genessia | Monkey VS Dragon

WHO: Sun Wukong and Yang Xiao Long
WHAT: Sun accidentally stumbles across Yang. Clearly they must fight.
WHEN: More backdating!
WHERE: The foggy rooftops of Everglade

As far as animals went, Everglade didn't exactly have much to offer save for beasts that were already hellishly mutated...sometimes in a very literal sense of the word. Nonetheless, Yang went scouting just the same. Whether the serum worked on zombies and monsters was anybody's guess, and in Bison's opinion, it definitely couldn't hurt to try.

If they could unleash a werewolf on people, under Bison's control, the results were well worth the risk.

She crouched on the rooftop of an old mansion, infrared visors held up as she surveyed the city carefully and routinely for signs of unusual life forms.

Though she couldn't locate any vampires or mummies or lycanthropes, she did spot something leaping nimbly along the rooftops. Yang lowered the nightvision binoculars and tapped her earpiece.

"Non-human entity spotted. Commence capture?"

The orders came back -- watch and observe, to make sure her talents and time weren't wasted on some useless creature. So she sat back down, binoculars trained on the nimble figure that some part of her deep down recognized.

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All of this time searching, and it didn’t seem like they were any closer to finding Yang. Or that Bison guy. But it wasn’t like they could just give up and let her stay in the clutches of some evil jerk. Sun was resigned to searching for her for as long as it took. He might not have been close to her like Blake or any other members of her team, but she was important to Blake. And if she was important to Blake, then she was important to him.

Sun would stop occasionally as he bounded from roof to roof to scan the area for any sign of Yang. He was starting to think that this trip to the Everglade was going to turn up fruitless. Finding an attractive blonde was never supposed to be this hard.

Yang observed him with dispassionate focus, the binoculars trained on his every move. A few minutes later, more orders were issued: bring him in. While Bison would almost certainly like to bring in the other members of Team RWBY as potential Dolls, that was not the case with Sun. It would be interesting, however, to see if the mutagen had any effect on a Faunus.

She stashed the goggles away in a pouch resting on her hip and drew herself to her feet. There was no sense in sneaking up on him; it seemed clear that he was probably looking for her anyway, so it was unlikely that he would attempt to flee capture.

The gauntlets on her wrist were activated, metal plates extending and locking into position. She pulled back her elbows sharply, cocking a fresh set of rounds, then blasted herself off of the roof to come down toward Sun in a graceful, almost mechanically precise arc.

Her boots thumped onto the rooftop half a second before she drove a fist toward his face.

The blasts of the shotguns were picked up well enough by his ears, but pinpointing the exact location of where it came from was difficult. Maybe if Blake was here with him, she could have pointed out the exact direction. However, it didn’t seem like he would need to figure it out, as Yang came descending from the sky to land in front of him. Sun quickly leaned to the side out of the direction of her fist. Having at least heard about her weapons, he knew that blocking it head on might not have been a great idea.

“Wait! Yang!” Sun reached out and attempt to grab her arm in hopes of stopping the fight before it even really begun. “I’m not here to fight you!” That was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Sparring later would be fine, but a full on no holds barred fight..probably not.

Yang didn't try to resist. In fact, she didn't seem to mind at all, and was perfectly content to let him put his gloved fingers around her gauntlet-clad arm. She stared directly into his eyes, and there wasn't a flicker of anger, or a flash of the playful nature she usually carried. Her gaze was completely blank, as if he were facing down nothing more than some sort of battle android.

The arm he'd grabbed shot straight up to the sky. She expected he would hold on; it created a better opening for her other fist to lance straight for his gut in a series of rapid-fire staccato punches.

Maybe he wasn't here to fight her, but she wouldn't give him any other alternative at this rate.

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