Jaune's on a hot streak

The dueling pair stood atop the dorms, cold air moving quickly past them. As it drew later and later into the year, the nights drew longer and the temperatures had started to drop. However, neither Jaune nor Pyrrha minded this. Jaune, in particular, found the cold enjoyable. As he worked up a sweat during training, his sweatshirt and jeans would often cling to his skin, making it slightly harder to maneuver. The cold air helped stave that off, if only for a little bit.

Pyrrha, though, didn't have to worry about her armor sticking to her skin. At least, not as much as Jaune. Tonight, Jaune had gotten the most hits on Pyrrha out of any night they'd been working together. He'd managed to hit both of her legs, her arm band, and her neck piece. In addition, he'd just gotten her head piece, forcing her to remove it and add it to the surprisingly large pile of discarded armor. Since she decided to forgo her shoes when she lost both her leg pieces, she was only left with her skirt and her chest piece.

"Let's take a break," Pyrrha said, walking back to sit on the edge of the roof.

"What, are ya getting nervous?" Jaune asked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with her. "I'm doing to good, and now you want to throw me off my rhythm?"

Despite his words, though Jaune moved over to sit next to Pyrrha. Both of them took a minute to drink some water and catch their breath.

"Where's all this skill coming from, all of a sudden?" Pyrrha asked after a moment of silence, smirking over at her partner.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Jaune admitted, shaking his head. "I just feel like I'm in the zone, tonight. Like...like I'm tapping into something inside of me, that I didn't know was there before. You know?"

Pyrrha thought for a moment before nodding.

"I think I do understand. When I was at a similar point in my own training, I began to feel like my weapon was moving on its own at times. Yes, I was still in control of it, but it almost seemed like something was guiding my strikes."

"Yes!" Jaune half-shouted, pointing at her excitedly. "That's exactly it. Like...I'm thinking less about the individual motions, and I'm focusing more on the overall goal of hitting my opponent."

Pyrrha nodded, satisfied with his explanation. "And now you're starting to think like a fighter. You're developing muscle memory, freeing your mind up to see the bigger picture."

Jaune nodded back, taking a sip of his water.

"Pyrrha...I know I say this a lot, but...thank you. I almost feel like a new person, with how well I'm fighting now."

"You're welcome," Pyrrha responded. "Frankly, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself so much now. People are much more receptive when they're having fun."

"True," Jaune agreed. "But...it also helps that you're an amazing teacher."

The two of the looked at each other in comfortable silence for a few moments. Then Pyrrha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood back up.

"Well, let's keep that energy up. Don't want you to get complacent."

Jaune agreed and jumped up, grabbing his weapons and assuming his position on the other side of the roof.

"Begin," Pyrrha said, holding her shield up in front of her.

In stark contrast to his early lessons, Jaune stayed where he was, taking the time to look at Pyrrha's stance and try to figure the best place to attack. Once he had a good idea, though, he moved forward, opting to try for speed and brute **** on this attack.

As he approached, Jaune feigned to the right, hoping to trick Pyrrha like he did on their first night. He didn't use this trick often, not wanting to rely on it too much.

However, tonight it seemed to work. Pyrrha stepped to the side to match Jaune's apparent movement. Once that happened, Jaune changed direction, moving around Pyrrha's other side. Surprising even himself, Jaune used his sword to smack her arm out of the way, punching his shield forward to strike Pyrrha in the back with the edge.

This action caused Pyrrha to stumble forward a few steps, catching herself before she fell. Once she recovered her bearings, she turned toward Jaune, a cheeky grin on her face.

"That wasn't very fair," she said, stepping closer. She seemed confident on the outside, but she was anything but on the inside. She knew what that hit meant. She'd actually have to reveal herself to Jaune. And that thought excited her to no end.

"Well...I did still hit you," Jaune said, shrugging off the 'guilt' Pyrrha was laying on him.

"Indeed you did." Pyrrha stopped in front of Jaune and turned her back to him. She pulled her ponytail over one shoulder to reveal the string holding her chest piece tight on her body. "Could you give me a hand?"

At the back of her mind, Pyrrha couldn't believe she was being this flirtatious. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath the piece, she was practically asking him to remove her bra!

"S-sure," Jaune said, all sense of joking having left his voice. He set his weapons down and reached out, fumbling with the knot for a few moments before he was able to get it undone. Once it was, Pyrrha immediately noticed the slack, cool air rushing across her newly exposed skin. She felt a light shiver go up her spine, and took a deep breath to suppress it.

She then turned to face Jaune again, looking him dead in the eyes as she slid the armor down her body, letting her boobs pop out directly into his view. Once the piece was below her hips, gravity did the rest, pulling one of her last armor pieces to the ground with a soft clang.

The two of them stood in silence for what seemed like hours. Both holding eye contact with the other. Neither of them sure how, exactly, to proceed here.

"It's ok, Jaune," Pyrrha assured him again. "You can look."

Hesitating for a moment, Jaune finally let his eyes drop, taking in the sight granted to him.

In all, they were a bit bigger than he expected. Now that they weren't constrained by armor or clothed, they were allowed to their full size. The areolae were about the size of quarters, with her nipples sticking out in the cool autumn air.

"Uh...very nice," Jaune said, bringing his eyes back up to Pyrrha's.

At that, Pyrrha couldn't help but laugh, bringing a hand up to her mouth to keep it down.

"Very nice?" she asked, laughing harder.

Seeing this, Jaune also started laughing, feeling some of the tension of the moment slipping away.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what I'm supposed to say when I see..." He trailed off.

"Boobs?" Pyrrha finished for him, calming her laughter.

"Yes. Those."

Pyrrha kicked her armor over to the pile, folding her hands behind her back to give Jaune an unobstructed view.

"As I told you before, Jaune, this is for you. You're allowed to look. You're allowed to say the word 'boobs'."

Jaune nodded and smiled, allowing himself to look at Pyrrha's chest for even longer before looking back up once more.