Chapter #8An embarrassing upset for the Ice Queen by: WritingGuy   Standing before him was Beacon's very own white-haired ice queen. Weiss's recognizable figure- petite, slender, and elegant- stood directly across from him.
"Hmph. It's a waste of time having me fight against Jaune, Professor Goodwitch! Can't I fight someone who will give me a challenge?"
Oof, that stung. She was right though. Jaune was completely outmatched by Weiss in agility, precision, and in general overall combat ability. He was bigger than her and could hit harder, but she could hit even harder than he could when she was using dust to augment her attacks, plus her glyphs.
"Miss Schnee, please do not insult your opponent, least of all when you're in front of me. Jaune may be inexperienced, but I believe he has the potential to become a great huntsman.
Aw, thanks Professor G!
"We'll see about that..." Weiss grumbled, blowing a lock of hair out of her face.
Ugh, she was really hot, but she could be really mean to him sometimes. It was times like this that made him reconsider why he'd tried so hard to get her affections...
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Three minutes later, and Jaune was down to 50% aura, while Weiss was at a nice 88%- he'd managed to get in one lucky hit, but he hadn't accomplished anything beyond that. It was taking everything he had just to defend from Weiss's attacks! The Schnee Snow Angel was currently zipping around him, launching herself from one glyph to the next, making it seem almost like there was a very large, very angry hummingbird darting about him.
Was he going to lose again? Like a total loser?! He should've known this would happen...
Wait.
Why was he thinking like this? He had a semblance now! Sure, it wasn't one that he'd ever tested out, and he'd had it for... all of about 45 minutes. But still, he'd chosen it himself! There had to be a use to it in combat settings! Jaune might've been a teenage boy, but he was serious in following his dreams of becoming a huntsman- no, not just a huntsman, a hero!
And if he couldn't use his semblance to help him fight, than why had he even given it to himself in the first place?!
A flicker of white zipped past him, and Jaune turned just in time to dodge what would've been a piercing thrust from Weiss's rapier.
The two students were left standing roughly 15 feet apart directly across from her. Jaune gulped nervously, trying to think of a way to not go down like a chump, while Weiss raised her rapier once again. She'd had enough of Jaune enduring her attacks, and was planning on defeating him in her next move- a one hit KO!
Time seemed to slow down as Jaune's eyes widened. He could see the glyph forming under Weiss, followed by her legs tensing, the girl moving into charging position as if in slow-motion (*Not time actually slowing down, it's just adrenaline.)
The moment came, Weiss shooting forwards like an arrow launched from a fully drawn bow...
And Jaune used his semblance on her. It was a dumb, spur-of-the-moment idea, but what was important was that it worked- Jaune's semblance allowed him to manipulate a person's body- especially their mass...
And so it was that Weiss's eyes went wide open, an undignified squawk exiting her mouth as her body suddenly enlarged- Jaune was a teenage boy, and if there was one thing that teenage boys thought about more than anything else, it was boobs.
Weiss's breasts inflated, the girl going from flat to stacked in the space of a single second! Weiss had been fully committed to her glyph-powered thrust, fully in motion... a mathematical equation that had absolutely not factored in a sudden dramatic change to her mass, weight, and center of gravity.
Jaune had just enough presence of mind to stick one leg out- the tiny part of him that wasn't gaping like a fish at the sight of an ocean of cleavage rushing towards him where there had previously been only a tiny puddle.
Damn. He honestly couldn't tell if Weiss's outfit had grown along with her breasts and was simply made to show off her new, ample cleavage or if it was unchanged and just on the verge of spilling out endowments it wasn't made to contain.
Sudden bosomy distraction aside, Jaune's lone outstretched leg did the trick. Weiss was already critically off balance- and Jaune felt a ping of satisfaction as the girl shrieked as her momentum brought her right across Jaune's leg, tripping over it...
The sheer amount of momentum she'd built up, combined with how much the vast change in her balance sent her tumbling over, practically somersaulting on the hard, unforgiving surface of the arena floor!
Damn! The impact from her spill had taken out a solid 30% of her aura! Weiss had hit the ground so hard that she'd dropped down to 58%!
The white-haired girl was groaning, clearly disoriented... Jaune hesitated, not wanting to strike the downed girl with his sword... but this was his chance, wasn't it?
Thinking quickly, he settled on something that he felt didn't compromise his 'heroic code.' Rather than striking Weiss with his sword, he came down on top of her, pinning her before she had a chance to get up! He'd play-wrestled often with his sisters as a kid, so his technique, while amateurish, was still effective. It helped that Weiss was a good half-a-foot shorter than him (the difference had been more like a full foot prior to his first ever usage of his semblance.) His sword came up, and Weiss's face paled as the point of his blade was leveled at her throat.
"Weiss Schnee is unable to continue! Jaune Arc is the winner!"
Jaune couldn't believe his ears! Had... had that really happened?! He... he never thought he'd hear those words (in that order at least) from Professor Goodwitch's mouth!
"W-what?! NO! Professor, this isn't over! I have plenty of aura left!"
"Miss Schnee, Mr. Arc has you quite thoroughly pinned, and were this a real combat scenario he would've ended things by now. Now both of you, please stand up and leave the arena."
It had finally happened! He'd one! He wasn't a loser anymore! And Weiss was a way better fighter than Cardin, so didn't this technically mean that he'd beaten Cardin as well?
Jaune was in the middle of enjoying his victory high, adrenaline pumping through him... giving him enough of a rush that he didn't even realize he'd forgotten something...
The next words he heard froze him in his tracks, leaving him wide-eyed.
1) "Mr. Arc, please turn Miss Schnee back to normal before you go change. And congratulations on figuring out how to use your semblance in combat. Miss Schnee, let this be a lesson to you. Even an experienced fighter can be defeated through proper usage of a semblance as, *ahem* unorthodox as Mr. Arc's." People aren't just aware of when he makes changes, his semblance was already listed in his student files!
2) "Jaune! There's no other explanation for this! You did something to me, didn't you?!" Weiss hisses to Jaune. Oops, turns out that people he alters are aware of the change! (Weiss's clothes DID NOT grow with her breasts.)
3) "He just got lucky! I-I tripped, and he took advantage of it! It's just a dumb fluke, nothing else!" Weiss growls angrily, stalking off to get changed. Nobody but Jaune is aware of the change. As far as everyone is concerned, Weiss has always been huge-breasted. (Weiss's clothes DID grow to fit her breasts.)  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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