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"Yang Xiaolong," Professor Goodwitch called up from the arena floor. A low murmur of excitement and anticipation went through the room. Everyone loved to watch Yang fight, her over the top style and unending flurry of blows made for incredibly entertaining combat. On the other hand, one of them was the poor soul who had to fight her and who wouldn't be nervous about that? Yang lifted herself easily from her seat and flashed a grin at her two teammates.

"I'll try and make it quick for you girls. We might even have time for an extra fight today." She engaged Ember Celica with a flick of her wrists and began making her way out of the row of seats, squeezing past Weiss and Blake.

"And Pyrrha Nikos." Professor Goodwitch finished and Yang stumbled a little, nearly falling flat on her face. She looked back to Weiss expecting some sort of witty retort but the heiress simply huffed and turned her chin up and away. Yang righted herself and finished marching down the stairs. She glanced up at Team JNPR as she descended into the arena and saw Pyrrha giving a small wave to her team as she too began heading down the short flight of stairs.

"Alright ladies, I want a good clean match here. Try to keep it contained, the classroom isn't built for full out brawls." Professor Goodwitch leveled a concerned eye at Yang which she did her best to laugh off.

"Don't worry Professor, we'll do our best," she went to extend a big thumbs up before realizing that her gauntlets were already engaged. She opted to just pump her fist in the air a little, hoping it had the same effect. Judging by Professor Goodwitch's barely audible sigh however, it didn't quite do the trick.

"It will be nice to have a true rematch Yang," Pyrrha had her hands folded neatly in front of her and a wide smile stretched across her face. She extended a friendly handshake out to Yang. Yang lifted her gauntlet encased hand and shrugged with a smile.

"I would but uhh-" Yang was cut off when Pyrrha made a fist as well and tapped her knuckles against the front of Ember Celica, "Oh yeah, that works. Good luck Pyrrha."

"And good luck to you Yang." Pyrrha dipped her head in a quick but polite bow before treading back to her starting position at the opposite end of the room. Professor Goodwitch retreated to her perch to oversee the match and Yang bounced on the balls of her feet preparing herself for the fight to come. She threw her arms back and brought them back in front of her in an x several times, shaking out her blonde tresses and trying to run over what she remembered of their previous duel. Pyrrha was strong sure, but she had beaten her before, this would be the same. She rolled her shoulders one final time and dropped into a stance, ready for the fight.

A mid-toned mechanical beep went off and the match was on. Yang dropped her front hand and lifted her rear guard. Pyrrha was advancing shield first, defensive against her decidedly offensive style. That worked just fine for Yang. She shuffled forward, maintaining her stance and preparing for the speed she knew Pyrrha possessed. When they were only a dozen or so paces apart Yang engaged a set of red dust shells in her right hand and lunged forward, eager to land the first blow and set the pace of the battle.

Pyrrha slid forward into a crouch, ducking low and raising her shield above her head to ward off the explosive punch coming her way. Yang tried to correct for the new angle but couldn't bring the blow low enough, fast enough. Pyrrha fell under her guard, knocked her right arm up, overextending the limb and slashed at Yang's exposed side with her blade. She spun around, whipping a single leg out behind her and catching Yang in the knees. Yang pushed off the ground with her good leg as she was tripped, putting herself into a tight backflip to avoid being laid out on the floor. As she unfurled she had no time to assume any sort of block before a round from Pyrrha's rifle slammed into her chest sending her back several feet.

Yang skidded across the floor and tried to collect herself. What in Oum's name had just happened? She glanced back up as she came to a stop but Pyrrha was on top of her. Yang ducked low and cocked her right hand back for an uppercut. Pyrrha swept in with her blade but Yang caught it on her left gauntlet, blocking the blow. Pyrrha spun around, shield high to counterbalance her weight and Yang lifted the uppercut at her unguarded chin. The Mystralian girl was just barely out of range, missing the edge of Ember Celica by a fraction of an inch. Yang fired off the rounds anyways, desperate to land any sort of damage on her. But Pyrrha continued her spin, sweeping low again and avoiding the blast. She brought her blade into the side of Yang's leg, buckling her knee and throwing her off balance.

Pyrrha proceeded to land a flurry of blows on Yang faster than she could regain any semblance of a guard. Instead of trying to defend Yang turned to her constant fallback, anger. As the hits rained down she felt her semblance charge and grinned internally. This was exactly what she need to upset the balance. With one final hard stab that made Yang wince in pain, even through her aura, Pyrrha retreated several paces with a neat flip, rolling her blade back into spear form and raising her shield once more. Yang threw her arms out to her sides and bellowed out in rage. Pyrrha was making her look like a fool out here. Yang activated her semblance, eyes red and hair ablaze with auric fury. She charged directly at the other girl.

Yang extended her left elbow forward, pointing both fists behind her and fired off a round from each hand to accelerate her towards her target. Her feet had left the ground as she careened towards Pyrrha and reared back an angry fist. Yang screamed and lunged forward, bringing around a vicious cross punch meant to decimate Pyrrha's guard through brute force, but it never landed. Pyrrha rolled off to the side and brought her blade down directly on Yang's outstretched arm. The momentum of her charge was redirected at the ground and she went into a hard tumble. Yang felt dust rounds pound her back and sides as she rolled helplessly across the ground. She came to a stop facing the ceiling, the tip of a spear and a very concentrated and determined looking Pyrrha. There was a loud buzzer and Pyrrha relaxed her stance.

Pyrrha rolled her blade back along her back and holstered her shield. Yang shook her head to clear the last vestiges of her semblance induced fury from her thoughts and propped herself up on her elbows.

"That was a hell of a match Pyrrha." Yang offered from the ground. Pyrrha extended a hand to help her off the ground which Yang gratefully accepted, "Where was that performance in the woods?"

"Everyone has good days and bad days don't they?" Pyrrha tried to brush aside the praise but Yang knew she was just being modest. That was far beyond the difference between an off day and not. She had been literally untouchable out there. Yang spared a glance up at the aura read out screen. Pyrrha's was at one hundred percent and Yang's was well into the red at six percent. More startling however was the timer, forty-five seconds. That was all it took? "You may want to watch those committed attacks though. Your side and arm were dangerously exposed on that final leap." Pyrrha gave Yang a genuine smile alongside her advice.

"Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks." Yang disengaged her gauntlets and extended a friendly handshake. They shook hands and made their way back to their respective seats as Professor Goodwitch began lecturing on speed and versatility in battle. Yang was still running over the match in her head. Pyrrha hit so hard and so fast it was really incredible, they needed to train together more often.

"Oh wow, you were right Yang. That was fast. I tried to send a message to Ruby that you were fighting but it was over before I finished typing." Weiss perked her eyebrows in glee as color rushed to Yang's cheeks. "I wonder if Professor Goodwitch would mind having two extra matches to make up the time."

"I bet you wouldn't even last thirty seconds with her Snowflake. You're just too fragile, ya know?" Yang made zero effort to avoid bumping Weiss's legs as she scooted past. Blake lifted her legs well out of the way so Yang could make it by unimpeded, not wanting to get in between the two bickering teammates.

"Ow, hey watch it you brute." Weiss slapped at the back of Yang's legs as the big blonde sidled past Blake. Yang ignored the slap and plopped down by her partner.

"See what I mean? Way too fragile to handle a fight like that." Yang laughed out loud but quickly quieted herself when Blake shushed them. They were still in class after all. She settled back into her chair, hoping the next fight was a little more entertaining than her own so people might have something else to talk about after class. Yang, of course, got no such luck as the students called out were Sky Lark from Team CRDL and Perry Winkle from Team APCT. Those two were such slow, straightforward fighters that the round was sure to be both boring and long, like one of Professor Port's lectures.

The fight began and the two boys circled each other warily, neither making the first move to engage. Yang stretched both arms up above her head and stifled a yawn. There was a sharp jab at her side and Yang couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She knew who it was, but had no idea where it might lead.

"What's up Nora?" Yang lowered her arms and spoke in a low whisper, hoping to avoid Goodwitch's attention.

"You kinda got your butt kicked." Nora giggled quietly and Yang grinned.

"Yeah, yeah I did. That's Pyrrha for you though right?" Yang threw her arm over the seat behind Nora.

"Yeah. She kicks my butt too." Nora laughed again. There was a very pointed cough from Yang's other side. She rolled her eyes, removed her arm from behind the other girl and held one finger out to Nora to indicate she needed a second before swiveling her head around to face Weiss. The heiress didn't wait for Yang to mutter some sort of derisive comment and instead pointed up to the Professor who seemed to be paying more attention to them than to the still combatless fight beneath them. Yang shrugged her shoulders in apologetic embarrassment and tried to sink lower into her seat. Professor Goodwitch shook her head in disapproval and returned to watching the fight.

"So Ruby's pretty down huh?" Nora asked but Yang refused to look over again. She was not risking getting into any kind of trouble right now. "I was saying earlier, we should take her out like when we went out a couple weeks ago. You know, just for fun." Yang picked her head up a little at that and checked the Professor's attention quickly. She wasn't looking so she could spare a moment.

"She really doesn't like dancing and stuff though and she isn't old enough to drink yet. I really don't think she'd have a great time." Yang knew that would bum Nora out and was met with a more than expected sigh. "You know what we could do though? She was telling me she needs to get her hair redyed soon. Wanna have a salon day?" Nora's eyes went wide with excitement.

"Do I?" Nora screamed and drew the eyes of most of the class, including the combatants below. Perry stumbled on the floor beneath them, startled by her outburst just as he had moved to make his first attack. He tripped on his own feet and came crashing down to the ground, hopelessly left to Sky's mercy. The other boy brought his weapon down on Perry's back several times before he could extricate himself from the tangle of limbs and discarded weapons on the floor. Perry finally rolled to his feet but had managed to leave his weapon and shield on the ground. Sky charged forward and despite Perry's best efforts to dodge soon had his aura in the red. Professor Goodwitch signalled the end of the match with the buzzer and a sigh. Yang and Nora both tried to hide their faces as best they could while the Professor started in on a quick lecture about maintaining focus in combat and blocking out unwanted distractions. Yang was sure that more than one pointed glance came their way but was far too busy pretending to take notes to notice.

"Uhh yeah I do." Nora whispered from between her arms which were crossed in front of her face. Yang chuckled despite herself. Did Nora just not know when to quit?

A/N - A much shorter chapter this time (the shortest in the whole story). It's probably mostly because this chapter was focused on the fight but by its very nature that had to be short and concise. It gets done everything it needs to though. Pyrrha and Yang got their rematch, Weiss and Yang continue to bicker and we have a wonderful day planned with Yang, Nora and Ruby. I'm sure that will go off without a hitch.

Ahh, also, just to quell any possible fears. 'Perry' will not be making any major appearances. I'm not one to do OC characters (at least not yet and not in this story). Perry and the rest Team APCT are just fillers. They are the sillouhettes, the people who never leave school uniform and stare blankly at the fights and professors from the seats around the main characters. I just wanted to give them some names for the sake of world building is all. Also, APCT is for Apricot, the team member Ruby saw in the hall before she and Jaune fought.

Thanks so much for reading. Please let me know what you thought.

-Zach