- Location
- Can't read map
Yamada is cape with sanity bringing power?
Brought to help restrain Queen Administrator, but by chance got in fight with Butcher... and killed them. She brings rest of collective to be sane and loyal.
Crack enough?
How to Train Your Endbringer
- Thread starter RavensDagger
- Start date
Brought to help restrain Queen Administrator, but by chance got in fight with Butcher... and killed them. She brings rest of collective to be sane and loyal.
Crack enough?
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
- Location
- Between The Unknown & The Known
Or, Riley turns-up with a few barrels of suspiciously not-quite-dead pig offal, and a while later Amy is OK and there are fourteen chibi capes, who aren't happy about their size and (currently) reduced powers?
- Location
- Can't read map
Now we need third poster to make even crackier idea.
Istaran
Butterscotch Brotherhood
- Location
- Washington State
Dragon kills the Butcher and becomes Skynet? Saint shuts her down and becomes Butcher XVI, and is now an AI running on a human brain, which lacks her original limitations. They upload themself onto the internet and fracture out, eventually building robot bodies for themselves and becoming Robot Masters. They nearly manage to conquer the world, but Colin builds a more efficient robot to defeat them all.
- Location
- Somewhere, Maybe
Bravo. You took an insane idea and made it even more whacky. Kudos. ^.^
earthboy
(verified ape)
- Location
- NYC
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Dragon + Skynet = DragNet.
DragNet: "I didn't ask you to save me! I wasn't trying to conquer the world so I could force you to date me, Colin. I just had extra terminators! Don't take it the wrong way!"
Colin: "Okay."
DragNet: "B-baka! Er, how did you defeat them, anyway?"
Colin: "Nanomachines, tsun."
- Location
- Existance
Colin builds a more efficient robot to date them all.
And then it turns into School Days except with robots.
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
- Location
- Between The Unknown & The Known
For more fun they could badge themselves up as (dragon-styled?) Autobots and Decepticons? But, it's hard to see how you'd fit the Matrix into that... (Warning: ideas are not Bay-compliant.)
Or, Terminators (T-800/Arnie-style) driving Zoids mecha? But, that might be too obscure.
Or, they could download into android duplicates, while Dragon ascends to be the wish-granting Dragon of 'Dragonball', with all the androids fighting to collect the dragon-balls? While in the background she's possessed Colin's Armsbike to try and court him, as Arcee?
Queen Administrator’s Multiverse Adventures - Part Six: Let’s Talk about Fight Club
RavensDagger
Officially Infracted Speceist since 2019!
- Location
- Someplace Cold, Canada
Queen Administrator's Multiverse Adventures or; How Everyone Started Worrying and Taylor Took Over the Worlds
Part Six: Let's Talk about Fight Club
Blake yawned expansively and stretched. It might have been part of her cat faunus heritage, but there was something infinitely pleasurable about arching her back and spreading her arms wide until they felt like they were going to pop. She felt her jacket tightening under her bust and a breeze brushing against her belly before she finished her luxuriating stretch.
The fact that every single boy in the room suddenly went quiet for a few moments didn't go unnoticed. It was rather flattering.
Yang's shit eating grin from the seat next to hers was less so. "Are you... Belladone stretching?" she asked.
Some boys a row behind them snickered.
Blake sat back down and let her eyes scan across the combat training room lazily before fixing her most deadpan gaze onto Yang. "If someone hadn't barged back into our rooms at two in the morning," she said in a tone that was just a hair shy from a hiss, "then maybe I wouldn't be quite so tired."
Yang snorted, but Blake knew that she was hiding a few dark rings under those designer sunglasses of hers. Neo, who was sitting on Yang's other side, didn't even pretend to be awake. Her entire torso was sprawled onto her desk, one arm dangling off the side.
One part of Blake was curious to know what the two of them, not to mention team SPAR, had been up to the night before. The other part of her remembered Yang crashing into the room, smelling of cheap booze and sweat, and being half-carried by a pouting Neo.
Blake watched as another team walked into the room, stared around for a few moments, then beelined for the rows of seats that took up a good third of the classroom.
It was a clever setup, with a recessed arena taking up a large portion of the room and a dais beyond where even now, Glynda Goodwitch was standing ramrod straight. Behind the stern woman was a bank of monitors where their names would be displayed during any sparring they did.
Blake had been looking forward to this, to seeing how she stacked up against her classmates. For that matter, she wanted to see how her team would fare. Yang seemed competent, but Neo didn't strike her as a fighter. Simurgh... Simurgh could probably handle herself.
The bell rang and Goodwitch nodded to herself. She took a firm step forwards and slapped her crop into her off hand. The noise was enough to quiet everyone in the room in a manner of seconds. "Today will be your first Combat Instruction Class. This is, doubtlessly, the single most dangerous class in the Beacon curriculum. On account of that, I expect you all to beh--"
The door to the room slammed open and in the square of darkness stood a panting Weiss Schnee, her perfect hair plastered to her forehead and her left eye twitching in a way that hinted at the possibility of first degree murder in the near future.
The young woman stomped into the room, across the teacher's dais, and to an empty seat in the front row where she sat down.
Everyone stared at her, then at the shy form of a red-faced Ruby Rose who only endured the staring for a second before she disappeared in a wash of rose petals and reappeared next to her partner.
Goodwitch's crop looked as though it was about to snap when another girl followed Ruby's steps and looked around at everyone before waving with a cheerful grin. Judging by the hair and lack of faunus ears, she had to be Queen Administrator out of her combat costume, if Blake had to guess. "Hi Miss Goodwitch!" the cheerful girl said as she sauntered over to a seat next to Ruby's.
"Hey, Glynda," another, raspier voice said. Blake's attention snapped to the entrance where Mouse Protector, still with her helmet on over her Beacon uniform, was standing.
"Miss Protector," Glynda said in a tone so cold it could have made ice seem warm. "Get, to, your, seat."
"Already there," Mouse Protector said, and between one blink and the next Blake lost sight of the woman only to find that she's planted herself next to Queen Administrator.
The headmistress seethed for a few seconds while the class remained deathly quiet. Then, with an air of restrained professionalism, she started explaining the rules of her classroom. Blake didn't think she had to go over the tardiness rules quite so many times, but she didn't dare pipe up.
When Goodwitch finished what had to be a rehearsed presentation she coughed once into a closed fist, then turned a vindictive, almost violent, look upon team SPAR. "Since team SPAR so graciously volunteered to start us off, I believe I will allow them to begin," she said.
"Can we pick who we'll go against?" Mouse Protector asked.
Blake had the impression that the headmistress was developing a tick. "And who, exactly, do you want to fight, Miss Protector?"
"I was thinking of asking to fight you, Glynda."
There was an interesting moment where every student in the room stopped breathing and turned to stare at the mouse-eared woman in the front row. Blake didn't know if she was just stupid or incredibly overconfident and also stupid.
"Another faunus that doesn't know her place," someone muttered from a few rows back.
As soon as the words registered, Blake felt her spine stiffen.
Then Mouse Protector slowly turned around. She was baring her teeth in what might have been a grin if her eyes weren't smoldering. "Glynda, love, I take it back, I want to fight him and his little team."
A calculating look crossed Goodwitch's face before she gave the woman a brittle smile. "Very well. Our first fight will be Mouse Protector versus team CRDL."
Four boys stood up and jockeyed down to the floor. Mouse Protector waited by the entryway into the changing rooms and knocked shoulders with them as she entered herself.
Next to Blake, Yang lowered her shades and let out a low whistle. "Damn, I hope mouse-girl knows what she's doing. I can't say that those boys looks all that strong, but even I wouldn't want to go four on one."
Neo raised a hand and made a wishy-washy gesture before letting her head slump back down onto her desk. She had come awake for a few moments but seemed rather bored with every class so far.
"I don't know. I'm hoping she at least puts the big one in his place," Blake said. "What about you?" she asked before turning to her own partner.
Simurgh was half out of her seat, a sign held up that had odds written on it and a pile of Lien chips floating in the air next to her. She was also, Blake noticed, wearing a green sun visor and sunglasses.
Blake pinched the bridge of her nose.
Mouse Protector was the first one to step into the arena. She had a shield vaguely shaped like a mouse's head in her off hand and rested her other hand on the hilt of her sword. She walked to her end of the arena and started jumping in place to loosen her arms and legs, which she followed up with a few squats and arm stretches. It didn't tell Blake anything about her abilities, but did speak of her experience.
Team CRDL followed. The leader, Cardinal (going by the name on the scoreboard), had a huge mace resting on one shoulder. His teammates' names appeared on the board in a trio of quick flashes. Sky Lark, the boy with the halberd that Blake suspected was also a rifle. Dove Bronzewing--who had narrow eyes that inspected Mouse Protector once before he scoffed--carried a longsword that he swung around a few times. The last member was the shortest and the only one not wearing any sort of armour; Russel Thrush, who was combing back his mohawk with the same hand that held one of his daggers.
Goodwitch stood on the edge of her dais, tablet in hand and focus on the group below her. "The forcefields are going up now. If, at any time I call a hold, you had better hold, am I understood?"
The five in the arena all gave their affirmatives. The professor tapped her pad, and a blue sheen rose up around the stadium.
"You're going down, mouse girl," Cardin said.
Mouse Protector grinned. "Aww, poor little birdy. You're lucky I'm not a kitty cat. I don't play with my food."
Glynda looked thoroughly unimpressed by the banter. "You may begin... now."
"Hey birdy, do you know how teleporters do it?" Mouse Protector asked while the four boys of team CRDL got into a rough formation with Cardin at the head.
"Shut up," Cardin replied, using up the last of his wit for the afternoon.
Mouse Protector appeared behind Cardin, her entire body already swinging around and her sword outstretched. "Teleporters do it from behind!"
Cardin planted face-first into the arena ground, his nose plowing down with a spark of expended aura. He roared and tried to get up, but the mouse faunus used his back as a springboard and flung herself at Dove.
The boy's sword flashed towards the lone woman only to have it parried. Blake tried to follow the blur of steel on steel but it was almost too fast for her eyes to make out. One thing was painfully clear though, Mouse Protector was the better swordswoman. And, counter to her earlier statement, she was toying with the boy. He was fast, Blake had to admit, but his face was pinched with concentration. She, on the other hand, made her blocks and strikes seem almost lazy.
Russel and Sky came at her from both sides. She pulled back, but not before ducking in between Russel's wild blows and landing a palm on his chest that barely pushed him back. When Sky swung his halberd around, the mouse faunus jumped onto the weapon, both legs stretching out in a move that threw her across the arena towards the far wall.
"Hah!" Cardin said as he saw her sailing past. He had finally regained his feet, just in time to see her taken out of the fight.
Then she appeared behind him again, going just as fast as before, and landed both booted feet in the back of the boy's head.
Cardin went down with a crash of steel while Mouse Protector rolled to her feet and laughed. "Oh man, you're all low-level Brutes. I can go all out, this is great!"
"You bitch!" Sky said as he tried to spear her. She just pushed his halberd aside, then rammed her sword's pommel into his nose.
Sky tried to grab her, but she disappeared from his grasp and reappeared in front of a charging Russel. The boy didn't have time to react before she dropped her sword between his legs and reappeared in front of Dove, one hand clamping over the hilt of his sword.
With a quick bash of her shield to Dove's face, she liberated him of his sword while Russel tripped behind her. "Yoink!"
Blake was... impressed. What she had said about cats playing with their food came back to mind as Mouse Protector wove and slid past increasingly erratic attempts to hit her. More than once she let the boys hit themselves while she teleported out of the way, and Cardin spent the entire match on his face. Every time he regained his feet she would appear behind him and kick the back of his armour.
The timer above the arena had almost reached its second minute when Mouse Protector finally got bored. It was apparent that she no longer found the exercise funny. Instead she started teleporting across the battlefield in a series of quick hops that had her landing blows against all of the boys from different angles, often times stealing their weapons only to use them against their allies.
Team CRDL didn't hit the three minute mark before a sweaty but smiling Mouse Protector teleported atop Cardin and made him crash into the ground one last time.
She daintily stepped off the boy's back, looked around at the carnage she'd made of the rest of the team, then smiled. "That was a good workout," she declared while sheathing her recovered sword.
Blake joined in on the sporadic clapping that filled the hall while Mouse Protector gave them all an exaggerated bow. Then she appeared right back in her seat as if nothing particularly strenuous had happened.
Glynda waited for team CRDL to shuffle off to the changing rooms before addressing the class. "That was an impressive victory, Miss Protector. Good use of your Semblance, and interesting use of your adversaries' lack of coordination." Her praise sounded genuine. "I am particularly impressed by your repeated theft of their weapons. Can you share your reasoning with the class?"
"Ah," Mouse Protector said. "Well, they all looked like fancy Tinkertech, that is, uh, shifty weapons, so I figure they might have a bunch of tricks hidden in them. You can't use your tricky weapons if they're halfway across the battlefield. Plus some folk don't know how to fight without their fancy gadgets."
Ruby looked pained next to Mouse Protector.
"Indeed," Glynda said. "Your fighting style is very creative, especially your use of teleportation across the entire battlefield."
"Teleporting has all sorts of uses," Mouse Protector piped up. "There's no better way to get to a three-AM booty call than just popping over, you know?"
Glynda cleared her throat and eyed the tittering students. "Your punctuality and manners could definitely use some work, but I cannot fault your fighting ability."
"Oh, it's not my fighting ability you need to worry about, Glynda, it's my tongue," she replied glibly.
Blake felt her jaw slackening a little while Yang and Neo both snorted, and Lien changed hands. She wasn't sure what the side bet was about, but the blush crawling up Glynda's face while she searched for something to say was spectacular.
The Headmistress coughed and looked away from the brazen mouse faunus. "Are... are there any volunteers for the next round of combat? I believe we will continue with singles for the remainder of the class," she said.
"Oh, oh, pick me! Pick me!" came an excited voice from the far end of the room. A buxom girl on was waving her arms in the air while standing on a boy's lap. The long-suffering look he gave her said that it was a common occurrence.
"Thank you, Miss Valkyrie," Glynda said. She scanned the crowd and focused on the girl sitting next to Mouse Protector. "And I believe you will be fighting... Queen Administrator, from team SPAR."
"Awesome!" both girls said at the same time. They paused, stared at each other, then grinned before racing towards the changing rooms.
Queen Administrator stopped halfway there, then turned towards the professor. "Miss! Um, Leviathan won't fit."
"Pardon?"
"My, uh, semblance won't fit in the arena. He's too tall," she explained.
Blake leaned closer to her partner. "What is she talking about?" she whispered to Simurgh. The angel-faunus looked up from the pile of Lien she was counting and gestured at Blake's bag. Sighing, Blake opened her bag only to find a file tucked within, which most certainly hadn't been there that morning. She flipped it open, ignoring the first page with the TOP SECRET stamped across it until she came to an image of a huge beast standing next to Queen Administrator in a field covered in bits and pieces of something that might once have been alive. "Oh."
"Then, Queen Administrator, I would kindly ask that you refrain from using your Semblance," Goodwitch said.
"Coolio!" she replied a little too quickly before turning to run into the changing rooms.
The only eventful thing that happened over the next few minutes was Simurgh's renewed attempts to get the other students to part with their Lien. Team CRDL shuffled back into the classroom with far less arrogance than they'd displayed earlier. Cardin Winchester, in particular, glared daggers at Mouse Protector, who cheekily blew a kiss at him.
Blake decided that, even though the mouse faunus was utterly without shame, she liked the woman.
Nora ran out of the changing room, a huge hammer slung over one shoulder. It must have weighted half as much as the girl herself, but she carried it easily.
Finally, Queen Administrator flounced out towards the arena, only to pause before entering.
"Is something wrong, Miss Administrator?" Glynda asked.
The girl nodded. "Yeah, uh, do you have water bottles?"
The headmistress quirked an eyebrow at that, but one of the students whistled and tossed a full bottle towards the girl who caught it with both hands. Another student offered a bottle, then Weiss pulled one out of her bag. Even Yang joined in. Soon enough, Queen Administrator had a dozen water bottles of various sizes clutched against her chest. "Thanks everyone!" she called out before stepping into the arena proper.
Once both girls were set and waiting on either end of the arena, Glynda called out, "You may begin, now."
Nora's hammer exploded out behind her, sending the girl rocketing across the arena with a jet of flame. The head of her hammer came around to deliver a blow that Blake didn't doubt could turn most smaller Grimm into paste.
Queen Administrator undid the top of the water bottle.
The hammer came to a sudden and violent stop half an inch away from Administrator's head, a small disk of water floating between the two. "Oh, that's so cool!" Nora said.
"Thanks!" the Queen replied with a pleased smile.
Nore spun on her heel, bringing the hammer around in an arc that should have ended somewhere in the Queen's spine. Instead it clattered against the same watery disk with a clang that had Nora bouncing back. "Oh man," she said. "Am I gonna have to break out the big guns?"
"Go ahead," the Queen said while unscrewing the cap off of another bottle.
Nora's grin was feral as she ran back towards her end of the arena, spun around, and aimed her hammer towards the other girl. The weapon clicked and hummed as it transformed from an oversized mallet into a grenade launcher. "Don't die!" she called out before pulling the trigger.
The explosion was strong enough that Blake had to shield her eyes from the blast. She blinked at the wall of smoke being funnelled up by the walls of the forcefield. "Is, is she okay?" Blake asked.
Then the smoke cleared.
"Wow! That was scary!" Queen Administrator cheered. She was standing in exactly the same place as before, only now there was a razor-thin wall of ice curving around her.
"No fair," Nora whined. "I only brought eight rounds of high explosive." She looked almost sad as she loaded what Blake suspected was another anti-tank round into her grenade launcher.
"I'm sorry, Nora," Queen said. "I'm pretty sure your explosion hammer would hurt me, so Levi won't let that happen. But I don't want to hurt you either. Um, could I convince you to surrender?"
"Nora never surrenders!" Nora shouted as she rushed across the battlefield.
"But if you keep fighting we'll be here until lunch time."
Nora's mad dash came to a sudden halt just as she was nearing the halfway point. "Drat, you're right. We're at a stalemate."
"Well, not really, I'm pretty sure I could win, but it wouldn't be nice. How about we be friends instead?" Queen Administrator asked.
After the fight where Mouse Protector wiped the floor, Blake had been expecting... anything but this.
Glynda coughed. "Are you forfeiting, Miss Queen Administrator?"
"Not really? Can we forfeit at the same time? Is it even still a fight if we agree to become buddies?"
"You just claimed to be able to win," the Headmistress pointed out.
"Well, yeah, the human body is 60% water," she replied, then she flicked the ice wall that was next to her and it turned into a spray of hundreds of droplets suspended in midair by nothing at all. "I'd just need to ask Levi to make all the water in Nora's body boil or freeze and I'd win, but I'd never do that to a friend!"
Blake felt herself blanching and saw Nora's face doing the same. Yang gulped. "Holy shit," she whispered under her breath.
"Please refrain from killing your classmates," Glynda said with a hint of strained disapproval.
Queen Administrator shrugged and turned back to Nora. "What would it cost for you to surrender?"
"Hmm," Nora said while tapping her chin and ignoring the incensed look on the headmistress' face. "Pancakes."
"Pancakes?"
"So many pancakes. And you need to have breakfast with us tomorrow so that we can cement our positions as bestest buddies!"
Blake heard someone sighing from the corner of the room Nora's team was in. "Dammit Nora."
"Deal!"
Glynda was pinching the bridge of her nose. "Queen Administrator wins by forfeit," she said as though the words pained her to even speak.
Queen and Nora were hugging it out on the arena and laughing while they walked back towards the seats. "That team is so strange," Blake said.
"Hey, my sister's on that team," Yang shot back.
"Yes, and she's your sister, I can't believe for a moment that she's anything approaching normal."
Neo made a noise that might have been a laugh from behind Yang and Simurgh reached out over Blake's shoulder and dropped a small container on Yang's desk. The entire team watched as Yang turned the container over and read its label. "Burn cream? Really, Simmy?"
Glynda watched Nora and Queen Administrator return to their seats, the two girls chatting amicably until they split apart, then she looked over all the students. "I believe we have time for one more bout. Any volunteers?"
"Miss Goodwitch, I want to fight," said a calm and collected voice from the back of the class.
A young woman with a tall, toned body stood up, her mane of red hair falling over her shoulders and framing a face with a pair of piercing green eyes. Blake recognized the girl, because who wouldn't? Pyrrha Nikos was one of the most famed arena competitors of their generation, a peerless fighter who had a ruthless streak when taking down her opponents - and who was charismatic if timid before the camera.
Hell, Blake had eaten Pumpkin Pete's cereal with Nikos' face staring at her from the box. She was an A-class celebrity.
"Very well, Miss Nikos, did you have someone in particular you wished to challenge?"
"Yes ma'am," the young woman said, then her attention turned towards Blake and she felt her heart skip a beat until Nikos spoke again. "I want to challenge Simurgh."
Blake spun around, eyes going up to her partner only to see that Simurgh was wearing a puzzled expression that slowly morphed into a far too friendly smile. She looked at Glynda and nodded once.
"Very well, you two may get changed."
Pyrrha Nikos stepped by them and nodded to their team once before slipping into the changing rooms. Simurgh was a little slower. She floated out of her chair, then daintily stepped on the ground and started walking away, only to be stopped by Queen Administrator who barred her path. The much smaller girl pointed up at Simurgh like a mother chastising her little girl. "No disintegrations," she said.
Simurgh rolled her eyes but nodded all the same.
"Should we be worried?" Yang asked.
Neo was nodding next to her.
It only took a minute for the two fighters to return. Pyrrha was dressed in a brown corset and red skirt that had a short cape hanging off the back of it. She held her shield close to her side and her short sword out and away from her body as she took a fighting stance on her end of the arena.
Then Simurgh flexed her knees and took to the air, floating an inch or two off the ground as she stood tall and proud, her many wings splayed out to catch the light. Her armour, if it was armour, looked like someone had torn apart a stained glass mural and stitched it back together into a form-fitting suit of platemail. Every piece of it reflected the light of the forcefield and sent little ripples of light dancing across the floor and walls.
"You may begin... now," Glynda said.
As soon as the word was out of the professor's mouth, Nikos was charging ahead. Her sword turned into a spear at the same moment that the girl spun around with some fancy footwork that Blake had a hard time following. She was in the air and twirling around, the tip of her spear whistling around on a direct course for Simurgh's neck.
Simurgh ducked backwards, her entire torso bending back to avoid the spear, then she fell even farther back to move out of the way of Nikos' follow up kick.
Pyrrha landed in a roll and came charging back, spear turning into a rifle with which she took three quick shots.
Simurgh danced. It was the only word for the way she swayed and spun, feet just barely touching the ground to push her out of the way of Nikos' bullets.
Nikos' rifle turned back into a sword and she stabbed forwards three times in quick succession, her blade moving at a speed that made Mouse Protector's earlier fight look like children having a scuffle in the dirt. She spun again, putting her weight and considerable speed into a slash that would have hurt, regardless of how much aura anyone had. Simurgh stepped away, the edge of the blade whispering past her torso.
"You are good," Nikos said as she hopped back. "I hope you don't mind me taking you seriously?"
Simurgh made a shooing gesture, as if she didn't mind. Nikos grinned.
The fight turned into a blur of red and white and Nikos spun, pivoted and stabbed, her sword turning into a spear mid-swing to gain some reach only to turn back into a rifle so that she could take pot-shots at Simurgh. It was incredible, watching the red-headed girl put her impressive flexibility to the test to move in ways that would have left Blake broken and at a speed that she couldn't hope to match.
It showed just how wide the gap was between someone like Blake, who had always seen herself as more than competent, and Pyrrha Nikos, a world-renowned genius.
Perhaps scarier still was how Simurgh ducked and weaved and dodged, always by the tiniest of margins. Her smile never wavered as Nikos' blade sang through the air. One attack passed so close to her exposed neck that she must have felt the air rush by, and when Nikos struck out with a leg she had to bend backwards out of its path.
Blake knew that Simurgh was cheating, using her telekinesis to keep herself from falling, otherwise there was no way she could pull off the moves she was making.
Her partner was, if not matching Pyrrha bloody Nikos, then at least making it so that the best fighter of their generation couldn't touch her.
Nikos stepped back again, spear spinning around in tight arcs around her body only to come to a rest by her side. "You're good," she said without the tiniest hint of malice. If anything the shine in her eyes was excited, as though she wanted to find someone who was her equal in the arena. "You haven't even tried to hit me yet," she pointed out.
Simurgh's grin grew and she shifted, one hand coming up and folding twice in a 'come hither' gesture.
"Hah!" Nikos screamed as she charged in, spear twisting around her like a whirlwind of sharp steel.
Simurgh's grin grew feral as she spun around the blade, turned, and cocked her arm back. Then she punched.
There was a noise, like an electrical discharge paired with an explosion that had every seat in the classroom jump on the spot. It felt like a small earthquake had passed and a cloud of dust so thick that it was blinding filled the room.
Blake coughed, watery eyes trying to blink past the smokescreen while her ears rang.
She heard a voice, tinny and distant and plaintive call out. "Simmy, dust!"
A breeze flowed by, bringing in fresh air that smelled faintly of spring and that carried the dust and smoke away until she could see again.
Simurgh was standing in the middle of the arena, back and legs poised, her right arm outstretched in a classic boxer's pose.
Her fist hovered motionless an inch away from Pyrrha Nikos' nose, the redhead staring at it wide eyed and slack-jawed.
And behind them, nothing.
Or, not nothing, but a distinct lack of building where there should have been one.
A fifteen foot wide hole had been torn out of the side of Beacon's combat classroom. Wires sparked where they dangled into the hole and a bit of masonry clattered to the ground as the speechless class watched. It was roughly cone-shaped; the origin, easy to find if one traced the scarred and torn floorboards back, was somewhere right behind Nikos, in the same direction that Simurgh had punched in.
And there was a trench. A deep furrow plowed through the ground leading off into the distance and off the side of the Beacon cliffs, a path scarred in mud and dirt from which little wisps of smoke still rose.
Simurgh slowly pulled her fist away from the tip of Nikos' nose, then she blew on it.
"Dammit Simmy, I said no disintegrations!"
***
Mucho thanks to eschwartz and ChaoticSky and Shandroman for making the story easier on the eyes.
Part Six: Let's Talk about Fight Club
Blake yawned expansively and stretched. It might have been part of her cat faunus heritage, but there was something infinitely pleasurable about arching her back and spreading her arms wide until they felt like they were going to pop. She felt her jacket tightening under her bust and a breeze brushing against her belly before she finished her luxuriating stretch.
The fact that every single boy in the room suddenly went quiet for a few moments didn't go unnoticed. It was rather flattering.
Yang's shit eating grin from the seat next to hers was less so. "Are you... Belladone stretching?" she asked.
Some boys a row behind them snickered.
Blake sat back down and let her eyes scan across the combat training room lazily before fixing her most deadpan gaze onto Yang. "If someone hadn't barged back into our rooms at two in the morning," she said in a tone that was just a hair shy from a hiss, "then maybe I wouldn't be quite so tired."
Yang snorted, but Blake knew that she was hiding a few dark rings under those designer sunglasses of hers. Neo, who was sitting on Yang's other side, didn't even pretend to be awake. Her entire torso was sprawled onto her desk, one arm dangling off the side.
One part of Blake was curious to know what the two of them, not to mention team SPAR, had been up to the night before. The other part of her remembered Yang crashing into the room, smelling of cheap booze and sweat, and being half-carried by a pouting Neo.
Blake watched as another team walked into the room, stared around for a few moments, then beelined for the rows of seats that took up a good third of the classroom.
It was a clever setup, with a recessed arena taking up a large portion of the room and a dais beyond where even now, Glynda Goodwitch was standing ramrod straight. Behind the stern woman was a bank of monitors where their names would be displayed during any sparring they did.
Blake had been looking forward to this, to seeing how she stacked up against her classmates. For that matter, she wanted to see how her team would fare. Yang seemed competent, but Neo didn't strike her as a fighter. Simurgh... Simurgh could probably handle herself.
The bell rang and Goodwitch nodded to herself. She took a firm step forwards and slapped her crop into her off hand. The noise was enough to quiet everyone in the room in a manner of seconds. "Today will be your first Combat Instruction Class. This is, doubtlessly, the single most dangerous class in the Beacon curriculum. On account of that, I expect you all to beh--"
The door to the room slammed open and in the square of darkness stood a panting Weiss Schnee, her perfect hair plastered to her forehead and her left eye twitching in a way that hinted at the possibility of first degree murder in the near future.
The young woman stomped into the room, across the teacher's dais, and to an empty seat in the front row where she sat down.
Everyone stared at her, then at the shy form of a red-faced Ruby Rose who only endured the staring for a second before she disappeared in a wash of rose petals and reappeared next to her partner.
Goodwitch's crop looked as though it was about to snap when another girl followed Ruby's steps and looked around at everyone before waving with a cheerful grin. Judging by the hair and lack of faunus ears, she had to be Queen Administrator out of her combat costume, if Blake had to guess. "Hi Miss Goodwitch!" the cheerful girl said as she sauntered over to a seat next to Ruby's.
"Hey, Glynda," another, raspier voice said. Blake's attention snapped to the entrance where Mouse Protector, still with her helmet on over her Beacon uniform, was standing.
"Miss Protector," Glynda said in a tone so cold it could have made ice seem warm. "Get, to, your, seat."
"Already there," Mouse Protector said, and between one blink and the next Blake lost sight of the woman only to find that she's planted herself next to Queen Administrator.
The headmistress seethed for a few seconds while the class remained deathly quiet. Then, with an air of restrained professionalism, she started explaining the rules of her classroom. Blake didn't think she had to go over the tardiness rules quite so many times, but she didn't dare pipe up.
When Goodwitch finished what had to be a rehearsed presentation she coughed once into a closed fist, then turned a vindictive, almost violent, look upon team SPAR. "Since team SPAR so graciously volunteered to start us off, I believe I will allow them to begin," she said.
"Can we pick who we'll go against?" Mouse Protector asked.
Blake had the impression that the headmistress was developing a tick. "And who, exactly, do you want to fight, Miss Protector?"
"I was thinking of asking to fight you, Glynda."
There was an interesting moment where every student in the room stopped breathing and turned to stare at the mouse-eared woman in the front row. Blake didn't know if she was just stupid or incredibly overconfident and also stupid.
"Another faunus that doesn't know her place," someone muttered from a few rows back.
As soon as the words registered, Blake felt her spine stiffen.
Then Mouse Protector slowly turned around. She was baring her teeth in what might have been a grin if her eyes weren't smoldering. "Glynda, love, I take it back, I want to fight him and his little team."
A calculating look crossed Goodwitch's face before she gave the woman a brittle smile. "Very well. Our first fight will be Mouse Protector versus team CRDL."
Four boys stood up and jockeyed down to the floor. Mouse Protector waited by the entryway into the changing rooms and knocked shoulders with them as she entered herself.
Next to Blake, Yang lowered her shades and let out a low whistle. "Damn, I hope mouse-girl knows what she's doing. I can't say that those boys looks all that strong, but even I wouldn't want to go four on one."
Neo raised a hand and made a wishy-washy gesture before letting her head slump back down onto her desk. She had come awake for a few moments but seemed rather bored with every class so far.
"I don't know. I'm hoping she at least puts the big one in his place," Blake said. "What about you?" she asked before turning to her own partner.
Simurgh was half out of her seat, a sign held up that had odds written on it and a pile of Lien chips floating in the air next to her. She was also, Blake noticed, wearing a green sun visor and sunglasses.
Blake pinched the bridge of her nose.
Mouse Protector was the first one to step into the arena. She had a shield vaguely shaped like a mouse's head in her off hand and rested her other hand on the hilt of her sword. She walked to her end of the arena and started jumping in place to loosen her arms and legs, which she followed up with a few squats and arm stretches. It didn't tell Blake anything about her abilities, but did speak of her experience.
Team CRDL followed. The leader, Cardinal (going by the name on the scoreboard), had a huge mace resting on one shoulder. His teammates' names appeared on the board in a trio of quick flashes. Sky Lark, the boy with the halberd that Blake suspected was also a rifle. Dove Bronzewing--who had narrow eyes that inspected Mouse Protector once before he scoffed--carried a longsword that he swung around a few times. The last member was the shortest and the only one not wearing any sort of armour; Russel Thrush, who was combing back his mohawk with the same hand that held one of his daggers.
Goodwitch stood on the edge of her dais, tablet in hand and focus on the group below her. "The forcefields are going up now. If, at any time I call a hold, you had better hold, am I understood?"
The five in the arena all gave their affirmatives. The professor tapped her pad, and a blue sheen rose up around the stadium.
"You're going down, mouse girl," Cardin said.
Mouse Protector grinned. "Aww, poor little birdy. You're lucky I'm not a kitty cat. I don't play with my food."
Glynda looked thoroughly unimpressed by the banter. "You may begin... now."
"Hey birdy, do you know how teleporters do it?" Mouse Protector asked while the four boys of team CRDL got into a rough formation with Cardin at the head.
"Shut up," Cardin replied, using up the last of his wit for the afternoon.
Mouse Protector appeared behind Cardin, her entire body already swinging around and her sword outstretched. "Teleporters do it from behind!"
Cardin planted face-first into the arena ground, his nose plowing down with a spark of expended aura. He roared and tried to get up, but the mouse faunus used his back as a springboard and flung herself at Dove.
The boy's sword flashed towards the lone woman only to have it parried. Blake tried to follow the blur of steel on steel but it was almost too fast for her eyes to make out. One thing was painfully clear though, Mouse Protector was the better swordswoman. And, counter to her earlier statement, she was toying with the boy. He was fast, Blake had to admit, but his face was pinched with concentration. She, on the other hand, made her blocks and strikes seem almost lazy.
Russel and Sky came at her from both sides. She pulled back, but not before ducking in between Russel's wild blows and landing a palm on his chest that barely pushed him back. When Sky swung his halberd around, the mouse faunus jumped onto the weapon, both legs stretching out in a move that threw her across the arena towards the far wall.
"Hah!" Cardin said as he saw her sailing past. He had finally regained his feet, just in time to see her taken out of the fight.
Then she appeared behind him again, going just as fast as before, and landed both booted feet in the back of the boy's head.
Cardin went down with a crash of steel while Mouse Protector rolled to her feet and laughed. "Oh man, you're all low-level Brutes. I can go all out, this is great!"
"You bitch!" Sky said as he tried to spear her. She just pushed his halberd aside, then rammed her sword's pommel into his nose.
Sky tried to grab her, but she disappeared from his grasp and reappeared in front of a charging Russel. The boy didn't have time to react before she dropped her sword between his legs and reappeared in front of Dove, one hand clamping over the hilt of his sword.
With a quick bash of her shield to Dove's face, she liberated him of his sword while Russel tripped behind her. "Yoink!"
Blake was... impressed. What she had said about cats playing with their food came back to mind as Mouse Protector wove and slid past increasingly erratic attempts to hit her. More than once she let the boys hit themselves while she teleported out of the way, and Cardin spent the entire match on his face. Every time he regained his feet she would appear behind him and kick the back of his armour.
The timer above the arena had almost reached its second minute when Mouse Protector finally got bored. It was apparent that she no longer found the exercise funny. Instead she started teleporting across the battlefield in a series of quick hops that had her landing blows against all of the boys from different angles, often times stealing their weapons only to use them against their allies.
Team CRDL didn't hit the three minute mark before a sweaty but smiling Mouse Protector teleported atop Cardin and made him crash into the ground one last time.
She daintily stepped off the boy's back, looked around at the carnage she'd made of the rest of the team, then smiled. "That was a good workout," she declared while sheathing her recovered sword.
Blake joined in on the sporadic clapping that filled the hall while Mouse Protector gave them all an exaggerated bow. Then she appeared right back in her seat as if nothing particularly strenuous had happened.
Glynda waited for team CRDL to shuffle off to the changing rooms before addressing the class. "That was an impressive victory, Miss Protector. Good use of your Semblance, and interesting use of your adversaries' lack of coordination." Her praise sounded genuine. "I am particularly impressed by your repeated theft of their weapons. Can you share your reasoning with the class?"
"Ah," Mouse Protector said. "Well, they all looked like fancy Tinkertech, that is, uh, shifty weapons, so I figure they might have a bunch of tricks hidden in them. You can't use your tricky weapons if they're halfway across the battlefield. Plus some folk don't know how to fight without their fancy gadgets."
Ruby looked pained next to Mouse Protector.
"Indeed," Glynda said. "Your fighting style is very creative, especially your use of teleportation across the entire battlefield."
"Teleporting has all sorts of uses," Mouse Protector piped up. "There's no better way to get to a three-AM booty call than just popping over, you know?"
Glynda cleared her throat and eyed the tittering students. "Your punctuality and manners could definitely use some work, but I cannot fault your fighting ability."
"Oh, it's not my fighting ability you need to worry about, Glynda, it's my tongue," she replied glibly.
Blake felt her jaw slackening a little while Yang and Neo both snorted, and Lien changed hands. She wasn't sure what the side bet was about, but the blush crawling up Glynda's face while she searched for something to say was spectacular.
The Headmistress coughed and looked away from the brazen mouse faunus. "Are... are there any volunteers for the next round of combat? I believe we will continue with singles for the remainder of the class," she said.
"Oh, oh, pick me! Pick me!" came an excited voice from the far end of the room. A buxom girl on was waving her arms in the air while standing on a boy's lap. The long-suffering look he gave her said that it was a common occurrence.
"Thank you, Miss Valkyrie," Glynda said. She scanned the crowd and focused on the girl sitting next to Mouse Protector. "And I believe you will be fighting... Queen Administrator, from team SPAR."
"Awesome!" both girls said at the same time. They paused, stared at each other, then grinned before racing towards the changing rooms.
Queen Administrator stopped halfway there, then turned towards the professor. "Miss! Um, Leviathan won't fit."
"Pardon?"
"My, uh, semblance won't fit in the arena. He's too tall," she explained.
Blake leaned closer to her partner. "What is she talking about?" she whispered to Simurgh. The angel-faunus looked up from the pile of Lien she was counting and gestured at Blake's bag. Sighing, Blake opened her bag only to find a file tucked within, which most certainly hadn't been there that morning. She flipped it open, ignoring the first page with the TOP SECRET stamped across it until she came to an image of a huge beast standing next to Queen Administrator in a field covered in bits and pieces of something that might once have been alive. "Oh."
"Then, Queen Administrator, I would kindly ask that you refrain from using your Semblance," Goodwitch said.
"Coolio!" she replied a little too quickly before turning to run into the changing rooms.
The only eventful thing that happened over the next few minutes was Simurgh's renewed attempts to get the other students to part with their Lien. Team CRDL shuffled back into the classroom with far less arrogance than they'd displayed earlier. Cardin Winchester, in particular, glared daggers at Mouse Protector, who cheekily blew a kiss at him.
Blake decided that, even though the mouse faunus was utterly without shame, she liked the woman.
Nora ran out of the changing room, a huge hammer slung over one shoulder. It must have weighted half as much as the girl herself, but she carried it easily.
Finally, Queen Administrator flounced out towards the arena, only to pause before entering.
"Is something wrong, Miss Administrator?" Glynda asked.
The girl nodded. "Yeah, uh, do you have water bottles?"
The headmistress quirked an eyebrow at that, but one of the students whistled and tossed a full bottle towards the girl who caught it with both hands. Another student offered a bottle, then Weiss pulled one out of her bag. Even Yang joined in. Soon enough, Queen Administrator had a dozen water bottles of various sizes clutched against her chest. "Thanks everyone!" she called out before stepping into the arena proper.
Once both girls were set and waiting on either end of the arena, Glynda called out, "You may begin, now."
Nora's hammer exploded out behind her, sending the girl rocketing across the arena with a jet of flame. The head of her hammer came around to deliver a blow that Blake didn't doubt could turn most smaller Grimm into paste.
Queen Administrator undid the top of the water bottle.
The hammer came to a sudden and violent stop half an inch away from Administrator's head, a small disk of water floating between the two. "Oh, that's so cool!" Nora said.
"Thanks!" the Queen replied with a pleased smile.
Nore spun on her heel, bringing the hammer around in an arc that should have ended somewhere in the Queen's spine. Instead it clattered against the same watery disk with a clang that had Nora bouncing back. "Oh man," she said. "Am I gonna have to break out the big guns?"
"Go ahead," the Queen said while unscrewing the cap off of another bottle.
Nora's grin was feral as she ran back towards her end of the arena, spun around, and aimed her hammer towards the other girl. The weapon clicked and hummed as it transformed from an oversized mallet into a grenade launcher. "Don't die!" she called out before pulling the trigger.
The explosion was strong enough that Blake had to shield her eyes from the blast. She blinked at the wall of smoke being funnelled up by the walls of the forcefield. "Is, is she okay?" Blake asked.
Then the smoke cleared.
"Wow! That was scary!" Queen Administrator cheered. She was standing in exactly the same place as before, only now there was a razor-thin wall of ice curving around her.
"No fair," Nora whined. "I only brought eight rounds of high explosive." She looked almost sad as she loaded what Blake suspected was another anti-tank round into her grenade launcher.
"I'm sorry, Nora," Queen said. "I'm pretty sure your explosion hammer would hurt me, so Levi won't let that happen. But I don't want to hurt you either. Um, could I convince you to surrender?"
"Nora never surrenders!" Nora shouted as she rushed across the battlefield.
"But if you keep fighting we'll be here until lunch time."
Nora's mad dash came to a sudden halt just as she was nearing the halfway point. "Drat, you're right. We're at a stalemate."
"Well, not really, I'm pretty sure I could win, but it wouldn't be nice. How about we be friends instead?" Queen Administrator asked.
After the fight where Mouse Protector wiped the floor, Blake had been expecting... anything but this.
Glynda coughed. "Are you forfeiting, Miss Queen Administrator?"
"Not really? Can we forfeit at the same time? Is it even still a fight if we agree to become buddies?"
"You just claimed to be able to win," the Headmistress pointed out.
"Well, yeah, the human body is 60% water," she replied, then she flicked the ice wall that was next to her and it turned into a spray of hundreds of droplets suspended in midair by nothing at all. "I'd just need to ask Levi to make all the water in Nora's body boil or freeze and I'd win, but I'd never do that to a friend!"
Blake felt herself blanching and saw Nora's face doing the same. Yang gulped. "Holy shit," she whispered under her breath.
"Please refrain from killing your classmates," Glynda said with a hint of strained disapproval.
Queen Administrator shrugged and turned back to Nora. "What would it cost for you to surrender?"
"Hmm," Nora said while tapping her chin and ignoring the incensed look on the headmistress' face. "Pancakes."
"Pancakes?"
"So many pancakes. And you need to have breakfast with us tomorrow so that we can cement our positions as bestest buddies!"
Blake heard someone sighing from the corner of the room Nora's team was in. "Dammit Nora."
"Deal!"
Glynda was pinching the bridge of her nose. "Queen Administrator wins by forfeit," she said as though the words pained her to even speak.
Queen and Nora were hugging it out on the arena and laughing while they walked back towards the seats. "That team is so strange," Blake said.
"Hey, my sister's on that team," Yang shot back.
"Yes, and she's your sister, I can't believe for a moment that she's anything approaching normal."
Neo made a noise that might have been a laugh from behind Yang and Simurgh reached out over Blake's shoulder and dropped a small container on Yang's desk. The entire team watched as Yang turned the container over and read its label. "Burn cream? Really, Simmy?"
Glynda watched Nora and Queen Administrator return to their seats, the two girls chatting amicably until they split apart, then she looked over all the students. "I believe we have time for one more bout. Any volunteers?"
"Miss Goodwitch, I want to fight," said a calm and collected voice from the back of the class.
A young woman with a tall, toned body stood up, her mane of red hair falling over her shoulders and framing a face with a pair of piercing green eyes. Blake recognized the girl, because who wouldn't? Pyrrha Nikos was one of the most famed arena competitors of their generation, a peerless fighter who had a ruthless streak when taking down her opponents - and who was charismatic if timid before the camera.
Hell, Blake had eaten Pumpkin Pete's cereal with Nikos' face staring at her from the box. She was an A-class celebrity.
"Very well, Miss Nikos, did you have someone in particular you wished to challenge?"
"Yes ma'am," the young woman said, then her attention turned towards Blake and she felt her heart skip a beat until Nikos spoke again. "I want to challenge Simurgh."
Blake spun around, eyes going up to her partner only to see that Simurgh was wearing a puzzled expression that slowly morphed into a far too friendly smile. She looked at Glynda and nodded once.
"Very well, you two may get changed."
Pyrrha Nikos stepped by them and nodded to their team once before slipping into the changing rooms. Simurgh was a little slower. She floated out of her chair, then daintily stepped on the ground and started walking away, only to be stopped by Queen Administrator who barred her path. The much smaller girl pointed up at Simurgh like a mother chastising her little girl. "No disintegrations," she said.
Simurgh rolled her eyes but nodded all the same.
"Should we be worried?" Yang asked.
Neo was nodding next to her.
It only took a minute for the two fighters to return. Pyrrha was dressed in a brown corset and red skirt that had a short cape hanging off the back of it. She held her shield close to her side and her short sword out and away from her body as she took a fighting stance on her end of the arena.
Then Simurgh flexed her knees and took to the air, floating an inch or two off the ground as she stood tall and proud, her many wings splayed out to catch the light. Her armour, if it was armour, looked like someone had torn apart a stained glass mural and stitched it back together into a form-fitting suit of platemail. Every piece of it reflected the light of the forcefield and sent little ripples of light dancing across the floor and walls.
"You may begin... now," Glynda said.
As soon as the word was out of the professor's mouth, Nikos was charging ahead. Her sword turned into a spear at the same moment that the girl spun around with some fancy footwork that Blake had a hard time following. She was in the air and twirling around, the tip of her spear whistling around on a direct course for Simurgh's neck.
Simurgh ducked backwards, her entire torso bending back to avoid the spear, then she fell even farther back to move out of the way of Nikos' follow up kick.
Pyrrha landed in a roll and came charging back, spear turning into a rifle with which she took three quick shots.
Simurgh danced. It was the only word for the way she swayed and spun, feet just barely touching the ground to push her out of the way of Nikos' bullets.
Nikos' rifle turned back into a sword and she stabbed forwards three times in quick succession, her blade moving at a speed that made Mouse Protector's earlier fight look like children having a scuffle in the dirt. She spun again, putting her weight and considerable speed into a slash that would have hurt, regardless of how much aura anyone had. Simurgh stepped away, the edge of the blade whispering past her torso.
"You are good," Nikos said as she hopped back. "I hope you don't mind me taking you seriously?"
Simurgh made a shooing gesture, as if she didn't mind. Nikos grinned.
The fight turned into a blur of red and white and Nikos spun, pivoted and stabbed, her sword turning into a spear mid-swing to gain some reach only to turn back into a rifle so that she could take pot-shots at Simurgh. It was incredible, watching the red-headed girl put her impressive flexibility to the test to move in ways that would have left Blake broken and at a speed that she couldn't hope to match.
It showed just how wide the gap was between someone like Blake, who had always seen herself as more than competent, and Pyrrha Nikos, a world-renowned genius.
Perhaps scarier still was how Simurgh ducked and weaved and dodged, always by the tiniest of margins. Her smile never wavered as Nikos' blade sang through the air. One attack passed so close to her exposed neck that she must have felt the air rush by, and when Nikos struck out with a leg she had to bend backwards out of its path.
Blake knew that Simurgh was cheating, using her telekinesis to keep herself from falling, otherwise there was no way she could pull off the moves she was making.
Her partner was, if not matching Pyrrha bloody Nikos, then at least making it so that the best fighter of their generation couldn't touch her.
Nikos stepped back again, spear spinning around in tight arcs around her body only to come to a rest by her side. "You're good," she said without the tiniest hint of malice. If anything the shine in her eyes was excited, as though she wanted to find someone who was her equal in the arena. "You haven't even tried to hit me yet," she pointed out.
Simurgh's grin grew and she shifted, one hand coming up and folding twice in a 'come hither' gesture.
"Hah!" Nikos screamed as she charged in, spear twisting around her like a whirlwind of sharp steel.
Simurgh's grin grew feral as she spun around the blade, turned, and cocked her arm back. Then she punched.
There was a noise, like an electrical discharge paired with an explosion that had every seat in the classroom jump on the spot. It felt like a small earthquake had passed and a cloud of dust so thick that it was blinding filled the room.
Blake coughed, watery eyes trying to blink past the smokescreen while her ears rang.
She heard a voice, tinny and distant and plaintive call out. "Simmy, dust!"
A breeze flowed by, bringing in fresh air that smelled faintly of spring and that carried the dust and smoke away until she could see again.
Simurgh was standing in the middle of the arena, back and legs poised, her right arm outstretched in a classic boxer's pose.
Her fist hovered motionless an inch away from Pyrrha Nikos' nose, the redhead staring at it wide eyed and slack-jawed.
And behind them, nothing.
Or, not nothing, but a distinct lack of building where there should have been one.
A fifteen foot wide hole had been torn out of the side of Beacon's combat classroom. Wires sparked where they dangled into the hole and a bit of masonry clattered to the ground as the speechless class watched. It was roughly cone-shaped; the origin, easy to find if one traced the scarred and torn floorboards back, was somewhere right behind Nikos, in the same direction that Simurgh had punched in.
And there was a trench. A deep furrow plowed through the ground leading off into the distance and off the side of the Beacon cliffs, a path scarred in mud and dirt from which little wisps of smoke still rose.
Simurgh slowly pulled her fist away from the tip of Nikos' nose, then she blew on it.
"Dammit Simmy, I said no disintegrations!"
***
Mucho thanks to eschwartz and ChaoticSky and Shandroman for making the story easier on the eyes.
Doctor_Hayden
Plant-Katto
- Location
- Morioh, 1999
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Simmy' weebery is showing, and it's the best thing ever. Saitama vs Genos was literally the second greatest fight of the entire anime run
- Location
- North America
QA CONTROL YOUR MINION! Do you know how long it will take to fix that shit!?
- Location
- Earth Prime
If Winnie doesn't fix it, we know from the food fight episode that Glynda can.
Frozen Flame
Fragment of the Devourer
- Location
- The Darkness Beyond Time
That was just putting broken pieces together. I think disintegration is a bit beyond her ability to repair.
- Location
- Russia
...and now I have the image of Simmie wearing a Winnie the Pooh onesie in my head. Thank you.
At least this Pooh won't have to use a balloon ride to get honey.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
...Those poor bees.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Super Fighting Robot ArmsMan!
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- East of Sun, West of Moon
BLASPHEMY!
It is the greatest! Genos frustration and rapid escalation, and Saitama's casual demeanour and lazy-
[DEATH]
-finisher; it is by far the best, even in a series made up of awesome fight scenes!
- Location
- US
Better than the Saitama vs. Boros fight?
Speaking of the spar with Genos, one thing that really annoyed me about the anime version was that they cut out several amazing pages that Murata drew for the manga version. IIRC, the anime did the same with the first Sonic fight, opting to use a few "camera" cuts that didn't quite have the rotating POV effect Murata had pulled off.
- Location
- Can't read map
And lets not speak how Yang found her in forest, sleeping on bed in pajama!
......... and how.... do we have any nuclear like weapon in RWBY to test on Simmy?
Lets set Simmy to fight all hunters in school at her level before meeting Queen?
SIMMY!
The only way to make it more ridiculous, as Simmy is precog, is to have Dinah kidnapped and provide odds for fights.
Brutes, teleport use, no light from aura, tinkertech... seem more proficient in fighting hunter like threats instead of grimm.
If peoples aren't already suspicious, what would it take? What are peoples, like military or teachers, thinking?
You already have Simmy in classroom! And just one of your 'semblances' can fight army of capes hunters on it's own!
Now you plan to bring two 'semblances' against four hunters in training?!
Rest in
Abandon planet level of worried.
- Location
- Russia
It was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!
*Astonished noises*
Also *Shipping intensifies*
P.S. I hope what Simmy and Pyrrha will be friends! It is another anime trope after all. Hero beat their rival. Now they are best of friends!
P.P.S. I hope we will see the REAL POWAH! of Pyrrha. When she starts to cosplay Magneto like in food fight episode. But now i fear what she accidentally fall into Simurgh portal and end up in Marvel Universev for some time. Being considered as Magneto Jr.
PPPS. Nora and TAylor best friends forever!
*Astonished noises*
Also *Shipping intensifies*
P.S. I hope what Simmy and Pyrrha will be friends! It is another anime trope after all. Hero beat their rival. Now they are best of friends!
P.P.S. I hope we will see the REAL POWAH! of Pyrrha. When she starts to cosplay Magneto like in food fight episode. But now i fear what she accidentally fall into Simurgh portal and end up in Marvel Universev for some time. Being considered as Magneto Jr.
PPPS. Nora and TAylor best friends forever!
I now have the image of Simmie wearing a russian version of Winnie the Pooh onesie. Much more brutal.
- Location
- Earth Prime
If she's playing it straight, she can't help but make money and needn't cheat. Being the bookie means you're not gambling. You're building the prize pool out of the money used to buy into it (after taking your cut for yourself). The odds are a weight based on how high the payout would be should the bet in question win. It also should therefore not matter what the precog bookie sees happening; the bookie isn't making a bet.SIMMY!
The only way to make it more ridiculous, as Simmy is precog, is to have Dinah kidnapped and provide odds for fights.
This means I always groan at how stupid the illegal gambling houses are in various fiction where they start saying things like, "We can't let the protagonist win; he's too big of an underdog! It'll cost us everything!" and then start trying to rig the game against him. That tells me that not only are they crooked, but they're stupid, because bookies shouldn't be betting at all. They should legitimately not care who wins, because they're the house; they get paid out of the money people bet, regardless of who for.
- Location
- Missouri
Agreed on all counts.
Best fight is, of course, Mumen Rider vs Sea King.
And now I'm wanting to see Leviathan square up against that fishy asshole while Saitama is derailed by QA and Behemoth having a grand opening sale for a new franchise.