Beacon wasn’t the worst experience in the world. In fact, you’d enjoyed most of it, even if the halls were filled with… characters. Friends were never really your thing, and with your skill level being what it was, Ozpin had decided a solo team suited you best. You didn’t complain. Without teammates, Port’s endless war stories and Oobleck’s caffeine-fueled lectures were easier to focus on. The only real problem was combat class. No one came close to matching you. Pyrrha Nikos was the closest, and though her talent was undeniable, you still sat a level above. So, when Goodwitch announced you’d be facing the Schnee heiress herself, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical

At the lockers, Weiss kept glancing at you, sharp little glares like she was already dissecting your fighting style from the way you walked or strapped on gear. It didn’t matter. She polished her rapier, loading dust with a practiced hand, then offered you one last icy look before heading to the arena. You readied Astilla, your weapon of choice—designed to hit hard, its modifications allowing you to shape glass from your semblance into deadly slugs, while unbreakable glass blades waited for close-quarters combat

By the time you entered the arena, the stands were buzzing. Teams RWBY and JNPR cheered Weiss on, voices carrying through the amphitheater. Across from you, Weiss stood proud and defiant, rapier glinting beneath the lights. You already knew you were going to win—but maybe, just maybe, she had a few tricks that could make things interesting. Both of you gave a nod to Goodwitch

“Let the match begin!”

And just like that, Weiss dashed forward, blade flashing as she closed the distance