Hey guys. This chapter might be a little shorter than usual, and for that you have my apologies. I've started it the way I wanted, and I've ended it the way I wanted, so there's that...
Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy it!
So, I'll see him before every combat class – combat class is on every other day... aside from that, there's lunch, there's history where we'll definitely sit together, dinner… any free time I have to myself...
…that isn't very much, is it?
"Nora, are you okay?"
The girl blinked in response to Ren's random question. Quickly, Nora reached into her locker, retrieving Magnhild. "What do you mean?"
"You looked rather pale for a moment, and just stood there staring at your locker."
"Did I?" Nora quizzed, deflecting the accusation while hefting her great hammer. Hitting the release, Magnhild's joints loosened, beginning to fold in on itself as the mechanisms whirred. Nora shrugged, 'holstering' Magnhild in its launcher form at her back. "I didn't notice."
Ren hummed, his own weapons sliding into his sleeves as Nora slammed her locker shut. "You wouldn't have..." He sighed. "I wonder if we'll end up fighting today."
Nora's jaw dropped, turning towards Ren upon reaching one simple conclusion. "Ren!" She whispered panicky, leaning closer while grabbing the boy by his shoulders. "What if they make us fight each other?"
Nora didn't miss the way Ren's eyes widened slightly, though her friend's expression quickly returned to normalcy. He shrugged, prompting Nora to release him from her grip. "Then... I guess we fight?"
Ren didn't want to fight her either, Nora knew that. She knew the reasons why too... or at least, she had a good idea.
Ever since Nora had wanted to be a huntress, her and Ren had always sparred together – whether it was with simple sticks carved into the rough shapes of swords, or with the weapons they possessed now. They'd always pointed out each other's flaws when they noticed them, striving to improve, so that one day they'd be able to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.
But, they'd only ever actually fought once: at Siren's graduation.
While that fight was certainly fun for both Nora and Ren, neither of them necessarily wanted a rematch... at least, not so soon. They'd barely had any time to improve and they both knew each other's weaknesses too well. In fact, Nora was sure that if she hadn't taken the initiative the moment their grad-match began, certainly they would have spent the first minute or so just waiting for the other to make the first move.
"We could just go through the motions; you know?" Nora recommended, more for Ren's sake than her own. "Like if were just sparring normally?"
"I don't think that would work," Ren shot down politely, "a trained huntress like Goodwitch would be able to tell right away. The best idea would be to go all out, like graduation."
Meeting Ren's eyes, Nora frowned. Her childhood friend smiled lightly, forcing the girl to sprout a grin of her own. "You sure you're okay with losing again?" She asked giddily. "Can't afford to go easy on you – my team's reputation is on the line."
Ren clicked his tongue, but he continued smiling. "Who said anything about losing?"
Nora laughed lightly. "I did."
A chuckle from Ren ended their conversation, the two walking along the rows of occupied lockers. While the boy's vivid eyes seemed to wander – inspecting the people they passed by – Nora watched his face closely, wondering if Ren himself was 'okay'.
He was being unusually talkative, after all. Nora wondered if it was the little time he'd spent with team PBRL that was the cause.
It definitely made the most sense: There weren't many other things that had changed, aside from them not being around each other nearly all the time.
Hmm...
"What's your team like?" Nora and Ren echoed, both asking the question at the same time. The pair stopped walking, turning to face each other in surprise.
"You first." Ren offered.
"Well… you know Jaune and Yang." Nora started. "They're nice. Weiss too..."
"But?"
"But it doesn't feel like a team yet, you know? It doesn't feel like it did in Nyurse – even after Nyurse." Her, Ren, Yang and Jaune… that had been the dream team. "We all worked so well together back then."
"That's true… and the headmaster was the one who debriefed us..." Ren wondered aloud. "Maybe there was something he didn't like?"
Nora hummed. "What about your team?"
"We get along. It's only been, what, two days though? It's hard to say." Ren looked to his scroll. "Speaking, I should go find Blake. If we get to Goodwitch's class before you, we'll save four extra seats."
The girl smiled. "Good thinking!"
"See you."
Nora stood, watching as Ren rounded a corner. As soon as the boy was out of sight, Nora took a deep breath in, before letting out a long, drawn-out groan that got her more than a couple odd looks.
Why couldn't I be your partner?
Nora roamed the locker room for a minute or two. Not knowing exactly where her teammate's lockers were, she hoped that she'd chance upon them eventually.
"Hey Nora, we're over here!"
Nora stopped midstride, turning towards the voice. Seeing Yang waving her over, the girl skipped over to the group.
"Hey guys!" Nora greeted, smile plastered across her face.
She hoped they didn't notice its fragility.
Everyone was decked out in their full combat gear, Weiss the only one without her weapon yet. Nora's partner, however, was situated in front of an open locker, so it probably wasn't going to be long before they were all ready to go.
"You excited for class?" Yang asked enthusiastically.
Nora wasn't able to respond fast enough; Jaune, who was lying on a nearby bench, groaned loudly.
"Uh… is Jaune okay?" Nora felt she needed to ask. At her question, JWYN's leader sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"I'm fine Nora, just didn't sleep very well last night."
Weiss, with an arm reaching deep into her locker, scoffed at that. "You got to sleep before any of us did, you shouldn't be complaining."
"Hey, just because I slept longer doesn't necessarily mean I had a good sleep." Jaune debated, stretching into a yawn. "Seriously, I've felt better after a fifteen-minute power-nap than I did this morning."
"Uh-huh." Weiss 'agreed', sounding immensely uninterested in Jaune's explanation.
Nora watched as Jaune and Yang shared a 'look' - something that pretty much indicated they were in agreement about something. What it was in this case, Nora had an inkling, but she didn't want to assume.
"So, what're you doing Weiss?" Yang quizzed in what was likely an attempt to change the subject. The three of them watched on as the girl unhinged her rapier, exposing the revolving Dust cylinder.
"Refilling Myrtenaster." She responded curtly.
Nora continued to observe as Yang's grin seemed to strain a little. "...And Myrtenaster is... your rapier?"
"Yes." Weiss' response was not necessarily... polite, what with how she looked up to glare at Yang. Nora's partner reached over to grab what appeared to be a vial of ice Dust. "I'm trying to focus here."
Nora sighed to herself. Perhaps she could have explained a little more when Ren had asked?
Truth being, her team was a mess. Sure, they would probably work well together if they were put into another 'initiation-like' situation, but when they weren't focused on anything else?
Bickering. Constant bickering - whether it was Jaune and Yang's playful banter, or Weiss' random bouts of hostility, it typically ended the same.
"Actually, I am looking forward to class today." Nora spoke up, hoping to distract everyone – mostly Yang – from their tempers. "Who do you guys want to fight?"
Everyone adopted thoughtful expressions, with the exception of Weiss, who was focused on filling Myrtenaster's cylinders. The heiress was the first to answer, regardless:
"I'd like to fight Pyrrha."
Yang gasped at that. "I didn't know you had a death wish Weiss!"
Weiss sighed. "I don't have a death wish – I just want to see where I'm at. It's an opportunity." The heiress snapped her blade back into place, giving the cylinder a spin. "What about you Yang?"
"Yeah, I'd want to fight Pyrrha too." Yang didn't give Weiss a chance to retort, which Nora could clearly tell she wanted to. "Jaune?"
Nora turned to her leader. Of every member of her team, Jaune seemed like the 'smartest' - not necessarily brain-smart, but the most composed and the most considerate. Out of all of them, he was definitely the one suited to be a 'leader'.
The blond took a lot longer to answer than the other two, probably giving it more thought.
"I'd want to fight Blake." He answered, rubbing at the back of his head. "Or maybe one of CRDL's members."
Nora glanced back and forth; Yang crossed her arms, and Weiss looked to Jaune curiously. "Why?" Was the question posed by Yang.
"Well, I've seen everyone else fight in some capacity... Pyrrha fought beside me during initiation, Ren back at Nyurse, and Ruby is Ruby." Jaune shrugged. "It's more challenging to fight someone I know nothing about... not that I can see myself winning against Pyrrha or anything like that."
"So, you're saying you'd win against Blake or any member CRDL?" Yang teased. "Well, I'll just have to tell them all that."
Jaune didn't rise to the bait, but he still smiled. "Yeah, okay."
Yang grumbled something to herself, inaudible to Nora, before raising a fist into the air. "Alright! Are we ready?"
Nora raised her own fist in answer, grinning. "Yeah!"
She wasn't nervous – she wasn't even explicitly tense.
It was the first time in Pyrrha's fighting career that she'd actually felt that way.
Sitting amongst her team – her team – she wondered why she didn't feel any pressure. It was practically guaranteed that she'd be called on to fight today...
So why did she feel nothing? There was no pressure. Did the lack of any real crowd, any audience have anything to do with that?
Or was she just that certain that she'd win?
No. Pyrrha's clenched her hands into fists. If anything, the opposition she'd face here would be much more challenging than anything she'd had to face before. Just because she was a 'four' time Mistral Regional champion, didn't mean that anyone else present couldn't have been.
Pyrrha felt something in her gut. Ah... there's the tension. That feels better.
Pyrrha smiled, turning to her teammates. Ren seemed as calm as ever, though perhaps he was too calm, forcing it. Blake's eyes scanned the room. Pyrrha didn't know much about the girl yet, but she knew enough to know that she wasn't all that nervous; she was doing a threat analysis – picking out who she would consider a challenge.
…Or maybe not. Pyrrha couldn't be certain.
Ruby, Pyrrha's own partner, looked to be the worst off: the girl was practically shivering, wrapped in her cloak. If she hadn't known exactly what was going on, Ruby would have looked the most nervous of them all.
"You sure you're going to be able to fight, Ruby?" Pyrrha asked.
Her partner gave a sniff. "Yeah." The girl brought a sleeve to her face, sneezing into it. "A cold like this shouldn't slow me down."
"Maybe you shouldn't have stayed up so late." Blake cautioned. "Or at least, you could have closed the window."
"Yeah... but I just couldn't stop reading, you know?"
Blake hummed in response. The sheer number of books the girl had brought with her to Beacon hinted that she understood.
All the chatter around the hall ceased, the sound of heels clicking against the floor echoing in it's place. Professor Goodwitch stepped into the light, face stern as she waited for complete silence.
"Welcome, first years, to Combat Class." She began. "For those of you who don't already know, combat class is, traditionally, a practical class where we would work on your ability to fight, whether it's 'one on one', 'two on two', or 'four on four' matches. However, with the majority of students not being separated into teams, we will be focusing on 'one on one' matches. Throughout the semester, we will also apply what you've learned in the field, foraying into areas with heavy Grimm populations."
The professor adjusted her glasses. "With such a large number of students having passed initiation this year, you will not all be able to participate in class today. Thus, in the interest of time, today will be a 'lesson' in that we will have some of the more skilled fighters square off in a demonstration of their abilities. With that said, would Pyrrha Nikos..."
Somehow, Pyrrha kept a straight face, despite the murmur of the other students. I knew I'd be fighting today.
"And Jaune Arc come to the floor please?"
As twin groans sprouted a few seats away – from the direction of team JWYN – Pyrrha smiled. Not only were there other people who wanted to fight her, but she'd get to fight Jaune.
After how he'd performed during initiation and the words he'd said the other day, the leader of PBRL been eager to see what he was capable of – and she hoped it was a lot.
Rather than taking the stairs down to the arena, Pyrrha jumped the railing of the observing area, rolling to break her fall. The soft thud and the light rattle of metal behind her indicated that Jaune had done the same.
"Please, students... I understand that you're eager, but use the stairs next time."
"Sorry."
"Sorry, Professor Goodwitch." Pyrrha apologized, taking her place on the opposite side of the arena from Jaune. Reaching behind her back, Pyrrha readied Miló, leaving Akoúo̱ for the moment, if only to see the blond's reaction.
It wasn't as if Jaune was confused, but he raised one hand to the weapon on his back – his spear – before lowering it to his lower back – where he kept his pistol. If anything, it looked as if he was trying to decide which weapon would best counter her.
Then, it looked as if the leader of JWYN had a flash of insight – he retrieved his pistol, switching it to his left hand before drawing his sword from along his arm.
Pyrrha quirked an eyebrow, to which the boy shrugged. It was a rather unorthodox style, but as the blond settled into a ready stance, she noted that it wasn't entirely foreign to him.
"Are both fighters ready?"
Neither student provided the professor with an answer, but that was more than enough for the professor.
"Begin."
Pyrrha dashed forwards the moment they were signaled to begin, holding Miló two handed in its spear form. Jaune brought his pistol to bear, but the shots he fired followed a simple trajectory, and were easy enough to deflect with Miló's head. Pyrrha got closer, preparing to throw Miló in order to catch Jaune unaware.
The champion took shorter strides, preparing for the throw. Squeezing the trigger, Pyrrha threw Miló forward. The moment she let go, she pulled Akoúo from her back, holding it forward with both hands in preparation for a counter attack.
The one thing Pyrrha wasn't expecting was for Jaune's shield to expand just as Miló hit, the boy deflecting the javelin high into the air as he ducked. The boy's sword came low, sweeping for the legs.
Just because Pyrrha didn't expect Jaune's actions, didn't mean she couldn't react to them; the redhead jumped, using Jaune's shield as a stepping stone on her way higher into the air. Miló was just out of reach, but not far enough that anyone would notice her using her semblance to pull it back to her.
With Miló back in hand, Pyrrha twisted midair, flinging Akoúo̱ down towards her opponent. The shield made contact with the boy's head before coming back to her, though for the most part he seemed to ignore it.
Pyrrha touched down, Miló and Akoúo̱ back in her grip. Catching her breath had taken but a moment, and she'd had her eyes on Jaune practically the entire time...
...but when had he switched to his spear?
A sweeping attack from the blonde had Pyrrha backing off – despite the length of his spear when it was fully deployed, he was fast.
Jaune lunged, and Pyrrha knocked the blow aside with Akoúo̱ . Seeing an opportunity, the champion moved forward.
She twisted out of the way immediately after her first step, recalling Ruby's words:
'Jaune's lance pushes back when he fires.'
The sound of a gunshot, and the Jaune's spear was back in prime position, just barely missing Pyrrha's arm. The boy lunged again, Pyrrha deflecting it with Miló this time. She backed off, shifting Miló into its rifle form, taking a couple shots.
It wasn't nearly as flashy as Pyrrha, but Jaune deflected the bullets using the shaft of his spear – though not without difficulty, as the champion noticed.
Is that his weakness? Pyrrha backed off further, taking a couple more shots at the blond. This time, however, he deployed his shield in time to catch the rounds on its face. Hmm, nope.
Before Pyrrha could move for another attack, Jaune jumped, propelling himself higher by firing a round with his spear. He fired again once he reached his peak, coming down hard.
Pyrrha was smart enough to move though, putting distance between them as his lance embedded itself in the ground. The boy rose to his feet, making to pull the spear out.
The first words spoken all match were spoken then:
"Uh oh."
Pyrrha grinned, leaping forwards as Jaune struggled to free his spear. Miló shifting into sword form, she took a swing at his head. Jaune saw it coming, moving a little to the left.
Miló clanged against the shaft of Jaune's spear, still stuck in the arena floor. The champion frowned, even as Jaune looked on in confusion.
They both recovered quickly – Jaune pulling his sword out, shield expanding while Pyrrha moved in for another strike. The two exchanged a couple blows, but none landed. Either the strikes were blocked by each other, or intercepted by Jaune's spear, lodged upright and seemingly unmovable.
Jaune swept in with a horizontal strike, and the long weapon that had been limiting their reach launched free into the air with a crack. The boy must have hit the trigger mechanism with the strike.
No longer having to fight around a pole, Pyrrha stepped within Jaune's guard, hitting him in the gut with Akoúo̱ . She heard the air rush out of him, his blade falling to the ground – perhaps what happened with his lance loosened his grip? Knowing it was time to press the attack, she hooked one leg around the back of his, and pushed.
The blond wasn't going down without a fight though; he'd managed to get a hand around her wrist as he fell, locking both of his legs around hers. Pyrrha had no choice but to fall with him, lest she wanted something of her's broken.
Aura couldn't protect against things bending the wrong way, after all.
Pyrrha moved as she fell, fighting to maintain the upper hand. Jaune tried to twist away as he fell, but Pyrrha wouldn't allow it.
They both hit the ground - Miló at Jaune's neck, and her knee on his stomach.
"I give." The boy groaned out, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Goodwitch definitely didn't hear that.
"Why?" Pyrrha asked, puzzled.
With his pistol pressed against her abdomen, Pyrrha knew Jaune still had a fighting chance.
"I can't take your Aura lower than you'd be able to take mine. If we didn't have Aura... you could kill me before I'd even be able to pull the trigger."
Pyrrha nodded, accepting the blond's reasoning. "Alright."
The champion wondered what it looked like to the others, as she stood, helping Jaune up.
Their fight wasn't technically over, after all.
"Thanks. Hey professor!" Jaune waved over at Goodwitch. "I forfeit."
"I can't believe you!" Yang crowed, landing backwards on her bed with a 'thump'. "You didn't even use any Dust! If you had, you so would have caught her off guard."
"Yang's right, you know; Aside from Dust munitions, Dust usage isn't permitted in regional tournaments." Weiss pointed out. "I haven't seen what you can do with it yet, but Pyrrha really wouldn't have been expecting it."
Jaune buried his face in his hands. Combat class was hours ago, but they were still on about this? "Yeah, yeah-"
"And why did you surrender?" Yang sat up suddenly, frowning. "I know you could have gotten out of that, and you were both still green as far as Aura goes."
"I'd have lost anyways?"
There was silence as no one offered any sort of counter-point; Weiss just nodded along, Yang looked conflicted, and Nora was as silent as she'd been since defeating Ren.
Yang pouted, before sighing. "Whatever. I call dibs on first shower."
"Hey! Wait-" Weiss' protests were shut down by the slamming of the bathroom door. "I swear..."
Jaune turned to the Schnee heiress. "What's up Weiss?"
The girl's blue eyes turned towards Jaune. "I was going to ask her what she knows about Blake."
That caught Jaune off guard. "Blake? Not much, I don't think. Why?"
"Well... it's nothing."
Hmm... Jaune frowned. Weiss was behaving not unlike his sisters had on occasion... though he still didn't quite understand what it was. Weiss had fought Blake, and despite the short duration, the match was intense. "I've known... well, I can't say I've 'known' Blake for all that much longer than Yang has, but she seems nice. Quiet, too."
"Huh... maybe her and I got off on the wrong foot then."
That was curious. Was there some kind of bad blood between Weiss and Blake? The two seemed... well, nothing like Yang and Weiss on a bad day.
Actually... maybe now was a good time to start bringing the team together. "Say, Weiss..."
"Yes Jaune?" The heiress head tilted lightly.
"What was your childhood like?"
Weiss didn't give a response right away. Nora, who'd been sitting at the desk, turned towards her partner.
The heiress blinked twice. "That's a very sudden question, but I suppose it's understandable. None of us have really talked about ourselves, and it's already been what, two days since initiation?"
"Something like that." Nora tacked on.
"Anyways, if we're..." The heiress began to play with her hair. "If we're going to talk about something like this, Yang should probably participate."
"Yeah sure, that sounds good to me." Jaune agreed. "We can wait for her to get out of the shower, then-"
Jaune was cut off, feeling his scroll vibrate in his pocket. As he was about to reach for it, it began to let off an unfamiliar tone as it rang. Jaune froze.
It wasn't his scroll. It was the black scroll he'd gotten from Ozpin.
Jaune stood from where he'd been seated on his bed. "Excuse me, I've got to take this."
Jaune walked across the dorm room – praying that the two girls didn't think it weird that he hadn't pulled his scroll out yet. As he entered the other bathroom, Jaune finally answered – voice only.
"Yes, hello?" He was so nervous, he was shaking.
"Hey Jaune, how are things?" The familiar voice came through.
"...Qrow?" Jaune scratched his head, wondering what his former teacher had stumbled upon. "What do you need?"
"Oh, not much," The gruff voice continued. "Just checking in. You know, 'How's Beacon?', 'are my nieces okay?'."
"They're fine. Beacon's fine." Jaune nodded, reassuring himself as well, before remembering exactly what he'd been worried about. "Wait, aren't these scrolls supposed to be used for things of the utmost importance?"
"And checking in on my fourth favorite student and my nieces isn't important?"
Fourth favorite? "It is important, but I figured important in this case would be something... I don't know, like the world ending?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get what you mean." Qrow interrupted. "So, how're the teams?"
Jaune responded quickly. "Teams are fine. Me and Yang are together with Nora from Nyurse and..." Jaune made doubly sure he was quiet enough to not be overheard. "Weiss Schnee. From Atlas."
"Oh... that's certainly interesting. And Ruby?"
"Pyrrha Nikos, Ren, and a friend of mine, Blake." Jaune listed.
"Blake Belladonna?" Qrow asked, the telltale sounds of navigating a scroll's menu coming through the line. There was a brief pause before he added: "That's interesting."
"What's interesting?"
"Nothing. You'll find out eventually, I think."
Jaune was about ask what he meant, before he realized he had something much more important to ask his former teacher. "Say, Qrow..."
"Yes?"
"Did you know that we're related?"
"…sorry?"
Jaune smacked himself in the head. "I meant me and Ruby. Did you know?"
"Know that you two were cousins? Of course I did."
Jaune sighed into the receiver.
"Wait... you mean you didn't?"
"No!" Jaune protested loudly, before remembering two of his teammates were just a room away.
"Your parents didn't say anything?"
"Again, no." Jaune stated, running a hand through his hair. "My mother never said Summer's name when I asked about her, and for the longest time I thought Ruby was Ruby Xiao Long."
Qrow chuckled on the other end. "Now that's just stupid."
"Hey!"
"But yeah, I figured you would have noticed something, after all this time." Qrow murmured. "Anyways, about earlier... definitely keep it hidden, but you can use your scroll for a lot more than talking, you know?"
Jaune pulled the device from his ear, looking at the black casing. "What do you mean?"
"You'll find out. Gotta go, bye."
And just like that, Qrow was gone. The scroll's menu came up, and Jaune thought upon what Qrow had mentioned.
Curiously, Jaune brought up the scrolls applications, first noticing that all the default applications were still there. However, there was also a folder, listed suspiciously as 'new folder'.
You've got to be kidding me…
Jaune opened said folder, finding even more folders within – these ones were all named, though, and their names almost made Jaune freeze up.
Surveillance access... Dossiers... Security... There were at least twenty, each sounding more and more… sinister.
The blond felt like he'd just stumbled on something extremely immoral, and probably highly illegal.
Curiosity got the better of the boy, and he first entered the surveillance access folder. More folders, and their names made things even worse.
Vale. Atlas. Mistral. Vacuo.
Jaune went into Vale.
Vale was divided up even more: Beacon, Signal, Siren... not just the academies either. Random addresses were even assigned folders. Jaune backed all the way out.
… This is... this is nuts!
Dossiers was next. With a general idea of what was contained, Jaune navigated the folder easily.
In a moment, the names of every single one of Beacon's first year students was before him. His finger hovered over 'Blake Belladonna' for but a moment, before he sighed.
Jaune slammed the scroll shut, shoving it in his pocket.
No.
"Hey, where's Jaune?" Yang asked, stepping out of the washroom, towel wrapped around her.
Weiss looked up from her scroll, only briefly taking the time to notice Yang's state of undress. If the heiress cared, she didn't show it. "He had to take a call, so he's just in the other washroom."
Yang nodded, looking between Weiss and Nora - both seemed a little... nervous?
"Did something happen while i was in the shower?"
"Well..." Nora started out. The girl hadn't really spoken much since combat class earlier. "We're all going to have a 'talk'."
"A 'talk'?" Yang quizzed, hoping one of the other two girls would elaborate.
"We're going to talk. All of us." Weiss stated, sliding her scroll shut. "The moment Jaune is done with his call, we're all going to talk like the civilized people we are."
...Okay? That sounded ominous. "What brought this on?"
"Technically, Weiss recommended it." Nora stretched. "Jaune asked Weiss about her childhood, and Weiss wanted you to be here to hear it. And i guess... we're all going to talk after that?"
"That's the plan." Weiss nodded. "We haven't really had a good chance to introduce ourselves to one another-" I wonder why. "-So this would be a step forwards."
"I see..."
Just then, Jaune strode out of the other washroom. The look on his face as he moved, however, stunned Yang to silence.
It was a rare expression for her friend... He was angry. Honestly, purely angry.
Something was wrong.
The boy moved towards the dorm's entrance, shuffling into his shoes.
"Hey, where are you going?" Weiss squawked.
Jaune gave a simple, short answer.
"I'm going to talk to the headmaster."
Looks like Jaune's got something to talk to Ozpin about. Other things are addressed this chapter as well - we've finally gotten inside Nora's head, and opinions are forming all around.
Let me know what you think!
See you next time.
Updated: August 10/16