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by MrBig5

by MrBig5

Chapter 7: Unlikely Bonding

Sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink as Team RWBY gathered around their campsite. Spike leaned against a tree, a serene smile on his lips as he watched the girls set up for the night.

Yang's mischievous grin caught his attention. She approached him with a confident swagger, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey, Spike, I've been hearing a lot about your combat skills. Care for a little sparring match?"

Spike raised an eyebrow, his grin mirroring hers. "A brawl, huh? You sure you can handle the heat?"

Yang chuckled. "Oh, I can handle it. But can you?"

Spike pushed himself off the tree, his body languid in its movements. "Only one way to find out."

The two of them made their way to a clear space, the rest of the team gathering around with amused expressions. Spike kicked off his shoes, his posture relaxed as he faced Yang. She assumed a fighting stance, her fists up and ready.

The spar began, and it was clear from the start that Spike was no ordinary opponent. His movements were fluid and precise, his strikes calculated. Yang's punches met his blocks, and their dance of combat unfolded with a rhythm all its own.

As the fight progressed, Yang's determination grew. She was strong, using her Semblance to absorb damage and unleash powerful blows. But Spike was agile, his quick reflexes allowing him to dodge and counter her attacks.

Yang's grin was infectious, her enthusiasm matching Spike's laid-back demeanor. "You're good, Spike. I'll give you that."

Spike's lips curved into a smirk. "Told you, didn't I?"

They continued to spar, their movements a blend of strategy and playfulness. The rest of the team watched with fascination as the two warriors traded blows, their camaraderie evident in the way they pushed each other to improve.

After a particularly acrobatic exchange, Yang panted, her cheeks flushed with exertion. "Alright, you win this round."

Spike chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "I guess that makes me the king of the ring."

Yang punched him playfully on the arm. "Don't get cocky now."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing, Spike and Yang shared a moment of camaraderie. Their sparring had turned into something more—an unexpected bond that was both playful and genuine.

Ruby clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. "That was awesome, you two!"

Weiss smirked, her skepticism replaced by amusement. "I have to admit, I didn't expect such a friendly brawl."

Blake's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "You two seem to get along well."

Spike grinned at Yang. "What can I say? She's got spirit."

Yang elbowed him lightly. "And he's got skills."

As the team settled down for the night, the camaraderie that had formed during the sparring match lingered in the air. Spike had found an unexpected friend in Yang—one who matched his easygoing nature and adventurous spirit. Their bond was a reminder that even in the face of danger and uncertainty, moments of lightheartedness could forge connections that would last a lifetime.