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Sighing, Blake offered the cloak back and then, realising how soiled it was, winced and kept it. "I'll clean it later," she promised. "As for why, it's because Weiss had an idea for an attack that might be useful against Raven and the Greycloaks."

"That's good."

"Sadly, it requires Yang's help."

"And that's… bad?"

"It requires her to be able to form a perfect ramp for Weiss to launch an attack off at head height, and Yang has to do this by punching the ground with one of her Skills and perfectly matching both the force, angle and direction to make said ramp."

I winced. "Sounds hard."

"Yeah." Blake looked down at herself, covered in dust. "Tell me about it."

"Why are you the victim?"

"Someone has to be, and I'm the highest level here. We thought of using Ruby, but Weiss wanted to see if Ruby could then direct the attack by using her speed to create a wind vacuum." Seeing my confusion, Blake sighed. "It's basically an ice attack. She launches it forward, Yang makes the ramp, the ice shatters on it and makes millions of little chips of ice, which are launched up at head height blinding, disorienting and pelting the victims."

It sounded like an amazing attack, especially if it could be directed at our enemies. Blinding Raven might be another way to deal with her.

"And you've been taking this all day?"

"No. I've been taking the brunt of Yang's ramp going wrong all day. I've not even been hit by the ice yet. Though… it's gone over my head once or twice.

[...]

Eyes flashing, Yang slammed her fist into the ground.

Weiss pointed her rapier towards it.

Some ice shards made a valiant effort to hit the sun.

Blake peeked out from the cloak, covered in rock dust once more and with a little melted ice raining down on her.

"DAMN IT!" Weiss howled.