Oscar is doing his Normal Daily Quest, as he keeps running, and after a while, he stops.
Ding!
[Daily quest completed
100 Push Up [✓]
100 Sir Up [✓]
10k Run [✓]]
Oscar saw the reworded, [Skill Points], [Lien] and a [Dungeon Sky]. "Dungeon Key, A Rank, will it get me more levels who am I to complain"
Oscar then thought for a bit. "Maybe I should Go to the Training room, maybe I can make a new sword Technique?".
Oscar walked there in a steady but kinda slow walk; after he had arrived, he opened the door to the Training Area as he heard it.
"Weak, Pathetic, Useless, Hahahhahahahahahahahahahah".
Oscar saw the red flag, and as he saw who it was, it was Pele; if he remembers right, she was Mercury and Emerald's Teammate and Miss Cinder's little sister, as she was a student from Haven Academy who came for the Vital Festival.
As he saw her blade light up in flames and cut through more robots, he felt bad for Ozpin, because he had to replace these robots the student trained with.
Pele stopped, as she looked at Oscar. "Oh didn't know I was being spayed on?".
Oscar stammered as he spoke. "Wow, you got it wrong. I was not spying on you".
She Sheathed Her sword as she spoke. "Oh Really?".
Oscar saw her move her head, with the bangs covering her right eye moving slightly. "Yeah, I just came here".
She chuckled as she spoke. "I like you".
Oscar blinked as he spoke. "Huh?"
She looked as she continued. "So are a swordsman".
Oscar looked at his Infernal Claymore, which was still Sheathed, and Crimson Fang, which was still Sheathed to his waste. "Yes, I use both my sword at the same time".
Pele smirked as she spoke. "This will be fun, the last guy in your School who was also a Swordsman, kinda disappointed me, that Blondy could have done better".
Oscar raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on his face as he heard her words. "Blond guy, huh? I assume you mean Jaune?"
Pele nodded casually, her fiery red blade still flickering with sparks as she adjusted her stance, clearly ready to engage. "Yeah, that one. He had potential but couldn't handle the heat. I was hoping for more. But you... you seem different."
Oscar tightened his grip on his Infernal Claymore and Crimson Fang. "We'll see about that."
Pele stepped forward, her movements fluid and quick, the flames from her sword swirling like a dance. "You think you can handle my flames, swordsman?"
Oscar's eyes narrowed as he readied his stance. "Flames or not, you'll have to try harder than that."
Without warning, Pele lunged, her sword slicing through the air with a fiery streak. Oscar reacted quickly, stepping to the side and parrying with his Infernal Claymore. The clash sent a burst of sparks flying, but Oscar maintained his balance, his posture solid.
"Not bad," Pele remarked, her smirk widening as she reset her position. "You're faster than I thought. But speed alone won't win this."
Oscar chuckled softly, adjusting his stance. "Speed is only part of the equation. Strategy is where the real fight is won."
With that, he shifted his grip and swung his Crimson Fang, the blade crackling with a mysterious energy. Pele's expression shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing in recognition. "Interesting... you're no ordinary swordsman."
"Neither are you," Oscar replied, eyes locked on her, every muscle tense and ready.
The battle between them was on. Every strike from Pele's flaming sword met with Oscar's precise defense, the air filled with the hum of their weapons clashing. But Oscar knew this wouldn't be an easy win. Pele was fast, aggressive, and her flames added a dangerous element that could overwhelm his defenses.
As they continued their spar, Pele began to show more of her capabilities, her swordplay becoming more unpredictable, sending flames in every direction. But Oscar's calm and focused demeanor allowed him to adjust and adapt.
"I think it's time to step it up," Oscar muttered, focusing on his breathing. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up with her fire-powered assault without taking a hit.
Pele, seeing his shift in focus, smiled slyly. "Now we're talking. Let's see what you've got, swordsman."
And with that, Oscar launched himself forward, bringing both swords to bear in a powerful two-bladed strike, the force of it sending a shockwave through the training room. The sparks from the clash lit up the space around them.
Oscar's grip tightened around his Infernal Claymore and Crimson Fang, the heat from his blade seeping through the air as it crackled with fiery energy. The [Molten Fang] ability had elevated his sword to a new level of power. The heat seeping from the Crimson Fang now threatened to scorch anything it touched, and Oscar was determined to make this fight interesting.
Pele, now back on her feet and visibly impressed by his sudden surge in power, wiped the dust from her clothes with a sly grin. "Not bad, swordsman. Not bad at all. But I'm just getting started."
Her fiery blade flared once again as she swung it with renewed intensity, creating waves of fire with every swipe. Oscar, now more confident with his newfound technique, stood his ground, carefully assessing her movements. He knew he couldn't let his guard down—not with someone like Pele, who clearly thrived in combat.
As she closed the distance, Oscar used the momentum from his previous strike to propel himself forward. The moment they clashed, the impact was intense, sending another burst of sparks and flame into the air. However, this time, the molten heat from Oscar's blades turned the tide. The heat intensified with every strike, the [Molten Fang] cutting through Pele's flames as if they were nothing more than paper.
"You're getting faster, I see," Pele taunted, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "But can you keep up with me when I bring out my real power?"
Oscar didn't respond verbally, his focus locked on her every movement. In the split second before she could launch another fiery assault, Oscar stepped into her range, bringing both of his blades in a wide, sweeping arc. Pele's eyes widened as she barely managed to block with her own sword, but the force of the strike sent her stumbling backward.
The heat from his blades burned through her defenses, her sword starting to glow red from the intensity of the clash. "Tch! Damn it! I didn't expect that," she muttered, clearly impressed by the change in Oscar's abilities. "But this is still far from over!"
Oscar could sense the growing intensity in Pele's fighting spirit. He knew she had been holding back, and if she unleashed everything, this fight could escalate further.
"Come on, then," Oscar muttered under his breath. "Let's see what you've got."
Pele's eyes gleamed, her smile widening. "Now, you're speaking my language."
She took a deep breath, and Oscar could feel the atmosphere around them shift as Pele's power began to surge. The heat in the room intensified once again as she raised her sword high. The flames surrounding her blade flared brightly, sending waves of heat toward Oscar, who immediately adjusted his stance.
Oscar could feel the sweat on his brow, the heat from his own weapons now pushing him to his limits. Yet, his resolve was firm. "Let's end this, then."
With that, Oscar surged forward, determined to match Pele's rising flames with the full force of his molten power.
Oscar was sent back as bit, as then went to use [Water Blast] but sense he was using [Infernal Edge], as then Oscar Crimson Fang got covered by water, as he saw the notification
Ding!
[New Sword Technique Created: Flowing Dance: (The sword is covered with water enegry as host moves and bends their body like a dancer while attacking with their sword in one fluid motion)]
Oscar thought in his mind. "Will, that is new".
Oscar staggered back slightly from the force of the impact, but quickly regained his balance, his mind racing as he processed the new skill notification. The water surrounding his Crimson Fang flowed smoothly over the blade, the contrast between the heat of the fire and the coolness of the water creating a stunning visual effect.
Ding!
[New Sword Technique Created: Flowing Dance: (The sword is covered with water energy as host moves and bends their body like a dancer while attacking with their sword in one fluid motion.)]
Oscar's lips curled into a smile as he realized how much potential this technique could have. The water energy from his [Water Blast] had intertwined with the molten power of the Infernal Edge, creating a new dynamic. He could now move more fluidly, using the water as a catalyst to increase his agility while maintaining the scorching heat of his sword.
"Well, that's new," Oscar thought to himself, admiring the subtle shift in the air as his body responded to the change.
Pele, sensing a new level of fluidity in Oscar's movements, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "So, you can dance now, huh?" she teased, her fiery sword still burning brightly in her hand. "Let's what you can do then."
Oscar smirked. "Don't blink."
Without another word, Oscar moved swiftly, his body flowing like water. His Crimson Fang sliced through the air in a seamless motion, the blade shifting and bending with each strike as if it was alive, its molten energy now harmonizing with the liquid form of the Flowing Dance.
Pele tried to counter with a blast of flame, but Oscar's movements were too fluid, too unpredictable. He danced around her flames with an almost graceful precision, his attacks coming from angles she hadn't anticipated.
The combination of water and fire created a spectacle of steam and mist around them, the two elements clashing in a dance of their own as Oscar's sword sliced through the air with precision.
Pele's grin widened as she noticed the way Oscar was handling himself. "Not bad, swordsman. But you'll need more than that to keep me down."
She lunged forward, but Oscar was already a step ahead. Using the Flowing Dance, he slipped behind her, his Crimson Fang cutting through the air like a ribbon of fire and water, leaving no room for her to react.
Her eyes widened in realization just as the blade made contact. The heat, combined with the water's speed, cut through her defenses like nothing before. Pele grunted in pain, stumbling backward, but she quickly recovered, a spark of excitement in her eyes.
"This… is getting better," she said, her voice tinged with admiration. "I can't wait to see what you do next."
Oscar's heart raced as he felt the thrill of combat coursing through him. "This is just the beginning," he muttered, adjusting his stance and preparing for the next round.
Pele sheathed her sword with a swift motion, her eyes still gleaming with excitement despite the intensity of the spar. "We should probably end this here," she said, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "We don't want the whole training room—or Beacon, for that matter—to be fully destroyed now, do we?"
Oscar glanced around at the semi-burned walls, scorch marks still smouldering from their battle. The training room had certainly taken a beating, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed. Yet, he knew that pushing it further might risk more than just a few burnt walls. "Fair enough," he said, sheathing both his swords as well, his muscles relaxing after the intense fight.
Pele nodded, her expression softening. "You're not half-bad, Oscar," she said, her tone now less teasing and more respectful. "It's rare to find someone who can keep up with me, especially when I'm having fun. You've got potential."
Oscar chuckled lightly, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Thanks, though I think I've still got a long way to go before I can match your skills," he replied humbly. "But I'm glad you gave me a good challenge."
She smiled, her fiery energy still crackling around her. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get there. Just keep training, and maybe next time we can take things to the next level."
Oscar nodded. "I'll take you up on that challenge. Just—" He paused, glancing at the slightly damaged walls. "Next time, we might want to find a less... flammable room."
Pele laughed a bright sound that echoed through the room. "Fair point. Anyway, I'm heading out. Enjoy fixing up this place," she teased, giving him a playful wink before turning to leave.
Oscar watched her go, shaking his head with a grin. "I'm not fixing this alone," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a sigh, he summoned his [Dungeon Sky] to teleport to a quieter area of Beacon to gather his thoughts after the spar.
To be continued
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