The Conquerors bloodline

A terse silence overcame the class as they stared down to Parc, listening as he glided a whetstone over the razor thin nose of a fish shaped blade. Its dorsal fin extended and wide forming it long teardrop body into a shape reminiscent of a marlin found not far off the coast of Mistral.

"Is… he sharpening a fish?" Yang exclaimed unsure of what to think. Not far from her Blake was staring with feline intent at the fish, drool trickling from her lip while Weiss just zoned out completely at the ridiculous sight and sounds.

Parc lifted his head, glanced across the students then rose. Smirking as he tossed up a plate and with one hand behind his back, stabbed the marlin's nose through the porcelain like it were butter leaving the off white plate slide down the long snout and became a ridiculous handle.

"That's one sharp fish." Ruby exclaimed excitedly, flinching when it's eye swiveled and latched onto her.

"Alright, guess we should begin then," Parc snickered tossing the swordfish to the back of the room before facing them with hands behind his back. He wandered his gaze over the class, lingering for breath atop a few of the girls before pulling away and finally speaking. "Today's a special day," he paced, "none of you will be fighting… each other. Instead, I've employed some good friends of mine to come in and give you all a bit of a challenge. Kurome, go get everyone." He nodded to Kurome who was already standing not three steps to Glynda's left.

Kurome hastened off up the steps of the classroom and pried open the door while Glynda stepped up behind Parc and whispered.

"Exactly why didn't you tell me you were bringing others in?" her tone a hiss.

"Because. I don't have to report everything I do to you." He whispered back.

No sooner did a reverberating raucous of footsteps reappear drawing all heads back. Entering the classroom were seven women, Kurome being one of them. Each had different shades of vibrant hair ranging from silver to even a bright red. Even their attire was unique, for one of them a silver haired woman with an eye patch and a mechanicle arm, she wore a dark suit with fish netting beneath. She was also the leader with Kurome just a step behind. All of them also had with them some type of weapon, the strangest coming from a purple haired girl dressed in a cheongsam.

"Are those…" Weiss muttered while Ruby finished.

"A giant pair of scissors!?" sparkling brightly.

Quizzical expressions filled the students as the seven filed int a line just behind Parc. Glynda stepped to the side looking particularly annoyed by the circumstances.

"Here you see seven fighters," Parc said pacing with one arm behind his back the other presenting the women. "Each of them has a platinum token on them which you may earn through a trial by combat. Over the coming days, well, weeks, I will be dealing out two different scenarios. The first, self choice. I will let you decide who you want to fight, it can either be done in a team setting or a solo." He paused and looked over the students for their reactions, "the second will be a teachers choice. Meaning I will pick one or a team and face you off against one of these fine ladies. Nothing overly complex," Parc chuckled, "any questions?"

Yang's hand was the first to shoot up, her expression cheshire and determined as she latched onto a familiar blonde woman with lions tail. "Yeah! Can I go first?"

Parc arched a brow, looked back to Leone who already knew Yang's intent and snorted. "Don't see why not. Ladies, clear the platform, Leone, try not to kill her."

Leone huffed, "Oh bub, you know I can't make promises like that." Cracking her knuckles Leone arrived to the left hand side of the platform while Yang squeezed past Ruby and the rest of her team to arrive at the right.

"If I'd known you were going to pop up, I would stretched some more." Yang said rolling her shoulders, swung her arms and bounced on the tips of her feet readying herself for battle. A swipe of her arms caused her yellow bracelets to unlatch and form into gauntlets, Ember Celica, her favoured choice of brawling shotgun.

"Trust me blondie. It's not going to help." Leone cracked her neck and knuckles and stretched her arms above her head letting out a cat like moan as all the boys ogled her breasts. Many squirming their legs tightly shut to hide anything unbecoming. "I give you about… five minutes before I knock you out?"

"We'll see about that." She raised her fists, turned her body and fell into a loose boxers stance. Leone taking near the same pose but kept her arms in tighter ready to block an attack from any direction.

Seeing they were ready, Parc centred himself on the stage and looked between them. "Rules are, killing is forbidden. Maiming is accepted. You fight until the other gives up, or is knocked out! Good luck Yang. You'll need it. Fight!" his form flickered to feathers as he appeared at the back of the stage and without a seconds delay, Yang kicked off and threw out the first fist.

Leone ducked, dodging it with ease and sent a jab upwards to Yangs chin.

Sucking in a sharp breath Yang's head was thrown back and she was sent flying backwards, flipping herself by catching the ground with her palm and landed with a hunch to her posture.

She stood there for a moment, her face filled with amusement as she cracked her jaw. "Ow." She said, her fists flew out one after the other sending volleys of superheated shotgun pellets from her gauntlets.

A kick of the ground sent Leone dashing around the shots. Yang threw another, predicting where Leone would be but just as the shrapnel was about to hit her Leone's eyes sharpened and her body jerked just narrowly missing a bullet whizzing through her hair cutting a shard off.

Leone laughed heartily, she dug in her feet and with a single thrust lunged within seconds towards the girl. Her fist threw out, barreling like a rocket through the atmosphere leaving Yang only able to raise her arms and defend.

The hit was heavy and swept Yang from her feet and into the air. Leone joined her up there amongst the windless skies and threw out three more jabs, one got through and laid heavily on Yang's shoulder.

When she landed it was on her back but she couldn't hesitate or reel. She bolted of the ground barely ducking past a cruel head bound roundhouse and using the opportunity rammed her fist upward, uncaring for where on Leone it would his. Fire blared from the barrel of the shotgun and Leone could only watch as dozens of highspeed projectiles raced into her side, searing her flesh and spilling blood.

She recoiled far with a single bound and hunched over, a hand racing to her behind where her shorts were torn and shrapnel laced her behind. Yang took position opposite her ready to lash out but hesitated to a stop when she saw Leone lift up a hand wet with crimson blood. The crowd went silent in shock as Glynda without hesitation pulled out her scroll and sent a message for professor Peach to have her come and save this woman before she bled to death.

Leone stared at the blood and felt the pain in her behind blare hot, she lifted her dagger filled gaze onto Parc and hissed, "You owe me a really damn good massage after this."

Parc only shrugged a response and indicated with his hand for her to continue.

Sweeping her hand she splattered blood across the stage and faced Yang.

Yang backed off, lip trembling in uncertainty. Where was her aura? She thought. She had to have one, she couldn't be fighting without it, that was just dangerous.

Leone didn't care. She lowered her form, dug her foot into the stage and lunged. Her body a flicker of golden light that swept like a cannon a fist against the side of Yang's head.

Skidding across the ground Yang dodged the rapid fired jabs sent her way and in a moment of stillness cried out "S-stop! You're hurt you need a doctor!"

"Don't care. Busy beating bimbos!" Her foot stomped down, the stage rippled and Yang lost her footing. Leone's arm crashed down slamming Yang into the floor. Her aura creased, flaring to life with a golden shield that creaked as Yang lost her breath and felt conciousness ripple.

Another fist bared brutally down atop her head burying it into the hard stone earth.

Yang's eyes rolled ready to turn to white when she lowly mumbled, "I… give." Leone's fist halted just a hairs breadth from her bleeding nose and she pulled away, scowling as she looked down at Yang.

"Hmph! And here I thought you'd be a decent fight. All tits, no brawn." Leone stepped back, hand drawn to her bleeding rump and hissed a glare Parc's way. "Medicine. Now." She grumbled catching a vial of red thrown her way and downed it in one. The flesh of her buttocks stitching together into perfectly smooth, unblemished skin, though still drenched in crimson.

She made way to the other six while Yang hazily lifted herself from the head shaped hole. The blood trickling from her nose being the only colour to her deathly skin. A shadow drew her head up to Parc's cold yet somehow soft gaze. "I-I-I didn't know she didn't have an aura!" she tried to argue, to save herself from the punishment of almost killing a normal.

Parc shook his head calmly, "you couldn't have killed Leone if you tried." Without bothering more with her he lifted his head to the crowd and opened wide his arms in a display of jesterlike amusement, "I forgot to say! None of these girls have an aura!" the silence only turned more quiet. "And yet Yang over here, was beaten so thoroughly into the dirt. I hope she's been a good show for you all to realize that aura isn't that great in the bigger scheme of things."

A snort pulled Parc to Cardin, as expected.

"Is something funny, Winchester." Parc narrowed his gaze, lips curling into a devils smile.

"No sir, nothing."

Parc sighed, he'd thought the boy had learnt something since Jaune's display those days ago but he made it very clear that a single action does not lead to true consequences. "I see. Then I guess you're up for a little challenge then?"

"Bring it." Carding gripped his mace and leaned forth. Flinching slightly when Parc's expression contorted to the utmost glee. Like he'd become an animal ensnared within a trap.

"Fine then. Since you're so confident, then Sheele shouldn't be an issue for you."

"Who?"

A girl, the one with long flowing purple hair and dressed in a cheongsam that left her thigh open and with a window to her bosom stepped forth. She was twitchy, flinching slightly under the dozens of sets of eyes all coming to latch onto her. Stepping over Leone's blood and past the head implant of Yang's head, she arrived where Leone had been standing not five minutes earlier.

"Her?" Carding guffawed, his head thrown back as he sidled up to the plate. "This'll be easy."

'This'll be fun.' All Parc could think as he chuckled to himself like a hyena.