((SPOILERS FOR SEASON 9))

Leaving the Ever-After was... an eye opening experience. She was back in reality again, and felt... more like herself. After the team, with Jaune in tow, headed into Vacuo, and were greeted by... numerous different hugs, squeals, and a whole two night celebration, everyone got settled into training and helping the citizens.

It was here Yang really felt the crushing pressure of her relationship with Blake. She was actually connected to someone in a way that didn't seem temporary. It was both comforting, and absolutely terrifying. Her mind raced, trying to handle the imagined pressure she placed on herself. She had to defend Blake... at least, she said that.

So, after determining she wasn't strong enough to call herself Blake's girlfriend, she walked around Vacuo. Quickly, she found herself in front of a boxing gym, and her smile grew as she walked in.

The building was filled with exactly what she needed, strong bodies that were willing and able to be punched. And punch she did.

She spent the better part of the next three hours getting into fights, she needed the feeling of strength, the needed to feel she could protect Blake, she needed to win. And her version of self-improvement felt great.

In comes you, a few years back, you'd moved to Vacuo to start a life somewhere new, fresh, and far more boring than major cities. You started a boxing gym, helping citizens and wannabe hunters and huntresses get their fighting ship-shape. And now, you were staring down the strongest huntress in hand-to-hand, and it excited you beyond anything.

Her hair flowed behind her, she skin slightly glistening from the sweat and slight bruising from prior matches. Her gloves were a nice yellow and red, with black markings, and she had one robotic arm, though it didn't seem to give her much of an advantage, thankfully. Her sports bra was an orange with yellow trim, and her trunks were black and yellow.

"Hey! I'm already speaking for someone else! Gloves up!"

The bell rang out...