Beacon's Battle of the Blondes

As I stood before my locker, I contemplated whether or not to actually use my 'official' gear. Which consisted of my magic sword, Crocea Mors, and some second-hand militia armor I bartered for at some settlement I saved on my way to Vale to learn what exactly happened to the world in my absence.

Or maybe I wanted to use Murren? It's been literal AGES since I last wielded it.

Perhaps I should break the seal on Crocea Mors and return it to its true form, The Ulfberht?

Eh... Probably best not that last one. While Cardin is a major douchecanoe, I don't think he's done anything to warrant a smiting.

Yet...

Ah, what the heck? Why not just do this the good old-fashioned way?

Feeling perfectly comfortable in my decision, I began making my way towards the stage of my latest performance.

I stepped out to arena stage and heard something I had not heard in actual ages.

People cheering.

For me.

Ohhhohohooo... The nostalgia! I am so going to enjoy this...

This was the perfect opportunity to put both Cardin and Goodwitch in their place.

"It's been several weeks, surely you'd have learned something by now..."

I'm no expert, but I'm pretty certain that is no way to talk to a student...

Across the stage was Cardin. Who, while slightly surprised looking, was as overconfident as ever. Especially when he saw that I was "unarmed".

'Poor fool has no idea...'

I couldn't stop the savage grin threatening to split my face open.

Thankfully, I was able to stop any lightshows from sparking...

Now wasn't the time for that.

I turned my attention to the lightly reddened face of Prof. Goodwitch.

It was kind of odd seeing her even a little flustered...

"S-stand-d-dard t-t-tournament rules still apply!" She stuttered.

"BEGIN!"

And with that, Cardin charged forth swinging his mace at my head.

It was a simple matter to slap it aside, leaving Cardin wide open with a surprised look on his face.

I wasted no time in raising my foot to kick the larger boy in the chest, sending him flying back a good three feet from out of bounds, landing on his back, and sending his weapon off to the side just out of reach.

Cardin rolled over onto his side, clutching his chest, wheezing and gasping for air as my kick had caved in his breastplate. If it wasn't for his Aura, there would have been a foot-sized hole in his torso even with his armor.

Reaching down, I grabbed him by the collar of said breastplate and ripped it off as though it were made of tinfoil.

Then, I released him and stepped back while glancing over at the monitor displaying our Aura levels.

Jaune Arc 100%, Green.

Cardin Winchester 26%, Orange.

Shit. I knew I put too much force behind that kick...

"Get. Up." I commanded.

After getting his breathing under control, Cardin scrambled for his mace while shouting.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

I watched as he shakily raised his weapon to put some distance between us.

"(Huff) S-since (huff) when could you... (Huff.) Do that?" He demanded between gasps, while subconsciously backing up towards the edge of the ring.

"Always," I answer after a moment of silence before grabbing the haft of the mace just beneath the head in one hand and stepping forward under Cardin's guard.

Now I was face to face with the terrified bully as he saw the actual lightning in my eyes.

"Boo."

With a shriek, Cardin fell backwards and out of bounds.

"Out of bounds! The winner is... Jaune Arc?" The confused voice of Prof. Goodwitch rang out through the silent room.

There was a pause as we all waited for the teacher to break down the match and criticize me as usual.

When she remained in a dazed silence, I threw her own words back at her.

"It's been several weeks, Professor... Surely you'd have something to teach me by now..."

Her face reddened in indignation, but no words came.

With a sense of satisfaction, I faced my class.

"Anyone up there feel like coming down here and giving me an actual fight?" I challenged

Finally, I turned my attention towards my defeated opponent.

"You best start cleaning up your act. Now."

(-/Line Break\-)

(Yang's POV)

"Anyone up there feel like coming down here and giving me an actual fight!?!" Jaune roared.

Oh Hell yeah! I love this new Jaune!

I jumped up from my seat with my fists in the air!

"I'll give it to ya!!!" I accepted.

"Phrasing!" I heard Weiss-cream hiss, but I honestly didn't care.

It was time to get me some good ol' skin-on-skin contact with Mr. Muscles down there!

"Finally! Someone actually worth taking! I'm waiting!" Jaune called out.

'Oh he can definitely take me...'

I know that wasn't what he meant, but still... If this is what he's got, I'm down...

What?

I have a type!

(-/Line Break\-)

(Jaune's POV)

When Yang (Finally!) got down in her combat gear, I was hyped up and ready!

Of course I was going to take it easier on her, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself!

Professor Goodwitch had finally recollected herself and was going along with my unusually rowdy behavior. Likely seeing Yang's acceptance of my challenge as a good way to put me back in my place by having me square off with someone who was in an entirely separate tier away from my previous opponent.

Sorry to disappoint both of the blonde ladies, this was not going to go down the way they want it to.

"Hey, Jaune!" Yang called out to me with an especially eager expression and a twinkle in her still lilac eyes. Uh-oh. Ruby warned me about that face... "How 'bout 'friendly' wager?"

I'm not certain how I feel about the way she said 'friendly'... But oh well, let's hear it.

"What kind?" I ask, not letting my real confidence drop. Not that fake crap I presented earlier this year while feeling out this place.

"I win, you treat me to something nice," she grinned.

"And when I win?"

Yang's grin deepened.

"If you win, I'll treat you to something nice."

That... Doesn't actually sound too bad... Hopefully Yang isn't a sore loser.

"You're on," I agree before calling out to my teammate. "Hey Nora! IHOP this weekend is on Yang!"

"WOOO!!!"

'Yang, you just made Nora's day...'

"W-wait! That's not what I-" Yang was cut off by Prof. Goodwitch.

"BEGIN!"

And with that, our clash began.

Yang struck first, her left fist, clad in Ember Celica, blasted the air next to my head as I leaned to my own left.

I countered with a right jab to her ribs, followed by a legsweep.

She jumped back just in time to avoid being knocked down and sent another blast from her right hand to put a little distance between us.

Unfortunately, that distance didn't matter as I powered through that blast to send an uppercut to her solar plexus when I came up from my earlie legsweep attempt.

The resulting connection of my fist meeting her belly sent her straight to the ceiling, causing it to crack in spiderweb from the impact with her back.

Whoops.

Yang landed on the ground in a heap.

Oh crap! Did I knock her out already?!?

I looked over to the clock.

Class-time was almost out!

That was when an inferno erupted around the blonde girl.

So I didn't really hurt her... Just fired her up to full throttle.

Knowing that she was going to be okay, I released the breath I didn't even realize I was holding in relief.

Yang sprang up with her eyes blazing crimson with a manic grin on her face before rushing me with a flurry of punches.

Or, she would have if I hadn't caught her fist in one hand.

Her Semblance fizzled out and her eyes returned to their usual lilac color.

"Huh?" She blinked in confusion, desperately trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Sorry, but I'll be taking my victory now. Thanks for Yanging in though!" I applauded my sparring partner as I then spun and threw her over my shoulder into the wall and out of bounds.

"YEET!"