Thoroughbred

Pyrrha wondered what she got herself into when she saw a beowulf Grimm fly by her and slam into a tree while disintegrating.

"Hahhahahahaha!" she heard laughter coming from the woods ahead where she saw her target touchdown, followed by the snapping of chitinous Grimm plate armor.

"Poor little piggy!" Jaune called out as he dug his elbow out of a Boarbatusk's back and watched it squeal in agony as its hind legs failed to work.

With a glowing black and silver stomp, the swine like Grimm's head exploded, and Pyrrha's gaze locked with the manic eyes of Jaune Arc as he swept his hair back off of his face.

"Ahh, THEE Pyrrha Nikos teaming up with THEE Jaune Arc." The blonde man greeted, "Ready to crush our enemies? See them driven before us? To hear the lamentations of their women?"

Pyrrha's eye twitched as she rethought her choices up to this point. She wanted a partner who didn't give a frump about her fame. Well, she certainly got one, but did he have to be so visibly… crazy.

"I don't think the Grimm have women." she uncomfortably responded.

"Maybe we just haven't found them yet." Jaune grinned and threw an arm over her shoulders, "But I assure you that when we do find the womenfolk of the Grimm, there will be lamentation."

"Oh my." Pyrrha's voice cracked as she realized that she shouldn't have teamed up with the guy who eats chalk for 'gains'.

On the plus side, Jaune was like a genuine wilderness guide as he led them through the woods. Thinking it was a good place to get to know the young man Pyrrha leaned into his obvious interest in nature.

"So how did you learn your way around the woods so well?" she asked with what she hoped was a sincere looking grin on her face.

"Never spent much time out in the woods myself, but I once ate a poacher with a scholarly disposition." Jaune answered with a wide toothy grin.

Oh dear, gods. Please let that be some kind of black humor joke.

"Do you have any ideas on how you'd like to develop yourself as a huntress?" Jaune asked as the hiked through a particularly rough section of the forrest.

"I'm not sure what you mean." Pyrrha answered.

"Well… I want to build a big lance, and put a cannon in it." Jaune told her, "And build a big suit of armor. Then I will throw myself around with my Semblance and hit Grimm with the lance while moving really fast. That's my plan. Huge mass and velocity coming down on a focused point. I don't think there is a Grimm alive that is immune to the cold and brutal math of physics."

"That… makes sense." Pyrrha nodded and thought about her future as a huntress.

In all honesty, she expected to continue using her gladiatorial equipment and allow the experience and knowledge she gained at Beacon to direct her skill set in its current form. After all, her current combat set up had been rigorously tested in Mystrali competition, and none of her encounters with Grimm as a combat school student made her question the effectiveness of her loadout as a Huntress.

"I don't have any plans set in stone." Pyrrha concluded, "I want to use my time at Beacon to find my path forward as a huntress."

"No problem with that." Jaune grinned, "We'll need to see how we mesh as a team before delegating combat roles anyway. Hard Target takedown isn't something I see a lot of Hunters focus on anyway as most people just focus on mob clear, so I feel pretty sure that building myself up that way will ensure I am always a welcome part of any team."

Pyrrha nodded, the point making a fair bit of sense. Pretty much anyone could unlock their aura, pick up a weapon, and fight lesser Grimm. The greater Grimm however cannot be taken down by just anyone with a pointy stick. In many cases expert Hunters or heavy armaments are required.

Jaune sounded like he intended to turn himself into the best of both.

"Any preferences for team mates?" the red head champion asked her quirky but competent new partner.

"Beautiful women uninhibited and madly in love with me." Jaune answered immediately, "Chill bro's down for chill hunting as a distant second."

The first part had been shocking enough for the champ. Did he mean he wanted her madly in love with him and 'uninhibited'? He was certainly handsome and packing a cock that still rested its girth on her mind…

Pyrrha pulled herself out of her cock induced stupor in time to dodge a speeding ursa and the young woman riding it while whooping in joy and the man in green running after her. The woman zapped the large bearlike Grimm with a pink lightning attack after clearing the tree line ahead of them.

Jaune offered her a hand up and the pair found their objective for the exercise. A set of stone ruins awaited with a series of large chessmen on pedestals. The woman who rode the ursa danced around with a the white rook piece on her head and Jaune tossed her its match.

"Don't think I like the imagery here." he spat, "I'm no one's chess piece."

"And here I grabbed this lovely horsey thinking of you." A dark haired girl with golden eyes showed off the whit knight piece while looking at her partner oozing lust.

Pyrrha had seen that look too many times directed her way to miss it.

"Hey!" Yang huffed from nearby, "I'm the one who grabbed the pony."

We all looked at her for a bit like she was an extra special kid.

"Is that because you want to ride him as your personal sex pony?" the girl who rode the bear asked her in confusion.

"WHAT?" Yang squeaked as she recoiled at the question.

"You know, cause the other girl made it sound all sexy, then you came in like it was your idea." she explained.

"Absolutely not." Yang denied.

"Of course not. I'm no one's sex pony." Jaune halted the discussion with authority and crossed his arms.

"I'm a sex Thoroughbred."