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"Men of lofty genius when they are doing the least work are most active."

-Leonardo da Vinci

Note: Sup. Here Thursday afternoon, writing this. You know how it goes by now yeah?

First things first, I still don't know whether to replace Pyrrha with Weiss or not… Weiss did win the vote with one more point than Pyrrha, and I'm still not sure what to do. My main problem is, I'm worried that I might do something stupid and make her too perfect or have too much lovey dovey shit that people do all the time with her and Jaune.

Since, while lovey dovey fluff is nice, too much of it makes me want to puke.

Anyways, enough ranting about that… I'm still unsure what to do… I like Pyrrha, but I hate her for making me go through this dilemma. It just seems like she was built without flaws, nothing for her to have wrong with her! Listen, if you people were to let me make her have a backstory which was slightly… Different then I think I could make it work…

Onto the chapter then!~


~o0o~ Jaune Arc: Augmented ~o0o~

Chapter V


Whistling to himself Jaune pranced down the hallway coming from the locker rooms. Well, 'prancing' was a bit too strong for what he was doing… More of a dance in tune. Whistling to the song placing through his earpiece/helmet hybrid armor piece, Jaune made his way steadily and on time towards the Grimm Anatomy class decked out in his full combat gear.

It was probably a bit unnecessary since there was likely to only be one grimm inside of the cage, but it never hurts to be prepared even during times when it seems impossible to get harmed. The amount of time he's spilled tea on himself when his arms freaked out was innumerable…

So, with his trusty katana upon his hip and equally trusty crossbow slung onto his back, he made his way down the halls with a tiny bit of pep in his step. Was he originally annoyed at having to fight in front of the class for a class which doesn't inherently involve fighting? Well sure he was! It doesn't make sense to fight in a class about damn anatomy to prove how we have what it takes to be hunters.

Seriously, in a class about anatomy, how had they been turned onto the topic anyways!

Speaking of strange occurrences, it doesn't make sense… How had he hid that cage there the entire class and had nobody notice it? Some sort of illusion or advanced hiding technique? Maybe he was already psychologically controlling us without our knowing?

Jeez…. Professor Port just became number twelve on his list of the most scary people alive.

Shivering at the thought that Professor Port could be some kind of genius who was already digging around in each one of their minds, he opened the back door into the Grimm Anatomy room stepping through quietly.

Fully prepared in his black thermal layer with the gray armor pieces attached via magnet, he looked towards Professor Port before walking forwards and standing in the middle of the class looking towards the other students.

"Ah Mr Arc! A pleasure you could rejoin us! Now, I will unleash the beast in a few moments!" Taking his strange blunderbuss, he walked over to the side of the cage which has made its way towards the side of the class. Resting the axe bit of the blunderbuss axe against the side of the cage door, he laughed booming with mirth. "Any last words?"

Jaune shook his head no before lowering slightly, right hand on the handle of his blade while his left was along the curved part of the scabbard. Moments later, Peter Port dropped his arm, and the cage door went flying open with an annoyed squeal as crimson red eyes instantly fixed themselves on Jaune.

(Play Song: Velocitron by: Two Steps From Hell)

Turning the music in his earpiece into something slightly more epic, Jaune readied his stance looking towards his teammates in Team Aubergine. Blake gave him an encouraging 'Fight well!' while waving a little flag which someone had apparently made while he was gone. Yang gave him a thumbs up and a grin while waving a much larger version of the flag, and Ruby shouted out some advice he tuned out in order to focus better.

Charging at him, the boar like grimm he immediately identified as a Boarbatusk wrenched its head back and forth through the air tearing through it. Whipping out Fate's Whip, his left hand drew up his shield 'Phoenix Hominis' before he charged into the path of the Boarbatusk shield first.

Twisting as he lunged, he let one tusk scrape across the metal of his shield knocking him backwards before he kicked it in the face getting a sore foot for his trouble. Landing in front of it, it shifted into a roll and began rolling at him in an almost comical fashion before stopped moving.

Putting away his shield and putting out his left hand instead, he waited until the last possible moment before diving into a roll to the side and slashing across the side of the beast letting it roll past him.

Rolling back to his feet he prepared again, same stance. This time rushing at him slightly slower, he dove to the side. Though this time it was prepared, letting itself un-tuck from its roll and push off to the left crushing his side and he felt his aura take the blow as a tusk scraped off some armor under his ribs winding him.

Letting go of his blade so he wouldn't cut himself at this short of a combat range, he used his semblance and made his shield pop back into a scabbard before he began smacking the Boarbatusk in the face and eyes.

It recoiled stumbling back and he ran to the other side of the arena before sliding along the ground on his knees, picking up his sword as he did so. Turning back towards the apparently smarter than normal grimm, he reached to his belt taking off a new magazine for his sword.

Letting his finger brush over the button to let out the one currently in, he caught the still full fire one and put in the new one making them trade places while the still disoriented Boarbatusk shook its head.

Now prepared, both he and it stared each other down and his left hand reached upwards tapping the button on the side of his earpiece which morphed it into the helmet form. Him looking out of his glowing red eyes and it looking through its crimson ones.

Lunging forwards and letting the tip of his katana sink into the ground he went perfectly straight as it rolled at him. Jumping over it and twisting in the air while reaching with his left hand to grab his crossbow, he watched as the Boarbatusk continued rolling to his doom.

Landing, he turned around to witness all of his pre-planning and guessing come to fruition!

From where his blade had scraped the ground, there was a deep blue line which was quickly bubbling and turning into a much lighter shade. There was a rumbling as the ice expanded shooting up starting from where he first touched down his blade.

Shooting upwards, the jagged spires of ice broke off crackling to life as they travelled down the line and the Boarbatusk just kept rolling. The tunnel vision or rather, complete lack of vision, from rolling at such a high speed stopped it from seeing it coming as the various spikes shot upwards skewering it where it rolled like a pig on stilts.

Now resting on some four foot jagged ice stalagmites the dead Boarbatusk sat there slowly dissolving while the unnatural ice melted into a puddle on the floor. Collecting his scabbard, he put away his sword before looking back towards Professor Port.

"Was that satisfactory?"

"That was more than satisfactory Mr Arc!" Gesturing with his hands widely towards the student audience who were a little impressed, Port continued booming out with his boisterous voice. "Now go get changed my boy! Class is almost over so everyone else can take a small break!"

Sighing and replacing the magazine in Fate's Whip back to the fire one again, he just made his way back out of the door to go and get changed. While they did have combat class later, they wouldn't be having it right after this. Right after this was history with one Doctor Oobleck, and then was Combat Class with …

Turning off his music, he made his way down the hallway until he finally arrived at the armory and found his locker. Opening it up using the provided sequence, he put in his armor plates stacking up from the bottom before resting Fate's Whip against the wall of the locker and hanging the crossbow from a hook in its condensed form.

Taking off his shirt to start out with he got changed back into his uniform except for his tie before he closed the locker and grabbed his satchel in one hand while carrying his untied tie in the other.

Time to see how quickly he could tie a tie while in a hurry and running…


~o0o~ Jaune Arc: Augmented ~o0o~


"That was so cool! You were all like 'pow ching swoosh!" and then you were all cool about it like 'Was that satisfactory'! Teach me!" Ruby latched onto his arm harder before shaking him violently with a pair of what was by far the most adorable silver pair of puppy dog eyes every. Seriously. It should be illegal to use those things. "Teach me to be awesome!"

Smiling Jaune quickly straightened his tie before gently grabbing her fingers and prying them off his arm. He couldn't help but notice quite how small and nice her fingers were as he did so. "Why do I have to teach you if you have Yang?"

"Yeah sis! Why do you need him to teach you when I'm already awesomer than he is?" Yang said grabbing her sister and turning her towards herself by using the dress code violation which is the red hood. "Are you trying to say you don't like me?"

"Pfft! While you're awesome, you're not that awesome! I've never even heard of a dust that does that!" She said before sticking her tongue out at her sister and latching onto his arm again gaining a sigh and a smile for her efforts.

Placing a hand on her chest and stumbling backwards Yang faked hurt as she looked at her sister. "Oh, how you trample on my feelings! And here I thought we were inseparable! Oh, the heartbreak!"

Blake shook her head smiling a little bit while Jaune, finally free from Ruby's pleading eyes and grasp laughed. "Oh come on Yang, no need to be un-boar-able about it!"

There was a gasp before Yang looked at him and Blake sighed while the rest of the group groaned. "Nice one! Though, we better get rolling if we're going to make it to History on time!"

That got a full blown laugh from Jaune while everyone else groaned and he just gave Yang a high five. Ah, being a punster was great. As he's learned, her puns were indeed precious to her and he got quite a few brownie points from making them himself while in her presence. Though, with the way Blake quietly looks at him after he makes one, he should probably be making better puns…

Quickly walking through the halls with his notebook and textbook tucked under his arms, with both his own Team Aubergine and Team Lavender towards the next class they had that day.

They arrived a moment after the first bell and more people came in after him, though some people were already there. Taking a seat next to Blake, he plopped down his textbook, took out a mechanical pencil, and set about doing a standard template for note taking.

To be more specific: Name, date, class, category. Not that anyone cared of course…

Moments later, once everyone was seated and prepared everyone realized that they were definitely not prepared enough for this. Whirling into the room came a green, brown, and white blur which zoomed in from the back of the classroom until it came to a rest in front of the teacher's desk thermos in hand.

Dressed in a disheveled and wrinkled (Making Jaune wrinkle his nose in disgust… Point, Jaune!) white dress shirt with an upturned collar the professor was an odd fellow. The bright green wavy and or crazy hair was almost (?) combed back in a way which made sense. Tucked above the ears was a pair of glasses with plain round rim.

Fit in underneath the upturned collar of his white dress shirt was a ugly and askew yellow tie which was probably quite nice under the right circumstances… Though, in the classroom with students it probably wasn't the best choice.

Overtop of half of the white dress shirt was a pair of olive green dress pants which went down to his ankles which were covered in a matching pair of deep green leather loafers. It was by far the oddest get-up he's ever seen.

"Hello! My name is Bartholomew Oobleck but you will call me Doctor Oobleck for the duration of your stay here at Beacon!" Already Jaune's head was spinning. Was this man talking or competing in a fast talking competition? "Today we will be going over what this course will be going over, getting to know each other, and of course going over what you already know from previous schooling!"

There was a 'whoosh' and Jaune felt his hair flutter as he struggled to keep his papers against the desk. Now in front of every student was a package of paper which looked to be about a hundred pages long or so and he raised an eyebrow. Was this the outline of what we will do or what they have done?

"Here is an outline of what we'll be doing for the rest of the semester! I suggest you study all of these things before, and not during class!" There was another 'whoosh' as the word machine gun made made man zipped around the class again depositing a two hundred page packet onto the desk. "Here are the various notes we will be filling out as well as the most important tidbits from the textbook!"

Huh, he just gave us a whole bunch of the notes? That's good. Thou-

"However! Most things which will be on the test will not be included in the packet and rather be in the reading list I'm depositing to you right now!" Now expecting the woosh he put a hand covering the fluttery papers and covered Blake's as well getting a little pat on the arm for the effort. "I expect you to have the first item on it completed for next class"

And thus, the history class began.

The next hour and ten minutes were, to be completely frank, the longest and yet the fastest hour and ten minutes of his life. Doctor Oobleck had immediately gone about setting up the various rules for the class: don't swear, don't ask for instructions after he just said them, pay attention, no racism, no being rude just in general. It was a very interesting policy though it was probably the correct one.

Once he was done that, he gestured to the whiteboard behind him and took them on a very quick geography lesson outlining the current borders, and past borders. Once establishing the past borders, they went over a large portion of the times of the great empires in the badlands which were now destroyed having been crushed by grimm before the finding of dust.

Showing the class the various spots where dust was first found and then examined and tested, he went over the various architectural and natural wonders of the world going about their creation and upkeep by the various governments of the world.

This right here? These couple paragraphs detailing what he just said? Those were the first fourteen minutes.

They went over such a large variety of things it was impossible for him to make actual physical notes! He's resorted to recording the session both with his actual scroll and with his memory taking it all in for later studying.

Though, he was doing the best out his friends…

Nora who was the second furthest away from him, had taken to doodling in her notebook and highlighting random words in the packet to make things like hearts or words in pink, whereas Ren was both trying to stop Nora and take his own notes at the same time… Which as one would expect, was impossible on both ends…

Yang who was sitting to his left had completely given up and was now once again sleeping against his left arm drooling slightly. Though, he didn't mind all that much as he couldn't feel it at all. Whatever was happening to Ruby probably shouldn't be happening… For example, her head was slightly swaying while her eyes swirled and her hand flew across her notes detailing… Something?

Blake who was sitting to his right was doing considerably better than most people. Still managing to take one word notes of highly important bits, it seems as though she's resorted to picking out the most important word he says and writing that down.

To the left of Ruby, Pyrrha was also taking notes. Which was a pleasant surprise. While he knew that she was indeed a combat champion, to think that she was also an smart gal was indeed interesting. While most people seemed to focus on one over the other (looks at Yang) it does seem like she's done both…

Weiss was taking notes, though she had- Oh wow, she must be a bigger genius than he was! Well, at least in theory. Her idea was apparently to quickly use the Beacon free wifi on her scroll and download a voice to written notes app, which was a good idea! Though, it seems as though Oobleck was talking far too fast for it to pick up anything of actual use.

So, unlike most of his friends, he let his mind go on complete autopilot when it came to making note of things down while with the other side of his brain he let his mind wander to the upcoming training session he would be waking up his team for tomorrow.

He had a feeling as though Yang would be severely against the idea of waking up early.

He was broken out of his mind palace moments after when the bell rang and Dr Oobleck once more appeared at the front of the classroom. Taking a deep sip from his thermos, he straightened his glasses.

"I'll be expecting a full report on this class' subject matter by next class! Class dismissed!"

There were several resulting groans which he promptly ignored. Apparently most of the class was indeed against the idea of having a full report on everything they've done that class. Though, it does make sense considering the sheer amount of content they covered in the once class.

Gently shaking his arm until Yang fell off with a startled yelp, he packed up his books and packed the very large amount of paper into his satchel. Giving a small yawn which he covered with his hand, he began making his way to the locker rooms so as to prepare for combat classes.


~o0o~ Jaune Arc: Augmented ~o0o~


"Yo Jaune!" Turning his head in the direction of the voice,he saw Yang waving him over from the stands. Nobody else from the team was there yet but people from other grades and other teams were there by now.

Walking over he sat down to her left leaving some space for Blake and Ruby. "Yo? Is that something people say anymore?"

"Shut up!" She said punching him in the arm making him fake wince in pain while she just shook her hand. Haha, she hurt her hand on his metal arm! "What was I supposed to say 'oi!'?"

Jaune nodded smiling. "Yes. Oi! Is a good way of getting attention not only from the person you're calling over but just people in general. It's an ear catching phrase that everyone says but nobody admits to saying."

"Wow, you're such a nerd." She said shaking her head while watching the rest of their team walk in. Apparently they'd been the first ones there. "I mean seriously, nobody would give a real answer if I asked them that question."

"Ha. I prefer intellectual thank you very much." He said before waving over Ruby and Blake. "Also, I'm not nobody so don't talk about him." Jaune said smiling at his play on words.

Blake sat down to his left. "So, what do you think we'll be doing this class? More course outlines or?"

"Pfft! That would be way too boring! What we need is a good battle to get our blood pumping after that snoozefest with Dr. Oobleck!" Piped in Yang fisting the air for emphasis. "How about it Jaune? You me, fighting here, now?"

He laughed. "Oh yeah? There'd be two hits Yang, me hitting you, you hitting the floor." He said before taking out his ice magazine for Fate's Whip. "Need some ice for that burn?"

"Ooooooooooo! What a burn!" Ruby said squeaking in her comment. Jaune gave a laugh and leaned back a bit into the stands.

"I doubt you could take me rich boy!" Yang said before popping some fresh shells into her gauntlets for emphasis. "Me and Ember Celica could ruin you faster than you could say molasses!"

"Molasses." He smiled. "That's a great word… But no, let's not fight today. You know, unity, world peace and all that jazz."

Jaune promptly quieted up once Ms Goodwitch walked into the class, her high heels clacking against the concrete floor of the arena as she walked into the middle from some sort of hidden door.

The blond woman stood at about six foot five her black heels raising her a few inches extra off the floor of the arena. She was wearing a white pleated top with a wide keyhole neckline, a black pencil skirt and brown stockings along with a purple cape for some reason.

Carrying a riding crop and wearing some thin glasses she was the classic dominatrix teacher type from any generic po- (Cough) adult film. Not that Jaune would know what a generic dominatrix teacher from a adult film would look like…

Any sketchy history from his scroll was not his and he's got the paperwork to prove it!

"Hello and welcome to combat class. My name is Glynda Goodwitch but you will refer to me as Miss Goodwitch or as Professor Goodwitch." Flicking her riding crop behind her around the ovular arena, she gestured at it all before walking over to the stair-like stands the students were seated on.

A force field appeared around the large concrete arena. The concrete floor shone dully and looked as though it was freshly polished and it matched the same dull meter high walls which were all around the oval.

"In this class, you will be sparring against your peers in both random and selected fights to test yourself against a variety of opponents." A large television screen folded down from the ceiling hanging above the middle of the large grey arena totally visible to everyone there. "Together we will hopefully weed out any weaknesses you may have."

"Today, we will be doing random fights. However, each fight will be kept to your year." Gesturing to the large screen above the arena, several words came up before quickly scrolling through. "First, the program will determine what kind of fight it will be. Sometimes it may be a full team battle, other times in duos of choice, and other times they may be solo fights."

Pausing once it scrolled to duo fights, she continued. "I will sometimes be arranging fights according to skill level as a test of sorts, however these will not be often as most of the time in real combat, you are nearly never fighting someone of your caliber."

Four boxes appeared on the screen before they quickly began scrolling by in a vertical manner. Zooming through the roster of people, the first box came to an end with Jaune's face and name inside. The second box after his remained blank, while the one after that became filled with Pyrrha's face. The one after her box, like his, remained blank.

Standing up with a sigh, he knew already what she was about to say.

"The first round will be duos. Mr Arc will choose one of his first year peers, and Ms Nikos will do the same to fight alongside them in battle." She said before walking up the stands to where she stood near the edge. "You have five minutes to make final preparations, choose a partner, and strategize if you believe it will help you. Starting…. Now."

Jaune saw Weiss already standing up beside Pyrrha and took that into note before he turned to his own team. "Okay, I already know Yang and Ruby's semblances, Blake what's yours? Actually, don't say it, text it to me."

Popping open his helmet and linking it to his scroll instantly, he opened up the message feed and put it into the top left of his screen. 'Shadow evasion/dodge? Huh, that's kind of vague-ish'

"Okay, Blake! You'll be my partner for this fight. Now assuming they don't know your semblance it should all work out." He said before reaching out and hand and helping her to her feet. "Here's what we'll do."


~o0o~ Jaune Arc: Augmented ~o0o~


Standing now in the middle of the concrete arena with Blake, he made sure everything was in order before looking over at her. "You ready?"

"As I can be. Though, your plan doesn't exactly fill me with confidence." She said before loading in a fresh magazine and putting the old one into one of her hidden lady pockets. "If something goes wrong it won't be pretty for me."

"Isn't it that way for everyone when everything goes wrong though?" He said cracking a grin.

"Fair point." She said face turning stoic again. Gone was the plain quiet cat faunus who was his partner, replaced by the stoic fighting machine who just also happened to be his partner. "Though, you do owe me one for doing this for you."

Giving a quiet hum in consideration of her statement he snapped his metal fingers. "Tell me Blake, you ever try Mahi-mahi? It's better known as the dolphin fish…"

"No, I have not had the pleasure of having it before…" She said giving him a smile. "Any particular reason you're bringing that up now?"

"Well how about this. As repayment for doing this, I'll take you out to a really, really stupidly expensive place for dinner and we can have some." He says before patting her shoulder. "That sound fine?"

"That's more than acceptable. We can go in two days." Blake said with a barely concealed smile which she tried to squash down. Though, she knew she won.

"Well I'm kind of busy that da-" He began to say scratching his head sheepishly.

"WE'RE GOING IN TWO DAYS!" She said grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him while she screamed that in his face.

"Holy crap okay I'm sorry!"

Pyrrha and Weiss were just across from him. He could see that through the stands there was apparently some sort of betting going on, and it seems as though most were betting against him. Huh, that's not very nice.

Though, he did noticed Cardin put in five lien for him and shoot him a thumbs up.

"The round will go on until both people on one team are unable to battle anymore. This will happen either by having them exit the limitations of the ring, having their aura drop below fifteen percent, and if the surrender." Glynda Goodwitch spoke up standing at the side of the arena. Taking out his katana and folding open his shield he looked at Blake getting back a nod in return.

"The match will commence in three seconds." Straightening out her glasses until the buzzer went off, she then let it happen.

Charging forwards to the left, he intercepted Weiss on her own lunge batting asider her rapier as he attempted a shoulder bash with his right shoulder. Quickly kicking him in the left knee cap making that knee crumple a bit he headbut forwards catching her in the throat and pushing her back before he swung his blade in a wide horizontal arc.

Deflecting his blade upwards Weiss backpedalled leaving an ice glyph on the ground in her wake in front of him which he jumped over slicing the top of an icicle before it impaled his testlicles.

Spinning forwards he moved his bladed into a reverse grip before he caught her rapier on the side of his shield and deflected it sideways charging his shoulder into her chest. Stumbling backwards, Weiss watched as he backpedalled towards Pyrrha where she was just being held off by Blake.

Not allowing it, there was a spinning noise before a satisfying click as dust was chosen in her rapier. Creating a glyph in front of herself, she amplified the fire dust in his direction.

Bunkering down onto one knee, he raised his shield pressing his upper body against the largest amount of shield he could get behind. Fire gone, he folded back up his shield putting away his katana before whipping out his crossbow.

Loading in the ice bolts he shot various places near her feet while she danced out of the way avoiding the ice puddles and small spikes which appeared in their wake. Putting away the crossbow, he dove into the fray against Pyrrha leaving Blake to give him a nod of thanks as she leapt away herself really making use of her cat-like grace and agility.

Taking out the katana and leaving the shield undone, he looked at the swishing crimson hair of the champion as he stabbed forwards towards her torso. Jumping backwards she caught it on her shield and swung herself knocking his blade left before he blocked a slash of hers.

Together they fought both red and orange blades turning into naught but blurs across reality as they clashed together letting sparks fly. Suddenly a bullet came and barely missed Pyrrha's shoulder as she managed to dodge at the last second from Blake's potshot.

Weiss, feeling rather ignored saw Blake with her back turned and dove into the fray herself announcing her presence with a huge plume of flame which made Jaune put his helmet up. Ignoring the heat he and Pyrrha continued fighting to the center of the arena.

Spinning he caught her blade before it hit his back and tried backhanding her with his left arm before she caught it with her shield. Dropping she swept his legs out from under him and he rolled backwards avoiding the sudden spear-strike where he would've landed.

Coming back to his feet he turned on his semblance allowing his sword to steadily begin releasing some of the fire dust inside the chamber. As his blade lit up, he backpedalled slightly from Pyrrha and Blake joined him a moment later as they had a brief four second respite.

Tossing her one of his unused magazines, she tucked it into one of her pockets before they were at it again.

Letting the katana pieces fall apart he whirled it around his head like a whip before lashing out in Pyrrha's direction getting her to block with her shield and give a groan of exertion while she pushed off the heavy metal.

Retracting it, he swung it behind him before going down diagonally on her from her sword side to which she turned to. Smiling he watched as two bullets shot out from Blake's direction and into Pyrrha's back before she turned and he totally reeled in the whip now charging towards Weiss who was skating on the concrete as though it were ice.

'Huh, she must be using her time dilation glyphs as well as her ice dust to create a miniscule pathway. Drawing moisture from air most likely as well as the ice puddles I placed earlier.'

Blake deflected Pyrrha's blade quickly before dancing backwards catching Weiss' rapier on the pommel of her ballistic chain scythe. Jaune charged in a second later causing Weiss to retract her rapier and shoot lightning at him using her glyphs to magnify the initial effects of her dust.

Catching him in the arm and zapping past his head the lightning short circuited his right arm. That wasn't good.

Dropping the sword he continued charging in with his shield on his left arm as he caught her rapier letting it scrape across the metal surface making sparks fly while his arm rebooted. Now everyone was extremely close, the combat taking place in the same five feet or so.

Jumping backwards to try and reclaim his sword now that his arm was functioning again, he watched as Weiss huffed a small sheen of sweat across her forehead. He wiped his own off while watching Blake combat Pyrrha.

Blocking the downwards slash and dodging the kick she back flipped over the thrown shield before leaning backwards in an totally crazy back bend to avoid it on the return. Keeping herself propped up on one arm and holding off the blade with the other she managed to struggle to her feet and let the blade portion fold.

Releasing a salvo of bullets towards Pyrrha who deftly dodged around them and blocked with her shield, Blake never say it coming. Prepared behind her, Pyrrha was winding up her spear before lunging with it, one leg forwards.

Jaune came flying in sword having been put away, with nothing but his fist which was coated in some flames leaving a small trail behind him. Blake was now literally caught between her partner and a spear.

Crashing towards her every spectator was on the edge of their seat. Were they about to see a team kill?

Crashing his fist into Blake's face, he carried on as the shadow clone evaporated into nothing more than a memory. Pyrrha's eyes widened before her face stung having received a flaming fist right to the nose knocking her backwards.

Weiss seeing opportunity on the freshly landed Blake lunged forwards rapier first and stuck it into Blake. Falling downwards from the jump she used to avoid the strike, the shadow clone became not so shadow like as it crackled to life with electricity.

Running up the blade the current kept Weiss pinned to the spot as her legs turned to jelly and her aura drained to thirteen percent. Looking at his own he noted how he was at fifty percent from both now and from the Boarbatusk earlier while Blake sat at a twenty eight percent from her own skirmishes and Pyrrha was solidly at thirty seven.

Taking back out his blade he let Blake take a breather while she reloaded and he charged at Pyrrha who was now angry as she batted aside his blade each time, both of them countering each other to a near standstill.

Catching his blade on her shield he let go of it before punching her shield with his left arm crushing her so that she slid backwards slightly into the concrete. Following up with a right hook which she caught with the flat of her blade he dropped sweeping her legs from under her.

Landing on her shield she rolled before backpedalling and switching her blade to hunting rifle mode and releasing a few shots to the unsuspecting Blake.

She dodged them but one grazer her leg and another cut across her arm putting her to the red.

Reclaiming his sword he walked towards the center of the arena feeling bloody and bruised even while his aura went overtime to heal him from the electrical damage from earlier. Pointing his sword at the slightly less tired but no less bloody and bruised Pyrrha he managed one word.

"Surrender."

Charging forwards she rapidly changed her sword from sword to spear back to sword in a mecha shifting combo which he barely managed to save himself from as small nicks appeared along his cheeks, in between his armor. Feeling tingling sensations where she cut him from the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins he looked upwards very briefly towards the aura meters.

Pyrrha Nikos 29%

Jaune Arc 25%

Blake Belladonna 14%
Weiss Schnee 12%

Clashing against her as she spun her spear into a hunting rifle and began firing shots at the end every time she was near his body bent like living water around her shots cutting her in the upper arm before he did something she was not expecting.

Letting go of his weapons he kicked her in the shin causing her to bend over slightly out of reflex and he pounced on her crushing her shield arm against her own chest and pressing her sword arm against the concrete ground.

Still struggling he felt force which she shouldn't have been able to muster coming from her shield and sword arm.

Using his semblance to force her weapon to mecha shift into a form where it was in between spear and rifle, he made it totally obsolete before he grabbed her throat with his hand heating it up.

"Surrender please. I really wouldn't like to hurt you any more."

He saw her eyes change from fiery determination to win to respect and a little bit of something else he couldn't quite place. Letting his hand unheat itself he unstraddled her the second she mumbled 'I surrender' and fell to the ground giving great heaving breaths as his aura seeped into his wounds barely covered by his torn thermal layers.

"Good fight Pyrrha."

"You did rather well yourself… Jaune."

The next moments were some of the most hectic in the class for the rest of that year. Though, on the bright side everyone learned not to screw around in 's class. Many a men were whipped with that riding crop, though only a few openly admitted to liking it.


~o0o~ Jaune Arc: Augmented ~o0o~


Note: Aaaaand done! Great! Good! Wonderful! We're done here for today! Now, please, let me know how it went okay? I like to think I'm pretty good at gritty fight scenes, so please let me know how it was. (Me telling you to leave a review.)

Just today (today being the time of me writing this author's note which is Thursday morning) I've started playing 'Final Fantasy XV: A New Empire' which is a mobile game kind of like 'Game Of War' or something. If any of you would like to message on that or maybe join up to make a guild of some kind for us fellow FanFiction readers, give me a shout, my name is 'DragonManMax'.

Also, just yesterday I started reading a Jaune x Weiss story known as 'Fealty'! Which is actually really, really good in my opinion especially if you imagine everyone talking with a european accent of some kind. I love 'Game Of Thrones' typing things, and just plain 'medieval' things, and if you like that stuff too, go read it now!

Anyways, enough of all that. Please, have a wonderful day, read some awesome Knightshade stuff, and leave a review about your opinions on the whole Pyrrha dilemma as well as your thoughts about the chapter!

Review Responses:

Frank Horrigan: Yeah! Ever since this conversation I've been thinking of how I'd kill him myself.

NinjaFang1331: Thanks!

1st Dragon King: Sorry! I know how un-boar-able it can be when you can't make a pun.

BarkingFox: Everyone happens to be amused by that one third extra review comment I made!

Dawn of Kitsune: Yeah… It's really strange isn't it? I still don't know what to do.

Doriria The Story Teller: Yeah, it's reviews like this I look for when I look at results. I would really like to do both Pyrrha and Weiss, but I feel both would have their own challenges writing. Weiss would make writing Volume 4 sooo much easier though.

desdelor97: Thanks! Yeah, Arkos seems like a sunken ship from the start.

UchihaMadara270: Thanks!
Shashenka: I love my reviewers, but for some reason all of you bastards just love making terrible puns. I mean seriously, I just got my phone fixed, I can't break it already!
AgentDraakis: Exactly like that my friend!
littlejason8: He does indeed, I just haven't had a good situation for him to use them yet.

Flametusk: Nice! British Colombia is my province of residence. Also, I'm thinking it will end up being Weiss.

Guest: I wish I could add them!

lordrednight: No! Stop the puns! Bad boy! (smack) FUCK NO MORE PUNS! (Your opinion on the Weiss and Pyrrha issue is valid.)

Dragongod0117: FUCK! WHY DO YOU ALL DO SO MANY DAMN PUNS!?

I've got to go cool down now… Reading all your puns again is raising my blood pressure too hi-

-Here Lies 'DragonManMax' Who Died From Too Many Bad Puns