The hit across Sienna's back made contact with the butt of Ironwood's gun. Hitting her once or at all was a trial in of itself, hitting her to make it count seemed nearly impossible with how blindingly fast and agile she was, particularly compared to his metallic almost lumbering frame when compared to her reflexes, only affording him to be fast in one direction like a locomotive. She on the other hand was like an ebbing, weaving whip, just like her weapon which he had thankfully shot out of her hand....just like he remembered her.



To think, when they'd just been dance partners at the Summit in Vacuo's peace accords...now vicious opponents on the battlefield.



She was just as elegant, and regal as she was that night, and every bit as ferocious royal in demeanor in her fighting style.



Her eyes studied him with each strike, he could tell, as if he was being stalked in a jungle, even though they were a few inches from each other....He'd successfully prevented her from using the range of her whip by yanking her by it to his position, but she was proving to be just as a pill in close quarters melee.



The scratch marks on his metal and flesh arm were stringing in the cold , damp air.



Ironwood saw an opening at the same time that she did, h e delivered another strike to her gut with his strong mechanical arm, just as her leg made one to his chest in a massive kick...and both strikes made either War-Chief careen in the other direction.



As she skidded across the floor she rolled onto all fours, hissing, with her haunches arched like a jungle cat...her aura dissipated after flickering an fiery orange red.



On the other hand as he rolled to his feet, and a knee, his white/slate-colored aura flickered itself....they had both warn each other down. Now this was a dead eye game of roulette.



His chest heaved, mechanical and flesh, and so did her bosom beneath her Vacuo robes, and fog escaped her lips in the cold air as she regulated her breathing like a Mistralize Monk.



He nodded to her, and she nodded back, this was in fact a duel. His hand tightened on his pistol, only two shots left, and he could NOT waste them, one to make her dodge, the other to fire into the path of where she dodged to. His arm rotated making a mechanical whirring as it did, preparing to chamber for a strike if need be.



Her fist tightened on her whip hilt, and relaxed in rhythm, her wrist ready to flick it out like a snakes bite as it glowed with fiery gold.



The rain continued to pour outside, loud enough to drown out other sounds now that the heat of battle had died down by a smidgen.



FLASH went the lightning with blinding light, it was what both were waiting for. He lunged for her, firing as he dive rolled back up to his feet to strike her when she inevitably either dodged towards him, or a way from him in which case he could shoot her mid air in the jump...he'd gotten the shot off before, he could do it again. At the same time Sienna also lunged , like a Grimm Beowulf , the whip coiling in front of her a spider webbed net, but did not latch onto his arm, or strike at him at all.....instead it struck his gun, squarely on the nozzle, right as the shot went off, setting off a huge explosion that blinded him a second time......that was it....it was over.





He rose his metallic arm flipping his pistol in his hand to the butt to defend from whatever reprisal came after defensively, but the whip coiled around his wrist, and he caught a blur of her sailing past him before another strand of the whip lasso'd around his neck, and he was spun around and tugged off balance, landing on his back.





THUNDER resounded as they both came crashing to the ground....it all happening in maybe a second. She sat on him, with him half sitting up, with his gun hand and metallic arm ensnared, and any attempt to pull at the whip resulted in him strangling himself as she pulled her end taught....





Sienna's other hand was on his pistol, digging into the metal siding of it enough to crack it from the intensity of the moment, her chest and his heaved as they glared into each other's eyes knowing how close that had been for both of them.





Finally her lips curled into her royal smile, and the rain's patter was heard again to their right outside. She pantingly blew some hair out of her face, and actually smirked the way she used to before they were enemies.



"I win...General..."



Ironwood just let the adrenaline burn off as either attempt to try to get free or fight the pin would result in choking himself out, so as is, he was stationed with her sitting on top of him...which wasn't helping him cool down any.



"Familiar position....?" she said almost teasingly...



To be continued...



Part Two Part Two HERE

In honor of the new character debuting in RWBY due to the Volume 5 trailer, I have drawn the Tigress Faunus and White Fang Queen...Sienna Khan based off of Jungle Book's Shere Khan.This scene depicts her and Atlas' military General Ironwood (the Tin-Man) with the mechanical heart, and a will of steel...clashing in a tower in Mistral for the second or third time..."" as they...and of knowing each other previous to it...