The King [A RWBY fanfiction]

Ch. 7 | The pre-dance

A/n: The purpose of this fic is to help my creativity and plot development in my stories. Please do give me constructive feedback at the end of every chapter, it's important for me.
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It was relatively late already, after lunch the team and I spent most of our time discussing our weapons, of course, I didn't disclose much of anything at all, they talked about spying on other fighters to understand their weakness, all the while I enjoyed a bottle of soda, laying on my bed.

"The fights start in a few weeks," said Nebula, knitting her eyebrows, I always thought she worked too hard planning the fights we would be in, and I replied as such.

"You don't need a plan of action, you will be in my presence," I told them with a grin on my face, "Victory is assured!" I said, the three in the room widened their eyes. I finished my soda and placed it on the nightstand next to me before placing both my hands behind my neck.

"For some odd reason that is comforting to hear," Nebula said, shaking her head and then pointing her index finger at me, "You're in charge of protecting our backsides your majesty, so make sure to not miss a single arrow," she said, I remember thinking something along the lines of 'I'm a pretty good archer, don't worry but responding with something slightly more aggressive instead.

I think I scoffed and chuckled before answering, "Miss my target? Don't underestimate me mongrel," I told her, "My technique and accuracy are treasures by themselves,"  lord I contort myself in embarrassment at some of the things I've said in the past.

"Right," I could see Octavia try to hold her laughter after commenting on my statement, I sat up and then moved to the end of the bed, sitting against the bedframe while proudly crossing my arms and looking away while I shook my head. It was the calm before the storm. A storm that approached quickly and with no discrimination, a storm we were blissfully unaware of.  

Of course, Dew and I got into a fight that day, we argued about target prioritizing and who would be the biggest threat to us in Beacon, "Team JNPR is a bigger danger! They have Pyrrha!" yelled Dew. Oh, I wasn't even mad at that statement, I remember keeping my composure and laughing at Dew, and I mean laughing, like uncontrollably -- her statement was incredibly hilarious to me.

(A/n: For reference, also I do not own this clip or fate)

"What is so funny?" asked Dew, grabbing her trident and pointing it at my face, I felt hostility, but no real intent in harming me, like when you scream at someone but don't think you can win in a fight so you stay far away, just yelling -- that's how it felt. 

"You think Nikos is the biggest problem of team JNPR?" I questioned, laughing straight after, it took a few seconds for me to stop laughing, after all, I found her opinion quite amusing, "It's Jaune Arc you have to worry about!" I told them, "Sure Nikos and Valkyrie are threatening, but that's because they are the Saber and Berserker, Lie Ren is the assassin," I told them, getting up and turning around to look at the moon slowly rise as I grinned, right at that moment I had flashes of Jaune's excellence in leadership and strategy from back when we were playing cards. 

"Sabers and Berserkers?" questioned Nebula, as I looked up.

"Not paying attention to the Ruler will cost us," I told them, "Arc is who comes up with their strategies, the person who keeps them together," I turned around, they didn't seem to catch my drift when I looked at them, their eyebrows were knit and their heads tilted, looking like I had just given them an impossible math problem, "The fact I have to explain this to you shows how incompetent you are," I told them with a sigh, back then I thought I'd never get any friends.