A/N Beat Red
Alt title: Not Beet Red
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Marveldcfanficlover: The issue with Ruby, is that she's reading Ninja's of Love. Thinking it's a dating guide for Hunters.
A Dancing Leaf: YOU'RE BACK! I MISSED YOU!
And, it's a weird mix here. Cyril is basically an academy cadet. He has about as much authority as a day one officer. People respect him for the path he's chosen. But he has no real authority over anyone.
Police are still a thing.
The Disarm Shout. It's real.
Singular Ash: I have no clue what you're talking about. Except the shouts. Though I haven't gotten around to them.
Samejake: I never left. I was just updating Zamaina
GideonBlackthorn: No one is protecting Raven. Ozpin promised not to involve Ruby in anything regarding the cult or secret wars or anything.
Mangouschase: Prepare for more! Because I'm setting up a fight series in this story!
JogglyJoeslime: No comment, no Susanoo. And I don't know.
Remnant of War: Who wouldn't? Raven is the baddie.
Anyumaaka: I was just taking a break to avoid burnout.
Hwang Manuel: mommy what's that!?
Don't look child!
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-Date, Time-
'Thoughts'
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-Vale city, 11/08, Lower districts, 4pm-
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Roman Torchwick POV
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"So not even the feathered menace could get the job done eh?" I say as I cross an arm over my chest, propping the arm holding my cigar up.
"He's better than your reports implied." She says, the white Grimm mask adding an echo to her voice.
I can only scoff at that. My reports said that there was nothing but the bare bones about the kid. He showed up, had an I.D. made, and disappeared for a few days before I ran into him.
Not even my contacts outside the kingdom had anything. Hell, my top informant straight up said, 'Refugee from an isolated village that got wiped out? Sure I got a couple thousand from this month alone.'
"I still fail to see how you managed to let him get away." I remark. "Must've had some really strong magic to bat you away."
That was a surprise to hear. A man wielding magic who isn't Oz? Though, apparently some of the relics can grant the ability to use magic to their wielders. It's just unlike the magic of Oz, Salem, or the Maidens.
"He, had tricks that I was unprepared for." She says evasively.
"Oh?" I raise a brow as I put my cigar out on the ash tray. And lean forward on the table. "Do tell."
"He fumbled and flailed about, making me underestimate him as he bought time for authorities to show up." She says.
Someone's keeping secrets. Not a surprise, but I have a feeling this could be useful. Whether blackmail, or a weakness I may need to exploit later.
So, looking to Neo. Who has been next to me on her scroll. With a content smile on her face as she stares at the screen. Head in her hand.
I tend not to care what she looks up. Last time it was pimple popping videos, and the time before that it was a documentary on how pigs eat a corpse.
But, stealing a glance. I see she's ogling a picture of the boy we're supposed to be gaining information on.
'That poor man.' I think empathetically.
Last boy Neo had a thing for, wound up chained to a basement radiator for three months before Neo killed him. And then she fumed for a week. Complaining about how there are no good men in the world. How they're are all liars and disappointments.
Not that I have any room to say otherwise.
"Neo." I say softly, earning a curious look from my adopted daughter. "What happened?"
She gives a gives a sharp, devious grin as she leans back and starts unbuttoning her top. Knowing the girl at my side, I piece it together as she takes a piece of paper and rips it after undoing the first button.
And then holding her scroll up to me. Showing me an ass in black lace that I'd pay top dollar for. Though the rest of her tells me the added baggage would not be worth it.
And then I step back as a sword slices out at the scroll. While Neo pulls back with a smile.
"You will delete that." Raven demands with a snarl, and I start turning towards the door.
"Roman!" The psycho with a working voice yells. "Tell her to delete that picture or she dies!"
'She thinks I can control Neo?' I scoff to myself.
Best I can do, is point her in a direction and hope the city doesn't catch fire.
Turning to the two. I look to Neo with a tired roll of my eyes.
"Neo, delete the picture." I say in monotone. And receive a smile, accompanied by a middle finger for my efforts. "Well I tried." I shrug and turn around as the table is flipped.
As soon as I step out of the room. My scroll pings.
Checking it, I see Neo sent me the image of Raven with her skirt pulled down. And I chuckle to myself at the blackmail I now have.
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-Meanwhile, Beacon, Ozpin's office-
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Lyman "Ozma" Ozpin POV
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"I think this is rather conclusive." I say as I show the CCT footage taken from the roofs. Showing a skirtless Raven tumbling through the air before disappearing through a red and black portal.
Vale is a relatively large area. But, it still lacks in available land. Which is why the buildings are so tall. As such, the necessary security is made to compensate. Most roof's have security camera's maintained by the city.
"No mistaking that ass." Summer sighs with a flat expression. "Such a shame she's straight."
"Hey!" Qrow barks in the seat next to her.
"I'm still mad at you." She crosses her arms and looks away from the drunk.
"It's not my fault you took what I said the wrong way." Qrow defends.
"Ahem!" I cough. Not willing to entertain this particular bit of drama.
The two look to me, then between each other. Summer closes her eyes and sighs before uncrossing her arms and gesturing for me to continue.
"What are the odds this is an elaborate ploy?" I ask the two. "Attack the boy and make it look like he's not with the cult in order to gain our trust?"
"With Raven as the antagonist?" Qrow raises a brow as he leans back and pulls out his flask. "Kid come back in one piece?"
"Unharmed." I answer.
"Not a chance." Qrow and Summer say at the same time.
"Ray's too prideful." Qrow answers. "If the kid got away unharmed, then it's because she lost. Somehow."
"Raven would make it look like she was forced to leave due to a more pressing matter." Summer answers. "And she'd make it look like he barely got away."
"And there is no way in hell she'd let herself lose like that." Qrow gestures to my computer.
"Well, that seems rather conclusive." I agree.
Unless that was a Raven lookalike and the real Raven opened a portal to catch the lookalike. Then it would seem that Cyril managed not to beat Raven. But at least escape her.
Which in and of itself is an impressive feat worthy of bragging for his age and experience.
It's not much wonder the Brother's Cult would want Cyril. They either know of his magic, or believe him to have a relic. If it's the former, I can see them kidnapping him and experimenting on him. Best case, they figure out that if two individuals who have magic have a kid. That kid will inherit magic from their parents. And Cyril becomes a breeding stud for any maidens they have. Willingly, or not.
Worst case, well. The scepter, Choice of Death. Grants the power to wield necromancy. And I've seen some truly horrid things done with flesh crafting.
Moving on from those morbid images.
"Then there's this." I play the footage from the street. The one where Cyril demonstrates the use of magic in three different forms. The first, is where he decompresses himself into blue rose petals. The second, the surprising one, is where he forms a platform under him to slow his fall and presumably save the civilians under him. Similar in construct to the Schnee glyphs, with a tad bit of a personal flare.
Then there's the point where he jumps and soars up. Likely more enhancement magic.
"I originally believed him to be a transmogrifier. His specialty being changing aspects of himself with magic. But the glyph, makes me think he's a mimicicist." I say, and notice the questioning looks on the two across from me. "A mimicicist is someone with mimicry magic. It was a rare form of magic that specializes in copying other fields of magic."
"Wooo." Qrow whistles. "Sounds powerful."
"Actually no." I say. "Mimicry is just that, mimicry. It cannot copy anything in full. Only in part, or to a lesser extend. An elementalist and mimicicist can both throw out fire. But their will be something weaker about the mimicist's version. Unless they expend more magic to match the effect of the elementalist. But again, that's still less effective."
Doesn't mean they were useless. Far from it. Everyone wanted a mimicicist around. Even if they weren't the best at something. They were always second best. Making them useful for if something unexpected happened.
"So, he's mimicking the Schnee." Qrow says. "And Ruby."
"Oh that's adorable!" Summer suddenly gushes. "He's copying his girlfriend's semblances and making them match. That's too cute!"
Again. Not getting into that territory.
Summer has, issues when it comes to family. Having lost her entire family in less than four years has. She's developed unique attachments.
"With this I believe-"
"If Cyril and Weiss have children, and Cyril marries Ruby then I'll have snow fox grandbabies!" She cuts me off.
"Wouldn't it be better if Ruby has the kids?" Qrow says, before shaking his head. "Wait why are we on this?"
I just shrug.
"Well there's no guarantee the children will be Faunus." Summer says. "Ruby is half human. And Cyril is pure human. So any kids they have will have a fifty fifty of not being Faunus. Not that there's anything wrong with that!"
And we've lost her. This is just like when she married Tai. Constantly fretting over Yang and her own pregnancy.
"Well, I guess it'd be the same with Weiss." Summer says. "But still, I want babies with fluffy tails!"
Qrow displays my current mood. Face palming before downing a swig.
"I, suppose that's all we needed to discuss." I sigh. "Summer, have you completed your reintroduction therapy?"
"Hmm?" She blinks. "Oh, yeah I-"
I cut her off by throwing a pen at her. One she doesn't react to other than to catch. And then glare at me.
It's a test. Had she not gone. She'd have flinched, or jumped back.
Hunter's who return to the cities after longer missions tend to be, jumpy. And prone to excessive displays of force. So they're encouraged to take reintroduction therapy. So that they don't stab a civilian for bumping into them.
It happens more often than you'd expect. The council has a budget dedicated to settling such cases.
"Really?" She asks as she tosses the pen back. "Who do you take me for, Qrow?"
"Hey!" Said man quips. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you're a lying, irresponsible bastard who can't be held accounted for his own health?" Summer says with a sweet smile.
"And?" He asks.
I just lean back and sip my coffee as I let them get this out.
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-Beacon, 11/09, Combat Class-
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Cyril Leon POV
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If anyone ever said that I'd be spending a day off from class, in class. I'd assume it was an in school suspension.
Not both of my girlfriends dragging me to class. Ruby, because she's addicted to adrenaline. And Weiss because she's a stickler for reputation and appearances.
"This is bullshit." Blake grumbles as she shares in my misery.
"Language!" Ruby hisses.
"Alright class!" Tai says as he steps out of the locker room reading a paper before folding it up. He pockets it and looks to the now full combat room. Full of temporary transfers from the other academies.
His gaze stops on us. And I point to Ruby next to me. At which point he just shakes his head and moves on.
"So, today will be a special tag battle tournament." Tai says with a grin. "How this will work is everyone has one point. If you defeat an opponent, you gain a point. If you are defeated, you are out and whatever remaining points you have are locked in. You can use a point at any time in the fight to swap out with any other student here. When you have made your call, the fight stops and you have ten seconds to name or gesture to whomever you want to switch with. If you defeat an opponent, you stay in the ring until you are defeated or tag out. Winner, gets a ticket exempting them from the lunchroom dietician. Any questions?"
That means the winner, doesn't have to have their meal choice run by the dietician making sure we optimize our nutrition. In other words.
Buffet ticket!
"What if we are low on aura, and someone calls us to switch!?" Penny's partner asks.
"Then unless you've already been defeated, you have to fight or use your point to pass it on to someone else." Tai says. "And no, you're not allowed to choose the one who chose you. No tag backs."
"Aw!" Nora whines.
'Oh!' I think to myself as I realize this will take some actual strategy.
"Does the ticket work for the team or?" Sun raises a hand to ask.
"Just the individual." Tai answers.
"I will murder you all for that ticket." I say sternly.
"You wish." Blake hisses with narrowed eyes. "They have dessert sushi, and they never let me have as much as I want! You will eat the pavement."
"Sir!?" Pyrrha raises her hand. "How are we going to do this within an hour?"
"Oh that's the thing." Tai grins. "Everyone check your schedules on your scrolls."
Doing so, we all see that our days have been cleared for this event. Last updated, six pm yesterday.
"You're telling me I didn't have to do that damn assignment twice over!?" Blake shouts at her scroll before pivoting her head to Weiss.
"Diligence is a useful virtue." Weiss defends immediately.
"I'll dilligently, mrmr hmm." Blake murmurs.
"Did you know about this?" I ask the smiling Ruby next to me.
"Maybe~" She says coyly, but the lack of a smug grin directed at me tells me she didn't.
Ruby, cannot keep secrets for the life of her. Not unless she thinks they might be dangerous secrets. Or if you really asked her not to.
She's just, that starved for conversation. That she'll delve into almost anything to keep someone talking with her.
"Alright!" Tai says as he pulls out a tablet and presses a few things. The screen behind him lighting up. "First up! Pyrrha!"
"Oh." Ruby whines. "That's, a rough start."
"No kidding." Weiss says with a nod. "In all my memory, the only person to beat Pyrrha is-"
"-And Cyril!" Tai finishes as our names appear on the screen.
I look over to the redhead across the isle and in the seats on the other end of the room. She doesn't look back at me, she doesn't make any reaction actually.
"Well, that's one point." I comment with a smile.
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Pyrrha Nikos POV
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Of all the opponents to go one on one. It had to be him.
I've been meaning to fight him. Get a rematch in and prove I can overcome bad habits. I've been practicing!
But, that's. I wanted it to be a private match. Yes I don't care about the invincible girl. But, I spent so long making her. It, feels like I'd be doing her a disservice to just, let her die like that.
I can already hear them. My peers, so assured I'll win! They know I'll win. Because it's just what I do. How, what would they do if I don't live up to that image? Will they hate me? Will they be disappointed?
What of my team?
"Are both contestants ready?" Mr. Xiao Long asks.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Cyril says as he tosses his axe up and catches it. Leveling a calculating glare at me.
'I-I, I need preparations!' I tell myself. 'Fix my armor, get goggles, clean my weapon! It's only been a day since I last cleaned it! I just need to prepare, that's it!'
"Ms. Nikos!" Mr. Xiao Long calls out, and I look up, seeing Cyril looking to me with a raised brow. As though he's concerned for the opponent he'll humiliate. "Is everything okay?"
"I." I drawl out. "Tag out!"
I then point to a random student. Much to everyone's surprise.
I can't do this. I, I couldn't bare to see their disappointment. I, I'm-
I'm pathetic.
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Cyril Leon POV
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'That's, odd.' I note as Pyrrha leaves the ring, and I watch as the beast of a man, Faunus, Bruder Rake steps into the ring.
He's a hulk of a man. Easily a foot taller than me. Wavy brown hair, tanned skin. Bee wings on his back. Scaled armor with a honeycomb design. A fuck you tower shield with a black faceplate and gold trims. A staff with a cylinder head. On a closer look, I see small protrusions at the top, and they look to be-
Oh, the top of his staff, is a Gatling barrel. Fuck me then.
"Alright, Mr. Leon!" Tai asks, getting a thumbs up from me. "Mr. Rake!" Bruder nods with a smile.
"Begin!"
Bruder wastes no time running forward and going for a leg sweep with his, hammer, staff? staff.
Going for a leg sweep, I jump rope the pole as I aim Winter's Thorn and pull both triggers and fire at his head. Just before I do, he goes stock still, and the bullets sort of just ping off him.
Touching back down, I jump to the right as he tries to shoulder check me. Where I activate my semblance, using the enhanced perception to aim and shoot his foot as he runs. Cutting of my semblance, I watch as he beats his wings and flies up as he shakes his foot. Hissing through gritted teeth as he turns around to face me.
I want to use my Thu'um. But, it's very aura draining. So, I'll refrain until I get to a tricky opponent.
Bruder angles down and charges down at me. Holding his shield in front of himself.
Sidestepping, I'm caught off guard as he pivots mid charge. Having gone stock still for a split second before course correcting and spinning around. Swinging his staff and clipping my shoulder right as I activate my semblance.
Bringing up my axe in slow motion, I face the blade up. Letting the staff get caught and pulling back with a harsh yank. Using a little magic reinforcement because fuck that hurt my shoulder. And I really want to see him lose the staff.
The axe slides along the staff's haft and to the neck where it catches the head and he loses his grip with the force of my pull. Wide eyed, I aim my other axe at his head.
"Tag out!" He shouts just as I'm about to pull the trigger. "Um, uh him!"
He points at Sun.
"Do I get a point?" I ask, looking to Tai.
"Nope!" He shakes his head. "Only when you defeat an opponent."
If I lose to attrition, I'm going to be pissed.
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"Begin!"
As soon as Tai says that, Sun rushes forth. Swinging his staff, I activate my semblance. And watch him spin the staff and gain momentum. Helicopter twirling it above his head before bringing it down in a wide arcing sweep.
Holding a hand out. I catch the staff in my hand. Making sure the end is facing away from me. Reinforcing my hand with magic to enhance my base strength and actually pull this off.
Still stings.
I resume my perception. Just in time for Sun to kick up and use the force of his swing, transferred to his body, to roundhouse me in the head.
Worst time to cut off the slow time effect.
"Ah!" I hold my jaw as I'm forced to let go of his staff.
Though I catch it a second time as he brings it down for an overhead. But it collapses along the segment closest to me, the chain distending to allow the other three fourths to hit my side and yank the rest out of my hand.
Sun pulls back and reconfigures his staff, twirling it behind himself to gain momentum once more. In response, I unsheathe my axes. Having kept them holstered for this fight.
I switch them to khopesh mode. And bring them both up to deflect his sweep up and over, using their superior reach to stay well away from a hit that would take me off guard. And it pays off, because as soon as my blades hit his staff, he spins with his own momentum again. Only this time he ducks low, going for a palm strike to my leg.
He doesn't succeed. Because I bring my leg out and Levi Ackerman the man in the jaw. Sending him sprawling.
Stealing a quick glance to the board. I see that, despite us both having gotten solid hits. I'm still faring much better. With only about three percent taken from me. While Sun is missing closer to eight.
Sun rolls and gets up, collapsing his staff into nun chucks.
Deciding to fuck with him. I pretend to use my Thu'um.
"Tag out! Ruby!" Sun says as I take a breath.
"Are you kidding me!?" I yell.
I've been fighting, for five minutes straight at this point. That may not seem like a lot. And maybe it isn't to experienced hunters. But I'm not.
Ruby moves onto the stage, and readies her scythe with a smile.
"You wouldn't be willing to give me a break, would you?" I ask as a bit of sweat gets in my eye.
She cocks her scythe, and utters a single word in response. "Cookies."
"Right, well, fuck me then." I take a breath.
"Wha-wha, I, you, now?" Ruby stutters with a blush. "You really are a degenerate and a pervert!"
I stare at her, unblinking before I turn my gaze to Weiss. Who only crosses her arms and looks away. And while I can't hear her, I imagine her going humph.
"You're an idiot." I say to the blushing Ruby.
"Wha- hey!" She shouts and then turns to Tai. "Dad!"
"What?" He asks with a raised brow.
"Give him detention or, something!" Ruby demands.
"For what?" Tai asks with a shrug.
"But, he, I, you suck!" Ruby whines.
"Ruby!" Weiss yells. "Don't insult the teacher!"
Ruby just mopes as she's beset upon by all sides.
"Alright, are you ready!?" Tai asks, causing Ruby to look back up with a focused glare.
"Tag out!" I call and start walking to the bench. "Pyrrha!"
I make it to the bench, not paying attention to the rest of whatever as I lay down. Taking this moment to rest and-
"Tag out!" Ruby calls. "Blake!"
Recuperate.
For a second I thought-
"Tag, Cyril." Blake says.
"I, fucking hate you." I seethe as I slowly get up.
Blake didn't even get up. She just swapped immediately.
"Is-" I begin to say, but Pyrrha speaks over me.
"Professor, this feels, extortionate." She says. "Is there no rule against swapping out so quickly?"
"Nope!" He shakes his head. "Hell, by the rules, Ruby could've swapped with Cyril."
"Wait, really?" Ruby turns around to Tai as she gets to our spot on the bleachers.
"I wasted my point on this." Blake mutters.
"You planned this!?" I whirl around on them.
Weiss looks to the side and closes her eyes. Turning around, I see Ruby left. The locker room doors swinging open and closed. So, turning back to face Blake.
"You are literally the only one who can fight her and have a chance." She deadpans. "That and we're hoping that if you don't win. You'll at least tire her out for us."
"When was this decided?!" I ask.
"Mr. Leon!" Tai says impatiently. "You have ten seconds or you'll be declared forfeit."
"This isn't over." I point between the two.
Making it back to the arena. I stare Pyrrha down. Fully intent on venting my frustration on the nervous girl.
"Are both fighters ready?" Tai asks. After getting a reluctant affirmation from both of us.
"Begin!" Tai announces.
Pyrrha switches to her, rifle for some reason.
Using my semblance, I dodge where she aims. If she where using a gun meant for close quarters, this would be much harder. But the length of her rifle, makes it easy to see where she's aiming.
Though, to anyone with eyes unaccustomed to high speed movement. This probably looks like I'm dodging bullets.
Taking a step forward, I move out of her aim again. And cut off my semblance as soon as she pulls the trigger.
"Wuld!" I blur forward, appearing right in front of her where I grab her rifle and force it up, before punching her in the side.
"Ah!" She grunts before using her semblance on her rifle to force it from my grasp, where she transforms it to its gladius form.
The sword in her right hand, she sidesteps to my left. Where she stabs at my side, and I step my left foot back, letting the stab whiff past as I bring my right elbow to her throat.
"Gck!" She chokes with wide eyes, but manages to keep from losing her grip on the fight. Because she grabs my wrist with her free hand and uses the proximity to get a solid swing on my side.
I grab her wrist and use my greater strength to clumsily throw her about five feet away. Where she takes the opportunity to equip her shield and lower her hips into a proper stance.
I'm not using my axes, because I don't want her jamming any of the mechanisms with her semblance. I still have several fights to win. And crippling my arsenal is not going to do me any favors.
She's being oddly cautious around me. At least as compared to our last fight. Though, maybe that's the point.
I do have a bag of sand in my pocket after all. But using it here would be telling.
"Alright." I say as I put my hands on my hips, seeing this going nowhere. "What's the deal here?"
"What, do you-" She cocks her head in confusion.
"Wuld!" I dash forward, activate my semblance and hook my ankle on hers. Pulling her feet out from under her while I reach my hand out and grab her ponytail.
Air born and in my hand, I drag her a short distance by the hair. Before doubling myself over and swing down to slam her face down on the floor. And stomp the back of her head as soon as she's on the ground.
I hear a punch of boo's and insults from the crowd. But I ignore them. They just hate that I'm using underhanded methods. Or maybe it's Pyrrha's fans.
Pyrrha pushes up, using her semblance to lift her breastplate up and assist her. Rather than lose my balance like last time, I instead move my hand to stomp her hand that's holding her sword.
I activate my semblance to think. Because this is nothing like what I've seen her do with other opponents. So what is-
And then it clicks. The difference between me, and literally everyone else.
Training, and experience. It's Pyrrha's biggest issue. It's not just that she's unused to dirty tactics.
Pyrrha, is too used to sport fighting. She doesn't know what to do when her opponent has her pinned. Because she's never been pinned, and she's likely never had an opponent that doesn't let her regain her barring's.
How many years has she been a competitive fighter? How many rules are in competitive fighting? She's hardwired to follow those rules out of habit and instinct.
Hence, her fumbling when I do anything creative and unsportsmanlike. Against everyone else here who would capitalize on her inexperience in real fights. She uses her semblance in clever and subtle ways to get around.
This is just speculation, but. It looks like she's using her semblance to enable and justify bad habits born from tournament fighting.
Issue here is, I have very little metal on me. And there's no way she can manipulate my axes, without making it obvious she's doing it.
She's fighting an opponent, who fights dirty and has no formal training or even enough experience to have a concrete style. I am, everything she's been trained not to fight.
"I almost feel bad at this point." I say as I cut back to normal perception, just in time for Pyrrha to try and twist herself for a shield bash to my side. While my foot is still on her sword hand.
I still leap back, no doubt she's using her semblance to move the shield. So it'd be a much more solid hit than her position would allow.
Rolling with the miss, she gets back up. Switching her gladius to its spear form. She takes a low crouch and stabs my leg. Where I back up once more and she charges me. Extending the spear out.
The reason I stick to mid and close range, is because it's what works best with my semblance and my lack of training.
Using a spear, I can see where she's aiming her thrusts by switching focus between the spear tip and her wrist.
At this point, she's becoming predictable.
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3rd Person POV
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"This is becoming…" Weiss drawls out, not finding the words to articulate how she feels about the scene.
"Yeah." Blake mutters in agreement as she watches her teammate dodging stabs and thrusts.
Ruby says nothing as she narrows her eyes. Cyril claimed his secondary was thinking fast. Which would explain his fast reflexes and reactions. But, Ruby is used to highspeeds. And has been trained to track moving objects and images. Far more than any other hunter given her semblance. Giving her the ability to see motion much clearer than others would.
And that's what's causing her suspicion. Because, Cyril isn't reacting to attacks. He's predicting them. And looking at his eyes, Ruby can make out the near inhumanly fast way they move. That's when it clicks for her.
He's looking at Pyrrha's stance, and predicting her next move. He's not dodging on quick reflexes. He's moving just before she does. Giving the impression he's dodging.
That's what's been bugging her since she first saw him and Pyrrha fight.
"He's predicting." She mutters as she watches him move inside Pyrrha's guard and deliver a devious jab to her armpit.
"What was that?" Blake asks.
"Nothing." Ruby shakes her head before readjusting her hood. Watching as Pyrrha flinches, and Cyril grabs her weapon in the hand not pushing into her armpit.
He then yanks the weapon free from her grasp as he removes his hand. Causing her to stumble forward. Giving Cyril the opportunity to deliver a punch to the back of her head, while keeping a foot out to trip her.
She tries to recover from her fall, but Cyril stabs the unarmored area of her inner thigh. And, depending on the angle you watch the fight. It looks like he stabbed her crotch.
Unable to recover in time, Pyrrha remained helpless as Cyril jumped onto her back. Putting all his weight and force into a double kick as he let go of her spear.
And the buzzer sounds. With Pyrrha's aura entering the red. And Cyril, still above ninety.
It's not that Pyrrha is a poor fighter. She's even prepared herself for any of the tricks Cyril might've pulled. Like headbutting her, fish hooking her breast plate, spitting in her eyes. She was mentally prepared for his worst.
But it's because he didn't use his worst, that she was caught off guard and quickly lost her confidence.
And the class watching, erupted into mutters of conversation as they could hardly believe what happened.
"Damn, he's brutal."
"That was disrespectful."
"Surprised he didn't try to blind her."
"Ruby was upset about the flux being misused."
"Guess this proves her fights are staged."
"Who's his trainer?"
"He was clearly raised by bandits."
"A silver eyed bandit? Don't be absurd."
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Cyril Leon POV
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"You good?" I ask as I reach a hand down to the Spartan.
She slowly turns to me. And looks from my face, to my hand in confusion. Before taking my hand.
"Y-yeah." She says distractedly.
"Guess that makes us two, one." I say with a chuckle, referring to the two duels we've had. And the double battle that inspired her initial challenge.
"Um, yeah." She says before walking over and grabbing her spear. Collapsing the weapon to a sword again.
She then turns around and heads to the locker room without another word.
"Um, are you-" I try to say before hearing armor. And turn to see Jaune running past me to follow Pyrrha.
"Mr. Arc!" Tai calls.
"Tag Nora!" He shouts before barreling into the locker room after Pyrrha.
I, I think I fucked up.
"Okay then." Tai shrugs and goes back to his tablet. "Nix Kalt!"
"Fuckin' ace!" I hear the voice of the blue haired fish girl as she runs down the stairs.
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Jaune Arc POV
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"Pyrrha!" I call out for my partner.
Running through the locker room. I look in the private changing rooms, and the open area, before finding her in the showers. Curled up on a bench against the wall. Hugging her knees as she cries.
"Pyr." I say as I approach her.
"Leave me alone." She gasps between sobs.
"You know I won't." I say softly as I move to sit next to her.
I don't say anything as she cries. Because I already know the issue. And it's one that, it's complicated. Because it's the one thing that Pyrrha hates. It's also the one thing she's been waiting for.
But it's also something she's been building for the last seven years of her life.
The Invincible Girl, has just died.
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"I, I don't even know why I'm crying!" She sobs out. "I've, I've been waiting to lose! I want to get rid of the Invincible Girl! I hate her! I hate what she's turned my life into!"
I pull her into a hug as she cries into my shoulder. As, uncomfortable as this must be with my armor.
"Everyone just saw me lose in the most humiliating way!" She cries.
'Could be worse. He could've spit in your eyes and fish hooked your breastplate.' I think, but don't dare say.
"Do you hate that you lost?" I ask.
"No." She mutters. "Well, yes. But, I hate how I lost so, so completely! I didn't even get a solid hit on him."
I guess that's the real issue. If Pyrrha had lost more, gracefully. I doubt she'd be this beat up about it.
"I, I, I don't know." She stutters. "I-"
We're cut off by an explosion rattling the room and jolting both of us.
"You cunt!" We hear a girl call out.
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Bonus lewd
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Cyril Leon POV
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Sleepily getting out of my bed. I feel nature's call forcing me to get up, so I go over and knock on the bathroom door.
"Who is it?" I hear Ruby's voice, and realize the water's on.
"Me." I call back.
"It's open." She answers, and I open the door. The humid room making the air thick as the curtain isn't closed. Revealing Ruby in all her nakedness.
Holding Weiss against the wall as she makes out with the foxy girl. Weiss's legs wrapped around Ruby's hips as Ruby holds her against the wall.
"Uhh." Is all I get out as I feel my sweats tighten, and Ruby just looks back and wiggles her firm ass at me.
"Wanna join?" She asks, trying to sound confident, but the blush and crack in her voice say otherwise.
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"Oh, sweet, frick!" Ruby moans as I pound into her from behind. Her right hand on the wall, the other on Weiss's head as said girl licks my cock and Ruby's pussy.
"Shh!" I shush her, bringing a hand over to cover her mouth. My other on her hip as I pump my hips, water running down her as the showerhead leaves us both wet.
"Hmm! Rmm!" Ruby squeals under my hand, and I feel her tense up around as she thrusts her hips back into mine harder. The wet slaps of water splashing between us as she pants.
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Blake Belladonna POV
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'Stupid, horny, teammates.' I think as I lean my ear against the door, my hand under my skirt and in my panties as I, work off the stress. 'Not fucking fair! Sun is in class, and they're using their free day to fuck each other's brains out!'
The wet plaps and Ruby's squeaks die down. And I get ready to get up and-
"Weiss's… turn." I hear Ruby pant.
Not much longer, and I hear the plaps and moans return. With a vengeance.
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Cyril Leon POV
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Being too short for doggy style while standing, Weiss is instead pressed against the wall of the shower, her legs wrapped around my waist as I press my cock to her pussy.
"Ahn~" Weiss moans as I slide inside her, easier than the first time. "Oh, fuck you're so big!"
Kissing her neck, I try to be gentle. But Weiss has other ideas as she moves her hips, sliding herself along my length as holds my head tightly and moans.
"Oh, oh!" She cries out as I suck on her neck. "Cyril please! Harder! Please fuck me!"
'It's always the quiet, prim and proper ones that turn out to be freaks in bed.' I think as I start pumping my hips and bouncing Weiss on my cock.
"Ha, ah! Aaaiiih!" She squeals in my ear as my balls slap her ass. "Hn hnn! Fuck you're so good Cyril!"
She certainly knows how to flatter. That's for sure.
"Ah, ah!" Weiss gasps as she holds my head. "P-p-pull my tail!"
Doing so, I reach around and grab the furry appendage.
"Oh this is so awesome!" Ruby moans as she fingers herself, moving to stand next to Weiss.
Giving a good yank. Weiss screams and tenses up. Her pussy milking me for all I'm worth as she holds me tight. And Ruby grabs my head to pull me in for a kiss as Weiss rides out her high.
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Blake Belladonna POV
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Fuck this is better than my books!
"Your turn." Ruby says.
He's not done! How has he not finished!?
As I think this, the door opens and I fall back. Staring up the foot long cock.
"Blake?" Weiss says. "Blake!"
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"I can explain!" I shout as I launch out of bed.
"I don't need and explanation." My partner gripes as she tosses my Beacon cloths at me. "I need you to get dressed before we're late!"
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I need to stop reading Ninja's of Love before bed.
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A/N
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The reason Pyrrha lost so badly this time is due to a combination of nerves and fighting style.
Pyrrha manipulates the metal of an opponents gear, as well as her own. To guide the flow of battle. But, aside from his weapon, Cyril has very little metal on him.
It really shows how good she is, and also how horribly habitual she's become. That an opponent with a weapon, has no chance. But, Cyril didn't use his weapon which took away all control over him she might've had.
But also made the fight look that much more one sided.
That, and Pyrrha was scared. Not of losing. Not of Cyril.
She's scared of disappointing people and being ostracized. Which she believes will happen if she loses a fight.
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Also, the reason Ruby's been acting the way she has been with Cyril and Weiss. Is because she thinks the book she found, Blake's Smut, is a dating guide.
Oh for that reveal. It's going to be hilarious. On all sides.
Also, poor Cyril. Pulling in all the crazies. Ruby, Weiss (she has issues) and Neo.
What's next? Cinder?
Ha!
Or…?
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