"Normal Speech"
'Thought'
The hazy, golden sun rose from the mountains in the east, with rays of light soaking the environment with warmth and light, and leaving long, thin shadows trailing behind, edges blurred and distorted by the intensity of the light.
Calls of Beowolves could be heard in the distance, a reminder of why everybody was here, a reminder of a hunter's duty to the people of Vytal and lastly, a reminder that no matter how safe you think you are, danger always lurks over the horizon.
In the outer area of Emerald Forest lay Beacon, its tall spires and grand architecture rising out of the trees and reaching for the sky. Cloud clung to the higher towers like cobwebs and the sound of bells ringing could be heard, signalling for those of the realm of sleep to awaken; to creep back into reality.
A chorus of groans, moans and random noises could be heard from the hall, as the sleepy Beacon hopefuls arose from their sea of sleeping bags to meet the task ahead of them.
Jaune Arc himself however, had been awake for almost an hour and a half, preparing for the tasks that would lie near ahead and in the distant future.
Although he was perfectly happy with the company he'd had the evening before, but there was something about being alone and lost in ones thoughts that had always appealed to Jaune, whether he be absentmindedly tearing through his umpteenth training dummy, or simply walking in the crisp morning air.
All the worries, all the insecurities and all the pain were pushed to the side. After all, with nobody to look out for and nobody to get attached to at the moment, Jaune felt liberated compared to his experiences at home, always looking after his mum or sister and when he wasn't doing that, trying desperately to be all his father looked for in the heir of the great Arc name.
But here, Jaune would be doing things on his terms, all of the worries were miles away.
Jaune would enjoy focusing on Jaune.
Not that Jaune didn't like people, he was more than happy to meet new people, but there was nothing quite like peace and quiet in Jaune's humble opinion.
He knew it wouldn't last though; he'd heard years ago that students at Beacon were traditionally paired up and later put into teams, giving Jaune a responsibility and a duty.
'Never mind, good things never last,' Jaune recounted from previous experience.
And so Jaune was going to enjoy every moment of his solitude.
The ringing of the bell was enough to distract Jaune from his musings, signalling that the other students must be up and that breakfast was ready in the cantina.
Making his way slowly but deliberately towards his destination, Jaune couldn't help but notice the beauty of the landscape around him; the Emerald Forest almost looked inviting.
Almost.
Finally inside, Jaune was instantly hit by the wall of noise his future class and/or teammates were producing.
'Better tackle a bull by the horns,' Jaune mused to himself, before walking further towards the chatter.
Upon entering the cantina, Jaune could clearly make out the different friend circles that the hopefuls had shrunk into; Ruby and Yang sat making polite conversation with a green-clad black haired boy and a girl with a pixie-like face, and orange hair who couldn't seem to sit down, bouncing on the balls of her feet, despite how early it was.
Ruby recognised him instantly tugging on her sister's arm to get her attention and waving for him to come over.
Jaune obliged.
Before he could address anyone though, he was interrupted by the girl who was currently stood opposite him.
"Morning!" she chirped, almost sang. "I'm Nora and this here-" she gestured towards the boy next to her. "-Is my awesome, quiet best friend: Ren!"
Ren gave an apologetic look towards Jaune, who was currently in a dazed state at Nora's enthusiasm for well, just about everything.
"Uh…I'm Jaune…urrrrrr nice…to…meet you Nora," Jaune answered, offering his hand to Nora who took it and shook it rigorously, making Jaune feel dizzy all of sudden.
Ren shot Jaune a sympathetic look this time, as if he had anticipated this would happen and that it has happened to him before now.
"Jauneyyyyy, you were gone when I woke up," whined a well-rested Yang, causing him to redden slightly.
"Yeah, well not everybody can get their fair share of beauty sleep Yang," he countered aware of the look on Ruby's fac-
"YANG YOU SLEPT WITH JAUNE?!" Ruby yelled a little too loudly, causing sniggers to erupt from nearby tables.
"Look Ruby, we didn't do anything if that's what you're wondering-"
"Yeah, but you usually get pretty intimate with your pillow at night, so maybe you didn't even reali-"
"-Ruby I'm serious!" cut in Yang, whose eyes were slowly shifting through the darker pinks and beginning to show hints of red. "We just slept okay, besides I've never really been interested in that sort of thing…well until Jauney showed up," she finished sending a wink in Jaune's direction.
'Please don't let me be in the same room as her, whatever's up there..?' Jaune silently prayed.
"But Yaaaaang, why would you need friends when you have meeeeee?" Ruby asked Yang with puppy-dog eyes.
"Look Ruby, you drink plenty of milk and you'll be fine, I can take care of myself y'know," she reasoned, trying to put a little distance between herself and Ruby.
The sibling were so consumed in their argument they didn't realise that everybody had left the table to find more peace and quiet.
Nora hadn't minded the noise, but she had followed Ren as usual, who had gone to find something else to eat. Jaune on the other hand decided to have breakfast on the move and get all of his equipment ready for the initiation.
The locker room was sprawling maze to Jaune; it seemed as if the teachers had designed it to get students lost on purpose. Luckily Jaune had the presence of mind to attach small trackers to his weapons, to avoid losing them and looking like an idiot.
Walking along and looking at the screen of his portable tracker, Jaune failed to notice the two people talking fairly near his locker, clashing shoulders with one of them, starling both him and the person he'd bumped into.
Looking around he noticed the person he'd met yesterday glaring at him with high intensity, but expression softening when she realised who it was.
'Phew…I've seen what it's like to be on the wrong side of her,' Jaune thought worriedly.
"Oh! Hi Weiss, I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," Jaune decided that an apology would ease the situation a little.
"Look where you're going next time Arc," Weiss replied a little more harshly than she had intended, not completely registering who she was talking to.
"Umm…I apologised didn't I?" Jaune backtracked. "And what's your name?" he asked towards the red-headed girl standing next to Weiss.
Before Weiss could reply, she was cut off by the red-haired girl.
"Hey! I'm Pyrrha, though you might have heard of me already," she chirped, though Jaune was perplexed.
"Heard of you from somewhere...? I don't know, you do look kind of familiar…" Jaune searched through his memories for some recognition.
"Heard of you from somewhere?! You don't recognise the Mistral tournament winner and top Sanctum graduate?" Weiss cut in.
"Well done Pyrrha! But I'm sorry, I don't really watch TV very much…but I swear I have seen you somewhere," he continued.
"Oh for crying out loud, she's the face of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes!" Weiss finally lost patience with Jaune obliviousness.
"That's it!" Jaune cried, snapping his fingers. "That's where I've seen her, thanks Weiss!"
'Now I see what's so fun about teasing people,' he thought.
"Sadly they're not too good for you, but nonetheless, it's a pleasure to meet you Jaune," Pyrrha remarked.
"The pleasure's all mine," Jaune replied.
By this point Weiss was turning red, partially due to the fact she had realised that Jaune had been messing with her, which she oddly didn't mind too much and that she wasn't getting as much attention from either of the pair as she would have liked. The latter did not sit too well with the heiress.
"Well nice meeting you Pyrrha, but I've got to get ready for later, see you around!"
"Wa-what?" Weiss was so busy with her thoughts that she'd just realised that Jaune was making his way towards some other lockers.
'Ergh, if you want to get to know him, you're going to have to try harder than that, Weiss,' her subconscious criticized.
Roughly two hours later Jaune and some other Beacon hopefuls were being given a lecture by Professor Ozpin on the task that lay ahead, though Jaune wasn't really focused very much on his words, he already knew what lay in the reaches of the Emerald forest and what the task would entail.
Its deep green and browns contrasted with the sky, which had since clouded over, making the otherwise beautiful forest look somewhat brooding and foreboding.
"…each of your pairs will need obtain a relic and make your way to the designated area,"
"Wait, sir, did you say…pairs?" Jaune asked.
"Yes, is there a problem, Mr Arc?" Ozpin asked.
"No, I just thought we'd be put into teams after the selection,"
"Well, you might as well begin to get to know each other as well as possible if you're going to be in a team, am I right?"
"Yes sir,"
"Alright then, finally, your pairs will be decided when you make eye contact with a person for the first time," Ozpin finished.
Click. Click. Click.
WHOOSH!
The first launch pad sprang into action, sending a black-haired girl with amber eyes flying towards the forest, where he noticed she assumed a stance before falling below the tree line.
Other launches followed, but Jaune was busy preparing on his landing technique in mind.
'Well, I guess that would be the easy way…' he decided before his launch pad came to life, sending him rocketing through the air.
He relaxed, and the image of the moon appearing in his mind.
"Gotcha," he cried out loud, feeling the pull of gravity and lessening its tug on his body, slowing his fall and giving him more time to observe the sight around him.
Yang was firing shots behind her with her gauntlets to increase he airspeed, but she was undeniably falling.
'Time to lend a helping hand,'
He focused again, using his semblance to lessen the downwards pull on Yang for a few seconds, one shot bringing her back near to the altitude that Jaune was travelling at.
"Just hanging around?" Yang asked him, wearing black aviator shades.
"Yep, enjoying the view, and hey! I'm the reason you're up here," Jaune returned, strengthening the pull on Yang sending her towards the ground, forcing her to fire a shotgun shell towards the ground to break her fall.
"Meanie!" she yelled.
"I prefer naughty buuuuuuut niiiiiiiiiice!" Jaune yelled back, the velocity distorting his words.
Focusing back on the forest floor he began to slowly lower himself, manipulating force to slow him, and cause him to fall slowly.
Seeing the moment, he stuck his arms in front of him and caught a branch of a tree, swinging full circle around it and grabbing onto a lower one, before repeating the process several times, performing a perfect backflip and landing in a crouch.
'Nailed it,'
Before he could gain his bearings, Jaune heard growls coming from his left.
He was greeted by the sight of a rather disgruntled Weiss Schnee surrounded by a pack of Beowolves, headed by an Alpha.
He didn't hesitate, quickly assessing the situation, noticing more Beowolves on the Alpha's side, rather than that which Weiss was facing.
He rushed forwards, drawing Crocea Mors as Beowolves would be easier to engage in close quarters combat.
He swung the sword in a downwards arc, cleaving the nearest Beowolf's head from its body before twisting under a swipe of a claw and driving upwards with Crocea Mors, as the blade passed straight through the flesh of the Grimm.
Resuming his battle stance, Jaune engaged in another Beowolf, channelling his aura to his shield arm and smashing it into the skull of the said Beowolf earning a stratifying snap as its neck snapped another the force of the blow.
He used his semblance to lower the gravity around him, causing him to jump at least twenty feet into the air, to a point that he was directly above the Beowolf Alpha, before putting gravity to three times its normal pressure on him causing him to plummet to the ground, as he flipped forward over and over again, with Crocea Mor's blade becoming more of a buzz-saw blade than a long sword.
The grinding of steel against bone reverberated around the clearing, as the sword split straight through the middle of the Grimm, leaving Jaune crouched in the middle of a pool of Grimm blood.
Jaune did however notice that Weiss still had some adversaries to clear off and jumped back into the fight, slicing straight through the claws of a Beowolf that were about to dig into the side of Weiss' torso.
Other than that however, Jaune wasn't really needed, instead standing relatively still and fending off any blows that would've got to the heiress had he not been there.
A few minutes later and the two faced each other, ocean blue eyes meeting those more the colour of ice.
"Well, I guess we're partners then," Jaune commented.
"I guess we are," Weiss replied. "We better get moving, the early bird catches the work as they say,"
"Uh Weiss?" Jaune asked.
"Yes?"
"You're walking in the wrong direction," Jaune deadpanned.
"Oh, I knew that, I was just ummmm…getting my bearings," the slightly flustered heiress countered before making her way off in the other direction.
As they got back under the tree cover, the growth got ever thicker, entangling Weiss' feet and causing her to trip, due to her inexperience with the outdoors.
What she hadn't expected to find beneath her though was a certain Jaune Arc, who'd swung himself around on some loose ivy to come to her aid, which was much appreciated, considering that white wasn't exactly the easiest colour to wash stains out of.
This however, had led the two to becoming face to face, ending up with two identical blushes and muttered apologies.
Their journey continued being peaceful, a comfortable silence existing between the two although Weiss did develop somewhat a habit of tripping over the foliage, being caught each and every time by Jaune, which she wasn't going to complain about.
'Nononononono! I will NOT turn into a dribbling fan-girl, I am Weiss Schnee for crying out loud, I don't need such trivial things as that!' she attempted to think rationally and accord with her upbringing.
Unfortunately, her conscience had other ideas.
'But come on Weiss, he's gorgeous, and not a bad…okay a pretty great fighter aaaand he seems like a nice guy…not to mention the fact you've been fanaticising on and off about him for a while now,'
'Yeah, but I was young and I'm seventeen now!'
'Exactly, your grown up enough to do more than dream,' her conscience replied.
'Ergh. Fine,' Weiss gave in, seeing it pointless to argue with herself.
"Urm, Weiss, was that a bird I just heard?"
Weiss was interrupted from her internal struggle by the voice of Jaune, looking towards the sky for the source of the noise.
"I don't see any-"
"WEISS LOOK OUT!" Jaune shouted in panic, as the form of Nevermore, emerged from the sun's rays.
It was too little too late though, as she was swept up into the Grimms talons, narrowly avoid being pierced.
She looked down, to see Jaune's form getting smaller and smaller as they ascended into the sky, where a Nevermore would remain until it reached its nest to fee upon its catch, which in this case, would be Weiss if something didn't happen quickly.
Distracted by the panic, she failed to notice the pure white dust bolts piercing into the side of the Nevermore, which despite not making much of difference served to grab its attention as it began to descend back to the source of the firing, which happened to be the top of a rather tall tree.
On close inspection though, Weiss could make out a glowing Beacon of light, blinding her temporarily before she focused to see the rough shape of Jaune hovering a few feet above the ground before leaping and landing somewhere on the top of the Nevermore, causing the monstrosity to let out a deafening roar.
Jaune kept hitting at the weak point where the Nevermore's head connected with its body with Crocea Mors, leaving black Grimm blood streaming backwards of the avian Grimm.
Sensing he had done enough damage, Jaune swung down the side of the bird, weakening Gravity to ease his fall, until he was clinging on the outside of Weiss' talon prison, before swinging his sword and severing the Grimms claws completely sending the pair plummeting towards the ground, but not before slowing the fall with his semblance and sending the Grimm plummeting towards the ground by increasing pull of gravity on it.
The stain on his body and aura reserves through the extended use of his semblance especially such a powerful one was beginning to take its toll on Jaune, as he began to drift in and out of consciousness, noticing Weiss' eyes still closed in the initial panic of falling.
Jaune awoke to find himself in a clearing overlooking a castle tower and a larger than life chess board.
Turning to his left he noticed a concerned looking heiress, who was holding a rook, and another pair, consisting of the Ruby and the girl with black hair and amber eyes.
"You could have told me that you were going to do something like that you know!" Weiss blurted out, looking drained. "I had to use a restoration glyph on you after you lost so much energy…though I've got to say, taking down a Nevermore pretty much all by yourself is an accomplishment in itself…not to mention that you…probably saved my life," she finished looking remotely flustered at complimenting someone, which wasn't a normal thing for the heiress.
"WOOOOOHOOOOOO!"
"Did you guys just hear that..?" asked Jaune.
"Yup," replied Ruby, popping the 'p'.
They were given an answer when an Ursa stormed through the tree line with panic in its eyes.
Jaune almost felt sorry for the Grimm.
Nora was perched on top of the said Grimm, discharging another dust-grenade into its back, before it took one last breath before collapsing towards the floor.
"Aw, it's broken…" Nora looked genuinely upset that her new plaything had moved on, even though it was a Grimm.
Shortly behind her appearing a panting Ren, who looked like he had run through half of the forest…which was probably the case.
"Well…that happened," remarked Weiss, looking somewhere between cross at Nora's antics and purely confused at how bizarre the situation before her was.
Unfortunately for everyone, Nora had seen the chessboard and the shining pieces that lay upon it, the queen specifically.
"I'm the queen of the castle, I'm the queen of the castle!" she sang, seemingly unfazed by her recent dealing with an Ursa.
"Nora, please shut up," called a disgruntled Ren, who was still catching his breath, though looked to have enough energy to quieten Nora down.
However, yet another Grimm rushed through the trees, a Deathstalker to be precise, chasing after a scarlet-eyed Yang and Pyrrha, who was taking pot-shots at it over her shoulder.
To make matters worse, the Nevermore Jaune had dealt with earlier's partner had shown up; it was a well-known fact that they always worked in a pair.
All the Beacon hopefuls stood in shock as the two B/A class Grimm made their way closer.
Jaune came to his senses first, and decided to take control of the situation; he'd been told as a child that he possessed great talent as a strategist in battle and decided to apply that talent now.
"Right, Weiss, Pyrrha, and Yang: follow me. The rest of you need to find a way to deal with the Nevermore, I don't fancy taking down another," Jaune shouted, nervous to get his plans into action.
The others sprinted toward the direction of the Nevermore, whilst Jaune got and the girls faced the Deathstalker.
"Right, Yang, keep the thing distracted, be as loud as possible and see if you can do any damage up close and personal. Weiss, try and flank it, and look for a weakness: each Grimm has one. Finally, Pyrrha, I want you to find some tree cover and cover Yang whilst she's engaging the Grimm. It's unlikely you'll do much damage, but keep the claws away from her," Jaune explained, as each of the members ran around to stay out of the Deathstalker's clutches
"But what will you do? You're not just going to sit back because you've already killed a major Grimm," asked Weiss.
"Well I'll be around…I'm kinda cutting this short so we can get on with it," he concluded before running further towards the bridge, near where the others were engaging the Nevermore, lowering gravity and slamming into the wall of a spire and sprinting up it to get a better view of the Deathstalker.
Now Jaune could see all of the battlefield, assessing the points of the most strategic significance.
Decided, he jumped clean of the spire propelling himself forward as much as possible towards the Deathstalker, the weakened gravity easing his fall until he was more-or-less directly above the Grimm, strengthening gravity and plummeting towards its tailing and slicing straight through the ridges at the bottom of it, catching the beast by surprise.
"Guys, lead it towards the bridge. Pyrrha, switch weapons now," Jaune called, Yang beginning to go towards the bridge and Weiss putting layer of ice on the ground causing it to slide faster towards the bridge.
Once on the bridge they began aiming their hits at the raw flesh that Jaune had revealed when he had removed its tail and it was powerless to stop them, as it wasn't thin enough to spin on the bridge.
"Go for its claws!" Jaune commanded.
The four then weaving in and out of the Grimm's frenzied swipes, landing hits at the thin ligament that kept them attached to its bulky arms.
Jaune looked to his left to see that Weiss had frozen a claw and both she and Pyrrha were slicing at it with rapier and spear alike, whilst Yang had pinned down the weakened claw and was doing her best to smash away its tough exoskeleton while he was busy slashing at the ever weakening ligaments.
After a few minutes of hard work, they had full disarmed the Grimm, leaving it stranded, losing blood and helpless, although it seemed to be consumed with rage still, as nearly all Grimm were.
"Go for the bridge," he yelled, as the others, minus those who were still in combat with the Nevermore, began smashing the bridge and its columns where possible, before Jaune called them of, congratulating them all on their work.
Jaune then stood forwards, raising a hard and concentrating particularly hard on the force in the air, and strengthening on the bridge.
Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, as the prolonged stress of using his semblance and aura began to show, especially trying to crush such a large object.
Then, there was a snap, as the bridge columns and supports gave way under the pressure, taking the Deathstalker down with it and lucky catching the exhausted Nevermore on the way down, sending the two Grimm cascading down the canyon, under the huge weight of the stone of the bridge.
Slowly, the panting members of their group gathered in a clearing near the start where of the bridge used to be, each checking their injuries on how manageable they were for the journey back.
Everybody seemed near enough fine to get back to Beacon, but Yang had other had other ideas.
"Jauneyyyy, my ankle hurts…it think it could be sprained, so you're going to have to carry me back," she whined, batting her eyelids and attempting to mimic Ruby's award winning pout.
"Yeah right, you were boasting how you were completely fine a couple of minutes ago," Weiss interjected, well aware of what was going on.
"Well, the ground is pretty rough, so maybe I did it just now!" Yang replied, slowly making her way towards Jaune, exaggerating a limp to try and prove that she was really injured.
"Rough? I froze it completely smooth, otherwise that Deathstalker wouldn't have slid like it had," Weiss argued, beginning to feel an envious feeling inside, not that she was going to show it…but she wished that she had the guts to be as open as Yang.
Still, Weiss went against her instincts and began moving towards Jaune, trying to think of a legitimate reason to get a bit closer, though coming up with none, and staying a bit further away
Yang meanwhile was right up close to Jaune, leaning on his right arm, still wearing her best pouting face.
"Carry me…pleeeaaase?" she whined, looking Jaune dead in the eyes, lips quivering.
"Ergh, okay?" Jaune answered, unsure of why the girls were acting like this, before picking up Yang bridal-style, where she happily let out a sigh.
"You know, I could be hurt for AGES! You'd be happy to carry me, woul-" Yang continued her charm offensive, noticing the looks Weiss was giving her.
Surprisingly it was the black-haired girl who spoke up. "Look, give him a rest, he must have used a lot of energy today, so carrying you for time immemorial won't do him any favours,"
This statement was followed by nods of agreement, Weiss nodding furiously at the idea.
"Awwww, just this journey then?" Yang asked, still revelling in the proximity between Jaune and her.
"Look, its fine with me just get that ankle checked out the moment we get back okay?" Jaune said, keen to get a move on.
"Okay," Yang responded, pretending to look sorry, but it was easy to see through.
And with that they began the long trek back towards Beacon.
It is later we re-join our heroes, whilst they are in the hall, listening to a long lecture given by none other than Professor Ozpin on the bravery shown by the candidates during the initiation.
The hall had been decorated in celebration of the new students; spotlights glistened in the corners of the room, meaning nobody felt left out. Centre stage stood Professor Ozpin, who was illuminated, the light shining off his silver hair. Behind him stood the teachers, in a line all of whom would be teaching those who made it through.
"…and I would like to offer my commiserations to those who didn't pass the initiation, and I wish them a swift recovery. However on the bright side, I would be honoured to congratulate those who made it through; you all displayed qualities that would go far in the lives of Hunters and Huntresses,"
A round of applause followed briefly interrupting Ozpin's speech, causing him to pinch the bridge of his noise in minor irritation, and begin quietening the crowd of students down.
"As I was saying, those who have made it past the test have done an amazing job and surely you must congratulate them in your own time. Anyhow, I would like to announce the chosen teams for this year, these will be derived from your initial partner and another pair who worked well with during the initiation to maximise your efficiency,"
All eyes focused on two large screens, which currently displayed the faces of each of the people who had passed the test.
"Ruby Rose, Lie Ren, Blake Belladonna and Nora Valkyrie," their faces flashed upon the screens in a line. "You will be known as team LBVR standing for Liberty. You will be led by Ruby Rose,"
She four walked up to the stage, each shaking Professor Ozpin's hand before going to the back.
"Jaune Arc, Weiss Schnee, Yang Xiao Long and Pyrrha Nikos," again four faces appeared on the screens. "From this day, you will be known as team LWNA, or Luna. You will be led by Jaune Arc," Ozpin called out, as they made their way towards the stage.
They exchanged ecstatic looks, Yang and Weiss' gazes lingering on Jaune slightly longer than what would be considered normal.
'I said DON'T let me be in the same room as Yang!' Jaune mentally scolded an imaginary entity to no avail.
But nonetheless, he was happy with his team, but wasn't really surprised he had been nominated as leader. In the back of his mind, Ozpin's words still lingered causing Jaune to almost believe that perhaps that he wasn't the best choice for leader.
On the other side of Vale in an abandoned warehouse, a figure in a white trench coat and a black bowler hat stood, hunched over a table underneath a map.
He turned to notice a crate being wheeled towards him by a grunt wearing silver and black attire and a mask.
"Open it up then," the figure in white commanded, with irritation at being interrupted from his planning.
The grunt, caught off guard by the forcefulness of the tone, jumped a little before removing a crowbar from his utility pockets and proceeding to lever open the crate.
With a snap, the wooden lid buckled and sprung up satisfyingly.
Inside lay an assortment of various dust crystals, containing dozens of different essences.
Despite the vast amount of dust, the figure in white still looked displeased.
"We're going to be needing more dust…" he remarked, mindful of his big plans.
Okay, finally uploaded that! *Wipes forehead*
Anyway, I'm really sorry about my lack of updates, but I ended up being really busy over the last couple of weeks, so I ended up literally doing nothing in my free-time, generally procrastinating. Hopefully I will updating faster than I have been and the length and quality of my chapters will generally go up.
If I made any mistakes, I apologise, as seriously, even when I proof-read, I'm totally blind to them. Ummmm, also, I'd like to know what you though of the fight scenes. Do you guys like my interpretation of Jaune's semblance? Have I over-used it, or have I got the balance right? Furthermore, I'll spend more time going over the other guy's fights (I've got something special planned next chapter), but as you've probably guessed, this is centred around Jaune.
I'm rambling on now, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and drop a review if you have anything to say, it's generally what keeps my motivation levels up as an author and I'm sure loads of other people would agree. Special mention to A yellow snowball, as they've fed me with ideas for later chapters (all of which are awesome) so I'd like to make sure they get recognition!
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