Professor Arc

Chapter 11

Here we go again, next chapter of Professor Arc – the ending of the Faunus docks incident and moving forwards from there.

I'd like to address something a few people have brought up – Jaune's language, i.e. swearing. A few people have pointed out that it seems OoC for him to use such language. Well without being spoilery in any way, all I can say is well-noticed. But it was a purposeful decision by me. I'll leave it at that. ;) Hint, hint.

Other things to note, the time dilation, i.e. where was forever fall, don't worry it will happen – and the reason for the delay will be explained.

Other things to note? Well I don't want to drag the AN on too long

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Status

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We're currently on an update every 3 weeks, which means every Monday at the moment. The next community goal is the release of a 3rd story – which in answer to a few requests, yes it will be Stress Relief.

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Fanart

Exvnir has outdone himself again and created two new sketches for Professor Arc – check him out on deviant art, or you can just search Exvnir in Google and you'll find him. His other sketches are great too!

I've also used a bit of one as the cover art for this story, which you can see above.

Onwards we go!

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Cover Art: Exvnir

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Chapter 11 -

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Jaune ducked beneath the metal cane, feeling it whistling by overhead. His own counter attack was easily thwarted, the criminal before him batting the blade aside by rapping his hand on the flat of Crocea Mors. A move only really made safe by the virtue of having an aura that would prevent any serious damage. It was a trick he would need to remember, and a sign of Roman's experience.

Any further thoughts were lost however as the orange haired man lunged forwards, wielding his cane like a rapier as he laid three rapid blows out against Jaune's body – his shield covering his head to block that one, but the other two solidly striking his rubs and his thigh.

"You shield the face and you lose vision." Roman tutted, going for the same move again – though this time Jaune put Neo's lessons to the test, spinning to dodge beyond the strike. "Better kid. You can't afford to lose sight of me."

"Are we fighting or talking?" Jaune gritted back.

"Which would you prefer?"

"Talking... definitely the talking."

"Then maybe you should have thought of that..." Roman began, before suddenly being inside his guard, knocking both his sword and shield aside - driving a fist into Jaune's gut. "-before you came and botched up my operation here!"

"In... my defence..." Jaune coughed, pushing himself to his feet. Neo had taught him the importance of always getting back into your guard position – no matter how much it hurt. "I only came to protect my students."