Nectar of Vengeance (Cheater RWBY x Male Vampire OC)

Chapter-13: Who We Become

The dim lighting of the room resembled that of an interrogation room, a perfect compliment for the tortured mentality of the two people fighting in the arena.

Julius Arc said it right, a suffering Arc is a capable Arc. A realistic Arc. A wise Arc. A strong Arc. Jaune could hold that saying close to his heart now, maybe he had something to thank fate for?

Jaune's growth was indeed that immense, thanks in no small part to his nearly unending aura. Determination dragged him through countless grueling training regimes, he went almost two days at a go training without a break, before collapsing and bring treated by Professor Peach. In about two weeks, he became capable enough to pose a decent challenge for Oscar. There was a noticeable change to him when he fought now, as though all pretence of being defensive flew out of the window. Ever since sending back Crocoa Mors, Jaune practiced with a simple arming sword from Beacon's Weapons Facility. Without a shield, he had to do his best deflecting, blocking or glancing off blows. Defense was a weak point for Jaune now, but he was crazy when it came to offense.

Granted his technique was a third of what it should have been from the start for a Beacon student.

Currently, he was on a fast paced duel with Night, where his offense was allowed to shine. The sword was but a silver blur as it tried and failed to hit Beacon's resident vampire, otherwise attempting to glance off the bullets that could be fatal to anyone without a large aura pool.

Night: Try firmly holding the sword's flat side against the trajectory of the bullets.

Granted it would take a lot of time for him to be capable enough to take on other strong Huntsmen of his age, but his growth was still somewhat surprising. He was now easily capable of besting Cardin one-on-one.

Meanwhile, Night had this nagging feeling at the back of his mind, as though he was forgetting something crucial.

It wasn't until he tilted his body sideways to dodge the blow attempted to cleave the left quarter of his body off that he realized his glaring lack of a close combat weapon. He could deny the flaw by thinking to himself that he needed nothing of the sort, but that would only be a blatant lie. Cinder's sword helped him fend off his attackers long enough to tire them out, and he was pretty sure that his gun cannot handle a heavy blow by a huge hammer or a scythe.

Sidestepping Jaune's decent lunge, Night whipped out his scroll to check the time. Apparently, he had three hours before curfew. Deciding to end things quickly, Night turned back at the nick of time to find Jaune charging at him,  dragging his sword across the ground and causing sparks to be emitted. Night bent low, poised on returning Jaune's attack in kind, until Jaune gained enough distance to channel his vertical aura fueled arc. If it connected, Night would pretty much have been at the infirmary.  However, it never did, for the Arc completely forgot the speed advantage that his opponent had over him. Before he knew it, Night maneuvered around his sword and jammed Gehenna so hard onto his neck he was pretty sure the gunslinger was ready to shoot off his jugular. Seeing no other alternative, Beacon's tortured knight yielded.

Night: Well, I'd like to say that your hotheaded combat mentality might be your imminent doom, but I am pretty sure that if you practice more, it might just spell your opponent's.

Jaune shook off the attempt of a compliment.

Jaune: I am pretty sure that if I am still not able to hit you, I am liable to get my masculinity massacred again.

He paused a bit.

Jaune: Or whatever's left of my masculinity.

Night: Growth is growth, Jaune. The faster you get accustomed to acknowledging it, the better you can understand exactly how much more you need to grow.