-Chapter Four-

Blackboards N' Bruises

Weiss glared out at nothing from her silk sheet and cashmere blanket cocoon, under Ruby's precarious hoisted bed – her own cloth, wood, and spring Sword of Damocles – silently damning the world to hell.

"It's not fair!" Weiss silently cried. "Why, why… why did I have to be pared up with a team of cows!"

You see, the source of Weiss' torment was none other than her own teammates – for having the audacity to have better genetics than her. Yang and Nora – oblivious to Weiss' envy brought glare – chatted amicably away in the middle of their room, still dressed in their pajamas.

Said pajamas were a pair of black boy shorts with an orange tank and a dark gray tee with the word "Boop" written across her breasts over a pair of pink bloomers respectively. Neither were inherently provocative nor inappropriate, it was just that it did nothing to hide how either of its owner lacked for nothing in terms of… "assets".

"S'not fair…" Weiss grumbled.

"What's not fair, Weiss?" Ruby asked as she jumped down from her makeshift bunk, causing her own modestly sized breasts to bounce and jiggle, making Weiss glare harder.

"Even the child is bigger than me!" Weiss thought before she stood and dramatically threw off her cocoon, emerging as a majestic Weissfly.

"I'm taking a shower!" Weiss announced before stomping over to the bathroom.

The three teens watched her go, before Nora looked to the two sisters and asked. "What's up with her?"

"I don't know." Ruby shrugged.

"I think she was feeling a little… insecure." Yang sounded out.

"What do you mean?" Ruby and Nora asked at once.

"She's… ya' know." Yang gestured to her chest.

In response, Ruby and Nora cocked their heads like a confused puppy.

Yang sighed heavily. "She's not as… developed." She received blank stares. "Blessed." Still blank. "Ugh! She's got no tits!"

After three seconds the pair's eyes light up and they tilt their heads back and sound out. "Oooh…"

Before that conversation could continue, three curt knocks sounded out from the door.

"I got it!" Ruby cried before bursting over to the door in a second's worth of rose petals, throwing open the door to reveal none other than Jaune. "Oh, hi Jaune!"

"Hey Rubes, I was wonderin' if y'all would like to-" Jaune caught a glimpse of team YNSR's room, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "What the fuck is that!?"

"What?" Ruby asked, looking back – and far too used to her Uncle Qrow using similar language to react too much. "You mean our beds?"

"Yes!" Jaune cried. "Why didn't you just ask for actual bunk beds?!"

The three teens looked between themselves, blinking rapidly, before Ruby reluctantly piped up. "We… can do that?"

"Yes, Ruby…" Jaune sighed like an exasperated parent. "You can do that…"

The resulting silence was broken by the bathroom door slamming open and a towel clad Weiss stomping out in anger.

"What in Oum's name is going on out here!" Weiss cried shrilly, only to blush furiously as she caught sight of Jaune – who's head made an audible CRACK as he violently looked away.

"Now Weiss-" Jaune tried, only to be interrupted by Weiss yelling "pervert!" before brandishing her rapier and firing off a flurry of icicles at the poor blonde.

Jaune, decided discretion was the better part of valor, promptly retreated from the room before taking off like a bat outta hell. Weiss, forgetting her state of dress in her anger, promptly chased after him to the astonishment of the plethora of onlookers that had gathered.

"Should we… help him?" Pyrrha asked, looking onward with a conflicted expression.

"Nope." Blake replied, nose bleeding profusely as she furiously scribbled on a notepad.

-/-

Ten minutes – and at least two hundred lien in damages – later, the pair found themselves sat in Professor Goodwitch's office.

"So, Mr. Arc." Goodwitch spoke with the tonal equivalent of an iron fist. "Would you like to explain to me why I found you being chased by a towel clad Ms. Schnee?"

"He was-" Weiss, still clad in only a baby blue towel, spoke up.

"Ms. Schnee!" Goodwitch's voice cracked like a whip. "If you wish to so desperately be in detention, I assure you I do not need help in finding a reason."

Sufficiently cowed, Weiss retreated into herself as Jaune opened his mouth to speak.

"I went over to Team YNSR's room to invite them over for breakfast." Jaune explained. "And after a bit we got a little loud and Weiss, who was in the shower when I came in, came out dressed in a towel and demanded to know what all the noise was about."

"Did you molest, ogle, or in any other way act lasciviously or uncouth towards Ms. Schnee?" Goodwitch demanded.

"No Ma'am!" Jaune replied hotly, furious at the insinuation. "Make no mistake, had I acted in such a way I would not have left that room as anything less than broken and bloody!"

"Is that true, Ms. Schnee?"

Weiss had the dignity to blush at her overreaction. "Y-Yes Ma'am…"

Goodwitch pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily, before mumbling. "They'll drive me to drink, they will!" Before clearing her throat and speaking in a no-nonsense tone. "Ms. Schnee, I've had a spare uniform brought for you, please go into the bathroom and change, then you may go."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Weiss practically jumped and sprinted over to the bathroom.

"Stay seated, Mr. Arc." Goodwitch spoke as Jaune began to rise. "I want a word in private after Ms. Schnee leaves."

Jaune swallowed heavily. "Y-Yes Ma'am!"

Soon enough Weiss scurried out of the room in a slightly baggy and draping uniform, leaving Jaune alone in the lioness' den.

"Mr. Arc, no, Jaune." Goodwitch began. "I know you come to us with a… "less than standard education", but as a team leader you can not be seen being chased around the halls by a half naked classmate." She smiled ruefully. "If nothing else than to avoid the rumor mill."

"Yes Ma'am." Jaune answered demurely.

"I know I seem harsh." Glynda sighed as she sat upon the corner of her desk. "But that is because I want you all to be the best you can be – and you especially, Jaune."

"R-Really!?" Jaune cried.

"Yes." Glynda smiled beautifully. "I owe it to Esmeralda, after all I can't let her only Grandson flunk out of Beacon."

It took a minute for Jaune's blown mind to comprehend Glynda's words, and once they did his eyes ballooned in size. "You knew Gram-Gram!"

"Yes." Glynda chuckled softly. "She was the Combat Instructor when I myself was attending Beacon, and I dare say if it wasn't for her, why I wouldn't be a quarter of the Huntress I am now…"

"Wow…" Jaune sounded out, awestruck, before a confused expression crossed his face. "But wait, Gram-Gram stopped teaching when I was seven."

"She did, she left during my third year." Glynda sighed. "And her replacement wasn't even in the same ballpark when it came to teaching."

Jaune stared, slack jawed at the realization that Professor Goodwitch – a veteran Huntress of immense power and a female icon 'round Remnant – was only a few years older than his oldest sister.

"I, uh, just, um…" Jaune stuttered, suddenly feeling much more self conscious all of the sudden.

"Shocking, I know." Glynda laughed, which sent shivers down Jaune's spine. "And I know it's uncouth to play favorites, but I'd like to extend an offer to spend more time together-"

"Y-Yes!" Jaune stood ramrod straight, his spine was too.

"Excellent!" Glynda smiled. "I'll get working on a training regime right away."

"Oh, o-of course…" Jaune tried to hide his disappointment, which in all fairness wasn't a whole lot – after all, who else could say they were getting one-on-one training with the best Huntress in Vale since the Grimm Reaper? "See you then."

Glynda looked on as Jaune bayed a hasty retreat, smiling slightly as she caught his disappointed look, feeling a little smug about the fact she could still make a man react so.

Glynda sighed as her high turned to melancholy. "Now only if I could get men my own age to react the same…"

It was true, most men were intimidated by her – whether by her no nonsense attitude or the fact she towered over most of them whenever she wore heels – now there were a few that weren't, but… they mainly consisted of men who either wanted her to step on them – which she was resoundingly not into, regardless of what people say! – or where at least a decade older than her.

Qrow, Ozpin, Bart, and Peter were an immediate no. Qrow had far too much trauma he insisted on drinking away. Ozpin was far, far, too old and no longer felt such a way after what happened in his previous lives. And Bart and Peter worked with her, and work relationships never worked – and Peter was a widower in his early sixties at this point.

James had more than hinted at his own attraction, but he was nearly two decades older than her, and like Qrow, bore too much trauma he refused to address in a healthy manner – though his Semblance made the matter much worse than it would've been.

Taiyang would rather raise his daughter than get back into the game – a commendable attitude – and was also as old and as traumatized as Qrow was. And most other Hunters were barely competent enough to due their jobs, let alone have healthy or lasting relationships.

"It's fine." Glynda sighed aloud. "There's still plenty of time!"

As if to taunt her, her scroll rang with the familiar ring tone of none other than Esmeralda Arc.

"Em!" Glynda answered her scroll with an amount of warmth that would've sent her students into shock had they heard. "How have you been?"

"I should be the one asking that!" Responded the gruff voice of Esmeralda. "Still single?"

Glynda flushed. "Y-Yes, but it's-"

"Hard to find a good man nowadays." Esmeralda sighed. "Yes, yes, as you've said in one form or another since you graduated." She guffed. "As your symbolic mother, when are you going to give me some grandbabies to spoil! Reina's already given me eight – and she's not even a blood Arc!" She guffed again. "Not like my other five 'ave given me enough."

"Em!" Glynda whined; face engulfed in scarlet. "Y-You know how hard it is to find a man not intimidated by my… well, everything!"

"I know." Replied Esmeralda evenly. "S'why I made you one."

Glynda's face blanched as her words set in. "Y-You can't mean-"

"Yup." Esmeralda interrupted, popping the P. "Jaune, made sure he wouldn't be intimidated by strong women, even had him learn all 'bout being a good husband too – except the sex part, s'illegal 'n all, and I'm getting too old to go knockin' boots all 'nite anyhow."

"Esmeralda!" Glynda cried, scandalized.

"What, ya' worried he's a cherry boy?" Esmeralda asked, missing the point by a country mile. "Well don't worry, Lil' Saphy n' 'er wife wanted a boy, and I convinced 'em to do it the old fashion way with Jaune, I can even so you the pictures of their hard work-"

"Esmeralda Vermilion Arc!" Glynda stormed. "I-I do not want to see pictures of your grandson… c-copulating!"

"What?" Esmeralda guffed. "I meant sending pictures of Adrian."

"Oh, thank fu-"

"Course I could probably convince 'em to send you those too." Esmeralda continued. "Shouldn't leave any room for doubt after you see how well the Arc genes blessed 'im below the-"

"Stop. Stop!" Glynda yelled. "First of all, he's my student, so nothing can happen. Period."

"Well why the hell not?" Esmeralda questioned. "I married mine."

"I, but t-that's different!" Glynda stuttered. "I'm twelve years older!"

"And I was near fifteen older than Richy." Esmeralda countered. "And it never stopped him from rockin' my world with that horse co-"

Glynda set her scroll down and screamed into her hands, picking it back up to find an unamused Esmeralda waiting for her.

"Now if y'er done pitchin' a fit, I need a favor."

Glynda sighed heavily, unable to refuse what was for all intents and purposes her mother. "What is it?"

"I need you to train Jaune." Esmeralda's voice was a serious as a heart attack. "He's an excellent study, quick as a whip n' sharp as a razor that un', but he's rough 'round the edges – needs a firm, experienced hand to make 'em as best he can be – and ain't none other better than yours."

"I… thank you, Em, that means a lot." Glynda replied teary eyed, genuinely touched.

"Course it should." Esmeralda guffed. "Second best damn daughter could've asked for – be first if ye'd give me some damn grandbabies ta' spoil!"

Glynda chuckled, having grown use to Esmeralda's eccentricities, before smiling heartily. "I will."

"Good." Esmeralda replied before the click of the line going dead sounded out.

Glynda shook her head as she set her scroll down, only to pick it back up as it dinged with a text.

Thought you could use some inspiration. It read simply. Before a plethora of photos bombarded her screen.

Glynda blushed redder than a tomato as image after image of her student in very, very compromising positions invaded her eyes. Tearing her eyes away with an audible CRACK, Glynda slammed her scroll face down onto her desk. Before treacherous thought got the better of her.

"Well… one more look wouldn't hurt…" Glynda thought before opening her scroll back up, bringing a forbidden fruit up to her lips – tempting her to devour it whole.

-/-

Breakfast was an awkward and stiff affair – a terrible start for the two fledgling teams.

"Whelp!" Yang called. "Thought I'd be the one chasing boy's outta our room!"

"Xio Long!" Weiss cried, scandalized.

"It's not like he'd've seen anything, anyhow." Nora spoke around mouthfuls of syrup slathered pancakes.

"Valkyrie!"

"Hey, don't blame us cause you're the president n' chief of the 'itty bitty titty committee." Ruby scoffed.

"Rose!?"

Jaune had a strange sense of déjà vu watching the scene unfold, weird. Blake and Ren simply read. And Pyrrha was working up the courage to get closer to Jaune.

"Hey, c'mon, leaver her be. Not everybody's lucky when it comes to genetics."" Jaune called out. "And I am sorry, Weiss, if I knew you'd come out I'd have stayed outside."

"No, no." Weiss sighed. "The fault is mine for overreacting, and for not getting dressed before leaving – though I expected to be surrounded by my fellow women, and well… not you."

"Nah, I should've known better." Jaune shook his head. "After all, I'm the one that grew up in a house full of women."

"You were saying something about that last night." Blake spoke up, bow twitching slightly.

"Yeah, I guess I was." Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Though I didn't really tell you anything 'bout 'em, did I?"

"No, you did not." Ren nodded.

"How about you tell us about them now!" Pyrrha asked, naked excitement laced throughout her tone.

"Sure!" Jaune smiled, pulling out his scroll before pulling up a large family photo.

He points to a man the looked like a taller, grown-up version of himself – only with green eyes and a beard, alongside shorter. darker blonde hair – dressed in a simple, black two-piece suit. "This is my dad, Nathaniel Arc – he fought in the Revolution before semi-retiring with my mom back to the Isle of Dogs."

"Aw, he looks just like you!" Ruby cooed, before thinking. "Just like me and mom!"

"Thanks, this is my mom right here." Jaune chuckled before pointing next to his father at his mother. "She was a nurse during the Revolution and actually nursed my father back to health when he got injured, her name's Reina."

Reina was a statuesque woman, standing only a few inches shorter than Jaune, with a fair complexion and curves that made even Yang and Pyrrha jealous. Her face was comely and heart shaped, with a button nose and full lips covered in a faint sheen of red lipstick, with kind, partly closed familiar deep blue eyes. Her own blonde hair, which was the same shade as her sons, cascaded down past her shoulders and disappearing out of frame.

She was dressed in a simple and elegant white sundress that radiated motherly warmth, even through the photo.

"Milf!" Nora called.

"Nora!" Ren cried, red faced.

"What?" Nora replied. "C'mon, look at her Renny, she's STACKED, I'm talkin' thick, with, like, three C's!"

"B-Be that as it may, you still can't talk about someone's mother like that!" Ren countered.

"Bah!" Nora scoffed as she dramatically turned her head away.

Jaune chuckled once more before pointing slightly behind his parents to another man. "This is my grandfather, Richard Arc – he actually discovered Menagerie, not that that did a whole lotta good in the end."

Richard was a tall, barrel chested man of advanced years who stood at seven foot three, with a tanned complexion and brawny build. His face was square and covered in an impressive, gray beard, with a chiseled nose and hawk-like, yellow eyes. His gray hair was slinked back and fell to the nape of his neck in a mane-like fashion. Like his son he was also dressed in a black suit, only his was a three piece.

"Your grandfather was the White fang!" Blake and Weiss cried, before looking to one another. "How do you know about him!"

"I asked you first!" They both continued. "No, I ask you! Gah!"

"Y-Yeah, that's why I said it didn't due him any good…" Jaune chuckled awkwardly before continuing. "And this is my grandma next to him, Esmeralda Arc – she actually used to be the Combat Instructor here at Beacon, but she retired 'bout ten years ago."

Esmeralda was a veritable amazon of a woman, standing at seven feet even with a muscular build, tanned complexion, and proportionally large curves. Her face was sharp and angular, with an equally sharp nose and terse lips, with hawk-like gray eyes – with her left being covered by a black leather eye patch surrounded by three wicked looking scars that raked down from the middle of her forehead to the left side of her jaw. Her stark white hair was just short in a messy, overgrown pixie cut.

She was dressed in a sleeveless red dress with a black coat hanging from her shoulders, doing nothing to hide her broad shoulders and muscular arms.

"Damn!" Yang whistled. "She looks bad ass!"

"She is. Most bad ass woman I know, taught me everything I know – well, ninety nine percent of it, anyway." Jaune nodded. "Then there's my great-grandparents, Edmund and Aurora Arc."

Edmund was a trim, elderly man who stood at six foot two with a pale complexion and unassuming build. His face was wrinkly – though much less than most his age thanks to Aura – and ovular with a well-groomed mustache in between his hooked nose and thin, smiling lips, his eyes were hazel in color and slightly droopy. His hair was stark white and cut in a thin, militaristic side part.

He was dressed in the transitional dress uniform of the Royal Valean Army, wearing a khaki, double breasted field tunic over a tan dress shirt and tie – with his left breast overladen with medals and ribbons, with the rest of his attire being hidden by the rest of the Arc family.

Aurora was a willowy woman of five foot seven who bore a pale complexion and graceful curves that stayed defiant of her age. Her face was diamond shaped and looked like it belonged on a woman decades younger, with a small, round nose and heart shaped lips, with creased pale blue eyes. Her own white hair framed her face in a pair of elegant curls around her jaw.

She was dressed in a well-fitting black dress that gave her an air of sophistication, with matching opera gloves covering her arms up to her elbows and a necklace of pearls around her neck.

"Wow!" Ruby gasped. "He's got so many medals!"

"Damn, Lover Boy!" Yang cheered. "Do you have one ugly relative?"

"What do you mean?" Jaune asked, cocking his head.

"I mean, look at your great-grandparents, dude." Yang gestures towards the photo. "They look like they're your grandparents age!"

"Huh, I suppose you're right, though Gram-Gram's only a few years younger than them." Jaune mused aloud.

"What?!" Cried the group.

"Yeah, she's only ten years younger than Pop-Pop, and twelve younger than Memaw." Jaune answered, nonchalantly, only to add. "I guess he was into older women." at his friends continued dumb looks.

After his friends regain their senses, Jaune continues. "And this is my great-great-grandma, Sophia Arc."

Sophia was a trim woman of five foot four, the shortest of the Arcs, who bore a pale complexion and modest curves – who, like all Arc woman it seems, looked younger than she was. Her face was slender and ovular, with a small nose and wrinkled, pouty lips, her eyes were a gleaming silver that matched her curly, shoulder length hair.

She was dressed in a simple cream-colored blouse that was covered by a white corset that led to a matching skirt.

"Wait, did you say great-great-grandma?" Blake questioned. "That means…"

"She lived through the Great War, yeah." Jaune beamed.

"Holy crap!" Yang swore. "It's a celebration if someone makes it to sixty, I can't imagine, what ninety?"

"She turned ninety-eight two months ago."

"Damn!" Was the general consensus.

"Yup." Jaune replied, popping the P. "Now onto my sister, this is Scarlet – she's big in the makeup and fashion world, goes by Scarlet Rouge… I think?"

Scarlet was a tall, full-figured woman of five foot eleven, with a glowing complexion and trim build. Her face was heart shaped with a button nose that bore a beauty mark to the left of it near her cheekbone, heart shaped lips covered in cherry red lipstick, and large hazel eyes framed by faint, tasteful red mascara. Her honey blonde hair fell to her chin in a twist braid style.

She was dressed in a gorgeous, flowing red halter top dress with matching heels.

Before anyone could even open their mouths, a slamming at the head of the table drew their attention to a girl hunched over, looking intently at Jaune.

The girl was tall and trim, standing six foot even in her four-inch heels, with a creamy complexion and modest curves. Her face was symmetrical and angular, with a dainty nose and full lips, with her eyes blocked by a pair of black aviator shades. Her deep brown hair was cut in an asymmetrical bob that framed the right side of her face and fell from out of her black beret.

She was dressed in a brown, loose necked knit turtleneck that was surrounded by a black scarf and a few black beaded – or pearl – necklaces – it was covered by a black waist cincher over a pair of matching stylish cargo pants that were held up by a brown leather cartridge belt that was held closed by a gold gunner sight that acted as a belt buckle, and lead to her black heels – with a pair of black, half-palm shooter gloves covering her hands and a black, boxy purse hanged from a bullet strap over her right shoulder.

"Did you just say…" The girl spoke as she slowly stood and removed her glasses, revealing a pair of piercing chocolate brown eyes, staring intently at Jaune. "That your sister was the Scarlet Rouge?"

"Uh… yeah?" Jaune replied, before finding himself suddenly thrust up to meet the girl face-to-face, feet dragging across the floor.

"Do you have any more sisters?" The girl asked intently.

"Y-Yes, six…"

"Any of them interested in girls?"

"Yeah, my sister Saph – but she's married."

"Damn!" The girl swore, looking to the side briefly before looking back. "Would she be interested in a ménage à trois?"

"I'm… not the person to ask?" Jaune replied, thoroughly confused.

"Right." Replied the girl. "Give me your scroll."

"O… kay?" Jaune complied.

The girl released Jaune before striking a pose and taking a picture, then typing into his scroll and handing it back to Jaune.

"Name's Coco, expect to see more of me." With her piece said, Coco turns and sashays away.

"What. The fuck. Just happened?" Yang spoke through a jaw that was practically glued to the floor.

Before anyone could react, the bell rang, signifying that breakfast was over. Before long, the two teams found themselves in Grimm Studies, waiting for their professor.

The lecture hall which made up Grimm Studies was a large room with a pitched floor of dark oak desks surrounded by lime green walls with similar wood baseboards that was plastered with mounted heads of various stuffed Grimm. The front of the room bore a wall spanning blackboard that was separated into three sections – all pertaining information on various Grimm – with an ornate wooden desk sat in front bearing neat nick naks, papers, and a golden bust of a mustached man.

"What do you have after this?" Jaune leaned over towards Ren.

"Advanced Mathematics with Professor Ebonheart."

Jaune swore. "Damn, I've got Science with Professor Cobalt."

"I have Literature with Professor Vermilion." Blake added.

"I-I also have Science!" Pyrrha called, who if she had a tail would be wagging a mile a minute.

"Awesome!" Jaune smiled. "I was worried I'd be all alone." He looked over his desk. "What 'bout y'all?"

"Advanced Weapon Crafting, Maintenance, and Upgrading with Professor Mulberry!" Ruby replied with a beaming smile.

"That's a second-year class!" Jaune replied with his own beaming smile. "Way to go, Rubes!"

"Huntsman Philosophy." Weiss scowled. "Why didn't I get into an advanced class, the child did!"

"Yay!" Nora cried. "I'm with Renny!"

"Dido on science for me." Yang smiled.

Before they two teams could continue, the door burst open, followed by a hearty laugh.

Swaggering into the room was a broad-shouldered man of advanced years, standing at five foot nine with a fair complexion and a formerly muscular build that has since gone to seed. His face was square and rough, bearing a strong nose, with his mouth and eyes being hidden by a gray, glorious handlebar mustache and bushy eyebrows respectively. His hair was shaved to within a centimeter on the sides, with the three-inch length hair atop his head being parted in the middle and ending in upward curls.

He was dressed in a burgundy, gold piped and buttoned double-breasted coat with matching pants tucked into olive cavalry boots.

"Gooooood Morning, Class!" The portly man bellowed in a thick Atlesian accent. "I am Professor Wolfe; over the course of the next four years, I will be tasked with teaching you everything there is to know about Grimm and strategy."

"Now." Professor Wolfe continued. "Let's start off the year with a tale, a tale about how a lad saved his farm from a pack of Beowolves with nothing more than a bundle of rope."

As Professor Wolfe launched into a grandiose tale of cunning and gallantry, Jaune felt a knot forming in his stomach. It started slowly at first, when he noticed that the Professor's eyes didn't shine as much as his voice. Then how his smile was small and brittle. And finally, he remembered where he recognized the look in Professor Wolfe's eyes from, from his Grandparents and Great-Grandparents telling him stories from their time in the then fledgling Hunters.

So lost in thought, that Jaune jumped once the Professor's voice boomed out.

"Now!" Professor Wolfe stopped on a dime in front of his desk. "Let us end our first class together with something memorable!" He gestured towards a large square shape covered by a tarp. "Whom amongst you believes themselves worthy of the title of Huntsman, hmm?"

Predictably, Weiss hand shot up the instant the Professor was done speaking.

"Ah, Ms. Schnee!" The Professor cheered. "Then go and collect your things and return, where we will test your metal!"

Weiss bowed gracefully and exited the room with her head held high, returning dressed in her combat attire with her rapier by her side. Gracefully she made her way opposite the tarp covered box and struck a pose.

Professor Wolfe nodded before throwing off the tarp – revealing a caged Boarbatusk – before pulling out an old-fashioned blunderbuss with an axe head at the muzzle and striking the lock, freeing the beast.

"Bad match up." Jaune thought as he watched the Boarbatusk charge at Weiss. "Most other Grimm and she'd be fine, but the Boarbatusk's armor and hide are too tough – not to mention being lower to the ground causes a problem too."

Jaune leaned back and watched intently, missing the jealous pout Pyrrha threw his way.

"Why can't he look at me like that!"

-/-

Weiss side stepped the charging Grimm and slashed across its side, an all in all ineffective attack.

"Ha!" Professor Wolfe called. "Weren't expecting that were you?!"

"Hang in there Weiss!" Ruby cheered.

Weiss turned to glare at Ruby, missing the Boarbatusk charge once more, before hastily swinging her rapier at the beast – getting it caught in the creature's massive tusks.

"Interesting technique, I like it!" Professor Wolfe remarked.

Weiss, being far from a front-line fighter, struggled immensely to free her rapier.

"Go for the belly, Weiss!" Ruby called. "It's unarmored there!"

"Stop telling me what to do!" Weiss snapped, looking at the now cowed Ruby.

Unfortunately for Weiss, the Boarbatusk used her lapse in attention to disarm the heiress, who bayed a hasty retreat. Using the distance to its advantage, the Boarbatusk jumped up and curled into a ball, spinning rapidly before landing and launching towards Weiss. Weiss, meanwhile, used a glyph to retrieve her weapon before using two more to stop the Boarbatusk in its tracks and onto its back, before launching off of another and skewering the now defenseless Boarbatusk.

"Bravo, bravo!" Professor Wolfe called with well-hidden sarcasm. "Truly we are in the presence of a great Huntress!"

The sudden, tense silence was shattered by the bell sounding off, signifying the end of class.

"Alright class, I expect to see you all bright and early tomorrow!" Professor Wolfe called. "Dismissed!"

As the throws of students exited the class into the hallway, Yang led Weiss to an adjacent hallway.

"What was that?" Yang demanded in a measured tone.

"I have no idea as to what you mean…" Weiss shot back defensively.

"Don't play dumb, it ain't cute." Yang scoffed. "You know damn well what I'm talking about."

"I had it covered!" Weiss scowled. "If your childish sister hadn't insisted on distracting me, I would have finished that beast off in half the time!"

An eternity passed in the span of a few tense seconds, before Yang's loud laughter shattered it like a sledgehammer to someone's kneecap. "Oh, I can tell you weren't trained by a real Hunter."

"Excuse me?" Weiss demanded. "I'll have you know I was trained by the best tutor's money could buy!"

"Then you should tell daddy dearest to get a refund." Yang scoffed. "News flash, you pull that shit out in the real world, you'll not only end up dead – but probably end up get the rest of us killed along with you!"

Yang stalked forward, utilizing her near foot of height over Weiss to completely engulf her. "Being a Hunter means working with people you often despise, my uncle and dad taught me that, 'cause if all of us acted like you – Remnant would've been destroyed all long time ago." She stepped back with a scoff. "I know you're used to being treated like you shit gold, but that attitude ain't gonna fly with me – consider this your first strike, get two more and I'll personally ask Ozpin for a new member, hell, maybe he'll let us join up with ABLN, at least they seem to have their heads on straight."

Weiss looked on as Yang walked away, a flurry of emotions bouncing to and fro in her chest. Before shaking her head with a scoff and following her.

Sorry for the late update – a mixture of indecision, getting Dragon Age: Inquisition, and the sight being weird delayed this chapter quite a bit – and to Firefly25, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just tripping a security feature every time I try to reply – I'll try and get that fixed as soon as possible.

As you've noticed, I've changed Port somewhat – mostly just his name, as to use more of his inspiration Peter and the Wolf – which got me thinking about team RWBY in canon, and how they don't benefit at all being based off of fairy tale characters.

I mean, Weiss and Blake have more in common with Mordred and Dr. Jekyll respectively than snow white and beauty, and Yang and Ruby were so underdeveloped that its mostly aesthetics for them. So, I might change them somewhat going forward – just to make it easier for me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thank everyone for following, favoriting, and reviewing.