RWBY: Siblings Three (Malereader)

Family Bonding

"I'll kill you."

The words weren't a shout but a low, guttural promise that seemed to make the very air grow cold. He erupted from his spot, a blur of motion fueled by pure, unadulterated hatred.

Valerie's smirk finally faltered, replaced by a flicker of genuine surprise as she brought up her metal claws to parry his wild, devastating strike. The impact wasn't clean. It was a brutal, screeching clash of force that sent sparks cascading around them.

"Such anger!" She laughed, though the sound was strained as she was forced back a step by the sheer, raw power behind his blow. "Look at you! Father will be so proud!"

He didn't answer with words. He answered with a frenzy of attacks. Slash, thrust, kick. There was no finesse, no carefully honed technique. This was something primal, a storm of violence meant to dismantle and destroy. He moved faster than he ever had, each movement a testament to his breaking point.

Valerie, for all her taunting, was forced on the defensive. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized the calculating, evasive brother she'd been chasing was gone, replaced by this raw, unpredictable force of nature. A slash meant for her throat missed by a millimeter, tearing through the fabric of her sleeve instead.

"Shut up! I beat you before, easily. What makes you think I can't do it again?" He lunged high with his replica blade, and as Valerie's claws came up to block, he dropped low, sweeping her legs out from under her.

She hit the ground with a grunt of surprise, the air knocked from her lungs. For a single, glorious second, he had the advantage. He drove his boot down toward her chest, a move meant to shatter ribs and end the fight.

Valerie's arm snapped up, her metal-clawed gauntlet not blocking his stomp but catching it. The reinforced toes of his boot screeched against the polished steel of her vambrace. With a vicious twist of her wrist, she wrenched his leg, throwing his balance off completely.

Her free hand, claws extended, shot up from the ground, aiming to gut him.

Y/n was already moving, using her twist on his leg to propel himself into a desperate, off-balance backflip. The deadly claws missed his abdomen by inches, tearing another rent in his already-shredded coat. He landed awkwardly, his ankle screaming in protest from the violent twist, putting distance between them as she kipped back to her feet.

Then, a sharp pain, just a prick, he looked down to see a small, tranquilizer dart sticking out of his pant leg. A cold numbness was already spreading rapidly from the wound.

"You asked how I'd beat you, well I brought backup." Standing amidst the swirling ash, looking utterly pristine in their black and white suits, were Ashton and Ashley. Ashton was idly kicking a piece of rubble, while Ashley had her pistol pointed casually in their direction.

"Took you two long enough," Valerie said, her voice returning to its familiar, mocking lilt. "I was just about to collect our prize."

Valerie disengaged her claw mechanism before he could recover, her now-free hand clamped onto his wrist like a vice. At the same moment, her other hand, came up and locked onto his shirt holding him fast as he struggled against her hold.

"Ah, ah, ah," Valerie tutted, her face blurring in his vision. "The more you fight it, the worse the headache will be. Trust me."

Ashton bounded over, a wide, unnerving grin splitting his features. "Whoa! He put up a way bigger fight than you said he would, Big Sis! Look at this place!" He gestured at the scorched and cratered ground around them.

"Shut up and help me," Valerie snapped, her voice losing its playful edge.

With a final, monumental surge of strength, he didn't try to pull away from her claws. Instead, he slammed his forehead forward, directly into the bridge of her nose.