Cutting the Cards: Ace of Spades X Scissorman Crossover (Collab)

Chapter 11: Scissorman and Ace vs. RWBY and JNPR (Part 2)

(A/N: Narc is my bae)

- Ace's POV -

I coughed and pulled myself up, onto my knees, with a painful groan. Being thrown out of a window was no fun. Ever. I ought to have know, having just been fuckin' defenestrated!

Yang: "I wouldn't recommend getting back up."

Said the blonde bombshell, as her foot stamped down next to me, and a dangerous look twinkled in her eyes, shotgun gauntlets clicking. I raised an eyebrow.

Ace: "Oh, care for my well-being now, do you?"

Yang: "Trust me, kid. Whatever it is you're after, it's not worth the beating-"

Quick as lightning, I spun around on the floor and knocked Yang's legs out from under her. She yelped, at the unexpected move, and fell smack onto her face. I didn't waste time rushing up onto my feet, but a retaliatory kick from Yang in the knee ensured that I'd fallen and stayed down as well.

I turned on the spot just in time to see Yang crawl atop me and raise her fists. I grit my teeth, one hand absent-mindedly looking for my deck of cards. It wasn't where I'd put it!

God damn- No knife, no cards. What weapon will be taken from me next?!

Yang was aiming at my crotch.

FUCK NO-!

I kicked myself away, spreading my legs with an unintentional scream of panic. Her fist just hardly missed my groin, smacking a miniature hole in the ground. You can mess with me, you can mess with my weapons... But when you mess with the one weapon that counts, I get a little pissed off.

With an angered growl, I kicked the girl in her stupid face, knocking her down again. Now we were both on the ground. She aimed a punch at me, easily dodged with a roll to the side. I aimed a punch at her gut, only to nearly get a knee in the face. This went on for what felt like far too long, a hit-and-miss dance of a battle on the ground, which only ended when Yang seemed to spot something up in the sky out of the corner of her eye, before suddenly rolling out of the way.

Confusion painting me, I looked up at the sky as well... Only to have my eyes widen. Nora was falling straight down towards me, hammer raised and face contorted in delight.

Ace: "Oh, for fucks-"

The hammer came crashing down, but I wasn't there anymore. The confusion across Nora's face was hilarious to behold, as I reformed out of the cloud of ash above her and landed on her back, grabbing the back of her head and smacking it into the handle of her own hammer. Hard.

I pulled her head back and did it a second time. I wanted to do it a third, but something had caught and wrapped around my arm, pulling it back a bit. Next thing I knew, I'd been kicked in the face by a certain cat faunus, and ended up stumbling backwards, rubbing my jaw.

Blake got into a fighting ready position, retracting her weapon and aiming it at me. Yang and Nora joined her, a little famished, but looking battle-ready nonetheless. I scoffed, clicking my neck.

This whole situation was about to get a whole lot harder.

- Scissorman's POV -

This whole situation was getting me a whole lot harder~

The yelp emitted by Emerald was something to to shiver at in pure ecstasy. God, was I loving this. The girl fell backwards, rolling away and coughing in pain. We were on the Beacon rooftop now... Cinder, hurt and bleeding behind me, and Emerald still on her feet, trying to fight me off.