"You may be wondering what we are here for." Ozpin said, standing in front of the group. "We are here to see how you do in a combat situation as well as put you into teams. You will be sent into individual tunnels that will lead you into a maze. In the center of this maze will be small relics. You must collect these relics and bring them back. The first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for the remainder of your stay here at Beacon. Be warned. The maze is full of a variety of Grimm, and when the last relic is collected... Well, let's just say, It's going to be interesting. Now, any questions." A large number of hands raised. "Very good. Glynda will now show you where to go." Ozpin finished, ignoring the hands, and taking a sip from his mug. Leading the students to their tunnels, Glynda reminded them of the mission. The students passed through the tunnels, and out to the maze. The test had begun.

Olive nearly skipped through the narrow corridors. Deciding to save her energy she simply teleported past any grimm she faced. Suddenly a wall disappeared and a young woman jumped back into her making them both fall. The girl quickly recovered and dodged the creep's next attack. Olive rolled out of the way and got back to her feet. She turned to face them, "Hello there~"

The woman was completely silent as her eyes and black scarf were focused on the grimm. The fabric folded over itself making a point and had a dim dark brown glow. It quickly jutted out and pierced the creep's flesh just below its jaw. It fell to the ground already fading into smoke. "Who are you?"

"I'm Olive, nice to meet you." She held out her hand and smiled brightly.

"Amelia," She paused before shaking her hand. "I think… this makes us partners?"

"Yep! Though what's with your scarf? Is it infused with dust?"

"Yeah."

"That's so cool! I've never actually seen someone who uses dust fabric before. Is it difficult to control? Or does it basically just do whatever you think?"

"I'm not sure what it's like for others… It's easier for me because I use my semblance to control the scarf itself."

"Wow~ That's so cool! Think I could try using it sometime? You could borrow Shadow Bolt in exchange of course!"

"I'm not sure… For now we should just focus on passing initiation." Amelia continued walking again and Olive followed closely behind.

Riliane's cape billowed behind her as she ran through the maze. With her semblance activated it was easy for her to avoid even the sudden changes in the walls. Despite this she still ran directly into someone. "Ow, what the?"

"Did you not see me?" An irritated voice came from the young man now kneeling on the ground and his presence became crystal clear to Riliane, as if he had just popped into existence.

"No, sorry. I can't see most people very well." She chuckled and offered her hand to him.

"Huh? Oh, Riliane." He took her assistance to get up. "We met on the airship. You ran into me then too."

"Xanthic, right?"

"The one and only," he gave a short mock bow and chuckled, this time it was Riliane being left out of the joke. A beowolf growled and came around the corner, "Oh right, I was doing something." Xanthic flicked his left hand into the air making his glove fly off, it spun and folded over itself changing into a blunderbuss pistol. He charged a shot, a ball of bright green energy formed at the end of the barrel. It then fired off hitting the grimm square in the chest and knocking it back. Switching his weapon back he dashed in sliced its throat with both clawed hands. The creature turned into black smoke and Xanthic returned to his new partner's side. "To the relics, m'lady," He took a knee as a knight in fairy tales would and they both laughed before setting off.

Eve zoned in on the path in front of her. The narrow walkway disappeared into the dim blue light. As the bell sounded, Eve sprinted into the darkness using her semblance to speed herself up considerably. Find the center, find the center, find the center. She thought, letting the chains of her whip slide down her arm. Far ahead was a large beowolf slowly crawling towards her. Without giving it a second glance, Eve wrapped the whip around it's legs, ripping them off as she continued to run.

If she had assumed right she wouldn't even have to use the weapons on the whip itself. Considering the incompetent people she had observed, the initiation would be easy. A small confident smirk came onto her lips but she erased it quickly, using her semblance to sprint on the walls of the maze, running past a small group of beowolves. At this rate, she would reach the center in about- Eve gasped as she dodged a bullet of lightning, losing her concentration and falling off the wall, flipping around at the right moment and rolling on the ground. Annoyed, Eve rubbed her head and looked up.

A boy with an ursa pelt coat and brown hair lept in the air, two tomahawks in hand as he flipped, burying his blades into the head of an Ursa. His feet slammed onto its shoulders before he did a backflip, landing on the ground smoothly. The Ursa let out a loud groan before limply falling onto the ground with a thud. The boy strolled to the Ursa's dead body, yanking out the axes embedded in it's skull. Calmly, his head turned slightly towards her and the two blinked.

"Hullo." The boy stated, rather surprised. Eve stared at him and brushed the dirt off her jacket rather briskly.

"Hi." She responded blankly. Her eyes snapped to the rifle on his back and her eyes instinctively narrowed. Had he fired the electrical bullet?

"I guess that means we're partners?" The boy asked, facing her and putting away his tomahawks. Partners. She had almost forgotten. Eve refrained from a sigh and nodded mildly. "The name's D'art." The boy said, holding out his hand. Eve stared at it, and grimly shook his hand. D'art stared at her expectantly.

"Oh, my name's Eve." She responded. D'art nodded and turned around. "Onwards to the center then?" He asked. Eve nodded, hoping desperately that this boy wouldn't slow her down. She wasn't about to fail initiation because of one person.

However, as the two sprinted towards the center Eve realized that the boy was not slow at all. In fact, he was almost faster than she was. Mildly impressed and very relieved, Eve used her semblance to speed the two up.

The easy sprint didn't last long. Suddenly, a low groan emerged from under the ground. The two came to a stop, panting. They looked down, and then up again.

"Did you hear that?" D'art asked softly. Eve slowly stared at her feet and swallowed.

"I'm sure it was nothing." She dismissed. D'art nodded slowly.

"Right, right." He replied, biting his lip. An uneasy expression came upon his face. Another thud echoed under the ground. The two made eye contact, eyes wide, before sprinting down the path. The ground erupted beneath them and the two were thrown into the air. Eve, with a grunt used her gravity semblance, allowing the two to reassert themselves before falling on the ground. The two rolled onto their sides.

A line of white bloomed on the ground, quickly spreading towards them. Eve's eyes widened.

"Run." She said softly. D'art groaned, clutching his head and sitting up.

"What?" He asked.

"RUN!" She shrieked, standing up and grabbing his arm, yanking him on his feet. D'art made a sound of panic as he caught a glance of the spreading line of white, sprinting behind his partner.

"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?" D'art yelled, his voice reaching Eve's ears.

"YES!" Eve hollered, speeding them both up to the best of her ability. The ground behind them was freezing, the stone becoming a beautiful crystal blue. Small green weeds that sprouted in between the stone became small sticks of ice. The air behind them became misty as flakes of snow fell from the sky.

"To think they'd use ice dust," Eve muttered beneath her breath, panting. As the two ran, the line seemed to spread faster until it was nearly at their ankles.

"What happens when it reaches us?!" D'art yelled. Eve didn't respond, with grit teeth she used the last of her energy to speed the both of them up.

The two reached a clearing where they collapsed on the ground. The line of ice slowed, and then retracted back into the path, leaving the two breathless.

"Sanglante." D'art panted. "What's wrong with this place?" His head hit the floor and he closed his eyes. "Wake me in five minutes." He grumbled. Eve sighed, standing up shakily.

"We don't have time to rest." She responded swiftly.

"That's the fastest I've run. Ever." D'art spat weakly. "I think we're ahead of everyone, we can afford to take a break." Eve shook her head, her eyes locked on the path leading deeper into the labyrinth. D'art sat up, squinting at her. "Are you human?" He asked. "How can you even move after that?"

"If we lie down now, we won't get up for a while." Eve responded quickly. D'art groaned, as his partner grabbed his arm.

"Just five minutes." He pleaded.

"Let's go." Eve snapped, she yanked on his arm, but D'art sat firmly in place. Eve was about to use her semblance when she decided she didn't want to waste it on such a trivial affair when she had exhausted it already. She debated going to the center herself but decided not to risk it.

"Hey." She started.

"Sup." D'art responded, his eyes closed as sat on the ground.

"Have you heard the story of the Tortoise and the Hare?" Eve asked.

"Pardon?" D'art asked.

"You haven't then. Do you want to hear it?" Eve asked, staring ahead.

"No." D'art responded.

"It goes a bit like this." Eve said, ignoring his groan. "There was a tortoise and a hare,"

"Pas de merde." D'art muttered.

"They were both participating in a race." Eve continued, unaffected. "The hare was much faster than the tortoise. And when the hare reached the halfway mark, and looked behind him, the tortoise was nowhere to be seen."

"Sucks for him."

"The hare was so confident that he could win the race, he decided to take a nap." Spoke Eve.

"I can sympathize."

"The tortoise passed the hare while he was sleeping, and when the hare woke up it was too late. The tortoise had already passed the finish line. The crowd cheered for the tortoise and the hare was frustrated that he had slept." Eve finished.

"What a wonderful story." D'art said sarcastically.

"Thanks." Eve replied, mildly surprised and oblivious to his sarcasm. "Cmon, let's keep going."

"Gonna throw in another lovely story if we stay?" D'art questioned, peeking open one eye to stare at his partner.

"Perhaps." Eve responded, turning to look at him. D'art seemed to contemplate this possibility before grimacing and standing up slowly with a yawn.

"Another time maybe. For now, let's keep going." He said with a grin, rolling up his sleeves and holding up his hand for a high five. Eve stared at it blankly. D'art heaved a sigh.

"Gonna leave me hanging?" He asked sarcastically. Eve stared at his hand and then blinked, letting her's touch his softly. D'art flushed and shook his head. "Nononno, you slap it. It's a high five." He retracted his own and hit her hand lightly.

"Right." Eve responded simply. D'art let out a tired laugh and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Oh whatever." He turned to face the clearing. "Let's go kick some grimm booty." He grinned and sprinted down the path that lay ahead. Eve stared after him, glancing at her hand and then sprinting after her partner.

She ran through the corridors, searching for the way out. She made a left, then a right, then another left, only to find herself at a dead end. "I hate mazes," Celeste yelled out.

"Behind you!" she heard someone yell. A loud growling sound came from behind her as a creep drew near. Drawing out Ferrum Glacies, she activated the burn dust, and charged at the Grimm. Blades clashed with claws as the Huntress and Grimm fought each other. Not much later, the grimm began disappearing as it had been defeated. Celeste looked around for who had called out to her, only to find no one there.

"Hello?" she called out, hoping for an answer.

"Are you okay?" the voice asked.

"I'm fine. Where are you?" The voice didn't respond. Celeste began walking the way she had come. She traced herself back to the closest intersection, and began walking the other way. A few corridors later, the voice returned.

"I'm close to you, just wait where you are." It was now that Celeste realized she wasn't hearing the voice with her ears. It was in her head.

"You again? I told you to stay out of my head." Silence. "I don't need any help from you. Just leave me alone." The sound of footsteps behind her signaled she was no longer alone.

"That's gonna be hard to do since we're partners now. The name's Owen, by the way." The huntsman said, extending out his hand. Celeste looked at him, then turned and walked away not saying anything. "Hey. Wait up." Owen said as he chased after her.

Amelia and her partner arrived in the center of the maze and caught a glimpse of a man with a lion tail and his partner leaving. A great wooden pedestal held several figurines of different grimm species. She noted the only set missing was the beringel. "Do you have a preference?" Amelia asked looking down at her partner.

"Hm…" Olive carefully inspected all the figurines on the table before snatching up the goliath. "Elephants are cute," she held it up for Amelia's approval.

"I guess so…" Amelia stopped in her tracks at the sound she recognised as an alpha beowolf. She turned her back to where the sound came from, "This way."

"What? Couldn't they be in trouble?"

"If they were accepted to this school then they should be fine against a single alpha. Besides, the professor said we needed to get out of here as quickly as possible."

"Beowolves always call for reinforcements though," Olive dashed off towards the howl. Amelia sighed and followed after her, if nothing else it might be good practice. Looking desperately for the students in trouble Olive stopped and pulled her bandana over her face. She leaped forward and rolled out of the way as the alpha they heard earlier broke through the wall on their left. It got back up and started towards Amelia. Her scarf moved to block his swings as she attempted to regain balance from the surprize. A pair consisting of a young man and woman came through the hole in the wall. The girl held out her wooden staff, Olive saw her press a button making it extend and curve into a longbow. She drew an arrow and as she released Olive jabbed at nothing with her wakizashi causing a bolt of electricity fly out. The dust combined with the arrow and pierced the nape of the grimm's neck.

It recoiled from the shot and fell limp before dissolving. "Thanks for the help," Riliane said facing roughly in Olive's direction.

"Glad to," She smiled brightly removing her face mask. "Oh! Do you two want a boost to the center?"

"You know the way?" Xanthic asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah, though this'll be much faster." Riliane disappeared in a warm breeze.

"What did you-" Before he could finish his question he also disappeared with a gentle gust of wind.

Celeste continued walking without saying anything to the young man that was her new partner. There were several occasion in which Owen tried futilely to start a conversation with her, most of which started with an apology. "I didn't mean-"

"I don't care." She always cut him off quickly. "Just shut up and keep moving." With a sigh he obeyed and followed her around the next bend which lead to an opening with a pedestal holding several small figurines. Several were already missing and Celeste grabbed the first one that caught her attention. She tossed the miniature beowolf at Owen, "I think this one's fitting."

"You're definitely as aggressive as one," He pretended the comment wasn't about his wolf tail and chuckled. Owen was relieved that Celeste smiled at his joke instead of getting even more upset at him.

"-Do!?" Xanthic was suddenly standing next to his partner again. They were both next to a table of figurines. "She… teleported us here?"

"It would seem so. Man that's a really cool semblance!"

"Yeah." He turned his attention now to the table and saw four spaces of figurines missing. "These must be the relics then."

"Yep, but which one do we take?"

"How about the goliath? The other one's missing so our teammates must be capable."

"Sounds good to me."

D'art grabbed the only remaining relic, a Beowulf statue, running his hands over the stained wood. "Wow, this is sick. I might keep this for myself" he said, looking back at his partner.

Eve looked at the statue, then around herself. "So much for being first. How are we supposed to get out?" She wondered aloud. Suddenly, the ground began to quake.

"Another ice trap?" D'art said, ready to run.

Eve placed a hand down on the shaky earth. "No…something worse…"

Xanthic and Riliane struggled back through the maze, questioning their every move. Suddenly, Riliane stopped. Xanthic turned to his partner. "What's wrong? See a ghost?" He joked.

Riliane's face became still. "Get next to me. Now." Xanthic, confused, moved next to the blind girl.

"What's up with you?" Xanthic asked, slightly annoyed. Riliane held her hand on one of the maze walls.

"The walls" she said, feeling the sinking of each block "they're dropping into the floor." Xanthic looked, noticing that the walls were getting smaller and smaller. Suddenly, the dangers of the maze revealed themselves: a pack of beowolves, Ursa, and a king taijitu pierced over the low hanging barriers sinking to the floor. Xanthic pulled out his weapon, ready to fight. The Grimm turned their head to the remaining members in the maze, their orange eyes glowing with murder.