Her blood burned as she touched gloves with the boy. She yearned to let her anger out right now. Another day, perhaps, she would have let him land the first blow. Today, however, emotions ran high. She had remembered his protests as to fighting her, assuming that she was a fragile structure like the civilians they were being trained to protect. Such morals were respectable, but disgusting to Yang. She was a warrior, a fighter. If someone couldn’t fight her all out, then may as well not fight at all.
Yang’s shoulders shook loosely while waiting for her opponent to assume a serious stance. Upon seeing his stance shift, Yang’s eyes lit up with excitement. She felt it, heard it. When like this, her senses came alive. Combat. The word rang through her skull repeatedly, much like it did in every fight. Oh how did it excite her. The movement was all too easy to read, and Yang was able to easily avoid the young man’s first blow. However, had he hit her, the result would have been more painful than she had first thought.
This realization didn’t stop Yang from spinning around Neptune, and landing a backhanded blow against his skull as he raised his eyes to search for her. After all, he had made it apparent; She had the upper hand. After the blow was delivered, Yang quickly back stepped, out of range for any retaliation, should it come.
”You’ll give me a better show that that, won’t you, babe?”Yang’s voice taunted him as she came to rest at a suitable distance from him. Hands were held in a guard, even though her teasing hiss was aimed to keep the encounter casual. She knew that he wasn’t truly serious yet. Neptune hadn’t even been watching her when he had thrown his punch. He couldn’t have expected her to just stand there, and take it, could he? If that had been his experience in combat, the poor guy had had his life handed to him on a platter.
Yang, however, had not. She also had never lost a fight, which she conveniently forgot to mention to the cyan locked Neptune. Her confidence was well earned, and she wasn’t going to let her streak be marred by this visitor, no matter how attractive he seemed to be. A pity that the girls of Beacon saw only a toned boy in front of them, and couldn’t admire anything else. Yang, of course, had her own weaknesses when it came to well toned men, but in a fight, she became different. There was no swooning in the ring, now seductive growls; only fire, only fighting.
That’s how you protected her for so long, though, isn’t it?
A small growl came from her throat at the voice in her head. Her mother’s. She, at least, still remembered it. It haunted her, the voice of the woman the siblings had spent nights screaming for. The voice only deepened the pain of her physical absence. The voice propelled Yang’s mind further into the fight. She needed to block it out. She needed to hit something. Unfortunately, Neptune was the victim.
Shut up, you. You have no place here.
Without another word, another thought, Yang exploded into motion. The crowd that had gathered screamed as she did so, being that the ropes of the ring were now burning in Yang’s wake. Her feet worked their path expertly, years of training having ingrained the movements into her body and mind. Soon she was throwing another blow, directly towards that pretty little face of her opponent. She knew she was going to have to take him out to a movie, or something after this. He definitely had caught Yang on one of her more unstable days.
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