RWBYFanon v5
RPG World of Remnant => The Vale Region => Beacon Academy => Topic started by: Xarias Fury on April 12, 2017, 09:40:04 AM
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Ugh. Another day another pain in the butt. Wisteria never liked it when she had to replenish her dust reserves but running out right in the middle of a sparring session literally left her aching all over. It didn't help that she didn't do well in melee in general but standing blankly thinking a fireball would come out only to get a tiny tinder really caught her off guard. Maybe setting a portion of the library on fire throwing burning literarure at two idiots didnt help with that.
After receiving her package out front, a good few refill canisters, Wisteria sighed and trodded along, not paying attention to her path. Most often people would actively avoid her when she had this much dust; they already did when she had a small amount in her gloves, but several canisters worth of angry elemental projectiles would certainly be something to worry about. And anybody who made her trip and spill it would be getting way more than just a bad scolding. Or scalding.
Every now and then Wisteria would hear other students talking about her temper. It wasn't her fault people were dumb as rocks, is it? No. They're inherently stupid thinking that jusy because she's a petite framed female that she'd let fools have their way with her. More than once did she have to visit the disciplinary office for starting fights but luckily she never caused any real harm save for property damage which was almost always fixed the same day by someone with a good repairing semblance of sorts.
Hearing some random guy mention her name with a certain derrogatory term akim to a female mutt, Wisteria turned and threw an encyclopedia from her bag at record speeds straight at the bastard, losing track of where her cart was going and soon enough the thing found itself rolling down a slope.
Realizing too late that her supplies were getting away she shouted and took chase, tripping on her own feet as the cart started picking up speed towars a crowd of people downhill.
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The sudden shout was more than enough to alert the people in the area, including one that stood at the bottom of the slope. Lyssa turned and looked blankly at the runaway cart, blinking twice as she watched it come in her direction. Some idiot must have been absolutely careless, she thought to herself as she began to scowl. Seeing as it was coming right towards her, she believed that she had reason enough to kick the damn thing out of her way. Not for one moment did she consider what exactly was in it. With her temper clouding any rational thinking, Lyssa pulled her leg back before swinging it from the side towards the cart.
Usually, when she was mindlessly kicking things, those things wouldn't violently explode. Once the shopping cart did exactly that, the blast of elemental energy easily knocked her off of her feet, sending her tumbling backwards across the ground. After coming to a stop, she could only lay there for a moment, dumbfounded by what had just happened.
'You really are a dumbass.'
At first, she was confused. Naturally, it only took a matter of seconds for that feeling to shift into an instant and uncontrollable buildup of rage inside of her. If the owner of the of that rolling bomb hadn't been stupid enough to let it go right then, that explosion probably could have been avoided. At the very least, it could have been someone else's problem to deal with. Letting out a groan, Lyssa reached under herself to draw her rifle, propping it against the ground to support herself as she slowly rose to her feet. That blast took a bit out of her, for sure, but at this point she was practically running off of her anger. Once she was standing again, she brushed a little dirt off of her uniform's skirt before beginning to march towards the origin of the cart. She quickly spotted a certain someone that looked like they had just lost their personal belongings in the explosion.
"You there." Lyssa looked down at the purple-haired girl, rifle still in hand as she gave her a stare of absolute contempt. "Tell me... Did that belong to you?"
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A whole cart of dust gone in an instan, all because she lost track of it and had it roll towards some hot headed idiot. Luckily the person in question seemed fine, despite taking quite a beating from the blast a second ago, and started glaring at her. Not knowing whether she should apologize or not.
Seeing the crater where her months supply of dust went she glared back at the older girl, practically a foot taller as well, and answered "Yeah, and you just blew it up you dumb oaf!"
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Lyssa scowled at the much smaller girl as she was insulted, all the while trying to keep her temper at a reasonable level. With what had just happened, that was proving to be extremely difficult. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let out a long sigh, soon returning her gaze to the woman in front of her. While she was keeping herself at a level where she didn't yet feel the need to clock her, letting out some or that anger was inevitable.
"If you had paid attention, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?" Lyssa crouched down, now at eye-level with the young woman. She didn't know how easily intimidated the girl was, but she wanted to test that. "Are you going to say sorry?"
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" Oh I will," she replied, arns crossed and gaze unwavering "but only after you say sorry and pay for my months worth of dust that you so carelessly blew up! Who in their right mind would kick a cart full of highly volatile dust!?
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"I'm sorry that you're blind and braindead." Lyssa stood up tall again, rolling her eyes as she listened to the request. This girl really had some nerve, didn't she? 'Don't lose your cool.' As entertaining as it would be to fight the girl, she knew that she'd be at a disadvantage after that explosion.
"You're not getting any money from me, nor pity. Too bad you didn't bomb someone that gives a shit." Using both hands, she gestured down at her school uniform, which was now dirty and slightly burnt in a few spots. "If anything, you owe me. You've ruined my clothes, and my day. Be glad I haven't bashed your head in."
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Your clothes would'nt be ruined if you hadn't triggered an explosion in the first place! she argued, glad that the explosion probably weakened her. Wisteria probably wouldn't be able to take her on without any dust anyways. "besides, I'm sure the cart would have rolled to a stop eventually. That or someone who wasn't such a muscleheaded brute would have caught it properly.
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Lyssa was visibly angered further as she was called muscleheaded. That wasn't far off from the truth, which she knew, and that only made the insult more effective. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath, trying once more to calm down. The last thing she wanted to do was to prove that point more than she already had. Looking down at the girl again, she forced a smile.
"Listen, uh... Whatever your name is. We're obviously not going to reach any sort of agreement here. I'm not going to pay for your stuff, and you aren't giving me shit. So, I'ma get going," she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb as she spoke, "Because this is a waste of my time." Taking her weapon, she slung it over her back again before placing her hands on her hips. "Maybe you could go around and ask for charity! I'm sure there's lots of people around here willing to help out a little kid." With that, she gave Wisteria an intentionally degrading pat on the head and started to walk off in the opposite direction.
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With all due honesty Wisteria didn't really care about getting her money back, she also didn't care that much about her dust getting wasted. What she did care about at the moment was that smug brute or didn't seem to give half a damn about destroying her property. Sure it was somewhat her fault but a simple apology and she can't even manage tht much? No way she's going to let this slide, not while her temper was still seething and her mood way in the red.
"What, scared I'd kick your butt so you're just going to turn tail and run away? Or is that skull of yours too thick to get it in your head that you still owe me a cart of dust? Wisteria taunted, her voice condescending and in all ways meant to annoy. "Must be hard processing all that's going on right now since you're too stupid to comprehend it. What if I said it five times slower, maybe that'll get through. Maybe you snorted too much dust back there, thats bad for you, you know? Then again I guess babies can't help but stick random things in their mouths and noses!
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Lyssa wanted to keep acting like she didn't give a damn, she really did. The cockiness that Wisteria possessed was making that very, very difficult. She knew that it would be basically impossible for her to let the girl get the last word in.
Reluctantly stopping and turning to face the other woman, Lyssa scowled at her, keeping the distance that she had made between the two of them. She could stand there and be called dumb and slow all day, but being told that she'd get her ass kicked was beyond outrageous to her. Especially considering that it was coming from this one. Perhaps she was letting her pride get the best of her, but she didn't seem to care.
"Alright, you fuckin' leprechaun. Don't be so sure of yourself. I could beat you with one arm." She didn't want to think about it, but there were a few potential disadvantages if she did actually decide to challenge the girl to a fight. Lyssa carried only a single weapon with her uniform instead of her regular combat vest. Only one magazine for the gun she did have. No dust, unfortunately. That stupid cart did a number on her aura, though that probably was still useable. "And I don't know why you think I'm the only dumb one here. You let the cart get away from you. I mean, I'm not the one that carelessly mishandled explosive materials like some sort of disabled person." At this point, she had nearly forgotten that the two of them weren't alone, and as such wasn't filtering her speech much.
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"Well, newsflash, you shouldn't be kicking other people's stuff in the first place! We're in a school where people carry explosives around like it was the damned Great War and you expect to hit a cart full of Remnant knows what the heck is inside and not cause damage of some sort? This isn't exactly the training area where lugging your damned weapons and feet around randomly to smack some dummies to feel better about yourself won't cause property damage and self inflicted harm!" she rebutted, her words rapidly coming out in an eveb fiercer tone. If this bitch didn't blow up what dust she had left she might have started hurling icicles by now. Crossing her arms in a smug manner, more to piss of the other girl rather than feeling confident, Wisteria spewed even more insults in an insultingly haughty tone
"Oh, that must be it. You can't actually fight properly so hitting inanimate objects must be your only way to satisfy your urge to use those msucles for brains of yours!
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At this point, Lyssa herself had begun to doubt her argument. It was stupid to kick the cart. Had she maybe taken a moment to consider any other option besides hitting it, she would have probably ended up using her semblance. Creating a barrier to stop the cart would have been almost effortless. Knowing that she had acted stupidly didn't result in any sort of positive reaction, of course. She only grew angrier. Still, this girl was still a bitch, and she did carelessly handle explosives in public. As for the questioning of her combat skills, that was what truly pissed her off. This brat couldn't be any higher than a second year, for sure. Continuing to disregard her lack of preparedness, Lyssa reached behind herself and drew her rifle once again, still glaring at Wisteria.
"You talk a lot of shit. Something tells me you won't back that up. If I'm such a bad fighter, then prove that you can kick my ass." The gun she held remained at her side for the moment. Trying to fight her here wouldn't be the best idea. Not only that, but there was also a chance that she would refuse to spar. "Come on, this will be entertaining." Despite how enraged she truly was, Lyssa put on a smug face, doing her best to play it cool.
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Shit. What did I get myself into this time? Wisteria thought, her continuous halting the second the rifle was pulled out. Judging by the height and features of the girl inquestion, she could very well be a third or fourth year student. In short not to be taken lightly. Wisteria's glare softened to a scowl and her hand itched to just throw the nearest damned book she had at this bitch. Unfortunately, she already wasted her dictionary on a random loser, and some of her other reading materials went flying off into the distance, having been in the cart a moment before.
She'd definitely lose but if one thing was for certain, she still had her wicked tongue. Not that it wohld matter once she got shot at. In fact it might make things even worse. She had to think it over, maybe borrow some canisters from someone or even apologize or persuasion or-
"Ha! Resulting to petty violence just because you're in the wrong? You really are a brute. And a filthy one at that."
Too late
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Watching Wisteria's reaction, Lyssa became slightly more confident in her intimidation. She began to walk forward, stopping close enough in front of the girl so that she could look down at her again. At this point, she had started to forget about controlling her temper and was letting it leak out.
"I'd be more than happy to!" Her annoyance by this girl was quite obvious at this point, seeing as she was gritting her teeth when she wasn't shouting. "You'll be the filthy one once I wipe the fucking floor with you! Or, you can still back down. Like a bitch."
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Wisteria grinned at the teeth grinding girl in front of her. Clearly she was annoying her but that still didn't mean she won the argument. Resisting the urge to backdown she puffed her chest up rather imposingly for her small stature and smiled despite her furrowing brow.
Scoffing out loud she said, "Are you sure you want to pick a fight with me? You're barely standing after that explosion. Oh don't worry I'm sure somebody is going to help you pick your butt up. After it takes a good whooping from me!
Way to seal the deal,Wisteria. Picking fights with a fourth year, and with no dust to boot.
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Lyssa gave a legitimate grin at the girl's questioning. "I've picked fights with much, much worse opponents than you. I'm used to getting my ass kicked. But you? No, I don't think you could fucking touch me. If I didn't just get hit by a rolling bomb, you and I both know how quickly that shit would end. Consider yourself lucky." Then, suddenly, the realization hit her. She visibly grimaced as it occurred to her, no longer finding as much amusement from the situation.
'Fuuuck.' This girl, packed with foolish pride, willing to take on an opponent quite obviously out of her league. It was like looking at a mirror. The idea that herself and this gnome had similarities disgusted her, really, but it was hard to deny. She had probably done something just like this a dozen times throughout her first two years. And, much like she was planning to do for Wisteria, she had been put in her place on many of those occasions. Hopefully, the brat would be a bit more perceptive and would learn her lesson after the first time.
"... Tell ya' what. Let's have our little battle. If you are really able to whoop me, I'll replace your precious dust and more." She had calmed down a bit at this point, though seeing as the girl wasn't backing down, she pressed on. "But, when I stomp your ass into the dirt, all I'd like is an apology. How's that sound to you, princess?"
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"You're so going to regret challenging me. I'll show you who's the twerp. "
Pulling her dagger out of her belt sheathe she extended it to a full sized sabre and grinned. Luckily she still had some dust in this at least. Her gloves had a few vials worth as well. More than enough for a beat-up bitch.
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Lyssa had been expecting for them to go to the arena for this fight, but seeing that Wisteria had already drawn her weapon, it didn't appear that the girl wanted to wait very long. The small crowd around them had created some distance, most likely wanting to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Surely, a teacher or some other sort of staff would come across them fighting before the duel would even reach a conclusion. 'We'll just have to end this quickly, then.' If she was going to get in trouble, it would have to be worth it.
Taking her rifle in both hands, she flipped it around to point the barrel towards the ground before pressing a button on the side. Out of the butt of the weapon extended a long, one-sided blade that curved slightly towards the top. Now with the weapon in it's glaive form, she backed up a step, her gaze never leaving her target.
"Ready? ... Go."
While underequipped, Lyssa still had the advantage of skill. Almost immediately, she made a broad swing from the right towards Wisteria. Not wanting to let her get out of the way, she used her semblance to create a small barrier directly behind the girl, the only indication being the brief hum of it forming. If she could catch her off guard at the beginning, perhaps the fight would lean in her favor more.
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Wisteria honestly didn't know what to expect. She picked a fight with a higher yeared student who'd probably kick her butt, was low on dust, and also started the fight in broad daylight with a bunch of bystanders. It was definitely not one of her smartest choices.
Lyssa swung, her longer weapon closing the gap quickly, and Wisteria being used to keeping distance, leaped backwards. Or at least she tried to. An audible humming sound came from behind and blocked her retreat, stumbling her a bit and also opening her to a strong melee attack from an equally pissed off girl. Fumblimg with her weapon she takes a slash straight from the side which sends her sprawling to the side, her footwork clearly needing a bit more work and her pride taking an even harder hit from such a cheap tactic.
Shouting in anger Wisteria opened up with a wall of icicles spanning in a semi circle in front of her and a barrage of ice spears the second she caught sight of Lyssa again. She srill felt the damage from the blow earlier amd it was clear that in a melee bout she'd be at a disadvantage. Best thing she could attempt now is keeping her at range and hope her dust didnt run out.
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After smacking Wisteria to the side with her weapon, Lyssa felt a surge of confidence. Yes, her aura was low, but if she could simply focus on not getting hit, that wouldn't really be an issue. Of course, being the aggressive fighter that she was, she didn't want to go on the defensive just yet. It would be better to keep getting attacks in while her opponent was still attempting to recover. Still, she knew she could create two more barriers at the very least before her semblance would have to recharge.
Crouching down, she created another one of the translucent shields in front of herself, though this one was tilted forward almost like a ramp. After hearing the shattering of ice hitting the other side, she used the last of her charge to create another barrier that extended her ramp. Her defensive options would be limited after that, but she didn't particularly care. Getting back up, she started her charge up the makeshift slope, leaping at the end and over the wall of ice. Not having much room to swing, she instead went for a drop kick, aiming to drive both of her boots into Wisteria's head from above.
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Catalina passed by with his newly bought rounds and stopped when he saw his teammate facing a dropkick from above. Judging by her opponent who is probably a third or even fourth year and the fact that there is lots of people watching, she didn't asked for it. Well, not in the usual sense of asking, but rather drag herself into one.
Cat just watched as the fight resolve itself without asking or pulling his weapon. Better not do anything than to do something wrong, at least for now.
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Wisteria grimaced as Lyssa quickly closed distance but held her ground, aiming her left hand high up while shooting a blast of fire at her opponent's feet in the form of a fireball. She kept her sword nearby to parry any sudden weapon attacks but was still aching from the earlier side hit.
"Take this!
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Suddenly, Lyssa couldn't see her opponent. That was probably a result of the fire that had surrounded her for a brief moment, her aura taking a hit as well. Still, the fireball hadn't stopped her kick from making contact. As she felt that, she pushed off of Wisteria, starting to spin her weapon back around. After landing on her feet again, she fired a shot at the girl from the rifle end of her weapon before turning it around yet again to make a diagonal swipe with the bladed side.
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Catalina takes note on what he can learn from the battle. Since he didn't know what lead to the fight, he didn't cheer for either of them.
"Yeah, that's a move I do too."
Cat decided that it's not yet time to intervene, but it's time to call in his weapon. It is going to take some time. He needs test his new rounds too.
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Wisteria groaned as the consecutive strikes hit her, it was all too fast and for the most part she didn't expect Lyssa to get through the blast at all. First a stomp to the her raised arm, next a shot to her side followed by slash. The attacks felt way harder now that she was regaining her cool which, oddly enough, was now that she was in the heat of battle. Talk about ironic.
Snapping back into action, Wisteria used some kinetic dust to power up her dash away while preparing a blast of lightning. She spread some ice around the ground once again but only as a sheen clear surface, already begining to melt.
[Color=9966cc]"Is that the best you can do?[/color] she jeered, zapping a bolt towards Lyssa, keeping her other arm slightly near the ground.
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Lyssa kept her focus on her opponent as she turned her weapon around, able to clearly see her once again. Even with the brat yelling at her, she kept her mouth shut, wanting to avoid getting aggravated again. She pretty much lived for combat, but so far this wasn't proving to be as exciting of a match as she had originally hoped. While she still had to play it a little carefully, the competition was definitely becoming more leveled with each attack she made. Watching each of Wisteria's moves, she decided to make a dash for the girl, fully aware of the ice. Once she reached the slippery surface, she dropped onto her back, sliding across the ground and under the bolt of electricity towards her opponent while firing a round right at her.
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Grinning as Lyssa began her slide, Wisteria raised a wall of ice between her and Lyssa, blocking the bullet and stopping her advance. Now running low on ice dust she switched types and jumped away from the now wet floor. She wasnt too sure how well ice conducted electricity or how well freshly melted ice did in that matter but she shot a powerful bolt of electricity at the ice wall, demolishing it into splintering shards just moments after it was formed while keeping an electric current zappjng towards the floor.
Exhausting her dust so quickly she hled this attack would ay least do the trick, unfortunately nothing has been going right so far and she was half regretting opening her big mouth to begin with.
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Cat saw his mate pretty much getting her butt kicked but grinned when he saw the ice wall she's put up. Dust casting, exactly what she's the best at.
He checked his scroll and saw his locker being about halfway here. This is going to be fun if he's going to go up against a fourth year, but would suck if it is his teammate that he'd have to smack. The time he has to spend for now will go to wondering what the older girl's semblance is.
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After being stopped by the wall, Lyssa quickly got back onto her feet. While the rubber of her boots was enough to keep her from getting zapped by the small amount of water on the ground, she couldn't do much about the sudden explosion of ice shrapnel. The woman raised her arms and took hits from multiple flying shards, grimacing a bit as each made contact with her. It hurt, but pain was something that she was more than used to. Her aura was a bigger issue, but it hadn't been depleted yet. Any amount was more than enough. Once the bombardment of ice had ended, she was ready to keep up her assault. More importantly, her semblance was ready. This time, maybe it would be better to use it more sparingly.
"Suddenly, I get why your dust is so precious to you. You're hopeless without it." With a big smirk on her face, Lyssa started sprinting at Wisteria again, closing the distance between them as swiftly as she could manage. She moved to hold her weapon towards the barrel, giving her as much reach with the blade as possible. Keeping enough space so that Wisteria would have trouble touching her, she began to spin, making two wide circular swings with a tremendous amount of force at the girl's side.
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Damn, rubber boots? Who the heck wears rubber boots? Now the warfreak was rushing her again and Wisteria was running dangerously low on her dust types. Ice was basically out, electric too, and fire was also quite low after that failed attempt. Reconsidering her options she brought out her dagger and extended the blade into a dueling shortsword, waiting for Lyssa to make her move.
The first swing nearly knocked the weapon out of Wisteria's hand, the block coming way too soon for a parry. The next swing would have hit but just before the strike landed Wisteria kicked backwards with some kinetic dust and got a bit of a distance away, aiming her sword for a lunge she intsantly zipped back point first in retaliation.
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Well, but no one can use dust as effectively as she does. Rebutting against Wisteria's opponent, Cat wanted to just join the fight already, but with his weapon only halfway here, all he can do is watch. Well, he can intervene right now, but he can't speak any volume without his weapon.
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With the momentum of her spinning keeping her going for another second or two, she didn't have enough time to block Wisteria's strike, letting out a grunt as the hit sent her sliding back a couple of feet. Had she seen it coming, perhaps she could have used her semblance to stop it, but it seemed that she wasn't so lucky. Moving to change the grip she had on her weapon, she then thrust it forward towards her opponent, having a much easier time closing the gap between them than Wisteria had due to the length. As much as she didn't like the idea of playing on the defensive, her aura was starting to get lower than she had hoped, so keeping a bit of distance while simultaneously blocking incoming attacks was probably her best bet at this point.
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The forward momentum made it hard to regain her footing so Wisteria ended up taking a thrust, her parry coming too late to do any proper deflection. Visibly distraught over her lack of dust and range Wisteria used her last bit of kinetic dust to try and get one more speedy lunge in before she would completely be on her last few pinches of dust.
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About three forths in. Catalina waited. And he is quite worried about his teammate. It is obvious that she is out of dust, and she already is at a skill disadvantage. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to speak, but he didn't. He wanted to rush in, but he didn't. He wanted to stop this already, but he can't.
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In her current stance, Lyssa easily saw the attack coming, her semblance activating as a result. Only about a foot away in front of her, a white, translucent barrier appeared out of thin air, entirely blocking the lunge attack from Wisteria. With a thud, the aura shield showed signs of being weakened as it turned almost pink after the hit, though Lyssa knew that she wouldn't need that cover anymore. Leaping to the side of the first barrier, she formed another one mid-jump to kick off of and readjust her course in the air so that she was jumping straight towards the girl. As she did so, she swung her weapon down from over her head, attempting to bring it down right on top of her opponent.
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Wisteria rebounded off the wall, having expected to travel much further, and lost her footing as she stumbled backwards. She wanted so much to just rain projectiles on her opponent but whatever smidget of dust she had left was only enough for lighting a weapon on fire and the like. Seeing Lyssa leap forwards Wisteria raised uer blade to parry but the much heavier, stronger swing broke past her defenses and slammed into shoulder.
Wincing in pain she crumpled down to the ground with her sword falling out of her hands and nothing but a book in her sling bag left to defend herself.
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Lyssa couldn't help but smile as her weapon bashed Wisteria to the ground. For some reason, it was immensely satisfying to her, even if it hadn't really been much of a fair fight to begin with. The brat had seemed so sure of herself less than a few minutes ago, and now she had been put it in her place. Not only that, but plenty of people had gotten the chance to spectate such a hilarious event. However, their fight technically hadn't come to an end just yet. Not until Wisteria decided to make it clear that she forfeited. While she didn't aim it at her, Lyssa flipped her weapon around and held it like a rifle, hopefully getting the point across that it wasn't technically over. "Are you done?"
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Finally.
Catalina decided he'll let his locker do most of the talking as it robbed everyone's attention. He took out his weapon, slowly strolled to the middle of the two. And spoke.
"Care to inform me what initiated this? I'm sure that I would take something pretty... serious to have a senior like you to decide to fight someone a year or three junior. I'll decide what to say after hearing from you both." Cat said while throwing his vial of fire and ice dust to Wisteria, then walking to her and put her book from her hand back to her bag.
(Going to update my character before my next post.)
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Wisteria honestly didn't see any point on continuing this any further but Lyssa's smug expression made her want to just use all the dust she had in one go. Balling her hands into fists she trembled and said, "I yield...it was my fault...Happy now, you brute?
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Lyssa's focus was caught by the sudden appearance of a locker. As soon as she realized what was going on, she rolled her eyes.
"Here we go, your white knight..."
Listening as the newcomer started, she just stared at him, trying to look as disinterested as she could. Once he was done, she responded with a tone that was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, what? You don't ever wake up and think to yourself 'Hey, I wanna beat up some kids today'?" She didn't wait long before deciding to give the actual summary, though she was still quite obviously annoyed with it all. "The pretty purple flower here thought that she was hot shit, so I called her bluff. She accepted the challenge and lost, fair and square. Take her word for it: it was all her fault."
Stepping forward a little so that she could look down at Catalina, Lyssa grinned. "I think that's all that needs to be said. You should get going, unless you're also a fan of how dirt tastes." Looking past him at the girl on the ground, she couldn't help but rub it in her face a little after how bold she had acted. "Oh, and don't forget to take your trash with you when you go."
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"Not that you're any better, taking a challenge from a first year and nearly losing too! Pathetic, if anyone thinks they're hot shit it's you. Wisteria spat, wanting to get a word in as she got up. She grimaced at Catalina but honestly didn't want to get any more hurt than she already was, more her pride than her aching shoulder. Pocketing the dust vials she stood upright and glared at Lyssa with the urge to hurl a barrage of elements at her, sadly it seemed that their little scuffle finally got attention and someone was moving towards them in the crowd.
"We better get moving. Wisteria said, "Also...I never asked for help.
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"I don't want to hear your bragging. At least try to give me some detail. " Cat shows obvious disdain at the senior's well, bragging. The second summary are not much better at giving Cat any idea at what actually happened, but Cat also saw someone approaching and have to go.
Staring back at Lyssa with only a blank face, "I've tasted it and I'd share with you that unforgettable flavor but unless we want to get into trouble we're better off get going. "Cat turned his back to face Wisteria and walked away when she semt another insult. No.
Catalina can't stand his teammate being insulted so he used his semblance, extended a whip looking field, and tried to slap it on her face where he saw her before turning, in his swiftest move possible before walking away.