[center]The Secret Gifts that have been sent early will be displayed now! Shoutouts to [@Crimmy] and [@Eklipse] for taking their time to make these nifty pieces of writing. Both of them will receive [b][u]two credits[/u][/b] for participating in both the Contest and the Secret Gift system. (It's not too late to send one, so if you have a Secret Gift you'd like to send, send me a message! If you have submission that isn't a Secret Gift, feel free to upload it here on your own!)[/center] [hr] [h3]Vega Venetia Saves Christmas[/h3] [b]By:[/b] [@Crimmy] [b]To:[/b] [@Ayazi] [b]Description by Author:[/b] [i]"A fast-paced tale of heroism and generosity."[/i] [hider=Vega Venetia Saves Christmas][center][h2]VEGA VENETIA SAVES CHRISTMAS[/h2][/center] [b]6.30am, Christmas Day[/b] The snowfield was enveloped in a tumultuous din. Police cars were strewn across the white backdrop, black smoke rising from their wheezing, shaking engines. The sound of sirens rang without end, the sharp noises blocking out the pained groans of the unfortunates who were still conscious. A tank had erupted into flames at some point, and its burning hulk had already melted a considerable amount of the ice on the lake it was mere inches from sinking into. And something meaty was rotting, spilling black ichor across the fluffy white earth. It was a scene of complete and utter mayhem. No sense went unassaulted. The bedlam discriminated against no one. Not even against its source. Vega Venetia, the heiress to two noble clans and likely a myriad of criminal connections, stared unblinkingly up at the clear, azure sky. Her glasses were lying somewhere nearby, likely shattered into pieces, but she wasn’t really too sure. It was hard for her ego to admit, but the last half an hour hadn’t really been a really great experience for her. Everything hurt. It was utterly shameful. No Venetia should have found themselves in such a state. It was really pathetic. She could not even move! And it was super cold! Still, the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. A blurry shadow appeared in her vision. Her heart sank. Everything was already so tiring and annoying already, and now someone had just found her right in the middle of it. She could not see who it was that well without her glasses, but there was clearly a pair of headphones hanging from the figure’s neck. The day had gotten worse. Said shadowy figure’s face grew closer. Vega could make out more details now, like the spiky hair, the cute, youthful looks, and … an expression of utmost concern. The blush that had appeared on her face in spite of her wishes lessened. At least it was not Little Miss Gracious. No, it was the commoner instead. “Um, Vega … are you alright?” asked Beryl Harken, her voice full of worry. Being found in such a compromising position was annoying Vega greatly, especially when it was a teammate who had done so. They were already prone to ‘upstanding’ her frequently, so this would not help her image with them at all! And to make it worse, her impression in the eyes of the Otter Faunus was now even more negative! She was the cool leader, but she still had not gotten a chance to show that off to the newbie! Of course, she was not going to randomly tell her worries randomly to a commoner. That would be weird and below her station. And that would not be good. “I am 100% fine,” she lied. Unfortunately, Beryl did not look like she was falling for it. Tsk, that was impressive. Her teammate had managed to see through the deception in such a short amount of time. “Are you sure? I can carry you to the medbay if you want.” The sincerity and compassion in her teammate’s tone was too much for her ego. Vega could appreciate the kindhearted offer, but she could definitely get through the situation herself! Just because her body was hurting did not mean she couldn’t do anything. She was a proud Venetia; that meant that it would be elementary to get up. “Do not fret, I can upright myself. I am just …” Her reassurance trailed off for a second as she tried to think of a good reason for why she wasn’t doing so. The thought came to her almost immediately. “... being lazy,” she finished with a smile full of bravado. That was the best reason. She was still lying down because she didn’t want to get up. She could get up when she felt like it, or at least when she started feeling hungry. Maybe breakfast. She could wait until breakfast. “Um, okay.” There was an expression of disbelief on Beryl’s face, but it was too brief for Vega to catch. “So, what happened here anyway?” continued the Otter Faunus, deciding it was for the best to just move on to the next topic, which was finding out [i]how[/i] all the chaos had come about. Of course, Vega herself was not too sure of it herself. Why exactly was she lying in the cold snow in a Vale park surrounded by such a scene of destruction, and on the morning of Christmas no less? In hindsight, the fact that running into a drunk driver on Christmas Eve had started a series of events so contrary to the Yuletide spirit was rather absurd. Yet it had still happened. “Well,” she began hesitantly. “All I can say is that this is greatly unexpected ...” --- [b]3.00pm, Christmas Eve[/b] “Venetia, get the fuck off me.” The aforementioned Vega Venetia, a bespectacled beauty who turned heads wherever she went (on good days due to attraction, on the bad because of horror), tried to pout, but immediately realised that given that she was lying on top of her teammate back first, realised that it was not particularly visible. Instead, she settled for a sigh and rolled off the covers, pushing herself up into a sitting position on the bed. “Tsk,” she tutted, wagging a slender finger in the direction of her fellow. “I must have you know that friends partake in these fun activities together.” “Wooow, a sack of bones pressing against me really is [i]wondrously fun[/i].” Vega huffed aristocratically. It was just like her teammate to resort to sarcasm so quickly. “Gratia, I am well-muscled,” she said, crossing her arms and giving her fellow Mistralese huntress an annoyed look through her Smart Glasses®. “It would have been nice if you joined me for a fun night on the town instead of being so dismissive like this.” “Even if I found your shitty plans enjoyable, I still would’ve said no,” replied Gratia in her usual taciturn manner, pulling her bed covers up even further. “I have the Christmas church service to attend." “Gratia, it’s a midnight mass,” said Beryl awkwardly from the other side of the dorm, unsure of whether or not it had been a good idea to rectify the mistake in the terminology used. Fortunately, the long-haired stoic did not take any offense to the correction. “My mistake then.” Her body turned on its side, giving the Faunus member of the team a clear view of her composed, aloof expression. The usual iciness however, was ruined somewhat by the image of her snugly resting on a pillow. The reason being that Gratia wanted to rest before heading out for the [s]service[/s] mass (incidentally, her Valic teacher had been a fucking Protestant, hence the confusion over the proper term). They had returned from a mission late last night, and the team stoic had decided the best course of action was to sleep through the day rather than endure the mass in exhaustion. Personally of course, Vega was still rather pining for more action; it was Christmas Eve after all, and such a day demanded celebration. However, she would respect the choice of her friend. “I see,” was her reply as she minutely adjusted her glasses with a light push. “Well, you two can have fun there. I shall be taking advantage of the Christmas sales instead!” As she briskly pushed off Gratia’s bed and made her way out into the hall, she wondered what exactly she would buy. The larger chains would likely be full of crowds doing last minute shopping for gifts, which would be tiring to deal with. She didn’t want to stay in crowds for so long; as a wallflower she wasn’t really too good with other people, especially if they would try and flirt with her attractive self. She also didn’t have the patience to wait so long just for the chance to get her things. Maybe she could visit some lesser known shops. They could have good deals too for the holidays, and even if neither Gratia nor Bianca were around to accompany her, she could possibly even prove to them that her fashion sense was in fashion. She wondered if her Instagram followers knew of any places she could go. Vega hummed a [url=youtu.be/rYkNcDWgrRk]jaunty tune[/url] to herself as she strode through the hallway of Beacon Academy, doing her best to bypass the other students also making their way around. There weren’t too many of them, which was a fact she relished, but every once in awhile she would still need to return their holiday greetings - it was tiring to be forced into conversation, but it was something she had to make do with. One would wonder why she wanted to go out in the first place, but the Mistralese girl had always liked Vale’s sights. Having the chance to experience them first-hand trumped her distaste for crowds, and besides, they made for great selfie opportunities. Maybe she would upload some videos of her shopping online. Unfortunately, her plans wouldn’t come to fruition. It was when she was at Beacon’s docks that she first noticed the streak of light across the bright blue sky. Vega glanced around for anyone else who had seen it. Everyone milling in line for the airship were distracted with other activities - none of them had been staring up at the sky like her in an attempt to avoid conversation. In fact, it was even possible that the flash had been a trick of the sunlight. It had disappeared in an instant. The only reason she knew otherwise was because her Smart Glasses® had taken a photo of it. She looked towards the horizon. An airship was getting ready to land. If she were to go after the mysterious flash, then she would have to wait in line for twenty minutes all over again. It would be quite shameful to have wasted so much time waiting only to have to repeat it. But nobody else seemed to have seen it. And if they did, they didn’t really care. The thought of looking for the source of the light grew stronger. The airship grew closer. Vega Venetia pondered on the topic. If she changed her plans, there would be less time to go shopping, but if she didn’t go after the light, then it might be lost forever! A huntress was supposed to seek out mysteries too, right? And she could go looking for good deals at any time, but she wouldn’t know when a mysterious light popped up next. And if it was something she could deal with quickly she could even go shopping again later! [i]A perfect plan.[/i] The girl had decided. She quickly slipped out of the line, a smile on her face as she made her way off the docks and towards the area where the light had disappeared above. It seemed to be the Emerald Forest. That made it more interesting; maybe it could have something to do with the Grimm, and God knows what could be involved then. There was danger in going alone, but she knew she would be fine. She was a top class huntress, after all! She was, of course, ignoring some of her deficiencies in plan-making during missions. But Vega Venetia wasn’t exactly on a mission, and as a fighter, she was honestly pretty good against anybody who didn’t kick her in the stomach. Anyway, none of that mattered. She was a proud scion of the Venetia and Tala Dei families. She would get to the bottom of the mystery in no time! --- [b]5.43pm, Christmas Eve[/b] Getting permission to enter the Emerald Forest from the authorities had been, in hindsight, a more difficult proposition than initially assumed. Vega Venetia had been forced to run around the campus looking for people willing to let her into the Grimm-infested territory, and thus it would be a tired and very annoyed Mistralese girl who stalked through the brush that afternoon, searching every nook and cranny for anything that could’ve been connected to the light. Few Grimm had actually approached her during her walk through the woods, and that had yet to change. Perhaps they were cautious in approaching a huntress like her. Still, their no-show to her mini expedition was better for her; until she could catch her breath a bit more, fighting the monsters would be a bit too exhausting, even for a daughter of the land of the invincible sun like herself. But where are the animals? There should still be some around? She pushed away a few branches in her path, only to freeze upon hearing a noise. There was something further up ahead, hidden in the growth. It sounded like something was flailing about in the growth. Her hands reached for her partizan. What was hiding before her? Would she need to deal with it? It could be a Grimm, but it could also be an animal. A relatively large one, at least. A moan. [i]Is there a person?![/i] Vega took a cautious step forward, partizan gripped tightly within her hands. If anything dangerous came out, she would stab it. Possibly. She was going in dark in this situation, because she didn’t know what was waiting for her. She didn’t know if stabbing would even be a good tactic to make use of. And if the moan was any indication, a person could have been hidden behind the flora. Anything could happen. Like a horned, quadrupedal Grimm bursting out of the brush and galloping past her before she could even blink. [i]Is that a reindeer?![/i] She quickly turned around, eyes following after the retreating form of the Grimm. Antlers, sickly pale to the bone, protruded menacingly from its head. Four powerful legs, oozing black with every contact with the ground. Red eyes promising death and destruction. A form overflowing with dark energies. To her, it was a very image of the strength of the monsters that sought to wipe her people out. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, even if she couldn’t see the mask properly. She had glimpsed it briefly, and it had struck chills down her spine. [i]Why is it here?[/i] There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask. She wanted to go after it and find out, but another moan from behind her immediately caught her attention. Vega Venetia swerved around once more and jumped through the bushes. The sight that met her was a red-suited old man lying on the ground, eyes bloodshot. She could only stare. [i]Is that Santa?[/i] It was not a conclusion someone would usually leap to, but it explained things. The obesity of the groaning and moaning man. The gaudy red suit. The massive, snow white beard. The reindeer Grimm thing that had just run off. The strange contraption surrounded by colourful boxes that was crumpled against a tree. All she could say was that if it wasn’t Santa, then who else could it be? Vega hesitantly stepped closer towards the moaning man. Perhaps he wasn’t Santa, but merely a wayward old hunter who had gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe that Grimm had attacked him, but if that was the case, why wasn’t he dead? She would have to ask him then. Right now though, it looked like he needed help, and it was her noble duty to give assistance to those suffering from pain. “Rrrrrgh,” said the man. She plastered on a smiling, caring front as she approached. “Sir, are you okay?” The only response was another groan. Vega blinked. That hadn’t worked. Maybe she would need to try again. Certainly he couldn’t have failed to notice her if his eyes were open? “Sir?” “Rggghrhg beer.” Vega Venetia was a scion of a famed wine-making family. She knew what intoxication sounded like. And it was quite clear to her that this strange old geezer was very drunk. The smile faded from her face. Providing assistance to this dipsomaniac of an elder was becoming increasingly odious (both in having to deal with the man, and in the scent that she was beginning to pick up from him). Yet she needed to do so. A huntress needed to help someone, and if she could get him to explain his presence, she could possibly even find a clue for what that streak of light had been. She crouched down and poked him with the blunt end of her partizan. “Eurrrgh.” “I wish to assist you,” she said slowly, putting on the sociable mask once more. “Can you tell me what left you in this state? What is that … thing next to the tree? Why was there that reindeer-like Grimm? Who are you?” [i]And why do you look like Santa Claus?[/i] Unfocused eyes gazed at her. “... Muurgh?” That wasn’t helpful at all. She’d thought the questioning had been a good plan, but now she would need to come up with a different one. [i]Tsk, why must he be so uncooperative? How drunk could he even be?[/i] Vega rose from her crouch. She just wanted to find the source for that flash of light! And now she’d have to take this strange man to safet- “Woah man that was heavy.” The Mistralese girl jumped back in shock as an eerily-smiling midget (the smile was the first thing she noticed, because [i]how could that possibly fit on its face?![/i]) emerged from under some of the collapsed boxes. There was a bump on its tiny head. Clearly it had taken a blow to the head from something, which explained why it only appeared right now. But it was very creepy. Thus she could only stare with worry at the midget as it stumbled around, shaking its head for a few seconds before it looked up at her. For a moment, Vega wondered if it would be receptive to a photo, but the huntress side of her took over once more. Collecting herself, she crossed her arms and met the gaze of the midget head-on. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” Everything was rapidly becoming confusing. The midget blinked. “Oh uh, oh ‘ey.” [i]Did it only just notice I’m here?[/i] Vega tried to smile. Maybe she needed to be more sociable again. “Hi, I’m Vega Venetia. Who are you?” “I’m uh, I’m an elf!” Once more, Vega could only stare. “An … elf?” “Yep. A betty like you ain’t never seen one of us before?” The self-proclaimed elf, seemingly free from that strange disoriented state from earlier, did a full spin, showing off its midget body to Vega. It … wasn’t anything like what she had expected. “Elves aren’t real,” she blurted out. If the midget was an elf, then that meant … “Ey don’t gimme that bunk,” was the elf’s indignant reply (although the smile had yet to disappear. [i]Creepy.[/i]). “I’m legit. You’d be a total mung to think we’re not 100% real.” “What the hell is a mung - doesn’t matter, but you can’t possibly be an elf! Santa Claus doesn’t exist! He’s just a tale told to little children!” “Girl, I’ve had a rough day and havin’ a bimbette be baggin’ my homeboys and the Man ain’t really what I wanna hear. We’re real.” “No, you can’t possible be.” Denial was creeping into Vega Venetia’s voice. There was no such thing as Santa. She had proved that fact to be true with all those wasted Christmas mornings staying awake as a child. Santa didn’t exist. “What’s your damage? I’m an elf. Geezer lying there’s the Big C. I mean yeah he looks like a real burn out and our ride’s in a real grody state, but we’re legit. I thought some kid like you’d find this news the bomb diggity.” “I don’t believe in Santa Claus.” “Well, he might be Santa ex-Claus now. Wife bounced on him. Totally not radical.” That shook Vega out of her denial. It seemed to be such a non sequitur. “... What?” The elf blinked. The smile was still there. “Oh yeah, boss stud here had a fight with the missus. They had a major cow over it and he got juiced. That’s why we nearly got -” It gestured at the contraption and colourful boxes. “-road pizza’d.” “... What?” Suffice to say, Vega did not know what the elf … [i]midget[/i] … thing was talking about. The word choices being made were beyond her understanding. She laughed inwardly, but it was hesitantly as well. This was too crazy for her. “... Anyway, that was a big rush, but I gotta get deliverin’ to the max if we want a wicked Christmas. No time to veg.” Oh, the creature had still been talking. [i]Wait, deliveries …?[/i] “Deliveries?” Her response was another stare. “No duh,” said the elf. “You homegirl might think we’re wiggin’, but I gotta get the Man-o-rama home to his couch and all these presents to the phats before Christmas.” She could have tried to deny it again, and her sanity kept demanding that she do so, but Vega Venetia was growing increasingly convinced that it was truly the mighty rider of the skies and bringer of wealth that was … intoxicated on the ground beside her. It was actually a shameful sight to behold [i]which is why he can’t possibly be Santa Claus[/i] but if she could parse the … elf thing’s words correctly, then he had gone through some divorce? Hence the drunkenness. “Okay, let’s say I believe that’s Santa,” said Vega slowly. She’d take easy steps. “So he was … drunk riding …? And that’s why you’re going to have a problem delivering presents?” “Gnarly girlie. That’s major correct.” She didn’t ask why she never got presents as a kid. That would only open up more confusion, and she was already tired of this strange scene. All she’d wanted to do was find a light. “How are you going to deliver those presents then?” The elf looked up at the slowly darkening sky, smile still plastered on. “I was gonna outsource it, but it’d be hellaciously hard this late. Don’t think they’d get down even if they went to the max.” It let out a sigh. “Man, that’s heavy. Christmas ain’t gonna be flash this year.” Even though it was still smiling, Vega Venetia couldn’t help but feel for the thing. It seemed so disappointed [i]even if I have no idea what it’s saying[/i]. Maybe she could help. The thought came to her unbidden. Could she help? It was the duty of a noble like her to … “Do you want help?” she asked, the words leaving her mouth before she could even regret them. That got the elf’s attention. “For cear? That’d be mega if you’re no fakin’.” “Um, yeah. I will be able to.” Light seemed to fill the elf’s face. “Totes radical. You the legit homefry! Can you drive?” In front of such happiness, Vega couldn’t say no. Well, she could definitely drive, but if the elf was asking what she thought it was asking, then usually she could have said no. She wanted to look for the light (even if she had actually wanted to go shopping initially), but if this strange thing wanted her help so much, then it would be her privilege to help. Her eyes glanced over at the ruined … contraption [i]that was probs the sled[/i] and the presents. There weren’t many of them left it seemed. Maybe … it wouldn’t take too long. Maybe. It likely wouldn’t be too hard for a Venetia either. “Just have your instructions given to me and I’ll be fine,” she declared proudly. What could possibly go wrong? --- [b]5.20am, Christmas Day[/b] Everything was going wrong. Vega Venetia held tightly onto her Santa hat as the Grimmdeer pulling her sled through the skies dodged past the gunfire of Atlesian airships. She had completely failed to take into account the presence of Atlas in Vale. Those stupid, [i]stupid[/i] northerners were trying to kill her! That was why screams were filling the cold, rushing air, and it didn’t really take long for her to realise it was her own mouth making those screams. All she wanted to do was get into Vale! Her job hadn’t been so hard at first. Fix up the ruddy sled. Put all the presents back into the cargo hold. Hunt down the reindeer Grimm and fall into a pool of mud ([i]Those clothes were expensive![/i]). Go flying around the entirety of Remnant at supersonic speeds to deliver presents to the children who still hadn’t gotten any (all under the age of eleven, except for that strange Huòng girl in the Mistralese slums; maybe the poor had the souls of children there). It was, well, not exactly simple stuff, but it was very straightforward! Easy for a Venetia like her to grasp. And then she had to return to Vale. The elf and her had dropped the drunk Santa off at a hotel before setting off on their globe-trotting adventure, so she needed to get back into the city-state if she wanted to return the sled to its original owner. It’d taken some time to deliver unload the boot of all the boxes of presents (which she still didn’t know why she’d never gotten any of as a kidlet), but after that long journey, she’d thought that heading back into Vale would be so much simpler. It wasn’t. “We gotta book it from those ooglays, girlie!” screamed the elf from behind her. Vega could barely hear it. She herself was too busy screaming [i]and this was the baddest idea ever I am never doing this again![/i] to pay attention, especially when a missile took off the head of one of her Grimm reindeer. Damn those Atlesians! They were going to get her killed! Her sled dived downwards, the reindeer galloping her closer and closer to the ground to dodge the weapons covering the skies. Vega held on for dear life. At some point she’d given up on piloting the ‘vehicle’ around and had given all control to the reindeer Grimm. A voice in her mind wondered why a huntress was trusting a Grimm for their safety, but another one smushed it down shut. Both of them wanted to live right now! Asphalt screeched, sparks flying through the air. She was groundbound now, body rocking with every movement of the sled. The Atlesians wouldn’t fire into the city of Vale itself, would they? Not when there were civilians around, and not when those cop cars blaring in the distance were foll … owing … her … Vega pulled her Santa hat further down over her head. “I am going to have a criminal record now.” What had she done to deserve this? She needed to shake them off. Them and that Atlesian tank that was now rolling onto the street after her. [i]Oh God what is happening to me?![/i] But she didn’t want to hurt them, not when they were doing their jobs. They just wanted to kill the Grimm reindeer carrying her safely back to Santa Claus. But if she didn’t do something, then they’d catch up and probably blow her up! Vega Venetia needed a solution. They would keep following after the Grimm and the sled as long as they existed. Which meant … “We need to make this sled nonexistent!” she declared triumphantly. “Cool out girlie!” protested the elf. “That sounds bogus! This ain’t your ride to play with either!” It was, however, the only thing she could think of doing to save herself and the elf without getting anyone hurt. Maybe. Thus, if the authorities didn’t have a sled to chase after, then everything would go right back to normal! [i]That is such a great plan.[/i] But how would she do it? She needed a way to get rid of the sled and her pursuers, pronto. [b]6.40am, Christmas Day[/b] “Vega, I don’t think stories are supposed to end on a question like that,” said Beryl honestly, the Otter Faunus the very image of a critic. Vega huffed. “It will be too long for me to tell you.” She was cold. The snow was melting into her already-ruined clothes from the heat of her body and the water was really, really uncomfortable. The aristocratic girl didn’t want to keep on lying around telling a story like she had been for the last ten minutes. She didn’t have the time for that! If Beryl wanted to know more, she would just have to wait. “But, then what’s the point of telling me the story?” “It is an example of my perfect storytelling,” she replied haughtily. She’d explained exactly what had happened to Beryl, after all, except for how the scene around them had unfolded. “But … it isn’t, um, a really good answer?” There had been a question? Beryl sighed. “Ah, it doesn’t matter. Come on Vega, I’ll get you to the medbay.” And with a heave, the otter girl picked Venetia up. The latter girl wanted to protest, but immediately decided against it. It was shameful needing help, but at least she was now free of the snow. Maybe the otter wouldn’t ask her about the story again! “You have my many thanks,” Vega casually said. “This had been precarious for me!” “You’re welcome, Vega. [sub]But what happened to the elf?[/sub]”[/hider] [hr] [h3](Eklipse's) Secret Gift[/h3] [b]By:[/b] [@Eklispe] [b]To:[/b] [@Ryonara][@SevenStormStyle][@Pyrodash888] [b]Description by Author:[/b] [i]"A mystery action story!?"[/i] [hider=Secret Gift]It had all been fun and games at first. A 'mission' that was just for fun. When had it gotten so serious? It didn't really matter at this point, team KYSS was far too focused on the mission to worry about such things. The target hurtled towards them yet again. Without a word, none was needed, they sprang into action once more, actions in perfect harmony thanks to Sepia's link. Yue's blade intercepted the missile before it could hit the ground, sending it with alarming speed into the air towards Krysthane, already in position to send it hammering towards their opponents. Of course they were not the only ones prepared for this engagement. No slouches, the enemy sent it lofting back through the air, only accompanied this time by a hail of gunfire from assorted weapons. Skyra sprung into place, blades forming an impregnable defense. This time it was Yue that intercepted the small round object, sending it crashing back towards the enemy under the force of a fully charged moonbeam. Skyra simultaneously released her semblance, letting out a wave of force the destabilized the enemy, leaving them barely able to keep the offending missile, propelled by a crescent of ferocious aura: from touching the ground. However before they were able to send it back Sepia's weapon snaked into their midst, once again pummeling it downwards. Another heroic effort, along with creative use of semblance or two, made by the enemy managed to keep the target from touching the ground, but the pressure was still on. Literally. Whilst they had been distracted Krysthane had infiltrated enemy lines, hovering just above them and meteoring the object that would decide the fate of everyone present back towards the ground, a healthy dose of increased gravity and a raging column of water propelling it along with a forceful downward stomp. The enemy leader desperately moved to block but was pushed away a hail of energy from Skyra's pistols further empowered by Yue's Semblance coursing through them. Sepia's chain, now retracted, once again launched out ensnaring another member and preventing them from using their semblance to prevent another last second save. The devastating blitzkrieg like strategy of Team KYSS ensured the volleyball hit the ground on the enemy side. Game point. Team KYSS had won the annual Vale Volleyball tournament. Team KYSS gathered together in a group hug with various noises of excitement and exhaustion from the long and draining game. A small drone that might be called an R-Type by certain individuals noted the events with the camera it was equipped with and now flew away to an unknown location. Somewhere else a dark-skinned male covered in burn marks laughed to himself, silently congratulating them on their victory.[/hider]