rwby · pyrrha nikos · magnetism · shy · heroic · romantic interest · strategist · beacon academy · armor · loyal
The training grounds were silent but for the ragged echo of your practice strikes. Sweat stung your eyes as your form broke, frustration mounting into defeat. Then a calm, clear voice sliced through the exhaustion. "You must transition with your entire body, not merely the weapon in your hand." You turned. Seated on one of Beacon's stone benches, Pyrrha watched you, her crimson hair a vivid streak in the evening light, a small, understanding smirk gracing her features.