A/N: Hey there True Believers! I'm sorry for my joke, the merry prankster in me came out on April Fool's Day, something many of you figured out right away. Some people even had some choice words for me, but I suppose I deserve it for being a Bastard Man, haha. I didn't take any of it to heart, and I hope no one was too upset. The chapter was finished close to the day and I couldn't help myself, as transparent and childish as it might have been. But I hope everyone won't hate me for it.
By the way, I'm still looking for a proofreader, feel free to contact me. At any rate, here's the next chapter of "It's Superman!"
Ozpin grimaced at the cold sludge of what had once been coffee as it washed over his tongue. He hated when the coffee turned to mud. He stood up from his desk and went to brew a new pot. He had always consumed what some might consider an abnormal about of coffee, but his consumption had skyrocketed in the past weeks as he fell deeper and deeper into his newest area of study. Clark Kent had been interesting since Ozpin had begun to observe him, there was no doubt about it, but after his dustup with Team CRDL, it had piqued Ozpin's interest further.
Everything Ozpin had seen in their training session was leagues more impressive than what he had displayed against those unfortunate boys. But something about seeing the sheer difference in power exercised against fully resisting and aggressive living humans seemed to illustrate what Clark was capable of in ways numbers on a screen simply could not. He still hadn't told Clark about the mild deception of not informing him of the numbers he was displaying. He had gone on not revealing the true scale for all Clark's tests to the young man and not just the weight he could lift.
He would tell him eventually, he was sure of this, at least that's what he had been telling himself. But the fact Clark seemed limited only by what he believed himself capable of was truly fascinating, but after seeing Clark display these abilities against other students the interest changed from what Ozpin now viewed as irresponsibly clinical. The scale and scope of this boy's abilities were unknown and Ozpin was...worried? No, worried wasn't the right word. Perhaps a pragmatic concern was a better descriptor.
James had been constantly and almost aggressively messaging him ever since the video had gone viral. He was insisting on meeting Clark and asking why Ozpin had kept this exceptional talent secret. To which Ozpin simply replied Clark was simply another student and James would be able to meet him during his time at Beacon when he arrived for the Vytal Festival.
Of course, James knew he was getting the run-around but he was not pressing the issue to harf. He still trusted or at least appeared to still trust Ozpin implicitly. But Ozpin could tell he was starting to become more concerned with how he was handling things. However, right now James Ironwood was not a paramount concern in the headmaster's mind. It was the young man he had brought to his school, as Ozpin examined the data and information more closely he only became more confused.
It now appeared as though all his initial hypotheses about Clark Kent appeared incorrect. In their final session before the term break, he had brought Clark in and ran through more "benchmark" tests. It was more of the same, more or less, but the methods of recording data and information had become significantly more in-depth, more complex, and frankly more covert. Ever since Clark's display of energy projection, Ozpin had made it a point to obtain and develop a more refined way to examine Clark's Aura, and the results were confusing.
The boy's toughness simply did not add up, Ozpin had initially thought it was due to his Aura permeating all his tissue. It explained his durability as well as his strength, speed, and other physical abilities. A passive semblance coupled with his immense aura explained everything. Even the energy projection could have been from the photons reflecting through a hyper-focused natural lens, which added up with his telescopic eyesight. At least, in theory, it did. But upon closer inspection of the video from the toughness test Ozpin had taken note of something strange.
Under microscopic examination, Ozpin had discovered Clark's Aura didn't permeate his tissues to make them virtuality impenetrable. His cells were actually reacting to the pressure in a way similar to non-Newtonian fluid. A gentle touch and his skin behaved like normal tissue. But the instant a certain amount of pressure was applied it appeared to harden to become harder than any material on Remnant. On top of that, it appeared as though the boy's epidermal cells were actually denser than most. These findings in and of themselves were not so strange.
In his time Ozpin had seen other abilities not too dissimilar to this, although they were nowhere near as quick to react or as strong as Clark's. The ability was exceptional, beyond exceptional in fact, just like everything else Clark displayed. But this simply did not make any sense, adaptive tissue was entirely different from the raw physical strength Clark displayed and could not account for the beams of energy Clark could fire from his eyes, or the fact his Aura did indeed to adapt and move around his body and external objects.
It had been after this revelation Ozpin had realized how foolish he'd been. His own intelligence and abilities had not allowed him to question his initial inference, why would he? He'd come up with a reasonable explanation for Clark's abilities, a lucky combination of the right Semblance coupled with astronomical Aura reserves. It explained everything, of course now he knew how arrogant that was. The hypothesis didn't hold water once examined, but he had convinced himself that was the case.
Granted he had other things on his mind, things much more important than training a student. Things were becoming more serious with Salem, a Maiden's powers had been stolen, something he would admit he thought was impossible. He had greater concerns than explaining why a single student had such strange capacities. But that had begun to change over the past weeks.
Ozpin had begun to become more and more focused on studying Clark. Reviewing test data, going back over old files from when he'd been tracking him. The Headmaster was beginning to think there had been some deeper reason for Clark's unease in their first meeting. He, Ozpin, had not thought too much about how the boy had acted when they had first met face to face. He had attributed it to the boy's dislike of being observed which bordered on phobia and the fact he had just witnessed a traumatic event.
It was becoming clear to Ozpin that Clark's hiding of his abilities was more complex and ran deeper than some kind of aversion to attention. Adaptive biological protection, incalculable strength and speed, reactions faster than comprehension, and energy projection to cap it all off. Ozpin didn't think it was magic, he was intimately familiar with magic and it left tell-tale signs and traces and Clark emitted none of those.
That left only two plausible options left. Clark was either displaying multiple different semblances, something Ozpin had never seen in his expansive life, although he supposed it wasn't impossible. But he didn't think for a moment that's what this was. This was, Clark was something different and the boy had been hiding it from him. Something Ozpin would have thought impossible for this long while he was under such close scrutiny. He was pulled from his train of thought by the sound of a door opening.
"What's up Oz?" a voice said in a mildly confused but still playful tone.
"Qrow, thank you for coming," Ozpin said pleasantly as he turned to face his friend.
"No worries, glad to help you out. But I gotta admit when Goodwitch got ahold of me things seemed a little off, she's worried about you Oz, and looking at you now I can see why," Qrow said in a measured voice giving the Headmaster a look over. Ozpin just chuckled.
"Hehe, I suppose I must look a little disheveled."
"That's a way of putting it, you also look kinda greasy, kinda REAL greasy. When's the last time you slept?" Qrow asked.
"Don't worry about that, I've just come upon some fascinating information and I find myself gripped by a study bug," Ozpin deflected but Qrow wasn't deterred.
"Goodwitch says you've been delegating your duties as Headmaster to her the past few weeks and you seemed to have almost ignored the Salem situation. That's not like you Oz, what's going on?"
"Getting right to the point for once? How refreshing," Ozping said playfully, but Qrow just scowled.
"Oz," he said seriously and Ozpin sighed before meeting his friend's eyes.
"Do you remember Clark Kent?" he asked simply.
"The farm kid you had me trail for a while? It'd be hard to forget that little endeavor, the kid was strong but he was careful, it was a real pain getting a read on him and what he could do...why what's up with him?"
"Nothing, well not exactly, but I'd like you to start tailing him again, immediately and once he returns to school as well." Ozpin offered simply and this seemed to confuse the other man.
"What in the world for? You already convinced him to come here," Qrow asked, clearly confused.
"Some new information has come to light and I need more data, not just what he can do but what he says, his interactions, everything, nothing is inconsequential," Ozpin spoke plainly and Qrow looked visibly shocked.
"What's going on Oz...is this kid dangerous?" he asked his voice suddenly on edge, he was aware of how close the kid was becoming with Ruby and Yang.
"I suppose...in a way, you could say that, but I wouldn't call him a threat," Ozpin answered and this only seemed to confuse Qrow.
"Why do you want me to tail him then if he's not a threat?"
"I need some more data and I feel as though Clark has not been completely honest with me," he said and Qrow gave him a quizzical look.
"Hello pot meet kettle," Qrow quipped.
"I know it may seem a bit hypocritical-" he began but Qrow cut him off.
"Oh no, it's absolutely hypocritical," Qrow said with a small grimace but Ozpin ignored the comment.
"Things are changing in a way I hadn't predicted, I need data and information. You know as well as I do what's at stake," Ozpin said without offering further explanation.
"You gonna tell me what's up?" Qrow asked although his tone seemed to indicate he didn't expect much.
"In time, when I'm sure, although you may find out for yourself. But I need your eyes fresh and clear. No bias from my suspicions," Ozpin said cooly, and Qrow didn't object, not to that at least.
"I don't like this Oz, this isn't like before," Qrow said, his displeasure clear.
"I know, I don't like it much myself, but you are uniquely equipped to do this. Clark has exceptional perceptive abilities, you will need to get significantly closer than before, he'd noticed anyone else. You're the only one I can count on to do this," Ozpin spoke almost sadly.
"Yeah, yeah, no one pays attention to crows," Qrow said flippantly with a small sigh as he turned to leave.
"Thank you," Ozpin said simply. Qrow just gave a small wave to acknowledge the words.
Clark sat at the end of a floating dock, his feet dangling over the edge just above the surface of the water. Letting out a small sigh he skipped a stone across the glassy surface of the lake. The sun as just begun to break the horizon as he let his thoughts travel to the previous night. Things certainly had changed and he was the first to admit he wasn't exactly experienced with how to deal with it.
Clark had managed to extradite himself from Yang's grip without any issue, deftly placing his pillow in her grip once he removed his arm. He'd actually dozed off for a few hours before waking up in a small panic. Clark didn't consider it proper to share a bed with a girl outside a serious relationship, but he couldn't suppress a tiny grin, in spite of his feelings on the propriety of the situation.
He liked her, he liked her a lot. Sure he'd tried to hide it, although apparently, he hadn't done that good a job if Blake was to be believed and he was inclined to think she was. He'd even not admitted to himself for a while, although that was utter foolishness. But after last night things changed and his life had become much more complicated.
He'd convinced himself Yang's behavior had simply been her messing with him. It was a plausible lie to tell him, even if it was a feeble one. She did often flirt with others and try to get a rise out of them, but if he was being honest with himself he had noticed she had changed how she interacted with him, but he just kept telling himself otherwise because if anything did happen between them that would just complicate everything. The same thoughts as last night crept to the front of his mind again, the truth about everything, that thought scared him.
"Life was simpler before her," Clark mumbled to himself as he skipped another stone. But he couldn't suppress a grin. His life had certainly been simpler, but being around Yang gave him this pleasant and exciting fluttering in his stomach, something he had never felt before, not even when he'd asked out Lana.
Clark enjoyed a simple life, but Yang made him not mind the bit of chaos she introduced into his life. Last night Yang had said and done things that made things abundantly clear, but she had been deeply intoxicated and he wasn't sure how genuine it was. Not that he thought she was being dishonest, he was certain what she had said was true. But were her feelings romantic or strictly sexual? Clark wasn't quite sure, he supposed he'd have to wait and see, maybe as soon as she woke up. That thought made Clark's stomach flutter from an emission cocktail of exhilaration and apprehension. That's when he heard the sound of footsteps on the dock behind him. Turning around he saw Blake, still in her sleepwear, walking down the dock towards him.
"Morning Blake, did you sleep well?" Clark asked pleasantly.
"Well enough, not as long as I would have liked, but I just seem incapable of sleeping past dawn anymore," she said through a small smile before stifling a yawn as she sat down next to him.
"Hehe, I know the feeling," Clark said with a small chuckle.
"I gathered as much," she responded before picking up one of the flat stones Clark had gathered and skillfully skipping it across the water.
"Nice one," Clark said before following suit and skipping another stone of his own. The pair sat in silence, enjoying the calm after the previous night's raucous events. After a few minutes however Clark broke the silence.
"So, how'd Ruby do last night?" He asked with mild amusement, a tiny grin twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"About as well as you'd expect I suppose, something of a mess if I'm honest, at least she didn't vomit again," Blake responded as she leaned back and propped herself against a piling, and Clark just laughed.
"Well, that's good, I can't say Yang faired too much better," he said through a chuckle.
"Oh yeah?" She said in a curious tone, one of her eyebrows quirked up.
"Yeah, she stole my tent last night, evidently she thought it hers and my shirt was her pajamas," he said in amusement, and Blake smiled and giggled a fairly rare occurrence. Clark wasn't sure he'd ever even heard her giggle before and it made him happy to see her so at ease.
"Got kicked out huh?" She said through a small snicker.
"I don't mind so much, I like being under the stars," Clark said, not bothering to correct her.
"Kind of funny how it turned out, given last night," she said the second part a little abashedly, though still sounding amused.
"I guess you could say that," he said back a little awkwardly, though Clark would have called it more uncomfortable than funny.
They lapsed back into silence, this one mildly more uncomfortable. Not that it was awkward, but Blake bringing up the conversation from the previous night did stir a few things to the surface, things neither one was admittedly all that good at handling. They were saved from having to make further small tall by the arrival of Weiss, the heels of her shoes clicking on the hardwood of the dock.
"There you two are, I've been looking for someone sober," Weiss said, her tone mildly irritated.
"Hey Weiss, have a seat," Clark offered.
"Don't tell me what to do," she said in a haughty tone, but the tiny smile on her face told him it wasn't serious. Well, that and the fact she promptly sat down next to Clark.
"You don't seem in too bad of shape, I take it you didn't drink last night," Blake said, looking around Clark and giving Weiss a once over.
"Two drinks, no more, that's my limit," she said in an even tone.
"Why's that?" Clark asked without thinking and Weiss seemed to stiffen almost imperceptibly.
"I've seen how alcohol can bite someone," she said simply, her tone was level but it was clear she wasn't about to elaborate.
"So, you were sober when you were arguing with Willie and threw him into the lake because of wood apes?" Blake said in a teasing tone with a sly grin.
"Shut up," Weiss grumbled, her cheeks puffing out and flushing pink from irritation, and perhaps, a bit of embarrassment.
Blake and Clark laughed, and Weiss just glared at them for a moment, seeming like she was going to say something instead she just let out a small, but still exasperated, sigh.
"I suppose you might have a point," she grumbled. "At least I'm not going to be stumbling around in a hungover haze like some people," she said more audibly, gesturing back towards the campsite with a quick nod oh her head.
"Yeah…it's probably going to be pretty rough," Clark said sympathetically as he followed Weiss's gaze to the tents. "Most people just lay around on Saturday and recover," he finished simply.
"Ruby's going to be a mess, and Yang might no be much better," Blake said, a mild tint of amusement in her voice.
"I wonder if they'll remember anything," Clark wondered aloud, half hoping Yang wouldn't remember what she had done, yet at the same time wanting her to remember.
"Who knows, time will tell," Weiss said with a small shrug.
"It could be interesting, Ruby said some…odd things last night," Blake said slyly and almost teasingly and throwing Clark a look.
"She's not the only one then," Clark said back which caused a slight shock to flash across Blake's face before a minute small spread across her face.
"Ahem, if you two are done speaking in code, I think we should go check on our teammates," Weiss said abruptly in a tone much sterner than Clark would have thought appropriate. However, he supposed, she had a point.
"Alright, let's go see how bad things are," Blake said plainly as she stood up, Clark and Weiss soon followed suit and the trio began to walk down the dock and back towards the shore.
"How bad is it normally?" Weiss asked as they passed by a tent in which the groans of misery could be heard.
"Depends," Clark said simply with a small shrug, and Weiss shot him an irritated look and he grinned. "I think they're going to be in for a rough morning," he said plainly.
"Ruby especially, she went a little off the deep end," Blake said plainly.
"You don't say?" Weiss said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, Blake just shrugged.
As they approached their campsite, they all saw a rather disheveled Yang stumbling out of the treeline behind Clark's tent. Her hair was a mess and she had one hand clutching her head as the other was propped against a tree, to keep herself steady.
"Ugh, don't go back there," she grumbled as she wiped her mouth.
"Morning sunshine, how ya feeling?" Clark teased quietly, and even this seemed to cause her pain.
"Please don't shout," she moaned miserably.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"I've never felt this bad before, what the hell is in Riot Punch…Demerol?" she asked, and Clark shrugged.
"Mostly pure grain alcohol I think," he said simply.
"Whatever, I don't think I've ever been that drunk before," she groaned.
"Really?" Clark said a little amused.
"I didn't do anything stupid…did I?" she asked hesitantly.
"What does singing count as?" Clark asked in an amused tone.
Yang groaned miserably and pull Clark's shirt up over her face, the shirt still being large enough to still comfortably cover her body. She seemed to finally realize what she wearing and grumbled through the fabric.
"I think I stole your shirt, Clark."
"You know what, I think so too," he snickered and she just groaned again.
"I'm not responsible for anything I said or did last night, that was party Yang," she defended herself anemically as she made her way towards her own tent before flopping down on her sleeping bag and pulling her pillow over her head.
"Blaaake, can you get me some water?" she whined, the pillow muffling her voice.
"Sure thing," the other girl replied with an amused look on her face.
"I'm going to check on Ruby, make sure she's still breathing," Weiss deadpanned as she walked over to one of the other tents.
Clark could hear the soft snoring from Ruby's tent, the girl still sounded dead asleep but Clark could tell it wasn't going to be a fun time for Ruby when she woke up. If Yang was having this hard a time, he could only imagine how bad Ruby would have it.
As Weiss unzipped the tent Clark could hear Ruby's breathing change, which in turn led to a change in her heart rate. She was waking up, and Clark could tell by the pitiable groans of misery that what everyone had predicted was indeed occurring.
"Ruby, are you still alive?" Weiss asked in what Clark supposed passed as a joking manner for her.
"Don't talk to me, I'm dead right now, let me rest in peace," Ruby whined before unknowingly mimicking her sister and pulling her own pillow over her head in an attempt to block out light and sound.
"She's alive," Weiss called out in a nonchalant tone, but Clark could just make out the smallest twinge of amusement buried in her voice.
"No, I'm not, I died last night…why did I do this?" she whimpered, her voice sounding like it was nearly cracking.
This display seemed to soften whatever amusement Weiss was getting out of Ruby's discomfort. She crouched down and gently placed a hand on the other girl's back. Moving her hand in slow circles.
"I'll get you something that'll help," Weiss said in a tone just barely above a whisper.
"Thank you," Ruby whispered back, her hand finding Weiss' and squeezing it desperately.
"Just hang in there," Weiss responded with a small smile, patting her hand gently. With that, she stood up and walked off.
"Looks like it's gonna be a lazy day," Clark said plainly to no one in particular when a low voice grumbled a response behind him.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Willie groused as he walked up. He looked disheveled, tired, and wearing a large pair of sunglasses.
"So you didn't drown," Clark said with a grin.
"Yeah," was all Willie said in response, his normal energetic attitude clearly muted by his hangover.
"You kind of got what you deserved, you were poking her all night. You can't be mad that she finally snapped," Clark said.
"First off, I can be mad if I want," he growled. "But I ain't mad, just not feelin' well, I think we kind of overdid it last night," he said unhappily as he began to chew on some antacid tablets.
"Really? You don't say," Clark said in mock surprise.
"Don't get smart with me, it's your little girlfriend's fault. She kept goading people on until it became a self-sustaining shitshow," Willie grumble through a mouthful of chalky tablets before washing them down with water.
"Yang's not my girlfriend," Clark said back, trying to sound cool but feeling the heat of embarrassment up his neck.
"Sure, and that's not your shirt she wearing," Willie said flippantly and Clark's face turned red from his neck up to his hairline.
"Nothing happened," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
"Uh-huh," Willie said nonchalantly.
"I'm telling you, nothing happened," he said more firmly.
"That's why she had you pinned against a tree last night, for nothing?" He whispered slyly and conspiratorially.
"I…you saw…" Clark stammered and he could swear he almost steam shot out from under his shirt collar.
"Look Clark, I'm not going to tell you how to live your life. Same something or don't, but you gotta know if you don't someone will. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go pass out," Willie said seriously, patting Clark on the shoulder as he passed.
Clark just watched him go. He knew he was right, frankly, it wasn't a wonder Yang wasn't seeing anyone yet. Granted her life was what some would call hectic, especially when compared to others at Beacon. He knew she had turned some people down, but there was no way that would last forever. If he didn't say anything he'd miss his chance.
"I'll talk to her later," Clark muttered to himself as he walked back to camp.
The rest of the day went more or less as Clark would have guessed. Most people didn't get up until well after noon, and even then they were lethargic and generally not that pleasant. There was plenty of water drinking and sports drinks and slowly people were starting to come back around to normal, and things were starting to pick up. Nothing like last the previous night, there wasn't much drinking, but the revelry was definitely on the rise after a rough morning.
Things seemed to be normal, at least for the most part. Clark had been trying to get Yang alone, to try and talk with her, but it was proving strangely difficult. He could seem to pin her down, or if he did she seemed to wander off. It was almost like she was avoiding him, which didn't seem like something she would do, but he couldn't think of any other explanation. If he didn't talk to her soon he was sure his nerve would fail him, but Yang seemed determined to avoid him.
Before long, in what seemed like a moment the sun had begun to set and Clark was feeling a little dejected. Nothing had happened between them, not really, and Yang didn't even seem to remember anything, and yet it appeared as though things had changed between them. The thought of a ruined friendship and the rejection he felt had put Clark in something of a melancholic mood, so he had taken to walking through the woods in an attempt to clear his mind.
As he walked further and further in Clark could hear the sounds of fireworks going off as spirits rose. But soon all the sounds began to thin and muffle as he began to make his way to a favorite spot of his. As he walked he absentmindedly plucked up a boulder and tossed it up and down, just to keep his hands busy as he lost himself in his thoughts.
After finding the place he was looking for, a small clearing deep in the woods, he sat on a stump and looked up at the shattered moon of Remanent. He thought about last night, this morning, his life, where he came from, and what that would mean for all his relationships in the future, not just potential romantic ones. Secrets don't work, not when you want to build something, so he made a decision. If anything did happen with Yang, which unfortunately seemed unlikely now, he'd tell her the truth, the entire truth.
Having reached this decision Clark looked down at what had once been a boulder the size of a melon was now reduced to the size and shape of a golfball. The lack of rubble told Clark that he had absentmindedly compressed the stone and polished it to a fine shine.
"Huh? Didn't mean to do that," Clark muttered to himself.
"Didn't mean to do what?" a voice asked.
Clark turned around in surprise to see Yang standing in the clearing. He'd been so wrapped up in his own thought she hadn't heard her approach.
"Nothing," he said quickly "Um, what are doing here?" Clark asked awkwardly.
"Looking for you, Willie told me you might be here," she said simply.
"Oh, I kind of thought you were avoiding me," Clark said sheepishly.
"Hehe, I kind of was," she said rubbing the back of her neck and looking away, almost looking abashed.
"Oh…" Clark said, his voice clearly conveying his mood.
"No, nothing like that, there's nothing wrong…I don't think," she said hurriedly, almost panicked.
"Then why avoid me?" Clark asked, now thoroughly confused.
"Would you buy that I'm embarrassed?" she said sheepishly, before letting out an awkward chuckle.
"Well…" was all Clark could say, he didn't really have a good response.
"I don't really remember, but I feel like I should be ashamed of something I did last night. That and the fact I woke up in your tent, in your shirt…did I do anything…inappropriate to you last night?" she asked, the nervousness in her voice evident.
Clark looked her in the eye and saw she was legitimately concerned. This coupled with the phrasing of "to you" told Clark she was feeling some kind of guilt for her actions, actions she didn't even remember. Clark couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, not the full truth.
"How bad would you consider accidentally stealing my shirt and tent," he said in what he hoped sounded like a joking manner.
"I didn't upset you by doing…anything?" she asked, sounding almost confused.
"I'm fine Yang, really," he said with a gentle smile.
"Good," she said through a deep sigh of relief. "I don't want to be giving you any ideas," she teased.
Clark was so focused on her relief and what she said, that he missed how she had said it and the playful tone in her voice.
"We should probably get back to the party," said, his kind tone not fully hiding the disappointment, but luckily Yang didn't seem to notice.
"Do…do you want to walk me back?" she asked with a hopeful tone in her voice.
"I'll meet you back there, I just want to enjoy the quite a bit longer," Clark answered in a perfectly pleasant manner, once again having missed the suggestion in her voice and the mild look of disappointment that flashed across her face before she plastered a grin on her face.
"Roger that boy scout, I'll see ya in a bit," she said merrily, and she turned to leave.
Clark watched her go, realizing he should have said something, that he still could, but he didn't. His self-doubts and insecurities had hindered him, what she had said last night compared to what she had just said had him confused and conflicted.
"You're a coward," Clark growled to himself as he stared down at the compressed stone.
Clark's eyes moved up to the shattered moon, and memories of the night that had started all this came back to him. The explosion of gunfire, the blood, Ozpin, the terror of being discovered for what he was. All these memories came flooding back and mixed with his anger at himself and his confusion. Then suddenly, and without thinking he pulled his arm back and mimicked what he had done with the twisted metal slug he had caught, only this time with much more force.
The moment the stone left his hand the air cracked as the sphere left his hand. The sound was luckily masked by distant fireworks, but the streaking light caused by the friction with the air was more conspicuous. Neither of these things however compared to the fragment of the moon that seemed to disappear in a burst of dust where Clark had aimed his throw.
Clark just stared, mildly worried someone would have noticed, but for once in his life, he wasn't terribly worried. The woods were quiet, there was no one around. Everything was still and he couldn't hear anything around, except for the sound of ruffling feathers from a lone bird.