Sibling fight
<Avip:Warning, I'm not used to writing action scenes, so it was quite difficult for me write this chapter.>
"Dialogue"
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[Original point of view]
"It's time to pay for your crimes… little brother."
"Noir Arc." I mumble aloud the name of my attacker. "Can you tell me why this is necessary?" I ask, pointing at the chain on my leg.
The chain on my leg pulls me through the street, getting me closer to my older sister.
I try to get up, but a boot pressed down on my chest, forcing me back to the ground.
Looking up I behold my aggressor, a blonde with short hair, cold and cruel blue eyes, and her imposing 1.95 meters (6'4" in American), 9 centimeters (3.5 inches) taller than me.
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Not that I was envious of my older sister, the successful and respected veteran Huntress dressed in black steel plate armor with golden details, wielding a sword in each hand held by chains on the handle making her look like a Death Knight armed with Kratos' Blades of Chaos.
…
Okay… maybe I was a little jealous of her.
A lump formed in my throat and my stomach begins to churn. She didn't step on me with force, but from the contact I was already at the mercy of her powerful Semblance.
"Go home and leave me alone." I growl at her, trying to hide my anxiety. "I'm a Huntsman in training at Beacon Academy now."
Noir looks at me with a raised eyebrow, doubting my statement.
"Here." I lift my scroll, displaying my student ID.
"I'm impressed." She says in a genuine tone.
I give a smile at the first compliment I received from my older sister in this world, I even regretted all the insults I shouted at her before fleeing the Arcs' house.
"It's truly incredible, how much the quality of Beacon's applicants has fallen to the point of accepting a weakling like you."
…
"Mega bitch, gaping asshole, blond cow, uber cunt, dyke bimbo, syphilitic dick sucker, communist-."
"Enough! I don't know what a communist is, but that is irrelevant." Noir says, cutting off my list of insults directed at her. "I will be escorting you home, where you will receive the necessary medical care."
Care? Is she insinuating that I'm sick?
Not knowing how to respond, I opted for my modus operandi.
"Fuck you!" Offense and swearing.
"That's what I'm talking about, Jaune." Noir comments in a tired tone. "Since the accident, you have displayed a drastic change in behavior, including swearing and exhibiting a more aggressive demeanor than usual."
Despite her formal tone, I begin to notice that she truly cared about my well-being.
"Everyone was jubilant when you recovered from your coma, but since then, you've changed so much, even father is worried about you."Despite her stoic face, her voice is filled with sadness. "I'm worried about you."
"Wow…" I muttered quietly, feeling bad. "But what about this 'paying for your crimes' thing?"
"You mean besides the money you stole?"
"That money was mine!" I reply indignantly.
"That money was for your college." She says in a dry tone.
In response, I could only give a wry smile and avoid her gaze.
Sighing tiredly, Noir took her foot off my chest and helped me stand up. As soon as I stood up, I took a step back, moving away from her for fear of being captured again.
"I admit you seem to have developed some muscles, but that doesn't matter, you're coming home with me."
"I say it doesn't matter what you want." I reply as I raise my voice, trying to assert myself against her. "It's my life, fuck yours, I'm going nowhere."
"So much unnecessary vulgarity." Noir said, shaking his head. "This just proves how immature and unfit you are to become a Huntsman."
"Are you a deaf woman?" I yell. "That ship has already sailed Noir, I'm on Beacon I'm a team leader, go live your life and leave me the fuck alone!" I curse, raising my hands to the night sky.
With an irritated face, the blonde took out one of her swords and points it in my direction. The weapon's blade and chain were black as night, which suited her name, 'Minuit'.
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"You are an Arc." Her voice was filled with authority and veiled anger. "The sole male heir of our lineage, you have obligations to the Arc clan."
SWISH!
Before I could complain or curse at her again, the weapon flew from her hand. All I could see was a dark metallic blur coming towards me. Startled by the speed, I raise my hands to defend against the attack.
"Huh?" I mutter aloud.
The sword hadn't struck me, it passed by my side, wrapping me in its chain.
"Straight to BDSM? At least buy me dinner first."
An angry vein bulged on her forehead, yet she didn't respond to my behavior.
"I gave my word to our father and mother that I would bring you home safely, even if I have to drag you unconscious."
I was pulled to the ground, again, with a tug of the black chain.
"And you know very well that a Arc never breaks their word.'"
I struggled futilely on the ground, trying to force the chains, but it was in vain. Besides the metal being of high quality, the chains were reinforced by Noir's Semblance. It was impossible to break them while she remained focused. To make matters worse, I had left my weapons and shield at Beacon.
"You haven't changed at all," Noir says in a tone filled with disgust..
"What?" I ask, ceasing my struggling.
Noir shook her head disapprovingly at me, seeming disappointed by my question.
"An enemy stands in front of you, and you've allowed yourself to be easily captured. Why? Because I'm your sister? Do you think I won't hurt?"
"Uh…" I murmur, speechless.
"I'm a specialized Huntress in hunting criminals, I've killed more people than I care to remember. Could you bear a similar burden as mine?"
Silence was my only reply.
"You might have become more aggressive and foul-mouthed, but you're still an unworthy weakling who fears hurting others in combat."
A strange feeling began to weigh on my conscience.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your fight when fleeing from the Arc mansion." Noir said, looking at me with shame for my actions. "Ten guards were injured, some of them frozen, burned, electrocuted, or just lightly wounded. But none died."
My eyes widened at my sister's draconian declaration.
"You think that's bad?" I asked incredulously. "They were just innocent men doing their job."
"Your point being?" Her voice came out graver and more intense than before. "They were standing in your way. Such weak conduct will only result in difficulties in the life of a huntsman."
"B-b-but—" I tried to respond but only stuttered a reply cut off by my black-armored sister.
"I love you, Jaune." She speaks with a stern tone, appearing somewhat depressed, akin to a parent who is dreading the task of reprimanding their child. "But you're weak, insecure, inattentive, incompetent, and above all, a coward who lacks the courage to kill those who oppose you."
Her words wound my spirit like a rain of sharp blades, but it was the next sentence that felt like a knife through my heart.
"You weren't born for this."
The casual way she said it uttered deeply within me. The pain echoed, revisiting a memory from my previous life.
'You're a lazy and forgetful person.'
The voice in my memory possessed a friendly demeanor, infused with concern and affection, yet the words spoken still weighs heavily on me.
'How about something simpler and less risky?'
This person was worried about me, wanted the best for me, yet couldn't help but crush my dreams and hopes with every sentence.
'You weren't born for this.'
Words became a crushing weight on my shoulders. I began to question if my dreams were mere empty fantasies. A mix of emotions flooded my heart. Disappointment, pain, and an overwhelming sense of despair.
Maybe she is right.
Perhaps I would never achieve what I longed for.
…
Still…
…
Still, a spark persisted within me.
Feelings of anger and hatred began to boil within me, anger toward those who didn't believe in me, against those who stood in my way, and most of all... hatred toward myself for not even trying to prove them wrong.
Will I make the same mistakes even in this new life? Will I once again accept what my family, even if it's a new one, wants to impose on me?
'… in this first week, you've already proven to be one of the best in terms of effort.' Echoes Professor Port's voice in my mind.
Noir reminded me of the failures of my past life. She shook my spirit, but not enough to extinguish my inner flame.
'Today, you've shown that creativity, versatility, and intelligence are indispensable tools in the life of a Hunter.' Repeats Glynda's voice deep within me.
A serene smile spread across my face as I reflected on how little time it had been since I began training. Despite having much to learn, I couldn't help but feel proud of what I had already achieved in such a short time.
"You know, onee-chan, if you had come a few weeks ago, I probably would've gone with you without resistance."
Noir opened a victorious smile at my declaration, but it was premature.
"However."
A golden, bright mist began to envelop my body, starting from my feet and rising slowly.
"You need to know that no one is born a hero…"
My body was now covered by the bright mist, obscuring Noir's view. Meanwhile, metallic plates started covering my body, sealing me in armor.
"What is that-."
Still constrained by the chains, I exerted force before she could finish her question, and this time, I felt the chains loosen and start to creak.
"How?" Says my wide-eyed sister.
SNAP!
Caught off guard by my power, Noir lost focus, and the chains snapped with a metallic crack as I stood up, taking advantage of her distraction. The mist dissipated, revealing the red and gold armor that covered me entirely.
"Heroes are built!"
My voice came out slightly robotic through the armor's speakers.
My chest swelled with pride, illuminating the night with the Arc reactor within it. I stared at my assailant through the visor of the Iron Man Mark III armor.
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"Your Semblance?" Noir asks for the first time, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Though she couldn't see my face, I gave a half-smile, lifting my head proudly. With her black sword fallen on the ground by my side and her broken chain, Noir found herself forced to draw her other sword, white and gold, Midi.
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"None of this makes sense." Her voice trembles and uncertain.
It was as if Noir were experiencing uncertainty about her victory for the first time in her life.
"What are you?"
Pointing both hands forward, I uttered the iconic phrase.
"I AM IRON MAN!"
From the palms of my hands, repulsors beams of light were unleashed, hitting my opponent squarely and rendering her unconscious, securing my escape.
…
At least, that was what I expected to happen.
What actually occurred was one minute of silence as my sister and I stared at each other.
"Was something supposed to happen?" a confused Noir asked.
"I think I'm forgetting something." I murmur, disappointed.
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Taking advantage of my distraction, Noir lunged at me like a black and gold missile.
WHOOSH!
Before I could even realize, she tackled me, holding me by the armor's face.
CRACKLE!
The visor cracked under the pressure of her force and her Semblance; the metal of the helmet began to press on my skull.
"You're scratching my paint job, you bitch!"
I couldn't activate the repulsors, but I managed to break the chain. I can still use the extra strength the armor provides.
Even with the cracked visor and my view partially obscured by my assailant's hand, it would be impossible to miss this close.
I pulled back my arm and utilizing everything I had learned in the past month, rotating my torso to put the weight of my body and the force of my back muscles behind this haymaker.
The punch went straight to her face, with all the training I had, plus the strength of the armor, landing a solid hit on her.
*thud!*
A dull and weak thud revealed that my punch had zero effect, shattering all the confidence I had just gained…
"Pathetic." The scorn in her voice only heightened my despair. "I guess you're just here for attention after all."
"You forgot something."
She raises an eyebrow confused, but before she could ask anything, I threw a small, bright blue sphere that stuck to her chest plate.
"This plasma grenade."
BOOM!
The sound of the explosion echoed throughout the neighborhood, and the dust lifted, covering us. I felt the impact from inside the armor, but I was shielded from the damage of the blast. However, Noir…
"Still pathetic."
She was unscathed.
"Your Semblance is so overpowered, not even your hair was damaged."
"Says the boy who creates technological armor and grenades with his Semblance."
Frustrated and holding me by the face, Noir lifted my encased body in the armor. I tried more punches and even kicks to free myself, but it was like punching an invisible wall of steel.
She released me into the air, but before my feet touched the ground, I felt an impact on my chest that threw me away.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" I shouted, flying and spinning through the air.
CRASH!
I hit the wall near the parked motorcycles, leaving a hole of my proportions.
"It didn't hurt at all, and I didn't lose any Aura; it just hurt my dignity!" Something I never had much of.
I got up quickly when a window popped up on the helmet visor.
{Structural integrity at 63%}
"What?"
After the warning, I looked down, finding a large cut in the armor just below the Reactor. In some parts of the damage, I could even see my clothes.
{Hull compromised}
"Now you are talking?" I ask, burning with anger.
But there was no response.
"You're the most useless AI-."
Mid-complaint, I realized my mistake.
"I made you without an AI…" I brought both hands to my head, protected by the helmet. "I'M AN IDIOT!"
I created one of the coolest armors in fiction without the damn artificial intelligence to help me pilot it. It probably only had the basic system to help with walking and keeping the person inside protected.
CLINK! CLANK!
Heavy and metallic footsteps approached me.
"Although I am not inclined to indulge in your vulgar language, you are correct." CommentsNoir, slowly approaching. "You were never the sharpest blade in the armory."
"Cunt." I retort to her, getting no reaction from my sister.
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This damn armor also consumes more than a sugar baby with a platinum card.
The golden mist of my Semblance emerged once again, now removing the armor around my body. Noir stares at me, eyebrows raised, sword in her right hand, wary about my actions. The cost of the armor wasn't so significant, but it was useless without being able to use its weapons or flight.
"Have you given up playing with dolls, Jaune?"
"They're Action-Figures, yo-you… Ellen DeGeneres, evil twin." I reply pissed out of my mind.
Taking deep breaths, I start summoning metallic gauntlets onto my hands with a button within thumb's reach. The new weapons hummed as I pressed the buttons on each one.
WHIIIIIIRR!
"What that toy can-."
BOOOOOOM!
The shockwave hit Noir, catching the black knight off-guard. She hadn't prepared her defenses against a sonic attack. With her boots anchored to the ground, Noir was dragged back a few meters, leaving the asphalt marked with two lines.
Even without the defense of her Semblance, Noir was strong, as evidenced by her instinct and experience guiding her to deal with an unknown attack.
Without giving her time to react, I activated the Shocker gauntlets once more, this time I wanted a longer and more powerful attack.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRR!
This time, I held the button longer, remembering that it made the bursts more powerful.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The sonic explosion was ridiculously powerful compared to the previous one. A white light engulfes Noir when she received the attack. Although I was sure I had hit her, I would rather not waste the chance and kept pressing the button.
The attack continued to grow, as I finally felt in control of the fight. That is, until I heard something from the gauntlet.
ZZZT!
"What?"
I felt a strange tingling starting to radiate from my fist.
ZZZT-POP!
Sparks came out from inside the gauntlets, the attack continued against Noir, but I felt something odd in my arms, almost like… my bones were vibrating.
"Shit." The vibration started to affect me and causes me a lot of pain.
Every bone in my arms seems to vibrate at a disconcerting frequency, as if they were being crushed by an invisible and relentless force. Each pulse of pain reverberates through my entire arm, making it difficult to maintain my combat stance. The intense agony threatens my strength, forcing me to cut the attack and dissipate the gauntlets.
SWISH!
While in agony from the pain, the white and gold sword whizzed in my direction. This time aiming for my legs, Noir probably wants to break them so she can take me home more easily. I think about creating a wall or shield to defend myself, but before I can react, a red and black figure jumps in front of me, intercepting the sword.
CLASH!
Quickly, the white chain is drawn back to the black knight's arm as the sword flies into her left hand. Furious, Noir glares at whoever had dared intervene between the two of us.
"Who do you think you are to meddle in Arc family matters?" She snarls in fury.
Immediately, I identify the figure just over five feet tall, despite her back towards me wearing weird black tight clothes, and her face covered, her scythe is too distinctive to conceal her identity.
"His first friend from Beacon." Shouts Ruby, dressed as a ninja, wielding Crescent Rose.
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…
"Friend?" Anger and confusion paints the face of the blonde in black armor. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"
With a shit eating grin smile, something I had never seen on the face of the little reaper, Ruby replied.
"Distracting you."
SLASH!
A black figure cut through Noir's leg, at the gap in the armor behind her knee. Despite feeling pain, the black knight refuses to fall and turns to punch her assailant. As her fist connected with her target, it dissolves into shadows.
"What?"
Distracted and surprised, Noir didn't notice the feminine figure that leaped over her after leaving her shadow clone behind. Landing beside Ruby, the figure also had her face covered and was dressed like a ninja, but the black cleaver in her right hand pointed out that it was Blake.
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"You're also his friend?"
"Meh." She says while shrugging.
"Thank you, Blake. I feel so loved." I grumble annoyed at her answer. "At least this disguise is better than the ribbon." I mutter to myself, forgetting her feline hearing.
Her body stiffens in response, but I didn't notice her reaction to my not-so-secret comment. I was too busy creating two new weapons, one for each hand. Both were black guns, the one in my right hand had blue details, while the one in my left hand was detailed in orange and red.
"This is my dearest sister-."I drawl out sarcastically.
"Don't worry." Blake interrupted me. "We heard everything."
"Okay…" Despite feeling oddly violated, I decide to focus on the conflict. "Blake, use hit-and-run tactics using your semblance to escape if she grabs you, don't engage in hand-to-hand combat with her. She is known for depleting Auras in a single attack."
"Understood."
"Ruby, don't engage in close combat with her, provide cover for Blake."
"But-."
She tries to complain, but I cut her off immediately.
"She is very dangerous," I stress in a serious tone. "Her semblance, Tactile Telekinesis, works like Professor Goodwitch's, only on what she has physical contact with."
Noir , outraged by me revealing her Semblance.
"Exposing my Semblance to others?" Noir seeths more furious than ever. "Does family mean nothing to you, Jaune?"
"At the moment it's a pain in the -"
CRASH!
Ruby and Blake jumped to the side, dodging the flying sword. The impact broke the ground, leaving a small crater in its place.
"Is her semblance just a limited version of the professor's?" Ruby askes.
"She doesn't have range, hence the chains, but it's probably 3 or even 5 times stronger than Goodwitch's."
"WHAT?" Ruby shouts. "B-b-but I've seen the professor lift pieces of concrete weighing 2 tons."
A white glow reflected the moonlight. Noir was using Midi in a wide arc, trying to hit us all at once.
"GET DOWN!" I yell at the two.
SWISH!
We manage to duck in time, Blake runs towards Noir, who retractes the white chain to confront the ninja Faunus attack. Meanwhile, Ruby jumps onto a lamppost and switches Crescent Rose from scythe to sniper mode.
Good thing I broke Minuit's chain, I think to myself, glancing at the black sword with its broken chain on the ground. We're only managing to dodge her long-range attacks because the white sword stands out too much at night.
BANG!
Crescent Rose's shot brought me back to the fight.
Blake was faster than Noir, attacking with the Gambol Shroud and dodging the blonde's swords was easy for her. However, my sister was a veteran of many battles and had experience dealing with agile targets.
Making a wider arc with her scabbard in cleaver mode, Blake tries to hit behind Noir's other leg.
CLANG!
However, an invisible wall deflected her weapon.
"Urgh!" Blake grunted, confused, only to be grabbed by Noir.
"You are mine." Says Noir triumphantly, holding Blake by her neck.
"RUN OR SHE'LL KILL YOU!" I yell desperately.
Noir's fist clenched as she closed her hand, only for her target to dissolve into shadows. Blake took some distance while coughing with a hand on her throat.
"She-she-she was really going to-" Blake stammers, terrified with Noir brutality.
A bright white and sharp glow flew toward her.
"BLAKE!" Ruby yells her name, trying to snap her out of it.
The sword pierced the night like an albino steel missile toward the Huntress apprentice.
FROOSH!
Only for the sword to be hit by a pale blue luminous burst, encasing Midi in a solid block of ice. Blake and Noir stared in disbelief as I lowered the blue-detailed gun and raised the other.
SIZZZZLE!
The other gun's beam, actually a liquid flammable fuel that ignites upon contact with the air, hit the part of the chain that wasn't trapped in the ice, melting and severing the sword from its owner.
"AAAAARGH!" Noir roared in pain when the heat from the chain reached her arm, once again proving that unexpected attacks are effective against her.
The three women stare at me, each reacting differently to Captain Cold and Heat Wave's pistols from the Arrowverse.
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Blake was perplexed, Ruby looked like a little girl seeing a pony for the first time, and Noir… was breathing furiously, consumed by hatred and disgust.
"ENOUGH!" Noir Shouts, raising one leg and then slamming it down with all the force of her muscles, Aura and Semblance.
CRAAAAAASH!
Blake jumps away from the cracks that opened in the street, the lamp post where Ruby was positioned bent, forcing the reaper to descend, the sidewalk where I stood split up, and I also noticed some cracks in the surrounding buildings.
"I'LL TAKE YOU HOME, EVEN IF I HAVE TO DESTROY ALL OF VALE."
She charges at Blake with such force that her impulse created a crater where she had stood.
"Urgh." Grunts Blake as she receives the punch at maximum speed.
Instinctively, Blake used her Semblance to throw herself back, to disperse the energy from the punch, but the impact was so strong that she was still threw against the wall on the other side of the street.
CRASH!
Through Blake's leg, we noticed her Aura flicker and then break.
"With just one blow?" SaysRuby in a horrified tone. "BLAKE!"
SIZZZZLE!
Moved by rage, I shot fire at Noir, only to be blocked by her Semblance.
"Damn!" I say frustrated.
If Noir knows the type of attack, she can protect herself from it, fire, ice, electricity, acid, impact, cuts, and explosions. Someone with a similar Semblance wouldn't keep the shield activated all the time, like her. It drains a lot of Aura, but Noir is an Arc… and we have plenty of Aura.
"You know that I would go easy on your friends, little brother." Noir says in a sadistic tone.
The blonde leaps again, this time towards my other ally.
"RUBY DODGE.!" I shout, trying to alert her.
She was still staring towards her teammate, Ruby only notices the danger when a large shadow envelopes her. Behind her, Noir fell with enough force from her punch to bury the little Rose in a crater in the ground.
SMASH!
Just like Blake, Ruby's aura flickers and then shatters.
"No…" I whisper, feeling helpless.
Noir walks over to Ruby's body, slowly, the black knight raises her boot over her skull.
"STOP!" I shout desperately.
I raised the firearm and fire at her.
SIZZZZLE!
The burst of flames hit her chest squarely, the air distortes around Noir, covered in flames. The fire ceased as soon as I released the trigger, only to reveal Noir unscathed, stepping on Ruby's skull, not even a burn mark appeared on her armor.
"GET OFF HER, YOU BITCH!" I yell, raising the other weapon and attacking her.
FROOSH!
The shot from the ice gun had an effect, beginning to encase Noir in a layer of ice, but in a few moments, I realize the ice wasn't touching her skin or armor. Her Semblance protects her from being touched by the ice beam, leaving a bubble of air around her.
CRASH!
Noir broke the ice that held her, opening her arms with little effort, without removing her foot from Ruby's head.
"Pathetic." Noir said with disgust at my attempts. "Do you always rely on these toys?"
The weapons dissolve into golden mist.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
I need something that can hurt her without harming Ruby.
I raised my hands as I began to materialize something similar to a futuristic-looking rifle. It has an elongated body, parts of dark gray metal, a long, thin barrel, and elements that look like electronic components.
"What is this now?" Noir asks, suspicious of the weapon in my hands.
"Gauss Rifle." I reply, squeezing the trigger.
When the counter reached 99, I released the trigger; the electromagnetic magnets firing the projectile at high speed, hitting the target and exploding in a blue light, but nothing happens.
Before Noir could speak, I got rid of the rifle and created something else, the weapon from the Paste-Pot Pete, and shot the glue at her. Once the female figure was covered in the liquid adhesive, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew…"
But I spoke too soon. The liquid wasn't adhering to her; in fact, it started to run down her body, as if it were water, I swore of course, if the ice didn't work then why would this???. Before it could fall onto Ruby and suffocate her, I dissolved everything into a golden mist.
"ENOUGH!" Noir shouts.
I froze immediately, obeying her, afraid that she would kill Ruby, crushing her head like a grape.
"You've already proven to be weak, and now it's obvious that your toys are useless against me." She declares.
I start thinking about using my dust. I can't create magic items with my Aura, but maybe I have enough to create something truly powerful, like a noble phantasm.
"She's still alive" Say Noir, catching my attention. "But if you create something else, I'll crush her skull."
I dropped to my knees instantly, feeling helpless, fearing for the lives of Ruby and Blake.
She smiles at me, removing her foot from Ruby.
"Empty your pockets." She says in a voice that is both commanding and threatening . "I don't want any weapons, hidden explosives, or even a scroll when I come take take you back."
My hands tremble as I empty my pockets. Desperation and fear choke my mind, as I can only think of the unconscious girls, held hostage by Noir.
The air is heavy and suffocating making it hard to breath, and each beat of my heart felt like a resounding drum in my ears. The uncertainty of what might happen to them tore me apart inside. I was failing to protect them. They were in this situation because of me. As I hung my head, trying to hold back the tears and control the trembling in my hands, I mentally pray any god listening for their survival.
It's my fault, I think, blaming myself inwardly. If I had dealt with the theft case earlier or at least asked Ozpin to talk to the Arcs if only I thought ahead instead of just trying to get better.
Noir is right, I am a complete idiot.
My heart pleads for a miracle, for the hope that all this would end without more harm.
"Wait." Orders Noir. "What's that in your hand?"
On the ground is my wallet, scroll, and speeder bike keys. In my hand, I hold a small glass vial.
"Is it poison?" Noir asks with concern.
My mouth opens and closes, but I can't respond to her.
"One last trick?" Annoyance is clear on her face. "And the most cowardly and dishonorable one at that. What does it do?"
"I-i-it drains Aura and makes the target unconscious." I mutter to my captor.
"Perfect." Says the black knight with a sadistic smile. "You will use it on yourself, and if you do, I give you my word as an Arc that I'll never attack your colleagues ever again."
Without hesitation, I removed the metal cap and injected the blue liquid into my arm.
CLINK! CLANK!
Noir's footsteps echoes through the street as the strange liquid runs through my veins.
"What are your final words, little brother?"
I couldn't help it, I give her a big, radiant smile.
"You're an unbelievably stupid cunt."
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E aí gurizada?
This chapter took longer than I thought. I'm not used to writing fights. But I hope you guys liked (or hated) my OC, Jaune Arc's older sister.
—simm36:
Muy buen capitulo el de hoy Yang y Pir teniendo el corazón a corazón fue la joya de este capitulo para mí. Muy buen trabajo.
—Response= Thank you for the compliment, I rewrote their conversation several times, I'm glad it was well received.
—AinzO0alGown:
His sister won't actually kill him,right?Right?
—Response= It's just going to hurt him... a lot.
—daniel_rahn:
Absouletly amazing man xD!! altough its surprising to see this past from yang it would make sense about why did the og yang prefer to date blake than any other guy, not like there is any guy that was of yang's interest, but now that mc exist here it make sense why she is so hesitant. Also love mc's progress and junior and millitia's reaction to mc.
Also FINALLY jaune's family is here, now it comes the best part, Ruby and the rest of jaune's love interest meets jaune's family, that interaction will be amazing, Just a small recomendation, make it so jaune has more than 1 mother, since in this world is normal for hunters to have a harem then it would make sense if jaune's dad also had a harem and thats why his family is so numerous.
—Response= Thank you for the kind words. The conversation between the two was something I took great care with and rewrote several times.
The idea of Jaune's father having a harem is interesting.
"Fuck you dad, I'll have a Harem bigger than yours."