"Alright Torvi, now breathe" Said Blake behind Torvi, helping her adjust her aim.

The two started the weekend at the school-provided gun range. Blake was currently helping Torvi adjust to range weapons. Ruby argued that she should of been the one to do so, but Blake countered that her guns were similar to Torvi's, meaning that she was the best suited to train her in gun play.

She lets go of Torvi and stands back. "Breathe and... Fire!" and Torvi pulls the trigger of her revolver. The force make her arm recoil, throwing her aim off and missing the target completely.

In her frustration, Torvi pulls out her Hatchet and chucks it at the target, landing dead center. "Why can't... I... do that?" she questions harshly.

"Because it would mean you would lose one of your weapons. Especially the one with the longer range than your dagger". Blakes sighs, "Look, I know this is frustrating, but a good aim doesn't happen in a day. Just gotta be patient. Okay Torvi?"

The shaman scoffs, goes over to the target, pulls out her hatchet, before turning to exit the gun range. Ever since she told team RWBY and JNPR of Ozpin's plan they have been on her like bees and honey, always coming to her with their "lesson of the day". It was entertaining, but annoying at the same time.

What was most annoying was that it was all for a 'problem' she didn't even consider a problem. In matter of fact, there was no problem with her! "Learn control" Ozpin said. "It'll be good for you" he said.

Oh, how much she wanted to just laugh in his face. She was a do-er. A warrior. She doesn't stand and think, she just do. It doesn't matter what world she was in, in Heathmoor or Remnant, people of action always make change. They live for the action. They never wait as does Torvi.

And then there was the whole "killing people is wrong" they keep spewing out.

BLAH!

They're too weak that's why. They don't have the spine for it!

They just don't see the fun in gutting and then feasting on your enemy's bones!

Ever since she returned back from Ozpin's office, when he told her to learn control, every student around her has backed away in fear or disgust, remembering what she almost did to one of their own. Even now, as she walked the halls, everyone made sure to be far away from her as possible or they would suffer the same fate as Cardin, who was currently hospitalized.

It was just the way she liked it. Feared. She was feared like so many of her sisters back in Valkenheim and it filled her with pride to know she still got it, that she could inspire fear. And in fear, no one would dare to touch her. She was the killer everyone feared and she loved it.

The only ones not so fearful were team RWBY and JNPR. For instance, Nora's been constantly asking her to hang out and make pancakes with her. First time they did, Nora passed out because, as she said, Torvi's pancakes were "Just so goooooooood...".

Then there was Ruby. Innocent Ruby. She was the kindest out of them all, always wanting to hear more about her, but never getting anything but scraps.

Strangely though, it didn't bother her so much. She was actually... relieved that they don't completely fear her.

In truth, lately her chest had been twisting and churning itself whenever the idea of telling them about her world comes to mind. She didn't understand it. She knew she had to keep this to herself and to people like Ozpin and Glynda, but when it came to the eight teens she's been associating with...

Let's just tell them already!

No! If they knew, there's no telling what would happen.

Oh, come on! What's the worst that's gonna happen?

They blab to others?

News spread?

The whole world on our doorstep?

Never in her years as a shaman has she heard her voices so conflicted. They disagreed on things before, but most were usually on the same page. However, now, it was an even, 50/50 split and she didn't know which to go for.

"Hey, Torvi!" yelled out a male voice. She turns to see Jaune running up to her.

Strange she thought. Out of all the teens, the blonde boy was the one she has interacted with the least, next to Weiss.

He ran up to her and panted, clearly out of breathe. "What?" she said.

He pants for a few more seconds before finally regaining his breathe. "Want to train with me?"

She arches an eyebrow at him. Was he serious? He didn't even look someone who could defend themselves. He was tall with some muscles, but not enough to fit the warrior type everyone in this school fit into. He looked weak. There was no doubt about it.

"Why?"

"Well... Pyrrha is out in the city and I usually train with her so I thought why not?" he chuckled.

"Why... not with... ginger girl or... green man?" she questioned, forgetting the names of Jaune's other teammates.

"Nora and Ren? Well, they're off doing their own thing and I thought considering me and you haven't spent much time together, this might be the perfect opportunity to get to know each other" he reasoned.

She looks at him questioning, weighing the options she had but in the end, seeing that she had nothing to do at the moment, she agrees. She sighs. "Sure..."

The two made their way to the gym. It was a big room, filled with all sorts of gym equipment with a locker room and sauna nearby. In the middle of the room though was a boxing ring, ropes fencing the area.

"What... want to do?" Torvi asks. Along with the lessons from the teens, her speech was improving slightly, having less pauses and losing its roughness from being neglected for so long.

"How about we use the machines?" he suggests. The shaman shrugs and heads towards the treadmills.

Having no experience using machinery of any kind, things happen. Torvi stood on the mill as she mulled over the buttons. Deciding to just press with no regard, she increased the speed until she was sent flying off the treadmill.

"Are you okay?" Jaune asks, concerned.

Aggravated, Torvi storms off to the dumbbells. "Fine!"

Jaune turns off the machine and joins Torvi. It surprised him more than it should have that he saw Torvi lifting the heaviest set out of all the dumbbells. The 150kg set but only using one bell, alternating hands.

"Wow" the blonde boy said, astonished. He didn't even think Yang could lift those without difficulty.

Torvi took Jaune's expression with pride, smirking. He joins her, but using only the 12kg set, one of the lighter ones but that didn't change the difficulty he was facing lifting the things.

Torvi rolls her eyes at the boy, feeling as though this was going to last the entire training session.

They move on to other machines. Time after time, Jaune proved how physically inept he was. Bench presses with little weights, treadmill-running on the lowest setting, etc. It irritated the shaman further than she was after she left Blake. Just how was this boy here?!

They were currently doing push-ups together and to Torvi's surprise, he was doing better than she thought, but still not good enough. She growls as she stands up and then walks over to the ring in the room. She finds gloves near the stairs and she straps them on before tossing a pair to Jaune.

"Ring... now"

Jaune looks hesitant but follows her wishes as he follows her lead. They enter the ring, gloves on, and face each other.

"Hit me" Torvi tells Jaune.

"W-What? Aren't we suppose to fight each other?" he questions.

"No... Hit me"

Jaune looks at her questioningly before slowly, like a newborn calf, he steps up to her and throws a punch at her to her face. It was clear just from the punch that he has no confidence. She easily ducks under the punch.

"Again... but better" she spits out.

He punches again. And again. And again, but it was always met with an easy dodge. Torvi had hoped that the boy had some shining potential in him, but it was either she was wrong of it was buried deep in the scrawny boy.

And people say she doesn't belong here? Look at the boy! He practically has no skill whatever! Is that sword and shield he carries around just for show?

If there was one thing Torvi hated, it was people who couldn't take care of themselves. And it was clear that Jaune just can't. She could tell he was babied, always walking with a hand on his shoulder but what would happen when that hand went away?

He would crumble.

She has seen many warriors in her life in her previous world. Some of whom who were just like the boy in front of her; weak with nothing to offer yet still tried to be something they couldn't.

Frustrated, Torvi's eyes glow slightly before she catches one of Jaune's punches and pushes him down. "Pathetic!" she spat out.

Jaune looks at her, surprised and hurt. She continues. "You... no warrior! You weak!" she yelled at him.

She stares down at Jaune's scared look and she chuckles humorlessly. "And...and people say... I don't belong". She then looks at him dead in the eyes. "Go home... GO!"

Jaune looks up at her, hurt, feeling the truth and weight of her words as if they were a boulder. She wasn't wrong either. He didn't belong at Beacon. He lied his way in using made-up papers. It was because of that fact that Cardin pushed him around for a time, threatening to snitch on him. He looks away from Torvi, solemn, feeling his heart being to crack.

But then he taught about Pyrrha. How she believes he's destined for more. That there is more to him than he realized. She is even training him because she knows he can be more.

Steeling his nerves, he gets back up . "No". Having always being listen to, Torvi stares at him surprised. "I'm won't just run away. Not even from you Torvi"

Gritting her teeth, she moves at him, avoids his punches and pushes him down again. "WHY?!" she screams at him, outraged. "You... weak!"

"Yeah I'm weak! I won't deny it. I'm probably the weakest guy in the school, but...". He clenches his fist. "I'm always willing to improve! I don't care what you say!" and he moves in again, assaulting Torvi with a myriad of punches.

She dodges them while staring at Jaune's determined disposition. She looked in his eyes to see a fire burning in them. She saw he was making an effort, despite the huge skill gap between them. She saw the acknowledgement that he was indeed one of the weakest students in the school, yet he was still trying.

He aimed to be strong even if that was not who he was because he knew he had the potential. That he CAN do it.

She catches both his fist before pushing him back down again. "Stop" Torvi said.

He stops as she says, panting, clearly out of breathe. She goes behind him and nudges his legs apart, improving his stance. She then moves his arms closer to his body and returns to facing him.

"Swinging wildly... not even... I do that. Hit me"

He returns to punches her but she she caught his fist and pushed him, he did not fall down. He smiles as does she.

They go at each other for an hour, taking brief breaks before resuming. He never landed a solid hit on her throughout that entire time until the near end.

He threw a punch at Torvi where she dodged it, but it grazed her chin. He didn't feel it and continued on with throwing punches but Torvi did.

"Stop" she tells Jaune. He does as he is instructed. She looks to the clock, seeing that it was nearing seven, the sun being to go down outside the window.

"We done... Continue... next time"

Jaune nods, sweat dripping off him as he worked himself hard. "Gotcha. This was actually really fun. Can't wait to see what we do next time" he says eagerly. "Oh and don't worry about your words. They were nothing... mostly" he then chuckles.

She nods at him before leaving the gym, leaving him to his own devices. She walks aimlessly, unsure of what to do.

She ponders about Jaune. She had to admit, he was weak but has a spirit that rivaled the gods. He admitted to being weak didn't let that stop him from improving.

Not so sure about the boy.

Yeah, but he isn't so bad.

If he can change... can we?

She ponders the question. She was a woman of action. She will always run head first into danger without a second thought. There was no way she can be patient. She can't learn control herself.

She stops walking.

Can't? When was there a time she couldn't do something? She is Torvi Birgerdottir! She is a Viking, a daughter of strong warriors! Warriors that have faced countless challenges, but have always came out on top! If she wanted to burn the whole school down, then she will. She is strong, but like Jaune, knows that she can be stronger. There will always be room for improvement!

She will always be who she is: the killer shaman from Valkenheim. But that didn't mean she was stuck in one place.

She walks to the gun range and shifts her knife into a revolver. She turns on the target and starts shooting. The recoil and power is something she will have to get used to but she continues shooting at the target only to miss again and again.

She does not relent. She loads another dust round into the gun. She takes a deep breathe and focuses on her target, imaging it to be another person, running away with their back turned to her. She takes aim and fires.

And she misses the center, but makes it on the target, on the outer edge of the target.

She smiles, realizing her potential.

Baby steps.

Just gotta be patient.