Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Ruby Vs Stencil

As the bus pulled away, the lingering tension hung in the air like a smoky mist. The driver, a weathered woman with a kind yet weary expression, cast a concerned glance at Red and Militia through the rearview mirror, her brow furrowed.

"Things have really escalated out there, haven't they?" she murmured to the woman sitting beside her, a matronly figure exuding a gentle demeanor.

The other woman nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. This town has never witnessed anything quite like this before. I just hope those girls can find a resolution without anyone enduring serious harm."

In the back of the bus, Kevin slumped against the seat, his breaths shallow and labored. Sam rummaged through his backpack, eventually producing a can of blueberry energy drink.

"Here, drink this," Sam urged, pressing the can into Kevin's trembling hands. "It'll give you a much-needed boost."

Kevin tore open the tab and eagerly consumed the fizzy liquid, letting out a relieved sigh as the caffeine and sugar coursed through his system. He turned to Sam, his eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thanks, man. I don't know what I'd do without you." He reached out, pulling Sam into a tight hug, the two best friends embracing as Red and Militia observed, their expressions softening at the heartwarming display.

The two "nerd fighters," as they had been playfully dubbed, poked at Red and Militia's chests, their eyes wide with wonder.

"Wow, you guys are the real deal! Not just some illusion from an anime," one of them exclaimed, earning an annoyed huff from Red.

"Yeah, yeah, we're the real deal, alright," she grumbled, gently swatting their hands away. The boys giggled and settled back into their seats, their attention now focused on the passing scenery outside the window.

As the bus rumbled toward Beacon Academy, the air still hummed with unresolved tension, yet the warm camaraderie between the friends offered a glimmer of hope amidst the gathering storm.

The air crackled with tension as Ruby's grip tightened around her sword, her gaze locked onto Stencil and their gleaming reaper. The other students scurried to safety, hoping to avoid the impending clash.

Stencil's aura clashed with Ruby's in the dimly lit hallway, the bell's somber toll echoing as the teachers watched with worried expressions, keeping a safe distance as the two fighters stared each other down.

With a sudden burst of movement, Stencil swept their reaper through the air, the blade a blur of rapid slashes. Ruby's sword was a flurry of blocks and parries, the metallic clangs reverberating through the hall. Stencil's attacks came in waves, each one more relentless than the last, forcing Ruby to retreat.

Ruby's feet danced across the floor, her footwork a frantic dance as she desperately tried to create distance. Stencil pressed on, their reaper singing through the air, each strike driving Ruby back further.

With a sudden shift in momentum, Ruby countered, her sword a whirling tornado of slashes and thrusts. Stencil was forced to parry the onslaught, their arms straining against the sheer force of the blows. Sparks flew as the two weapons collided, the air thick with the scent of ozone.

Ruby's attacks grew more frantic, her desperation palpable. Stencil's reaper carved through the barrage, the blade glinting in the dim light as it carved a path towards its opponent. Ruby's defense crumbled, and Stencil's weapon found its mark, eliciting a pained gasp from Ruby.

Ruby stumbled, her footing unsteady, and Stencil seized the opportunity. They lunged forward, their reaper a blur of spinning blades and thorns, driving Ruby back until she was cornered, her breath ragged and her arms trembling.

Ruby let out a guttural groan as she strained against Stencil's relentless reaper, the metal of their weapons shrieking as they collided. With a burst of fury, Ruby's fiery aura flared to life, the flames casting an orange glow across the dimly lit hallway. She used the momentum to cartwheel away, her sword a blur as she unleashed a fury of slashing attacks.

Stencil's reaper sang through the air, parrying and blocking Ruby's strikes. The sharp edges of the scythe glinted dangerously as it carved through the space between them. Ruby's sword slammed against the shaft, the force of the impact vibrating up her arms. Stencil pressed the attack, driving Ruby back with a series of thrusts and sweeping blows.

Ruby's hands grew slick with blood as she desperately fought to keep Stencil's reaper at bay. With a sudden shift, Stencil brought the butt-end of their weapon crashing into Ruby's shoulders, eliciting a pained grunt as she was sent stumbling backwards. Seizing the opportunity, Stencil swept the reaper in a wide arc, the curved blade aiming for Ruby's midsection.

Thinking quickly, Ruby slid to the side, the reaper's edge grazing her as she darted between the rows of lockers lining the hallway. With a growl, she lashed out, her elbow slamming into the shaft of Stencil's weapon, knocking it away. Stencil's eyes went wide as the reaper clattered to the floor, leaving them momentarily disarmed.

Sensing their vulnerability, Ruby unleashed a flurry of ninja daggers, the small blades flashing through the air. Stencil's reflexes were lightning-fast, their wrist flicking to deflect each projectile as sparks danced between the colliding metal. Bending at the knees, Stencil launched themselves forward, their fingers a blur as they sought out Ruby's vital points.

Ruby ducked and rolled, her fists igniting with flames as she surged back to her feet. A guttural roar of rage tore from her throat as she charged, her fiery punches raining down on Stencil's hastily raised reaper. The weapon shuddered under the relentless blows, until finally, with a thunderous crack, it crumbled into ash, vanquished by the sheer power of Ruby's fury.

Stencil's eyes went wide with alarm as they stumbled backwards, their once-fearsome reaper reduced to cinders. Without a moment's hesitation, Ruby pressed the attack, her flaming fists a blur as she drove Stencil back, the hallway echoing with the sound of their struggle.