GrieveWriter
U-Incorporated 2nd Class Type Unit
TEAM CRKM
"Citrine!"
Citrine paused in her lesson with Amber, turning to watch with an amused expression as Russette helped Maroon off the table.
"You've got a lot of guts cutting me off in the middle of a rant." Maroon said with a roll of his eyes "But it doesn't change the truth behind my words."
"Oh Maro, dearest." Citrine said passively "Do not assume zat I will take all of your accusations into account."
"You lied to me about the bug!" Russette whined "That was like, so uncool!"
"Your brother lies to you all ze time, Fraulein." Citrine offered
"And now to slander her family after insulting her intelligence." Maroon said with a mock look of awe "How soulless."
"Yeah!" Russette agreed blindly
"Are we really doing zis?" Citrine asked the two of them as Russette took a knee "I expected more tact from one who holds zemselves so highly, Maroon."
"Yeah, but this is just more entertaining." He said before nodding to Russette, "Get them."
And like a raging bull Russ charged towards them, the force of her stomping leaving indentations in the floor as Citrine sighed.
"Amber." Citrine said to her protégé, who nodded and leaped back as the Faunus careened into their table.
Citrine gripped the edge of the table as she felt it leave the ground. As she was hauled into the air with it, she glanced below her to see Russette swinging the table in the air with one hand.. The Faunus released the table as Citrine clung to it, sending it sailing over the cafeteria. Maroon climbed on another nearby table as Citrine's table sailed towards him. The white haired boy reached down to the plates on the table below him and grasped an oversized mutton bone, the rounded edges easily acting as a club.
He leaped towards the sailing table as Citrine spun to the other side of it, narrowly avoiding a bashing from the mutton bone as the table finally connected with the ground. It slid along the floor in the space between tables, the two students pulling themselves on top of the sliding table. Citrine immediately had to duck under another swing of the mutton-bone, using her crouched position to launch herself head first into Maroon's gut. Using the already applied pressure, she forced him off his feet and onto his back as the table continued sliding, She immediately readied her camera when a second table soared up from behind and crashed into her. As Citrine was carried off by the second table Maroon prepared a mocking comment, but was cut off by the table he was on crashing into one of the stationary tables and throwing him off.
Russette cracked her knuckles after throwing the second table, she followed the bob of blonde hair as it disappeared under another row of tables. The Faunus prepared to take off in that direction when her legs were suddenly pulled out from under her. She groaned a bit before turning back to see a smaller bob of blonde hair.
Amber wielded to ropes formed entirely out of noodle, both of them stretching obscenely long from her hands and wrapped around Russette's feet. Amber attempted to pull, when suddenly Russette planted her feet on the ground and pulled back. The noodle ropes were torn from Amber's hands, and Russette immediately unwrapped herself before storming over to the small girl.
Amber leaped out of the way of Russete's fist, taking note of the sizeable imprint it left in the ground, before leaping out of the way of the second and landing on another table. Russette hopped on as well, just in time to see a tray spinning towards her.
The Faunus followed her instincts, and sent her fist crashing into the oncoming tray, cracking it in two halves which clattered to her sides harmlessly. She was about to continue stomping towards Amber when the smaller girl dove between her legs. Russette grew a confused look before turning just as Amber swooped up the two halves of the tray.
She spun out of her dive and slashed at Russette with the two halves of the tray, the Faunus's Aura flaring as the small girl darted around her. Russette's punches were devastating, but unable to hit the nimbler girl. Riled by the lack of success, Russette raised her fist into the air before bringing it down and splitting the table in half. The two halves caved immediately, sending food and trays into the air as the sudden change in direction caused Amber to stumble.
Russette snatched one of the falling trays out of the air and swung it into the smaller girl, sending her sailing into anther group of tables.
Citrine kept sliding herself out of the way of the bone-club, stepping backwards as Maroon advanced upon her. She caught a glimpse of Amber landing into an assembly of nearby students but ignored it in favor of dodging the bone-club again.
Maroon squinted behind his sunglasses before rearing back and spinning the bone-club through the air towards her and immediately swinging his other fist. Citrine ducked undr the bone-club and back flipped out of the way of the punch. Smirking up at Maroon and receiving a condescending look from him as well.
Maroon watched as the Bone-club bounced off of the wall behind her and moved out of the way before she was sent sprawling forwards as the Bone-club connected with her back and sent her stumbling forward. Maroon only had to reach out and grab her as she stumbled before tossing the photographer into the air and grabbing the bone-club in preparation for a follow up. He was interrupted when Amber came flying feet-first into his face sending him rolling.
Citrine landed on her feet, taking a moment to properly adjust her skirt as Amber darted towards Maroon. The photographer immediately leaned backwards as Russette's fist careened through the air in front of her. Rolling backwards, Citrine looked up just as Russette dived towards her tray first.
Backing out of the way, Citrine watched as the shield carved into the floor through sheer force. The Faunus tried to pull it out, but it was a slow process due to how far she'd wedged the shield into the ground. She wasn't able to pull it out in time to block Citrine's Spin-kick, causing her to release the tray and stumble back.
Maroon and Amber couldn't seem to lay a finger on each other. Though the smaller girl was faster, Maroon kept using body cues to anticipate and deflect her attacks. She spun around him, raking the two halves of the tray through the air only for him to continuously block them with the Bone-Club.
The two backed away from each other for a momentary breather when suddenly Citrine dived in between them and ran off. The two were so distracted by it they didn't have time to see what she was running from. Another violently spinning table crashed into the two of them and carried through the air as Citrine ran ahead of it. The photographer took note of the wall coming up and leaped out of the way as her two other teammates crashed into it with the table.
Citrine stood, brandishing her camera just in time to catch a photo of Maroon, Amber and the table to slide off the wall and slam into the ground.
Before she had time to fawn over the photo Russ's fist careened into the side of Citrine's head. Sprawling away from the blow, Citrine rubbed the side of her head before rolling to the side as Russ stomped the ground she was previously lying at.
Using the roll to get back to her feet, Citrine reached into the stray food lying around her and grabbed a long churro. Dodging two more devastating swings of Russette's fists, Citrine slapped the Faunus several times with the churro. The Faunus was about to retaliate when a sea of flashing lights overloaded her eyes and caused her to squeeze them tight and step back.
Citrine leaped forward and kicked Russette back, but the Faunus's body had more than enough muscle in it to give a significant rebound to the photographer. Stumbling a bit as she landed, Citrine back flipped onto another row of tables as Russ fractured the floor where she previously stood.
Backing up on the table, Citrine began walking backwards on the table as Russette climbed onto the table and grabbed a tray as she approached.
Steadying her breathing, Citrine ducked under Russ's tray shield and swung her churro upwards only for Russ to bring her knee into the photographer's gut on the way up. As Citrine stepped back, she spun out of another swing of Russ's fist before striking her in a flurry of churro swings. Unfazed, Russ swung her tray shield again only for Citrine to leap forward and bring down the churro. It would've made contact too if Russette hadn't scooped up chunks of discarded food with her tray shield and flung them int Citrine's face on the approach. The moment it took for the photographer to take a step back was all it took for Russ to deliver a critical upper cut that sent her flying into the air. Seeing Citrine try to orient herself in the air, Russ reared back with her tray shield and swung it forward, sending the tray spinning through the air and smashing into Citrine on her descent sending the blonde skidding to the edge of the row of tables.
Citrine coughed as she rubbed her stomach and arose, watching Russ prep herself as her aura began swirling.
Eyes wide, Citrine watched as the Faunus shot forward with a sphere of Aura around her, blowing food and trays to the side as the Faunus-sized Cannon-Ball homed in on its target.
Thinking quickly, Citrine rolled back off the table and pressed her feet to its bottom once she hit the floor. She pushed hard, sending the table upwards just as Russ slammed into it.
The table couldn't handle the force and shattered, the Faunus sized cannonball sailed through the jumble of wood in the air and was sent flying through one of the Cafeteria windows before kicking up a cloud of dirt as she landed painfully somewhere outside.
Citrine achingly stood, immediately photographing the hole Russ had left in the window as slow footsteps approached her. She turned to see Maroon, hair ruffled appropriately and Amber slung over his shoulder.
"So, were you sufficiently entertained, dearest Maro?" Citrine asked with a quirked eyebrow
Maroon looked her up and down before glancing to the massive hole his sister had made in the window, then let out a chuckle "Oh, most definitely. I wonder where my idiot sister got herself launched?"
Citrine just shrugged before sitting at one of the nearby tables and looking through the pictures she'd taken throughout the fight.
