Sweat rolled down Yang’s forehead, her locks burning gold and her eyes a bright red. Training was by no means a simple or easy task, and this had been one of the most intense matches she’d had in a while. She knew too many familiar fighting styles, and though she had no idea what to expect in the tournament, Yang wanted to prepare for anything. And if RWBY was matched up with VRML, she’d at least have some idea of what to expect.
She was panting harder than she’d expected. She didn’t have time to check her scroll, but it would have shown that her aura was starting to get low. Not low enough to rule her out of competition, but she could only sponge a few more hits before then. It wasn’t easy, either. A long reach like the one Vanil’s weapon gave her was hard to approach with a close quarters weapon, and her long range shots were little more than idle pressure. Yang was fairly sure she was losing this match.
But she wouldn’t let Vanil know. “Ready to give up yet?” she said, with a cocky grin.
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