You could call Jaune Arc many things: a partner, a leader, a friend a fool. He'd made many a mistake in his life, but he couldn't make this one now.

So why was he across Vale, no where near the tower? Oum damnit, Pyrrha.

In a rushed panic, he called someone on his scroll, "Weiss!"

A voice could he heard from the small device, "Where are you?"

"Weiss! Please, you have to stop her!"

"What?"

"Pyrrha! She's going after that woman... a-at the top of the tower! She doesn't stand a chance!"

"Jaune, what are you talking about? Where are you?"

"Don't worry about me! Please... You have to save her..."

"We will, are you okay?" In his frustration, Jaune threw his scroll onto the pavement, unable to answer Weiss' question. I don't even know if I am myself.

Clenching his fist, Jaune knew what he needed to do. Screw it, screw it all. He'd lost so much. He couldn't lose more. Thresh, I lnow we've had our differences but I need your help. I need it now.

No response.

Damnit, Thresh! Wake up!

Still no response.

THRESH!

A creaking noise could be heard, and soon he could hear cracks. Finally, a response!

Hmm... He could now hear the otherwordly voice of his long-time companion, Thresh. What seems to be the matter, Jaune? He'd been the host of this horror for Oum knows how long. Every memory... every moment in his life, he'd been there.

So maybe... maybe he'd help.

Thresh, I'm gonna need some of your power. I-I'll let you take over. Just please, help me...

Hmm... He could hear him hum. Very well, Jaune. I've grown rather fond of you, after all.

Jaune let go of control, and was now in the metaphorical passenger seat as Thresh took the wheel. His eyes turned from blue to a dsrk void, no light reflected off of them. He coud still feel. He could still see. His body was still his. He just didn't have control.

Focusing, he put his palms together. Small pitch black wisps of energy seeped out between his fingers, seeming to absorb all light, yet also somehow giving off an incredibly eerie purple glow.

Pulling his hands apart, he smiled, for between the two hands was a levitating sphere that reflected no light, once more giving off an eerie purple glow. He moved his hands further apart, the sphere now hovering over his left palm.

Concentrating his aura and the dark energy in his right palm, he punched open the locker door clean off its hinges. Focusing, he made a odd purple sickle-like hook out of a mixture of both aura and the mysterious energy. Chains made of aura and the energy materialized - coming to a stop in him as if directly connecting to his soul. Ah, the wonders of the soul.

Jumping out of the locker, a swirl of blue and purple manifested before him, soon engulfing him and bringing him to his destination, the base of the tower.

Just something I did while I was bored. Am on a vacation at the moment, and these waits are killing me, metaphorically speaking. So, to pass the time, I'm gonna write terribly written fanfiction with equally horrendous update times (if any.)

EDIT: Did some edits here. Added some new stuff.