*Percy and Jason arguing over gods knows what*
Leo: Oh my gods I need them to shut the fuck up! I'm trying to work!
Hazel: What are they even arguing about?
Piper: I don't even know.
Hazel: They're not being mind controlled again are they?
Piper: Naw, if they were being mind controlled there would be bloodshed
Frank: Okay it's starting to storm, we need to break it up!
Leo: How exactly do you want us to do that?
Nico: *Appears from the shadows* I could break it up.
Frank: Where did you come from? Nevermind ,Piper and Annabeth couldn't even break it up, how could you?
Nico: Like this
Nico: *Screams like a child* Percy I need help!
Percy: *Over to him within a second, riptide in hand* What's wrong?
Jason: *now soaked, dazed, and confused* What just happened?
Nico: *laughing*
Percy: I told you if you keep doing that I will stop coming!
Nico: *smirking* And yet you're still here
Percy: Okay boy who cried wolf
Jason: What?
Percy: Not you!
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Imagine Jaune boosting Weiss allowing to summon her gigas with speed glyphs and just Jojoing someone.
"So what will you do, Ice Queen?" Mocked Traitor's Preach from the other side of the battlefield. "My Unbreakable Armor has managed to not only best your glyphs but also rendered your ally unconscious!"
"Rgh!" Weiss grunted, her aura feeling dangerously low. Normally, she would retreat to a safer position, but the idea of leaving Jaune behind was too abhorrent an idea to condone. No, she'd have to hold out for Ruby and the others to arrive, if only by some miracle they knew she was in trouble.
Without any further sounds, she summoned a Beowolf to charge ahead, but as it made to swipe at Traitor's Preach, the huntress clashed her two cymbals together to create a sound barrier. With her Beowolf unable to break through, it was instead broken all too easily by the slicing cymbals that pierced through it's body.
"..." Weiss spoke, but the words didn't reach her opponent's ears.
"Huh?" She mockingly leaned with her ear cupped. "What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you losing."
"I said..." she grinned, spinning around before driving her sword into the glyph below her, "You lose!"
Suddenly, a chilling air blew across the battlefield as a massive titan of armored ice rose from nothing. Traitor's Preach stood in abject horror at the towering knight looming over her. She was about to ask how when she saw Weiss walking towards her... and someone else picking themselves off the ground.
"You?!" She roared. "You're supposed to be knocked out!"
"I was... taking a nap." Jaune grinned.
"Don't try to act tough, Arc." Weiss chided. "You're hardly Xiao Long, but your semblance does make you an effective ally."
He stood up, walking up behind her. "Yeah, well..." The next words out of his mouth went unheard as the giant began attacking with its sword. Whatever he said made her red in the face and distracted. This would be good if not for the looming threat.
A clash of cymbals deafened the words and provided protection for Traitor's Preach. It may have been made of ice, but even ice can break. She swung her cymbals outwards, aiming right for the titan's heart and center-mass. However, a familiar white threat zoomed through the air and sliced the cymbals free from their mistress.
"You've forgotten yourself, Traitor's Preach," Weiss announced from the air, "you face against a Schnee. But garbage like you aren't worth our swords."
With those words, the massive knight raised his boot of ice. It came crashing down with the might of a meteor, but it was stopped shortly by a clap of her hands. The cold shadow cast over Traitor's Preach like an eclipse.
"I still have my hands, Schnee!"
"And I still have my boot." The mass receded, only to come crashing down again. It was stopped once more, though it continued to get closer with every clap. "What's faster? Your hands or my foot?"
Another stomp, another clap. Traitor's Preach backed up, only to trip over her own feet. The massive boot was inches from her face. As it rose skyward, she swung her arms together only to be struck in the head by something. Dazed, she caught a glimpse of what struck her. It was a metal cannister, no bigger than a soda can. But that matter became less important than the large mass of ice smashing into her.
Traitor's Preach roared in agony as the heavy, cold boot of Weiss Schnee came crashing repeatedly down on her foe. No, a foe would have been someone equal to her. This was trash, and it was stomped out just as easily.
Or it seemed easy, until Weiss suddenly felt dizzy and began to teeter from her glyph. Her Arma Gigas then dissipated into drifting snow and Weiss began to fall from its height. It reached to catch her, but she fell through the weightless snow it had become. It was until a firm jolt let her know she'd stop falling.
"I didn't need your help." Weiss panted.
"I'm sure you don't." Jaune smiled. "You're welcome for the help anyways."
Weiss pouted, but she was grateful for his help. She would thank him later, when she had the strength to speak. For now, she relaxed in his arms, comfortable and safe and-
"Hey~!" A familiar voice crooned from the distance. "Need any help?"
Damn! Xiao Long! Weiss struggled to get out of Jaune's arms before she was teased incessantly by her. She grunted and fidgeted and squirmed until she fell flat on her face on the hard ground.
"Uh, you okay, Ice Queen?" Yang asked.
"I'm fine, Xiao Long," a bruise swelling on her chin and forehead, "thank you for asking."
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