Jaune and the Real Girl.

Chapter 34

Vasily spun watching as the side door of the brick building burst open and Jaune came charging out, shield raised and sword held high. Jaune roared as he took his first swing, Vasily dropped the moon clip as he retreated from Jaune's flurry of attacks, he swung swiftly and wildly at him pushing him for every bit of advantage his trick had earned him.

Vasily scrambled to avoid his relentless assault, Crocea Mors struck his revolver knocking it from his grasp. A thrust connected and Vasily's aura shimmered absorbing the blow, Vasily reached for Penny's sword drawing it to deflect the next blow.

Their blades sparked as they connected. Jaune didn't let up, he swung again and again, each blow connected. Jaune roared, and growled and cursed with each strike.

Vasily laughed, a weak, dull, half hearted laugh. "There's no need to be angry Mr. Arc!" he said, stumbling back to regain his footing as he took a fencer's stance.

"Motherfucker!" Jaune replied with a snarl swinging furiously at him. Vasily parried Corcea Mors, deflecting it away, the blade was now a chipped jagged mess instead of the fine razor it had once been.

"There is no need for vulgarities Mr. Arc," he said trying to maintain his composure as he deflected Jaune's savage cuts and thrusts. Hardly a coherent thought passed through Jaune's head that didn't involve killing him, but as Jaune watched him dodge and deflect his strikes he couldn't help but grin, Vasily was a shitty swordfighter.

His blade was short and ineffective against Crocea Mors and his shield, Penny's blades weren't made for fencing and right now it showed. His attacks and riposts were simple and predictable. It was nothing like fighting him with knives, he might be an experienced swordfighter but his choice of weapon was shit and he was nothing compared to Pyrrha.

"You can always have a new one made," Vasily taunted, trying to put him off balance, "a better one!"

Vasily leapt back and reached into his jacket drawing a four barreled howdah pistol and leveling it at Jaune who charged right at him.

The pistol cracked firing all four shots and all four barrels flashed. The round shattered harmlessly against Jaune's shield, as he kept his momentum, he didn't slow at all closing the distance to his target.

Vasily raised his jagged blade, Jaune thrust his blade right at him, Vasily swept his blade to parry but Jaune pulled back his attack and swept Crocea Mors into a mighty cut. It connected with the sword, the fragile sword of Floating Array shattered and Jaune saw the look of fear cross Vasily's face.

Jaune kept up the assault, he swung his blade, it connected with Vasily's shoulder, his aura shimmered as it absorbed the strike. Vasily retreated, dropping the broken hilt and empty pistol and grabbing for the handle of his whip on his belt.

It unfurled burning with fire dust channeled through the throng. Vasily swung it and Jaune dodged as it cut a burning gash in the building. The assassin flung the flaming whip once more and Jaune blocked it with his shield leaving a scar on the white and gold surface, another strike Jaune raised his sword  to defend. The tendrils wrapped around the blade and Vasily smirked, yanking the whip to pull the blade from his hands.

Jaune pulled back as it turned into a tug of war. He twisted his blade letting the burning whip entangle his sword further. The hilt heated searing Jaune's hand but he only gripped it tighter inching closer as he let the whip envelop Crocea Mors.

He finally let go. He let Vasily wrench his sword away from him and charged. Jaune tackled him, smashing his body into his and knocking him to the ground. Jaune straddled him, Vasily tried punching him but Jaune deflected the feeble strike with his shield and grabbed his wrist pinning his arm as he brought his shield down upon Vasily's face.