Run

Yang looked around at all of the eyes trained on her. Professor Goodwitch, who was practically spewing smoke from her ears. Her classmates, who looked like this was their wet dreams come true. And her opponent, who was still trying to process what had happened. In that moment, Yang knew there was only one thing she could do.

Get the hell out of here.

When Goodwitch was about 10 feet away, Yang broke into a dead sprint. Hoping to gain a few extra seconds, she pushed right past her professor, knocking her to the ground. Yang did feel a little guilty about that, but she was ****.

For a split second, Yang paused and looked over to Pyrrha standing on her side of the arena, her face a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Deep down, Yang knew that she'd never forgive herself if she left Pyrrha like this.

Taking two quick steps to the side, Yang grabbed Pyrrha's wrist, waking her up from her stupor.

"Come on!" Yang shouted, pulling her partner in nudity forward.

In a panic, Yang started moving to the emergency exit on the arena floor. Ultimately, it was the closest to her, and Yang wasn't thinking clearly.

Once Pyrrha's feet began moving, she got the idea and did her best to keep pace with Yang. They reached the door and pushed it open, an alarm sounding overhead. With their classmates' laughs and whoops fading behind them, our two involuntary streakers ran off to gods know where.