Two terribly long months lay in front of Jaune each day passing at a snail's pace, every day leading up to the day where Yang would appear at Juniors seemed to be longer than the previous one.
He could do little to distract himself from the slowly approaching date, as he began to struggle for reasons not to just head to Patch himself, he had proven to himself with his trail on Roman that what the Relics had told him was true, he could have his Yang back. It felt like he could imagine a thousand reasons why traveling to Patch was the proper course of action, each one made so much sense that they were hard to ignore, thankfully he also had one reason not too, one singular reason turned the tide against the wave of reasons he felt he should.
He couldn't be certain if after his singular meeting with Ozpin that he was not not being monitored in some way, not visibly he was too good at spotting such a thing that was impossible, but if he traveled to Patch that information might reach Ozpin and he might jump to conclusions, all of which would be wrong of course but that meant little since Jaune would have no real way to dispute much of the speculation Ozpin might formulate in his mind.
He tried to ignore his built-in paranoia but it was a hard thing to ignore, even if he legitimately had no reason to be worried currently he couldn't help the feeling that continuously stuck with him in every life after he would meed Ozpin. Even if the untold lives he had lived since making his lifetime peaceful he still avoided raising Ozpin's suspicions on him, his fake Semblance going a long way in dissuading the ancient spirits interest beyond a tentative relationship, one he would keep solely so that Ozpin would not sacrifice his friends on fool errands.
Ruby and Pyrrha always being the worst two to fall for his tales and entrench themselves in his inner circle, he would find himself on the outskirts acting as a voice of reason and if need be an obstacle for them to deal with when Ozpin would inevitably send them somewhere too dangerous. This life could also lead to direct confrontation against his friends, something that he desperately hoped to avoid if possible but doubted it was feasible.
So stuck in Vale and for lack of anything else to do outside of his normal routine of working out as any Huntsman must do to keep their body in peak condition all the time he thought about his plan's for the relics, or more specifically the relic of Knowledge, it would be the first one he would have to reach.
He was still hoping for a moment of inspiration on how he might deal with the Relic's task but so far that moment had remained elusive. In the absence of that inspiration, he still needed a plan and that plan looked to unfortunately be leading towards leaning on Roman's expertise as well as his intact anonymity.
The Knowledge Relic was the most accessible relic of the four, it was where Ozpin always started in those lives he died and would come back as Oscar. It was guarded ineffectually by Leo Lionheart who held one of the two necessary pieces to access the vault.
The pocket watch would be a simple thing for Roman and Neo to acquire, probably even replace with a close enough replica that Lionheart would never even notice if they had enough time to study the watch before making the swap, Neo could also easily pass for someone young enough to attend Mistral and make the job even easier.
Leo was the weak link of Mistral's Vault, the hard part was Raven, she was too stubborn to be forced to do anything and too paranoid to be coerced as well. Anyone looking for the Maiden or showing any interest in anything regarding Ozpin or Salem and she would resist to the very end, at least she would until she was offered a deal that seemed beneficial enough for her to change her mind.
The deal that usually worked was her doublecrossing the people she was supposed to be helping. Something that Jaune didn't mind so much when she was doublecrossing Cinder and her flunkies, the prospect of the one she would double cross being himself though was a lot less appealing.
Fighting a fully realized and competent Maiden who he couldn't kill because he didn't know where the power would go wasn't exactly a fight he was confident he could win exactly.
There was a precedent set in some of his earliest lives that upon her death the power of the Spring Maiden would end up in Yang's possession, though that wasn't a guaranteed option either. Yang had a strong chance to receive the power but it wasn't the only outcome, Vernal was another person that ended up with the power frequently enough that it became noteworthy enough to remember.
Yang could convince Raven, maybe, she had a better chance than anyone else that was for certain.
Jaune rubbed his eyes gently, massaging them as he took a break from trying to piece together some form of a plan that had an actual plausible chance of success.
That success was heavily dependant on exactly how many Relics he might acquire before he would have to draw attention to himself and so far he had a solid idea that he could get one without alerting Ozpin or Salem, maybe, it all boiling down to how helpful Raven may or may not be.
Atlas is the forced stop and he knew that there was no way to get that relic without being discovered and he had no idea how he would accomplish it without the craziness that typically ensued around that time, Salem losing her patience and forcing a battle that distracted Ironwood and the eAtlas military went a long way in helping secure that Relic. Jaune knew he couldn't plan for that attack anymore, his recent actions of removing Cinder from her forces would already have her pulling back as it is.
Of course, she wouldn't stop with just the loss of a single pawn, Cinder was hardly important in Salem's grand scheme and in a few years could be easily replaced, and in those years she would continue to build her forces strength.
Jaune picked up his Scroll and checked the time, nodding once he did he heard the sounds of fighting far in the distance, as well as the consistent rumble of a train behind the noise of the gunfire.
Watching from the tree line with an expression anyone nearby would consider one of boredom he almost yawned as the train rumbled past where he stood, both ends still connected together at least for the moment.
Adam could be seen around the middle preparing his attack that would end the final threat, not paying attention to Blake who was slipping further down the train, preparing to detach it from Adam's car.
Jaune had discovered this even on his own, Blake wasn't exactly forthcoming in her lives about such details so Jaune had just spent time hanging around the trainyard in previous lives, keeping an eye out for Blake, or a train that arrived and had a crowd of people gather around it in a hurry.
Honestly finding the train had been easier than discovering from Blake that he should be looking for a train, to begin with, multiple lives spent wasting time trying to find a way to track Adam with only the smallest hints of information he could pick up until he essentially just got lucky for a bit.
His luck had had the opposite effect as well, killing Adam right now caused a whole slew of issues he didn't necessarily want to deal with. Though he wasn't out here to get the man to work for him either.
Jaune was out here beside a boring empty stretch of tracks in Forever Fall to meet with Salem's recruitment officer, Tyrian Callow was sent to Vale to check in on the whereabouts of Cinder for Salem. He never knew if he discovered what he did to Cinder and Emerald but he was given another task after Salem no doubt assumed Cinder was dead.
Tyrian was here to recruit Adam and his White Fang extremists, intending to use them to continue her attack on Vale without Cinder.
Jaune had experienced the attack enough times to know that it was as successful as Cinders attack, maybe even more so as Adam would push Grimm not only into Beacon but also the city of Vale proper, amounting to more civilian deaths than even the worst attack's led by Cinder.
That information never really surprised Jaune, while Cinder had no trouble killing anyone or anything, she was also, at least while in Vale, very driven by Salem's goals, that would change the longer she would survive, but Adam, he was here for revenge on humanity itself, so the more death he wrought the more he believed he succeeded. Unfortunately, because Blake was involved Adam would get a free pass for the moment.
It wasn't long until Jaune heard the soft crunch of leaves announcing the approach of the man he was waiting for and took the chance to step out from behind his tree.
Tyrian was a lunatic, plain and simple, and was one of the few people he could never count on being in the same place twice, especially in such an out of the way location like where he was right now. He was also exceptionally well trained and could notice a trap from a mile away so he could not be dealt with in the same way Cinder had been.
Pulling out one of his throwing knives with care, making as little noise as he could he took aim and whipped the small knife forward, the blade lancing forward with murderous intent but ending up being casually deflected with a sudden and surprised swipe of a scorpions tail.
"Well, that was rude, but also very interesting." The chilling tone of Tyrians voice asked as his tail swayed casually before his face as he leaned down to pick up the knife it had just swatted out of the air.
Jaune stepped out from behind his tree, calmly pulling Celica Mors from her scabbard, his free hand reaching into one of his many pockets, pulling out a small item that was all but concealed in his gloved hand.
"Ohh, not the illustrious Qrow Branwen, I must say I am a little disappointed, does Ozpin think so lowly of me to dispatch a second rate Huntsman."
Jaune knew this was how Tyrian fought, talking and goading, he tried to create openings by distracting his opponents and with his madman like personality, it was easy for people to be distracted, even more so with the dangerous tail attacking from all over the place. He wouldn't be goaded into responding and simply kept walking toward Tyrian.
"Not a talkative one are you? Well, I might not be able to make you talk but I bet I can make you scream." Tyrian lunged forward his wrist blades folding out and he swung in to attack, his opening move was always to close with his opponent.
Jaune braced for the imminent collision and discretely activated and dropped the small item he had been palming in his hand. The tiny device hitting the ground and activating just as Tyrian reached Jaune, an incredibly fast-paced fury of blows was exchanged in an instant telling both combatants volumes about the other.
Jaune knew everything he needed to know about Tyrian, his wild and unpredictable attacks, his grotesque levels of agility and flexibility, and his general disregard for attacking in any form of conventional manner. heavily overextending attacks that could be compensated for because of his tail acting as a counterbalance, he was an opponent of note and one Jaune always took seriously.
Tyrian learned a great deal about Jaune in the short clash, Jaune was frighteningly skilled. Dodging, blocking, or parrying every single attack with only the use of his single blade. He made himself as small of a target as possible so that Tyrian couldn't openly attack with everything at his disposal at once. His style was one who fought defensively often, but just because his stance was defensive in nature didn't mean his opponent couldn't attack on demand. Tyrian looked at his left thigh and frowned at the slice of cloth, he hadn't even seen when that had happened, though he knew it had been intentional simply by how his opponent's eyes had flicked to it for the briefest of moments after he had pulled back.
Jaune gave Tyrian no time to plan his attack and lunged after the Faunus immediate after he attempted to step back. His rush hadn't caught the Faunus off guard but it did turn the tables and had Tyrian scrambling to put up a worthwhile defense as he backpedaled a few steps more, sliding through the leaves.
Leaping up and bringing Celica Mors down in a heavy twohanded strike Jaune kept the attention of Tyrian focused on him, not giving his opponent time to look at the ground and notice through the displaced leaves the trap he had initiated. Both men were inside two overlapping Dust rune glyphs, one that speeds up and the other slowed down. Neither would activate until one of the occupants left the circle which would trigger both at once.
The person leaving the circle would become slowed to a crawl and the person remaining inside would be sped up rapidly.
The original version of this trap had the effects reversed but due to several 'accidents' Jaune had switched the order around to the way it was currently. Too many opponents trying to flee and getting a speed boost while he was essentially rooted in place had taught him that lesson well enough, not to mention all the times his opponents had been quick on the uptake and used the situation to turn the tables in their fight had been humiliating, to say the least when he would find himself waking up in his bed at the age of thirteen again shortly after the trap backfired on him.
Jaune's plan was to keep Tyrian from looking at the ground, a feat that was harder than anyone would consider. The ground is ever present in a person's vision and even if you aren't looking at it with any real intention of doing anything with it, your eyes will pick up on small things, a Huntsman's eye will pick up on even more minute details than the average person.
Jaune kept his attack's high aiming for the face and neck, trying to angle his blade to keep Tyrian from being able to dodge low and spot the trap. Tyrian wouldn't know the effect but he was more intelligent than many gave him credit for he would understand that he was trying to be forced from the circle and would immediately begin to fight back against that, even attempting to do the same to Jaune.
Celica Mors swept forward again and again with Tyrian barely managing to counter the blade as it glided through his guard on many occasions, slicing away at Aura every time it did so. Jaune made sure never to overextend himself though, the tail being a great equalizer in this fight, even with high Aura a sufficiently strong hit with the barb could pierce through and hit him with a lethal dose of poison.
Growing frustration could be seen in Tyrians attacks as his expression changed from a form a sadistic pleasure in the skill of his opponent to swings of annoyed violence, his madmen like demeanor disappearing and ferocious viciousness appearing as he began to take this fight truly serious. He always fought with a serious intent but this was more akin to another level. Gone was his smile and playful maneuvers, the fancy moves he would use to shock or frighten his opponents and in its place was an angry sneer and brutal attacks.
Jaune recognized this shift immediately and hunched his shoulders and kept his attack going, keeping Celica Mors swinging at a breakneck pace, weaving it in for as many attacks as possible, trying to force Tryian toward the edge as much as he could, even giving up on trying to prevent him from seeing the trap all around his feet, now just trying to inflict as much damage as he could.
The attack from Tyrian was instant, he pounced forward tackling Jaune bodily and sending both men rolling on the ground in a heap together.
Tyrian lashing out rapidly with quick tail strikes while he used his arms and legs to the best of his ability to prevent Jaune from fighting back, his legs locking Jaune's legs quite handily while both his arms wrestled for leverage over Jaune's sword arm, holding it down and trying to work open his grip to pry away the dangerous blade.
Jaune wrenched his sword arm with as much leverage as he could trying to break it free of Tyrians grip, the Faunus, however, was adamant on keeping the arm pinned leaving Jaunes another arm free to fend off tail strikes as best it could.
Due to the awkward position Tyrians tail could only make attacks toward Jaune's head and after realizing this he began to use his neck to avoid the attacks and use his free arm to fight back.
His position meant any strike he might make with his armguard was going to be fairly ineffectual at best, even with the added weight of the armguard factored in. With that in mind and weaving his head to dodge incoming tail strikes, he wormed his free hand over in between Tyrians arms and twisted it in deep, like he was trying to dislodge Tyrians hand. As soon as one of Tyrians arms was locked between his armguard and Celica Mors he extended the hidden shield inside his arm guard, the hidden mechanism snapping out with shocking force, far faster and with more weight than Crocea Mors had ever been capable of.
The sudden action caught Tyrian fully off guard and with the positioning of Jaune's limbs a sickening crack was heard by both men and its source was immediately obvious.
The lower half of Tyrians left arm sported an angry red bulge of flesh, immediately swelling and discoloring rapidly as the broken limb strained visibly under the skin, threatening grotesquely to break through the thin layers of flesh and muscle holding it inside.
The loss of function in Tyrians left arm as well as the surprise allowed Jaune to free his sword arm. Still pinned beneath Tyrian and lacking the ability to shift his grip Jaune did the next best thing to stabbing Tyrian and instead drove the pommel of Celica Mors into Tyrians face.
A broken arm did little to slow Tyrian, and the pommel of a sword to the face did even less in the grand scheme of this fight. The two actions combined though were enough to daze the Faunus for a split second, enough time for Jaune to detangle his legs and push out from underneath Tyrians weight.
As he was doing so though he could see the Stinger, the great equalizer in this fight whip around from an unexpected angle, hammering Jaune hard in his ribcage, the blow driving the wind from his lungs as he swung Celica Mors hard and wide at Tyrians face as he retreated, the swing forcing Tyrian to do the same or potentially lose the top half of his head.
Struggling to refill his lungs with air Jaune put some much needed space between himself and Tyrian, no longer trying to keep the Faunus's attention away from the ground and the slowly revealing trap beneath the leaves and simply sought to recover from the blow, hoping that Tyrian with his freshly broken arm wouldn't press whatever advantage he thought he might have.
Tyrian would give Jaune no such moment to recuperate, no doubt sensing that Jaune was to tough an opponent to give any momentary respite too, he launched himself in fast, firing his weapon off at close range while flailing around his broken arm, using it as a club, hoping the blades on his weapon might connect and shave away some Aura.
Jaune found it nearly impossible to take into account the tail and madly flailing broken arm and had to focus his attention on the deadlier of the two and found the broken limb being repeatedly bashed into him doing little damage and hoping that would continue as he sorted out how he would deal with Tyrian.
The fight was going about as well as it normally did, he didn't expect the blow from the tail but luckily it landed on his breastplate, preventing it from actually stabbing into him and only driving the air from his lungs. Tyrian knew that puncture had failed, having full feeling in the appendage meant Jaune couldn't pretend to be weakened from the poison and trick Tyrian from lowering his guard.
The trap beneath the leaves still remained, for the most part, hidden but he doubted he could actually utilize it at this point, beyond maybe a finishing move, Tyrian was giving a good as he got and even with a broken arm would likely not retreat at this point, the only thing that could pull him away from a fight like this where he was so focused would be a direct order from Salem herself and that was not going to come out here in the middle of Forever Fall.
Jaune still had a whole mess of tricks at his disposal and while he didn't exactly like to waste such hard to replace items especially since he had already wasted his Dust trap he also wasn't so stubborn to pig-headedly continue fighting in such a contest that could just as easily end with his loss and death.
Tyrian's attack gave no opportunity to draw out Crocea Mors and use it's frightening function, a shame really because it did not require anything besides a little dust for its trick to function. That left one of the multiple ways his Armguard could function, each of the four special shell's could feasibly end this fight but using them at this close of range would only catch Jaune in as much of the blast as Tyrian so that left the remaining function, the device that while the hardest to replace was clearly the only one suited to this fight.
Tyrian kept the fighting close, his attack's over time becoming less fluid as the pain from his broken arm became less easy to ignore, a side effect of using a broken limb like a haphazard club.
Jaune let Tyrian swing in close with his tail, close enough that Jaune could step into the attack and let it sail harmlessly past his entire body as he slid his armguard perfectly in front of Tyrians face. The attack timed to perfection after lifetimes of honing it to precision and just as Tyrian finished the involuntary blink that no one could prevent from seemingly almost being struck directly in the face was when Jaune activated the flash charge concealed inside the Armguard.
At such a close range even shut eyes would not be able to fully block the super bright flash of light, but Jaune used all his experience to make sure Tyrian was completely blinded by the effect.
The flash function was several times more powerful than that of a flashbang, devised solely to render the target blind. The device didn't, however, make any noise, leaving the intended target capable of hearing still, though the momentary blindness was more than enough for Jaune to make use of.
A shout of anger followed the brief instantaneous flash of radiant white light, Tyrian stumbling away awkwardly as he swung his limbs and tail erratically in a desperate attempt to stave off the attack that would follow such an action.
Jaune tucked his shoulders in tight and dove through Tyrian's flailing appendages, feeling his Aura being raked heavily as it blocked multiple wild attacks.
Celica Mors stuck home in Tyrians sternum, a blow that would cause a lesser opponent to freeze in pain only made Tyrian thrash violently, his blind eyes being unable to spot his opponent but now that he was pierced he knew where to focus, and in his death throes he brought down his Tail, again and again, expecting to feel it eventually dig into his opponents flesh but only finding empty air with every swing.
Jaune stood off to the side of Tyrian, keeping his blade lodged firmly in place and pushing with all his strength to make it appear he was directly in front of Tyrian, baiting the tail to continue to strike empty air as he pushed him closer and closer to the edge of his Dust trap. Reaching the edge he hurtled Tyrian bodily across the threshold, the barrier now broken Jaune felt time change around him for a moment, his body accelerating to an unnatural speed while Tyrians was hit with the opposite effect, slowing to a crawl, the two opposite effects making it seem like time was almost standing still for Jaune as he drew Celica Mors out of Tyrian's sternum and placed it against his unprotected throat and pushed down, the wide blade of Celica Mors pushing all the way through with ease severing Tyrians spine as it jutted out the back of the Faunus's ruined neck.
The lingering effects of the trap, the enhanced speed, slowly faded from Jaune as he withdrew his blade from Tyrian's neck. Taking a few steps back he surveyed the scene and let out a great sigh of relief as he let himself fall to the ground and lay still for several long minutes, letting his mind free for a moment to wander as he began to slowly feel the pain of his injuries now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
"I hate you Tyrian. Possibly more than any other opponent, I hate you the most. You are the opposite to everything I try and do, and I utterly hate you for that." Jaune laid spread out on the ground talking to the corpse of his enemy, the brief fight having lasted only a few short minutes and the ferocity sapped him of much of his strength and energy. "Cinder, ever so predictable, dies to the same trap every single time, sometimes easier, sometimes harder, but you. Oh, not you, you have to be insane, do you know how many lives I have existed and even if this outcome is the typical outcome do you have any idea how many times I have lost to you? It's god damn too many, and I'm getting really sick of it."
Jaune struggled to his tired feet and gave himself a moment to carefully inspect himself.
His clothing was stained with grass and dirt and a few places and had nasty purple blotch where poison had been ejected from Tyrians tail, luckily the fluid was remarkably easy to clean as an unsightly purple blotch in the middle of his otherwise pristine white chest plate would be annoying to replace or repair.
"But you are a healthy reminder Tyrian, you make sure I don't get sloppy or complacent, so as much as I absolutely hate fighting you I'm sure somewhere really deep in my subconscious, I mean really buried deep I probably appreciate your insanity on some level." Jaune ached, tense muscles still attempting to relax after such a brief and brutal encounter. Bending low he deftly sliced the tip of Tyrians tail off, not because of any form of malice, simply because he needed to dispose of the body and carrying the dead Faunus he didn't feel like being unintentionally pricked by the stinger, not that without Tyrian's actual muscle control he would get much of the toxin into him it would still make him sick and light headed and he didn't personally care to experience that.
Gathering the remains of the dust trap trigger mechanism Jaune could find he hefted Tyrians lifeless body over his shoulder with a grunt of effort, caring the body deep into Forever Fall.
Hours later, Ozpin.
The afternoon had been filled with interesting developments, everything that had been brought to his attention had him keenly interested in what had transpired out in the depths of Forever Fall.
A simple train robbery that wasn't exactly so simple, it was a Valesian Cargo train, but judging by the remains of the security forces that manned it, not even taking into account the amount present but this train had definitely been transporting something that should not have been in Vale whatsoever.
The remains of a what Ozpin could only assume as a prototype spider mech as he had never seen another as it lay destroyed among a massive collection of Atlas military marked security droids.
As much as he considered General Ironwood a friend and ally, this discovery alone strained that friendship because he could not think of a single potential explanation that would account for all this security, not only that this amount of defense what had it been meant to protect and fail.
Several of Vales best Huntsmen were already hunting for any evidence or trail as to where the cargo may have been taken too or who exactly was responsible.
Qrow had been among the number sent out in search of answers and due to his advantages had quickly returned from his reconnaissance with a report on evidence of a fierce fight further up the tracks, leading to where Ospin currently stood to inspect the scene with a keen eye.
The perfect circle of disturbed leaves made it obvious to even the most novice of trackers that something had occurred here and the simple answer was a fight, one that ended with at least one death considering the amount of blood that covered the ground, enough that whoever it was who lost it had to be dead.
Qrow had picked up a trail among the leaves and set off to follow it, the impressions had been visible enough that once discovered it was clear only a single man walked away from this fight and had made sure to take his dead opponent with him, the trail of blood making that fact obvious.
Ozpin trusted Qrow to either be able to track the trail or not, knowing the man to be better suited to that task than himself so he busied himself studying the odd circle on the ground, eventually finding near its exact center a few damaged pieces of metal, each damaged to some degree and not nearly enough remnants to explain their function but he guessed they were likely the cause in some way the odd pattern.
Moving to inspect the blood trail more closely for the first time he noticed an out of place patch of Purple hidden among the multitude of different shades of red.
The Purple liquid, upon inspection, appeared to be quite toxic to whatever it touched, any time he spotted a few drops of the purple substance whatever it rested on appeared to be dying rapidly.
He recognized what it was through the process of elimination, it had to be the byproduct of some form of Faunus which would no doubt implicate the White Fang in the train theft.
The gentle flap of wings was all the signal Ozpin needed to announce Qrows return.
"I found a body Oz, around a mile straight into the woods, just unceremoniously dumped on the ground."
"Hmm, why would a person, likely his opponent bother to carry the body deep into the woods and simply leave it to be discovered so easily?"
"I have no idea, do you want to take a look for yourself or..."
"I don't think so, though please make sure that someone does thoroughly photograph the scene, I would like to go over the detail's later but right now I have an uncomfortable call to make to Atlas."
Forever Fall, Jaune.
Qrow and another figure returned to the sight were Tyrians body lay dumped unceremoniously on the ground, or where it should have been anyways. The lifeless body was now securely tucked away inside a hollow oak tree some two hundred odd meters away from where Qrow now stood looking confused.
Qrow would not rediscover the corpse but he would spend days out here scanning every blade of grass he could trying to figure out what happened to it.
He let the body be found, and through Qrows thorough search for it, he would find carefully planted evidence that Atlas was not only responsible for the dead bodies disappearance but there would be enough subjective evidence to strain the relationship between Ozpin and Ironwood for many years, a pleasant side effect of his careful planning.
It was too late for Ironwood to influence Jacque Schnee into keeping Weiss in Atlas and with Atlas shamed, or at least privately admonished by Vale it would keep Atlas's influence out of the Vale council for many years going forward.
Tyrians body would remain inside that hollow Oak for years until Jaune had time to secretly dispose of it properly, he shuddered slightly at the memories of doing this, the smell was a terrible and lingering thing in his long memory.
Look at Jaune, going around killing his enemies and messing with global politics, so inspiring.
So Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, and now Tyrian all dead, whew I have Jaune doing all kinds of work at the moment.
I love the idea that Cinders disappearance has Tyrian making a stop in Vale, his inability to find her and likely discovering that the Fall Maiden still being alive would have Salem send him to recruit the only force in the area capable of attacking Vale.
Tyrian I figure would be one of the most difficult fights for Jaune due to his particular way of dealing with his actual opponents.
Cinder could be dealt with by a trap and Hazel would likely die to a massive skill difference simply because he feels more like a berserker style fighter than someone with any actual Skill in combat, using his Aura and Semblance to essentially just tank forever. Watt's would not be much of a fight either in my mind but that's only because I have no visual representation in the show to know how exactly he might fight.
Tyrian though, oh man, fighting someone who will attack in unpredictable and potential suicidal manner makes a frightening opponent for Jaune and one that tests him in his lives still, also the fact that he has to do the fight so early to prevent him from recruiting the Fang makes it a more interesting fight since it is a simple 1v1 fight.
Anyways it was fun to write a combat heavy chapter again, I know they are not everyone's favorite but I look forward to them personally, and I love reading others for inspiration.
Anyways as always lemme know what you think even if it to tell me that I suck.
