!' Yang realized as she watched him closely, 'His weaving pattern is different to mine! It's not just an infinity, it's… two!?'
There was a blur of motion and a rush of air roaring towards her face, Yang barely managing to bring herself to a screeching halt as a massive fist suddenly filled her vision, the sheer wind pressure appearing to blow out the flames in her hair. The hall was still as Yang stood frozen and panted for air, sweat dripping down her face as she cautiously eyed the calloused knuckles that were a breath away from caving her skull in.
"That one might be a little advanced for you," Argel said as he stood straight, not even a drop of sweat on him, "But you're exactly what I'd guessed you'd be."
'That would've knocked me clean out.' Yang collapsed into a raggedy sitting-position, gasping for air, "What's… that?"
"Physically talented beyond belief," Argel said, "…but massively immature when it comes to combat."
"Ouch," Yang huffed with a grin. "What gives?"
"Despite how simple your style is, you actually have too many moves in your repertoire," Argel explained.
"Isn't having a bunch of moves under your belt a good thing though?" Yang asked, a curious look on her face.
"You use whatever comes to mind first and manage, but you don't actually think ahead, you just react. Your attacks are powerful but inefficient, same with how you use your semblance. The more you learn to think about what the best avenue of attack is, the less you'll actually need to think about what the most optimal technique is when the situation arises to use it. It's not the number of techniques, it's your proficiency and innate understanding of them. Simply copying and adding more moves to your arsenal without fully understanding how and when to use them is dangerous."
"… yeah, I see what you mean," Yang nodded, "…But what about my Semblance?"
"That…" Argel said, the pause making Yang lean forward eagerly. "…Is up to you to figure out."
"Awww," Yang whined, "Why not just give me the answer like you did with my sister?"
"Because I'm not here to simply give you an easy answer to something so deeply tied to your way of fighting," He explained with a grin, "I'm here to break bad habits and guide you to becoming more efficient in combat while staying true to each of your unique styles. From what I understand, Semblances are physical manifestations of your core personality, yes?"
"Yeah, that about sums it up," Yang nodded.
"Then if I'm correct on some of my burgeoning theories regarding aura and semblances, asking you to make massive changes to them is going to be very detrimental to you in the long run," Argel went on, "That, and I simply need a little more time to study the field before I can even begin to start suggesting large-scale changes to how you use them. That being said… do you remember what happened when you copied my blocking-technique?"
"Huh? Oh, I uh… I saw the kick, the first thing that popped in my head was to block like you did… so I blocked and…" Yang's brows furrowed, "And I didn't take any damage but…. but it still fuelled my Semblance?"
Argel smiled as he watched her eyes light up.
"I don't need to take damage for my Semblance to activate!" Yang practically cheered.
'We are curious to see what cascading changes such a small adjustment will bring,' Raum mused. 'If this Semblance is truly their essence made manifest, then would a even a slight change affect their very personality?'
'That is the question I'm looking to answer,' Argel thought wryly. '…I wonder if Glynda can help me find any aura-related documents?'
...TWBY Continued...
So, what did you all think about this chapter? As usual, lemme know and I'll hopefully see you guys soon. Peace out!
