I have no regrets in regards to that story title.

Yang's having her monthly check-up in Atlas. You're welcome to do some of these exercises yourself.

"Whenever you're ready, miss."

Yang Xiao Long focused intently at the task at hand. Index finger. Middle finger. Ring finger. Little finger. She moved each finger in turn up to touch her thumb. Faster now. Index finger. Middle finger. Ring finger. Little finger. Faster. Index finger. Middle finger. Ring finger. Little finger.

"Good job, miss! Your eye-hand-coordination seems to be working just fine. Let's move on to testing strength. Please sit down and take hold of this ball."

Yang did as instructed. The ball felt smooth to the touch as she traced the wooden pattern on the surface.

"Now I want you to slowly increase pressure to the ball until I say stop."

Yang looked at the ball in her hand and gently started to squeeze, soft at first, then harder and harder.

"Good, good. Now, I want you to squeeze it as hard as you possibly can."

Again she followed directions until the wooden ball exploded in her hand, spreading splinters all over the table and into her lap.

"Whoa!" her Atlesian physician exclaimed. "We might need to dial down the top strength on your prosthesis a bit so you don't accidentally destroy something… or someone." she added with a wry grin. She held Yang's right forearm as she pulled out a magnet with her free hand and held it over the prosthetic, slowly rotating Yang's arm around.

"There, that should do it. Now, how did the synthetic skin covering hold up against all those splinters…"

"Well the pain receptors seem to be working at least…" Yang answered as she inspected her palm, where some splinters had actually managed to pierce the skin. "That's always something, right?" She smiled at the older woman.

"Your prosthesis is fitted with a special subdermal gel that can be used to expel anything like this, so it was actually a stroke of luck this happened in a controlled environment. All you have to do is focus on the offending objects and what you want the gel to do." Yang looked at the tiny splinters in her hand. Out you go. She could feel the splinters being pushed towards the surface of her skin with some slight discomfort, until they all clattered down at the table.

"Huh, that's handy."

"Very." Her physician chuckled in response. "Well then, now we only have one thing left to check up. Please activate your Aura." Yang did as instructed and looked down at her hands that were now enveloped in a soft, orange-gold glow.

"Checks out, readings are normal. And now your semblance please." Without hesitating Yang brought her forehead down on the table full-force.

The physician yelped and recoiled away. "I do wish you would stop doing that. Isn't there a more peaceful way to activate it?"

"Sorry, it's either this or me getting excited or aroused, and no offense, but you're a bit too old for me..." Yang smiled politely.

"I'll make a note to get something less violence-inducing for next month's check-up then."

"Sure, I look forward to it. Heh."

The middle-aged physician rose to her feet while adjusting her glasses as she ran a hand through her loose flowing auburn hair.

"I'll see you next month then. Don't forget to turn your AI back on once you've exited the test area." The woman waved goodbye to Yang, turned a corner and disappeared.

Yang walked out the door and held up her arm as she turned towards the facility's exit.

"Always let your conscience be your guide. C'mon Penny, let's find us the nearest airship back to Beacon." A blue hologram floated above Yang's arm in front of her face.

"Of course, friend Yang! There is one leaving in 15 minutes from dock 22." Yang smiled and started to pick up the pace.

"Good. Let's go!"

AN: Got to congratulate Yang, she seemed to grasp those exercises pretty handily.

I do not own RWBY, that's RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.