Not really

Just as Blake reached out to grasp at Yang's shots, her faunus ears picked up the sound of the branch she was on cracking. Unable to retreat in time, she fell face-first towards the ground as she was dropped from the branch. The girl reached for Gambol Shroud to throw at another branch to halt her descent, but something else stopped her first.

The tip of yet another branch had slipped beneath the waistband of her pants as she fell, and began to slide the garment off her legs. With reflexes honed from years of training, Blake grabbed at the sides of her pants before they reached her knees, but this came at a price. The sudden halt was accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric.

With her face rapidly paling, Blake looked up from her inverted position to see what the damage was.