Let's Play A Game (Lord X Crossover with Union)

Chapter 4: The Child

*No one's pov*

Jaune: "Gah!" Juane falls down back first, his shield landing right beside him with his sword landing mere inches from his feet. Then someone places their hammer down in victory, the camera shows who this person is, a tall ginger hair boy wearing a silver knight armor with gold accents.

Then a buzzing sound goes off as a massive screen demonstrates who the winner is, him being Cardin Winchester from team CRDL.

Glynda: "And that concludes today's matches, mister Arc, you may have improved much more since your first battle with mister Winchester but losing to him till' this day can affect your grades." She explains, her hands crossed holding her riding crop with a stern expression. "However, I am pleased to see how you've grown exponentially, keep it up and one day you'll defeat Cardin Winchester." With those final words she dismissed everyone and that would be the end of combat class.

Bitter he's been defeated by Cardin, Jaune grabs his retractable shield and pulls his sword out of the floor. Cardin approaches him with a smug look for coming out victorious.

Cardin: "Not bad Jaune-y boy, you almost got me in orange this time but alas you still couldn't beat me." He places his right hand on the Arc's head, ruffling his hair, getting an annoyed reaction from him. "Better luck next time." He takes his leave with his teammates following after.

Jaune sighs, tucking Crocea Mors in its sheath.

Jaune: "Oum, how is he beating me every time we face each other?"

Pyrrah: "Maybe less overthinking could be a start."

He turns around to see the spartan walking towards him. He rubs the back of his head and smiles sheepishly.

Jaune: "Heh, I was thinking the same thing too."

Pyrrah: "Don't stress yourself, Juane. It's normal to lose, everyone can lose once in a while."

Jaune: "Not you, you haven't lost a single time!"

Pyrrah shakes her head, denying what the Arc said was true, the spartan in her early days did find defeat with countless opponents before. It felt depressing at times, witnessing lose after lose, over and over again, it isn't something one should enjoy at all, but, one can learn from their past and adapt.

Pyrrah: "Nobody is perfect Jaune, everyone can loose, including me. I am just hard to beat, that's all." Pyrrah placed her hand on his shoulder, gave him a thumbs up and smiled.

Pyrrah: "Win or loose, it doesn't matter, all that matters is learning from the past and triumph over your enemies." Pyrrah pats his back and steps in front of him with her hands behind her back. "C'mon, Ren and Nora are waiting for us outside Beacon."

Jaune was curious, Ren and Nora.

Those two, a duo forged by long lasting friendship, they're like bread and butter perfectly mixed and unbreakable, Nora being the eccentric, up-going jokester of the team while Ren is the calm, calculating, chef, and all around the one who keeps Nora in check.

Jaune: "Where are we going Pyrrah? Shouldn't we practice some team attacks?" Juane asked. They never mentioned going outside Beacon, which made him curious about what they'll do.

Pyrrah: "Don't worry Jaune, we want to hang out with you. It has been some time since all four of us hung out of Beacon." Pyrrah looked at him with a smile. "These couples months I've seen you training none stop, you deserve to relax and enjoy your time with your friends." She says, grabbing his left arm she drags the blonde male to the front gates of Beacon.

His heart skipped a beat, the moment she took his hand his face flush pink and pumped faster, lucky for him no one was present to see his pink face, the embarrassment that he'd experienced if Cardin was here would be astronomical Juane would bury himself here and now. But feeling Pyrrah soft hand holding his hand felt nice.