The sound of a nose getting cracked was not an easy noise to forget. The feeling of someone's bones breaking against your knuckles might have been worse... Vivian was thankful for once that she didn't have to worry about remembering a feeling like that. 'Your hands break fragile things.' She made sure to remind herself of that fact every single day. Bones were no exception, at least without the protection of aura to get in the way of her metal. Thinking back on that unfortunate part of that particular day rarely failed to make her cringe a little. Inflicting that pain on someone that you cared so deeply about couldn't be a fun memory for anyone to recall. However, as far as terrible first meetings went, the result was about as best as one could ask for. How often did decking a guy square in the face make him fall for you?
Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly how it happened, but it made for a funny story to tell people. It was nearly as entertaining for Vivian to replay it in her mind, minus the face-smashing bit. She couldn't deny that may have felt good in the moment, but the circumstances back then were entirely different. It had all been a misunderstanding that only occurred thanks to some truly unbelievable luck. If she had known where their relationship would be headed, she probably wouldn't have hit him hard enough to break his mouth. Despite the good results that came out of that first incident, she had no intention of driving her fist into his face ever again.
Until today.
Vivian wouldn't have blamed Michael if he would have chosen not get into the ring with her after that incident. Thankfully, he had accepted her invitation! They were long overdue for a fair rematch, and today was the day. A boxing ring might have given her an unfair advantage, so they had opted for one of the open training arenas on the school grounds. A wide open space for combat, with the occasional wooden barricade scattered about for cover. Vivian had spent the last twenty minutes in the next room over, beating a training dummy like it owed her money. Needless to say, her blood was pumping and she was ready to rock. The girl didn't have a weapon on her other than the prosthetic arms attached to her upper body. It was probably for the best, seeing as the first time her and Michael had gone head-to-head, the fight was rather... brief. She had zero doubt in her boyfriend's skill and talent as a Huntsman-in-training, but there was simply a gap in experience between the two of them that made sparring a little uneven. At the very least, he had his full aura this time, which would hopefully prevent the shattering of any bones. Going easy on him wouldn't do him any good, but it wouldn't hurt to even the playing field a little. Her guns were only ever a secondary tool, so she had gone without them today. A black, sleeveless tank top had been selected by her in order to show off her shiny metal arms, loaded with electric dust that made her symmetrical, synthetic 'veins' glow a bright yellow. More dust was waiting in the small pouch on the belt that was secured over her shorts, without the ammunition and holsters that usually accompanied it.
The faunus stood idle in the arena, leaning back against the wall with her scroll in one hand. Michael already knew by now that she was not the most patient of people, and yet he would get reminded again. There was a chance he was already drawing near, but she wasn't one to wait and find out. Instead, he got a couple of text messages sent his way.
'im here'
'where u at?'