RWBY: Siblings Three (Malereader)

Breach

Neo lunged forward, her movements as fluid as water. Blake sidestepped her, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp tip of Neo's umbrella as it flicked toward her throat. Blake responded with a swift counterattack, her katana slashing through the air, but Neo deflected it effortlessly, spinning her umbrella in a graceful arc. The clang of metal on metal echoed through the train car as Blake pressed forward, her strikes fast and precise.

Neo smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she flipped over Blake's head, landing lightly behind her. She swung her umbrella at Blake's side, but Blake vanished leaving behind an afterimage. Neo's attack passed through nothing, her brow furrowing slightly as Blake reappeared to her right.

Blake unleashed a flurry of strikes, her katana slicing through the air in a deadly pattern. Neo danced around her, dodging each blow with inhuman grace, her movements almost mocking. Blake gritted her teeth in frustration, but she didn't let it slow her down. She was used to opponents underestimating her.

Neo suddenly lunged again, this time with a swift kick aimed at Blake's midsection. Blake blocked it with her katana, the impact vibrating through her arms, but Neo was relentless. In a flash, she flipped her umbrella into its blade form and slashed at Blake's legs. Blake leapt backward just in time, the sharp blade missing her by inches.

Blake leaped onto a nearby crate, her amber eyes narrowing as she assessed Neo. She needed to change her approach.

Neo twirled her umbrella, her grin widening as she dashed toward Blake again, this time going for an overhead strike. Blake raised her katana to block, but at the last second, Neo feinted, flipping over Blake and swinging at her from behind.

Blake's instincts kicked in. She ducked low, spinning around to deliver a sweeping kick that knocked Neo off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Blake followed up with a powerful strike, her katana slicing toward Neo's midsection.

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Yang stood across from Valerie, fists raised, her eyes burning with determination. Ember Celica was primed and ready, and she wasn't about to let anyone take her brother away not without a fight.

Valerie, with her arms crossed, looked unimpressed. Her black hair cascaded down her back, matching Y/n's in a way that made Yang's blood boil. The faunus woman was calm, composed, and even amused. "You think you can take me on?" Valerie taunted, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "I've trained since I was in diapers, little girl."

Yang clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking as she stepped forward. "Doesn't matter how long you've trained. I'm not letting you take Y/n."

Without warning, Yang launched herself forward, her fists blazing with fire as she threw a powerful punch at Valerie's face. Valerie sidestepped with ease, her reflexes lightning fast as she countered with a swift knee aimed at Yang's side.

Yang grunted as the knee connected, but she absorbed the hit and spun around, delivering a backhanded punch that Valerie barely dodged. Ember Celica's shotgun blast echoed through the car, the force of the shot tearing through a nearby crate.

Valerie's movements were like a blur. She closed the distance between them in an instant, her fist colliding with Yang's abdomen with crushing force. Yang doubled over slightly, but her Aura took the brunt of the impact. Gritting her teeth, Yang retaliated with a powerful uppercut, her fist engulfed in flames.

The blow connected, sending Valerie stumbling back a few steps, a look of surprise briefly flashing across her face. "Not bad, blondie," Valerie hissed, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip.

Valerie's expression darkened and with a flick of her wrist, her gloves expanded into claws.

Yang's eyes widened as Valerie's gloves shifted into sharp, menacing claws, gleaming in the dim light. She quickly readjusted her stance. With a burst of speed, Valerie lunged forward, her claws slashing toward Yang in a rapid flurry of attacks. Yang dodged and blocked each swipe.