Pretty good, at first

Jaune thought back to what Pyrrha had told him the previous night.

You just need to not telegraph your moves so long in advance. Keep your opponent on their toes.

Well, there was one thing he could do to keep Pyrrha on her toes. He had seen her and other students doing it during a fight. It was called a feint, as he understood. He'd asked Pyrrha about it, and she told him they'd get to that eventually. Perhaps now would be a good time to try it?

He took a deep breath and assumed his ready position. He waited a few extra seconds before moving, hoping to psych Pyrrha out. It didn't work. Then, he rushed forward, swinging his sword widely in from the right as he'd done many times already. However, when he saw the first glimpse of Pyrrha moving her shield up to block, he planted his foot and began to pivot the opposite direction, bringing his sword around back to actually come in from the left.

Pyrrha was noticeably caught off guard. With how wild his attacks usually were, she had regretfully let herself slip into complacency during this exercise. A mistake that would cost her.

She was able to bring her sword up in an attempt to block the strike. However, Jaune used his shield to push the weapon up, opening her right side to an attack.

Time seemed to slow down for Pyrrha. Seconds turned to minutes as Jaune's sword got closer and closer, until eventually...

CLANG!

Continuing his momentum, Jaune spun away from his opponent, not full registering what had happened until he came to a stop a few feet away. He looked over at Pyrrha, who was frozen in shock. They both looked down at Pyrrha's leg, where a distinct and unmistakable dent could be seen in Pyrrha's thigh.

"Did I...?" Jaune asked, almost fearful to say it out loud.

"You did," Pyrrha said, grinning proudly. "I felt the impact. You got a hit on me."

Jaune took a moment to let the feeling sink in. The sense of accomplishment, the pride in himself, the unbridled joy.

"Ha ha! Yes!" Jaune shouted, raising his arms in victory and looking around to the crowd of none in an attempt to gloat. Realizing they were, in fact, alone, Jaune turned back to Pyrrha. "I got a hit!"

"You did, yes," Pyrrha said, stepping closer. "Now, you might want to keep it down. There are still people trying to sleep."

Jaune blushed and lowered his arms. "Right..." he said in a normal speaking voice. "But still...I got a hit!"

"Indeed, you did," Pyrrha nodded, setting her weapon and shield down on the ground. "Now, as promised, that piece of armor is coming off."

Pyrrha walked over to the edge of the building and sat down, slipping off her right shoe in order to make this easier. To an uninformed observer, it may appear that the armor she wore on her leg was two separate pieces. However, the pieces on her shin and thigh were both sewn to the black legging that was underneath them. As such, Pyrrha had **** but to take the whole thing off.

She then noticed that Jaune had turned the other way as she sat down.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked. "Why are you looking away from me?"

"Ah...**** of habit," Jaune admitted. "Growing up with seven sisters, I learned quickly to look away when a woman is getting changed."

"Well, you can look at me, now," Pyrrha chuckled. "This is for you, after all."

Realizing she was right, and feeling a little dumb, Jaune turned back, seeing Pyrrha sitting on the ledge of the building and smiling sweetly at him.

"Hello," Pyrrha said, laughing again.

"Uh...hi," Jaune responded.

"You can relax, Jaune. You're allowed to look."

Pyrrha straightened her leg and began pushing that armor piece down, gently setting it to the side once it was fully off. She then put her shoe back on and stood up, her right leg completely exposed to Jaune and to the cool night air. Not exactly the most risqué thing she could remove, but still a major achievement for Jaune.

Jaune took in the sight as Pyrrha removed her armor. It certainly felt odd, watching her do this. In the past, when she or Nora had gotten changed, they'd either gone into the bathroom, or Jaune had left the room altogether. To have her permission to watch this, even if it was just her leg that was coming into view, was a surreal thing.

"Now," Pyrrha said, picking her weapons up off the ground. "Again."