Bother Rabbit 3
AndrewJTalon
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Jaune was working diligently in the training simulator room. He practiced his sword swings, keeping pace, and trying to make the movements as smooth and natural as possible.
One, four, five... Five, three, one...
Pyrrha's lessons were ingrained into him like they'd been burned into his soul. He wanted to make it so refined he wouldn't have to think, to make it based on instinct...
The holographic knight countered his strikes, thrusting furiously. Jaune quickly parried and moved around, his footwork getting him around to flank the hologram. He lashed out with a shield bash, knocking the hologram back. Jaune thrust forward with his blade, and Crocea Mors went right through the knight's chestplate. The hologram winked out, and Jaune was left panting hard for breath.
Okay... Okay... Nora was right... Dancing like I want to win is the best way...
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Jaune froze and looked over his shoulder. He held back a grimace as he saw Hex Skvader standing there. Even through the black motorcycle helmet he wore, he could feel the rabbit Faunus' smirk.
"You move like a dancer... If he was drunk," Hex said mockingly.
Jaune scowled.
"What do you want, Hex?" Jaune demanded.
Hex shrugged. He held up a black chakram... And then split it into two. Both ignited.
"I was hoping for a challenge," Hex stated, "But I found you instead. So... How about a friendly little spar, huh? After all, I've got five minutes to burn. I could use a warm up."
Jaune bit down on his anger. He slowly shook his head.
"We're not allowed to fight outside of combat training," Jaune stated. It was a distraction, but it bought him time. Time to analyze things.
He's just after humiliating me, right? Right... Which means...
Hex laughed.
"What fight? This... Is a little friendly sparring!"
He leaped up into the air. A green hexagon made of energy appeared underneath his feet. He jumped from the hexagon and swung his chakram right for Jaune's head!
If it had been at the start of his time here... Jaune would have been down with just one hit. But he pivoted on his feet and dodged out of the way. Hex though was built for agility, and pirouetted to swing his blazing chakram right at him. Jaune got his shield up, taking the first hit and swing his sword out to parry the next.
Hex backflipped up over the strikes, artfully landing in front of him with a flourish. He laughed.
"That the best you got, Dead Last?" He asked mockingly. He threw a chakram, and it buzzed like a hive of angry bees! Jaune got his shield back up, but the blade slashed through the side of his thigh.
"GAH!" Jaune winced as he saw a bit of red through his jeans. "What the-?!"
"PAY ATTENTION, LOSER!" Hex shouted. He dashed forward, summoning another platform to leap up off off. He reformed it behind him, and kicked off to spring right at Jaune. He swung his chakram and knocked Jaune's sword right out of his hand.
"AUGH!"
Jaune fell back, as Crocea Mors clattered to the ground. Hex chuckled, and caught his other chakram as it circled back to him.
"See, that's the difference between talent, and some punching bag, Jauney-boy," Hex laughed. He held his chakrams out to either side. "Next one's gonna really hurt."
Damnit, damnit...! Jaune knew he should call for help. Call for back up. But he didn't know how this guy was going to react!
Okay... Okay... He's been toying with me... He can hit me from range all he likes but he's been getting up close... Up close... So...
Jaune got his shield up, and held a hand over his wounded thigh. Hex laughed again.
"Here we go~!"
He charged, forming a hexagon underneath his feet to leap up high. He dove like a falcon, both Chakrams burning with Dust and ready for the kill!
Jaune managed to block one chakram with Crocea Mors' shield. The other, Hex punched into Jaune's side... And Jaune was ready.
He wrapped his free arm around Hex's, and yanked him in. Remembering a move Nora taught him, he held up his knee and rammed it into Hex's stomach. He heard Hex grunt loud at the impact. Jaune followed through, pivoting like Ren taught him to drive Hex down into the floor!
Hex's fancy helmet fell off. He looked shocked... And even more shocked when Jaune swung his fist into his nose.
"URK! YOU-YOU SON-URGH!"
Jaune punched him again and again... Before he felt purple Aura surround him. He was yanked back. He looked and saw Glynda Goodwitch standing there, looking furious.
"Mister Arc! What is the meaning of this?!"
"He assaulted me!" Hex whined. Jaune's jaw dropped.
"WHAT?! He started it-!"
"I was offering him some pointers and he just decided to wail on me!" Hex added, blubbering through his bloody nose, "He called me a filthy animal, too!"
"That's a lie!" Jaune shouted angrily. "He-!"
"Enough!" Glynda growled. "Detention, both of you! Until I find out more, get to your dormrooms!"
Jaune glared angrily at Hex. Hex got up, pulling his helmet back on. And once again, he was sure the rabbit Faunus was smirking.
He clenched his fists. He picked up his sword, and under Glynda's scowl and Hex's helmet, he left.
Goddamnit...
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This is a bit of a cliche, but hell, it can work if you do the plot properly. So, how would this be resolved?
Jaune was working diligently in the training simulator room. He practiced his sword swings, keeping pace, and trying to make the movements as smooth and natural as possible.
One, four, five... Five, three, one...
Pyrrha's lessons were ingrained into him like they'd been burned into his soul. He wanted to make it so refined he wouldn't have to think, to make it based on instinct...
The holographic knight countered his strikes, thrusting furiously. Jaune quickly parried and moved around, his footwork getting him around to flank the hologram. He lashed out with a shield bash, knocking the hologram back. Jaune thrust forward with his blade, and Crocea Mors went right through the knight's chestplate. The hologram winked out, and Jaune was left panting hard for breath.
Okay... Okay... Nora was right... Dancing like I want to win is the best way...
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Jaune froze and looked over his shoulder. He held back a grimace as he saw Hex Skvader standing there. Even through the black motorcycle helmet he wore, he could feel the rabbit Faunus' smirk.
"You move like a dancer... If he was drunk," Hex said mockingly.
Jaune scowled.
"What do you want, Hex?" Jaune demanded.
Hex shrugged. He held up a black chakram... And then split it into two. Both ignited.
"I was hoping for a challenge," Hex stated, "But I found you instead. So... How about a friendly little spar, huh? After all, I've got five minutes to burn. I could use a warm up."
Jaune bit down on his anger. He slowly shook his head.
"We're not allowed to fight outside of combat training," Jaune stated. It was a distraction, but it bought him time. Time to analyze things.
He's just after humiliating me, right? Right... Which means...
Hex laughed.
"What fight? This... Is a little friendly sparring!"
He leaped up into the air. A green hexagon made of energy appeared underneath his feet. He jumped from the hexagon and swung his chakram right for Jaune's head!
If it had been at the start of his time here... Jaune would have been down with just one hit. But he pivoted on his feet and dodged out of the way. Hex though was built for agility, and pirouetted to swing his blazing chakram right at him. Jaune got his shield up, taking the first hit and swing his sword out to parry the next.
Hex backflipped up over the strikes, artfully landing in front of him with a flourish. He laughed.
"That the best you got, Dead Last?" He asked mockingly. He threw a chakram, and it buzzed like a hive of angry bees! Jaune got his shield back up, but the blade slashed through the side of his thigh.
"GAH!" Jaune winced as he saw a bit of red through his jeans. "What the-?!"
"PAY ATTENTION, LOSER!" Hex shouted. He dashed forward, summoning another platform to leap up off off. He reformed it behind him, and kicked off to spring right at Jaune. He swung his chakram and knocked Jaune's sword right out of his hand.
"AUGH!"
Jaune fell back, as Crocea Mors clattered to the ground. Hex chuckled, and caught his other chakram as it circled back to him.
"See, that's the difference between talent, and some punching bag, Jauney-boy," Hex laughed. He held his chakrams out to either side. "Next one's gonna really hurt."
Damnit, damnit...! Jaune knew he should call for help. Call for back up. But he didn't know how this guy was going to react!
Okay... Okay... He's been toying with me... He can hit me from range all he likes but he's been getting up close... Up close... So...
Jaune got his shield up, and held a hand over his wounded thigh. Hex laughed again.
"Here we go~!"
He charged, forming a hexagon underneath his feet to leap up high. He dove like a falcon, both Chakrams burning with Dust and ready for the kill!
Jaune managed to block one chakram with Crocea Mors' shield. The other, Hex punched into Jaune's side... And Jaune was ready.
He wrapped his free arm around Hex's, and yanked him in. Remembering a move Nora taught him, he held up his knee and rammed it into Hex's stomach. He heard Hex grunt loud at the impact. Jaune followed through, pivoting like Ren taught him to drive Hex down into the floor!
Hex's fancy helmet fell off. He looked shocked... And even more shocked when Jaune swung his fist into his nose.
"URK! YOU-YOU SON-URGH!"
Jaune punched him again and again... Before he felt purple Aura surround him. He was yanked back. He looked and saw Glynda Goodwitch standing there, looking furious.
"Mister Arc! What is the meaning of this?!"
"He assaulted me!" Hex whined. Jaune's jaw dropped.
"WHAT?! He started it-!"
"I was offering him some pointers and he just decided to wail on me!" Hex added, blubbering through his bloody nose, "He called me a filthy animal, too!"
"That's a lie!" Jaune shouted angrily. "He-!"
"Enough!" Glynda growled. "Detention, both of you! Until I find out more, get to your dormrooms!"
Jaune glared angrily at Hex. Hex got up, pulling his helmet back on. And once again, he was sure the rabbit Faunus was smirking.
He clenched his fists. He picked up his sword, and under Glynda's scowl and Hex's helmet, he left.
Goddamnit...
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This is a bit of a cliche, but hell, it can work if you do the plot properly. So, how would this be resolved?