why did he agree to this again ? jaune found himself wondering that every time he faced off against ren. wolven eyes should have have been focused on his teammate’s erratic movements when it came to parrying his blows, redirecting the force, but so often knight found himself focusing on some minuscule detail. it would be detrimental to his training if he kept slipping up like this, especially if it was something small, like the elegant furl of ren’s hair when he dipped and moved, the striking intensity of sharp magenta eyes, or the swift, elegant strikes jaune only barely caught before needing to push ren off his person. there was so much he just wanted to watch, observe, instead of learning to parry and he knew that was infatuation speaking, but he needed to focus !
one strike. two. he needed to learn to let ren come to him. he was disadvantaged when it came to speed, but he could take the damage in his blows quite easy, possibly redirect the force. he could hold ren at bay, counter strike when necessary, pin him down if jaune had the reflexes to do so. he was already panting from the exertion. the hot mistrali sun was beating down on them, and shedding his armour for the mobility didn’t seem to be having much of an effect. ren would come at jaune with the force of a speeding bullet and it felt like the wolf was moving in slow motion, catching up only enough to avoid serious damage. one blow prompts ren’s dual blades to clash against his own, sparks between them as jaune stares at magenta hue, widening for a moment as distracted mind once again becomes enchanted with the pretty colour. he faltered, cheeks flushing as jaune tried to regain balance.
not again. @stormfloret / plotted starter.










