There they stood. Facing each other for the first time in years. An empty look filling their eyes.
Jaune gripped Crocea Mors as a samurai would, ad did Adam. The silence between them was sickeningly thick and everyone watching, that included the teachers and students, as well as the White Fang, had a look of shock on their faces.
"What was it you said we where, 'Adam'? Brothers in arms?" The blonde spat the name out in disgust.
"We where supposed to be, 'Jaune'."
The gravel underneath their feet scraped against the floor and their footwear as they prepared to strike. Both never broke eye contact, and showed no signs of backing down.
"That's my mask you're wearing, 'Adam'..."
"Not yours anymore..."
How strange that they stand before each other in such a manor now, saying their stolen names repeatedly, trying to remind the other of who they really are. Adam Taurus, brutal enforcer of the White Fang. Jaune Arc, student of Beacon academy, and a knight in shining armor. How they wished things would be that simple.
Blade clashed against blade, fists smashed against bodies, and kicks met kicks. Neither backing down, or bothering to speed up, because it would be meaningless. Parries, blocks, counters, the sound of metal ripping through cloth, slashing through armor, and blood staining both their bodies. Neither of them showing any form of fatigue, and glared and fought each other with such intensity, even the grimm, feeling the negative emotions, waited in anticipation to see who went down first.
A good day gone bad was the last thing on their minds as they made their final move. The blades never made contact. An explosion threw them far apart and caused everyone to spring into action. Adam and his forces retreated, while the Beacon staff and students fended off the attacking grim with ease. They gave one last look at each other before the dust engulfed their sight and forced them to look away.
The grimm where cleared out in no time. But now, team RWBY and JNPR, as well as Ozpin, Goodwitch, and Ironwood surrounded their freandly knight as he dusted his weapon.
He sighed, knowing well that he would have some explaining to do.
"Could you do me a favor and get my bag for me, Pyrrha?"