Chapter 226: Nightraid vs Beacon Part 1 [1]


    A terse silence overcame the ss as they stared down to Parc, listening as he glided a whetstone over the razor thin nose of a fish shaped de. Its dorsal fin extended and wide forming it long teardrop body into a shape reminiscent of a marlin found not far off the coast of Mistral.


    "Is he sharpening a fish?" Yang eximed unsure of what to think. Not far from her ke was staring with feline intent at the fish, drool trickling from her lip while Weiss just zoned outpletely at the ridiculous sight and sounds.


    Parc lifted his head, nced across the students then rose. Smirking as he tossed up a te and with one hand behind his back, stabbed the marlin''s nose through the porcin like it were butter leaving the off white te slide down the long snout and became a ridiculous handle.


    "That''s one sharp fish." Ruby eximed excitedly, flinching when it''s eye swiveled andtched onto her.


    "Alright, guess we should begin then," Parc snickered tossing the swordfish to the back of the room before facing them with hands behind his back. He wandered his gaze over the ss, lingering for breath atop a few of the girls before pulling away and finally speaking. "Today''s a special day," he paced, "none of you will be fighting each other. Instead, I''ve employed some good friends of mine toe in and give you all a bit of a challenge. Kurome, go get everyone." He nodded to Kurome who was already standing not three steps to Glynda''s left.


    Kurome hastened off up the steps of the ssroom and pried open the door while Glynda stepped up behind Parc and whispered.


    "Exactly why didn''t you tell me you were bringing others in?" her tone a hiss.


    "Because. I don''t have to report everything I do to you." He whispered back.


    No sooner did a reverberating raucous of footsteps reappear drawing all heads back. Entering the ssroom were seven women, Kurome being one of them. Each had different shades of vibrant hair ranging from silver to even a bright red. Even their attire was unique, for one of them a silver haired woman with an eye patch and a mechanicle arm, she wore a dark suit with fishting beneath. She was also the leader with Kurome just a step behind. All of them also had with them some type of weapon, the strangesting from a purple haired girl dressed in a cheongsam.


    "Are those" Weiss muttered while Ruby finished.


    "A giant pair of scissors!?" sparkling brightly.


    Quizzical expressions filled the students as the seven filed int a line just behind Parc. Glynda stepped to the side looking particrly annoyed by the circumstances.


    "Here you see seven fighters," Parc said pacing with one arm behind his back the other presenting the women. "Each of them has a tinum token on them which you may earn through a trial bybat. Over theing days, well, weeks, I will be dealing out two different scenarios. The first, self choice. I will let you decide who you want to fight, it can either be done in a team setting or a solo." He paused and looked over the students for their reactions, "the second will be a teachers choice. Meaning I will pick one or a team and face you off against one of these finedies. Nothing overlyplex," Parc chuckled, "any questions?"


    Yang''s hand was the first to shoot up, her expression cheshire and determined as shetched onto a familiar blonde woman with lions tail. "Yeah! Can I go first?"


    Parc arched a brow, looked back to Leone who already knew Yang''s intent and snorted. "Don''t see why not. Ladies, clear the tform, Leone, try not to kill her."


    Leone huffed, "Oh bub, you know I can''t make promises like that." Cracking her knuckles Leone arrived to the left hand side of the tform while Yang squeezed past Ruby and the rest of her team to arrive at the right.


    "If I''d known you were going to pop up, I would stretched some more." Yang said rolling her shoulders, swung her arms and bounced on the tips of her feet readying herself for battle. A swipe of her arms caused her yellow bracelets to utch and form into gauntlets, Ember Celica, her favoured choice of brawling shotgun.


    "Trust me blondie. It''s not going to help." Leone cracked her neck and knuckles and stretched her arms above her head letting out a cat like moan as all the boys ogled her breasts. Many squirming their legs tightly shut to hide anything unbing. "I give you about five minutes before I knock you out?"


    "We''ll see about that." She raised her fists, turned her body and fell into a loose boxers stance. Leone taking near the same pose but kept her arms in tighter ready to block an attack from any direction.


    Seeing they were ready, Parc centred himself on the stage and looked between them. "Rules are, killing is forbidden. Maiming is epted. You fight until the other gives up, or is knocked out! Good luck Yang. You''ll need it. Fight!" his form flickered to feathers as he appeared at the back of the stage and without a seconds dy, Yang kicked off and threw out the first fist.


    Leone ducked, dodging it with ease and sent a jab upwards to Yangs chin.


    Sucking in a sharp breath Yang''s head was thrown back and she was sent flying backwards, flipping herself by catching the ground with her palm andnded with a hunch to her posture.


    She stood there for a moment, her face filled with amusement as she cracked her jaw. "Ow." She said, her fists flew out one after the other sending volleys of superheated shotgun pellets from her gauntlets.


    A kick of the ground sent Leone dashing around the shots. Yang threw another, predicting where Leone would be but just as the shrapnel was about to hit her Leone''s eyes sharpened and her body jerked just narrowly missing a bullet whizzing through her hair cutting a shard off.


    Leoneughed heartily, she dug in her feet and with a single thrust lunged within seconds towards the girl. Her fist threw out, barreling like a rocket through the atmosphere leaving Yang only able to raise her arms and defend.


    The hit was heavy and swept Yang from her feet and into the air. Leone joined her up there amongst the windless skies and threw out three more jabs, one got through andid heavily on Yang''s shoulder.


    When shended it was on her back but she couldn''t hesitate or reel. She bolted of the ground barely ducking past a cruel head bound roundhouse and using the opportunity rammed her fist upward, uncaring for where on Leone it would his. Fire red from the barrel of the shotgun and Leone could only watch as dozens of highspeed projectiles raced into her side, searing her flesh and spilling blood.


    She recoiled far with a single bound and hunched over, a hand racing to her behind where her shorts were torn and shrapnelced her behind. Yang took position opposite her ready tosh out but hesitated to a stop when she saw Leone lift up a hand wet with crimson blood. The crowd went silent in shock as Glynda without hesitation pulled out her scroll and sent a message for professor Peach to have here and save this woman before she bled to death.


    Leone stared at the blood and felt the pain in her behind re hot, she lifted her dagger filled gaze onto Parc and hissed, "You owe me a really damn good massage after this."


    Parc only shrugged a response and indicated with his hand for her to continue.


    Sweeping her hand she sttered blood across the stage and faced Yang.


    Yang backed off, lip trembling in uncertainty. Where was her aura? She thought. She had to have one, she couldn''t be fighting without it, that was just dangerous.


    Leone didn''t care. She lowered her form, dug her foot into the stage and lunged. Her body a flicker of golden light that swept like a cannon a fist against the side of Yang''s head.


    Skidding across the ground Yang dodged the rapid fired jabs sent her way and in a moment of stillness cried out "S-stop! You''re hurt you need a doctor!"


    "Don''t care. Busy beating bimbos!" Her foot stomped down, the stage rippled and Yang lost her footing. Leone''s arm crashed down mming Yang into the floor. Her aura creased, ring to life with a golden shield that creaked as Yang lost her breath and felt conciousness ripple.


    Another fist bared brutally down atop her head burying it into the hard stone earth.


    Yang''s eyes rolled ready to turn to white when she lowly mumbled, "I give." Leone''s fist halted just a hairs breadth from her bleeding nose and she pulled away, scowling as she looked down at Yang.


    "Hmph! And here I thought you''d be a decent fight. All tits, no brawn." Leone stepped back, hand drawn to her bleeding rump and hissed a re Parc''s way. "Medicine. Now." She grumbled catching a vial of red thrown her way and downed it in one. The flesh of her buttocks stitching together into perfectly smooth, unblemished skin, though still drenched in crimson.


    She made way to the other six while Yang hazily lifted herself from the head shaped hole. The blood trickling from her nose being the only colour to her deathly skin. A shadow drew her head up to Parc''s cold yet somehow soft gaze. "I-I-I didn''t know she didn''t have an aura!" she tried to argue, to save herself from the punishment of almost killing a normal.


    Parc shook his head calmly, "you couldn''t have killed Leone if you tried." Without bothering more with her he lifted his head to the crowd and opened wide his arms in a disy of jesterlike amusement, "I forgot to say! None of these girls have an aura!" the silence only turned more quiet. "And yet Yang over here, was beaten so thoroughly into the dirt. I hope she''s been a good show for you all to realize that aura isn''t that great in the bigger scheme of things."


    A snort pulled Parc to Cardin, as expected.


    "Is something funny, Winchester." Parc narrowed his gaze, lips curling into a devils smile.


    "No sir, nothing."


    Parc sighed, he''d thought the boy had learnt something since Jaune''s disy those days ago but he made it very clear that a single action does not lead to true consequences. "I see. Then I guess you''re up for a little challenge then?"


    "Bring it." Carding gripped his mace and leaned forth. Flinching slightly when Parc''s expression contorted to the utmost glee. Like he''d be an animal ensnared within a trap.


    "Fine then. Since you''re so confident, then Sheele shouldn''t be an issue for you."


    "Who?"


    A girl, the one with long flowing purple hair and dressed in a cheongsam that left her thigh open and with a window to her bosom stepped forth. She was twitchy, flinching slightly under the dozens of sets of eyes alling totch onto her. Stepping over Leone''s blood and past the head imnt of Yang''s head, she arrived where Leone had been standing not five minutes earlier.


    "Her?" Carding guffawed, his head thrown back as he sidled up to the te. "This''ll be easy."


    ''This''ll be fun.'' All Parc could think as he chuckled to himself like a hyena.