Up on the cliffside overlooking the battlefield, the staff of Beacon Academy watched with keen interest as various clashes unfolded beneath them. Each battle demanded attention, but all eyes soon turned to a particularly intense duel as Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee squared off against each other. The tension between the two young Huntresses was palpable, and as their weapons clashed, sparks flying with each strike, even the veteran professors felt the energy in the air.
Glynda Goodwitch, with a swift motion, made their fight the primary feed on the holoprojector. She glanced at the gathered staff. "Let's see what the next generation has in store," she remarked with an approving nod, and the others leaned in, captivated.
Peter Port, the Grimm studies professor, chuckled softly as he watched Ruby move, her scythe an almost perfect reflection of her Uncles's style. "Is that Summer's girl?" he mused, a warm smile on his face. "My, she's the spitting image of her mother!"
Dr. Oobleck, the History professor of Beacon, always quick with his observations, nodded, his eyes following Ruby's swift and agile maneuvers. "Indeed, the resemblance is uncanny! Such spirit and determination—very much like Summer!"
A little apart from the others, standing in the shadows, was a figure cloaked in a dark blue hooded robe, her face hidden behind an intricate skull mask, the edges adorned with faint engravings. Wisps of grey hair peeked out from under the hood, betraying her age despite her masked face. She watched Ruby with a silent, contemplative stare, arms crossed beneath her cloak. She'd seen Summer Rose in her youth, too. Memories of a fierce but gentle soul surfaced unbidden, and she felt a flicker of cautious hope. 'Perhaps this one might exceed her mother...' Yet she held herself back, unwilling to invest hope too quickly. 'If she holds those same foolish ideals, I won't waste my time,'
Suddenly, a booming laugh echoed across the cliffside. "HAHAHA! If she's anything like her mother, I bet she'll give me a fight to remember!" roared the Combat Professor, who stood a head taller than many of her colleagues.
The Combat Professor, Larissa Tock, was a formidable sight—a Faunus woman with crocodilian features. Despite her fifty years, she looked every bit as powerful and battle-ready as her younger years. Her skin bore a greyish-green hue, and a prominent, messy dark-grey mohawk swept back from her head, highlighting an X-shaped scar on her temple. Her sharp yellow eyes gleamed with excitement as she observed Ruby.
Professor Larissa Tock was dressed in a unique, battle-ready ensemble that reflected her rugged past. Her dark green, high-collared shirt was worn under a dark brown corset that hugged her form, with a sturdy strap attached to a narrow leather belt that wrapped around her thigh. Her black-and-gray striped trousers tucked into a pair of well-worn black shoes, and her fingers were covered in dark brown fingerless gloves that revealed nails painted a glossy black. Around her neck hung a large, battered stopwatch, ticking ominously, a reminder of her precise and dangerous history.
Her Faunus trait was immediately recognizable—patches of murky, shaded-green scales dotted her skin, glinting faintly even in the subdued light. These scales extended across her body and face, forming a natural armor that highlighted her crocodilian nature. Her nails were sharp and polished in black, and her mouth was lined with pointed metal teeth that gleamed menacingly, two small screws anchoring them securely in place.
Tock looked every bit as fierce as the stories told about her—a former mercenary with a reputation for taking jobs from the worst of the worst, people many in polite society would never dare associate with. How she ended up as a professor at Beacon was a tale not often shared, a story tucked away in Beacon's enigmatic past.
Watching the holoprojector, Headmaster Ozpin took a thoughtful sip from his ever-present mug, his gaze shifting between Ruby Rose and her formidable opponent. "Hm," he murmured, eyes narrowing slightly. "Her opponent is Ms. Schnee, what a daunting match-up."
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