I COMETH WITH A NEW A CAHPTER! Also, I sincerely apologies for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors that you may come across.

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As soon as the fight began, Weiss had decided to go on the defensive on her opponent rather than finish the fight immediately. Her arrogance and opinion of the blonde boy stopping her from turning him into netted ham. Weiss simply stood straight with Myrtenaster held at the ready and observed her opponent or, in her personal opinion, breathing training dummy as he simply stood there with his stance still in effect, sword held high on his shoulders and shield covering his entire torso. He wasn't moving, Jaune just stood there like a life like statue, his eyes seemingly vacant and devoid of thought or life. Weiss, for the first time since she's met him, began worry about the boy.

'Why isn't he moving?' Weiss thought, trying to understand why the team leader was not doing anything.

'Is he undergoing some sort of extreme stress response?' A few seconds ticked by and Jaune still held his static state as if he was thrown outside the flow of time. Ruby on the other hand was watching with incredible concerned for Jaune.

'What are you doing, Jaune? Why aren't you moving?' Ruby's silent gaze continued to fall upon the wannabe knight of beacon, considering about calling Ms. Goodwitch to see what was wrong her her fellow team leader.

"ARC! Snap out of it and focus!..." Weiss yelled at her sparring partner. His passive and almost lifeless features did not move to speak or even react as he held his weapons in place. Weiss shook her head and steeled her resolve, coming to a conclusion the revolved around him simply trying to catch her off guard under the illusion of being inattentive.

Unbeknownst to the girls, Jaune's mind was being bombarded with visions. Visions of himself...he watched himself being born and as his mother, father and all seven of his sisters gathered around and smiled sweetly at his small crying chubby baby body.

He watched himself live through the entirety of his childhood with absolute clarity as a helpless baby grew into a tall yet lanky boy with a hunger for adventure and a craving for justice for he grew up watching tacky superhero shows and listening to tales from his uncle regarding his family name, things such as his old childhood friends pestering him about stories that his uncle used to tell him for years to small things like how he used collect smooth pebbles from the lake near his village and paint faces on them.

He watched himself grow into a young teen that was slowly filled with envy and fear as he watched his sisters become the brave heroes that were destined to protect the people of remnant while he was stuck at home tending and harvesting crops with his father, helping his mother with cooking and chores and being homeschooled by his Aunt. He watched himself pick up Crocea Mors for the first time as the ancient blade filled him with some sense of direction and purpose.

But most importantly, He watched himself grow through his doubt and sorrow along with the love and care of those he was close to and remembered his resolve, his reason for coming to beacon in the first. He wanted to make his family proud and help those in need. He just wanted to be a good and strong person. He just wanted to be the achieving and successful son for his parents, the strong and smart nephew for his uncle and aunt and the dependable and sturdy brother for his seven sweet sisters. He wanted to contribute to not just his family name but also to the family that he has...and he felt guilty for running away without saying a word.

A part of him wanted to just drop it all and just run back home to see his family again to apologize for disappearing to a school he was never prepared for, but another part of him insisted that he stays in Beacon to fulfill his promise as an Arc and to honor his Uncle's actions to help him along with the respect and friendships that he had built with those here. Jaune's soul was racked with confusion and discord as everything that brought him up to this point made themselves clear before him.

His life had literally flashed before his very eyes...

('Aahhh...so that's how you are here. This is good. I can work with this.')

Half a minute had passed and Jaune still wasn't moving. Weiss' patience was running thin once again whilst Ruby looked on towards the two, ready to leap into action in case something went wrong.

"AAAAHH!" Suddenly, Jaune had jumped out of his dazed statue like state with a sharp yet clumsy hop as a shrill shriek rushed out of his mouth, leaving him to falling onto his backside with audible "OOF!" and arms spread wide while miraculously still clinging to Crocea Mors despite the abrupt and chaotic outburst. Though he wasn't the only one who pierced the heavens the glass shattering pitch of his voice.

Both Weiss and Ruby had also voiced their surprise.

"AHHH!" Ruby jumped slightly with a small scream, eyes wide with shock more so than fear and hand clutching her chest to slow her heart rate as packets of medical supply scattered before her due to her arms flicking into action from the sudden surprise.

"AHH!" Weiss, on the other hand, had already had the dust function of her weapon at the ready and in her surprise from Jaune's sudden return from being an inanimate object and banshee like scream, she had instinctually activated the fire dust function on Myrtenaster which sent a ball of fire roaring towards the downed and unsuspecting boy. Just as it happened Ruby had reacted immediately shot up from her seat.

"JAUNE!"

At that moment Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl and Jaune's awareness flooded back with force of a tsunami created by an intensity ten earthquake, though...there was something different. As the boy finally registered his situation, a quick and unnatural flash glanced over his eyes as they rested upon the barreling fireball 2 feet away from his face. The blistering heat had already started to eat away at his aura and the trajectory of the projectile was going to find it's destination...right at the center of his face and with this in mind, the blonde blundering buffoon of beacon only had one thought in mind.

('Shite.')

'Shite.'

...or two.

Eyes widening at the prospect of having all of his hair burn off of his scalp, Jaune grit his teeth and brought bent in his legs and tensed his back, all the while bringing his shield up with unexpected speed. The fireball landed with enough force to send the shield bared skidding a few inches on the ground but nonetheless doing no damage to it's target.

Inhale "Whew..." Ruby exhaled her relief in seeing Jaune stopping the fireball with his shield. The Miraculous action left her quiet surprised in a good way.

'I think that's the fastest I've ever seen Jaune move. Pyrrha's training has gotta be working on him.' With that Ruby sagged back into her seat calmly.

'I hope it's enough to help at least not get skewered by Weiss.' The Red Reaper grimaced slightly.

"Welp, time to start looking for all that stuff I dropped." And disappeared into the seats to search for her medical supplies for Jaune.

Weiss on the other hand composed herself quickly, blushing at the sudden break in her integrity but nonetheless was impressed at the boy's seemingly improved reflexes despite his brain ceasing in it's function for half a minute.

"SOrRY!" Jaune's voiced cracked upon issuing his apology. His mind desperately trying to make sense of his predicament he felt confused, dizzy and most importantly...Incredibly humored, much to his own surprise.

"Hmph!" Weis huffed her acknowledgement towards Jaune's apology and hoping not to have another incident of him going brain dead for a few seconds, charged immediately.

The fight had finally began.

Weiss, in a flash, dashed into the air and twirled her way to Juane sword in hand, ready to slice him into ribbons. Jaune on the other hand quickly recovered to assume the new stance that he had picked from his head, shield held high and sword rested on his shoulder but as he found his balance, time seemed to have slowed again. Jaune's eyes darted all over Weiss' graceful form and saw something that made his mouth water...her fingers.

('Fingers...')

'Fingers..'

Weiss' left hand which held her faithful blade was completely unprotected by any proper means. Jaune's eyes darted towards his blade which seemed to thirst for blood then back at his opponent's left hand and then back to his blade then back to his opponent and finally made a decision.

('Why is she so predictable...isn't she supposed to be one of the best?')

'Why is she so predictable...Wait...how am I doing this?'

As soon as Weiss began to bring her blade down upon the her fellow student's head from above him, smirking and all, she felt a sharp pain hot pain befall on her left hand. Jaune had struck her left hand with speed and power unseen from him before as his shield was slightly brought higher to stop the tip of the rapier from striking him. As Weiss was stunned from the unexpected attack courtesy of extreme hand pain, Jaune had taken the opportunity to flick away the rapier with his shield then proceeded to viciously bash Weiss across the face with the shield rim with such explosive force that it sent her careening a good 30 meters away, granting them both distance.

Weiss was completely dumbfounded by the simple triple action exchange exchange. Under usual circumstances she would just slide back up to fight but her brain was currently trying process what just happened as she recovered from the unexpected pain stinging her left hand the right side her face.

'Jaune Arc does not react to anything faster than a dust round. Jaune Arc does not strike with the speed that can rival most students in the academy. Jaune Arc most definitely does not bare such strength that can throw people several meters away! Though most importantly, JAUNE ARC DOES NOT CHARGE THAT FAST!'

Weiss was brought out of her stupor as Jaune had covered the distance between her within the average human reaction time, in simple terms, really fucking fast. Shield still defiant to her strikes and arm crossing his torso leaving his sword behind him like a sharp metal tail beside the left side of his hip, Jaune's stance left virtually no openings in front of him, courtesy of the shield.

Weiss immediately summoned an ice wall before her in response, dashing backwards like an world champion ice skater as her glyphs martialized beneath her only for the Ice wall to Broken apart like a mirror on a wall and at the center of it all was the sight of a crescent adorned shield that hid it's wielder well as his incredibly dilated eyes focused upon her as if she was prey to a ferocious predator. Weiss can almost see a savage and feral snarl behind the top of the metal board.

'WHAT THE HELL!?' Weiss' mind was working over time now, trying to find a way to defend herself against the monster before her that had crashed through her most utilized form of defense as if it never existed.

'How is he doing this? HOW IS HE DOING THIS!?' Weiss shocked face was graced with a tint of fear. Her hand still aching from the initial engagement, throwing of her focus somewhat. Soon the blue eyed wolf in golden sheep's clothing closed the distance once again but Weiss had brought herself together and materialized a glyph before her. The Schnee, in her desperation and confusion had used one of the most expensive forms of dust she had, a dust she would usually only reserve for her most difficult opponents; gravity dust.

Crocea Mors' blade was merely centimeters from giving her a new facial scar as the Arc's legs were stuck to the ground by a black Schnee glyph. Weiss spun away again and she stopped multiple glyphs surrounded the boy in a circular formation while the Schnee stood back from beyond the radius that her glyphs covered. Weiss was able to relax now, she had room to breath. Taking a moment to look at her trapped opponent, the boy's face was visible now. Although face was neutral and relaxed, his eyes were harsh. It made a strange and an uncanny combination made her breathe quicken in nervousness.

'Questions later, I have to stay focused.'

Making a gesture with her hands, the ice dust imbued with the glyphs materialized into narrow sharp, spear-like shards and making another gesture with some elaborate spinning, the shards then sprung as if shot from a ballista. Now, this trick would usually work for Weiss and is indeed her favorite way to deal a lot of damage in a very short amount of time, often using it as a trump card and rarely used it until the time is right to ensure a tactical advantage but...

('I wonder...')

'I wonder...'

Weiss thought she could could finally land a damaging blow against the (not so now) clumsy knight after an embarrassingly long one sided skirmish between the two but unfortunately for her, Jaune proceeded to do something so unexpected that it would have made Nora Valkyrie of all people look on in brain melting confusion. Just as the Ice shards were about to strike him down the Arc had willingly face planted into the ground and onto the glyph causing them all to miss. Normally this would render an opponent completely immobile and Weiss knew this but Jaune still had a trick up his sleeve or should we say in his lungs.

Upon the shattering *crash* of the ice shards, Jaune had made himself quite intimate with floor, much to Weiss confusion. Though confused, Weiss thought that she had finally won the bout until she she heard the sound of something akin to that of a fleshy vacuum cleaner and to her horror and curiosity, saw something she never knew was even physically possible.

JAUNE WAS SNORTING THE FUCKING GRAVITY DUST OUT OF HER GLYPH THROUGH HIS LEFT NOSRTIL!

As Jaune had fell onto the glyph right his index finger had be placed on the right of his nose, pressing against the right side of his nostril, blocking the it. His other nostril was free though and with a mighty release of breath and the use of only his left nostril free of constriction, he sniffed...violently. Soon the gravity dust that was laced upon the glyph that trapped him had been ripped away from it's original place of residents only to find it's way safely into his lungs. It took only two seconds as Weiss looked on with absolute shock and horror, her mind scrambling for rhyme or reason to explain what she had just witnessed.

'No...that's...THAT'S COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE! ...How? How is he still going? ...He should be dead right now... Just a small amount of Dust when ingested or inhaled reacts badly with one's biology and aura, causing them spasm and die a horrible death inflicted by the respective element of each type of dust, gravity being one of the most horrible due to the deformities it can cause...but...HOW IS HE EXTRACTING IT OUT OF MY GLYPH!?'

Mouth wide agape, arms hanging loosely to the side and eyes creasing in disgust, Weiss only looked on as every single grain of gravity dust was being stolen from her glyph and inhaled into the beast's nefarious nose and soon, unrestricted by Weiss Schnee's proudest technique, the beast dashed towards the Ice Queen with weightless speed thanks to the Gravity coursing through his respiratory system and delivered the most meanest left handed, heater shield enforced uppercut know to remnant.

('Well, that worked.')

'Well, that worked.'

The power of the strike was so violent that as soon as it made contact with Weiss' chin, the kinetic energy cause by the impact and the variables created a loud *crack* not too dissimilar to that of gunshot. But, before Weiss was sent careening several feet in the air to have her head and upper torso imbedded into the ceiling, Jaune's hands had snapped themselves around the Schnee's legs...and then proceeded to smash her against the floor repeatedly, Loki and Hulk style. Five Concussions later, Jaune had yeeted the poor girl across the arena, sending her tumbling several feet away.

The fight so far had been nothing like one what would see from a huntsman and huntress bout. Huntsmen fights involved elaborate long winded moves and twirls that showed off great power and grace that lasted for minutes as the battlefield became a stage and the fighters as it's dancers. This, though...This shit is more like what you would see in an incredibly armed bar fight to the death. No incredibly long sequences of sparkling combat dances as colors whisk across the air, no, none of that, Instead we get a fight that's most likely going to end in roughly less then twenty moves in contrast to the hundreds that huntsmen usually perform. It was painful, brutal, dangerous, and one wrong move can send you into an entire universe of hurt.

You see, Huntsmen are not specialized to fight against other huntsmen. A huntsman's way of fighting relies on powerful, but heavily predictable spinning strikes that require the use of ones entire body weight to fight giant monsters that have absolutely no sense of fighting technique. Of course, huntsmen would indeed occasionally fight other aura users such as illegal aura users or rogue huntsmen but this happens far too rarely to be considered a staple in the way huntsmen are trained. This means that nine times out of ten, when fighting other aura users or rogue huntsmen, the shit these bastards pull up are completely improvised as they spin around like human bey-blades that also have the ability to shoot bullets.

The reason why huntsmen are trained this way is because every huntsmen has a unique weapon of choice that they made themselves and due to the variety of the weapons found in huntsmen hands, training huntsmen how to use each of their weapons in the most efficient way they can was simply not possible and thus a new fighting style was born. Though it is practically worthless against human opponents, it was perfect for consistently slaying Grimm of all shapes and sizes. It was a fighting style the relied on momentum, pacing, and rhythm. It was basically a dance and it showed when huntsmen would fight each other. A pace would be chosen at first by one of the fighters, then came the rhythm and soon momentum would naturally build up as it went on.

It's quite poetic when you think about it due to the nature of the Grimm and their attraction to negative emotions. Dancing is a common method of relieving stress and most negative emotions. Think of the Grimm as the representation of the bad things in life, every moment of doubt, sorrow and pain and huntsmen as people who simply dance as a way to forget or even solve their problems as they allow themselves to be lost to what they do. Huntsmen literally dance their problems (The Grimm) away.

So, unless you were using a more conventional weapon like a normal spear or sword, you're going to be taught how to dance instead of fight. Hey, if it looks stupid and it works, it's not stupid.

Weiss slowly brought herself up from one knee as she gritted through teeth, there was pain everywhere, especially after she was pummeled into the ground by her legs. She brought herself up and saw glint on the ground several feet away from her. Myrtenaster. Her eyes widened in fear...she was disheveled, she was in pain but most importantly, she was unarmed.

*step step step*

Snapping her head around she saw him. Circling around her her as he tip toed with surprising speed thanks the effects of the gravity dust that he had somehow inhaled out of one of her her own glyphs. She still couldn't find herself believing it even though she had seen with her own two eyes.

*step step step*

Jaune continued to circle Weiss with malicious intent and consistent pacing. Moving in the guard stance that he assumed at the beginning of the bout. Eyes peering above the infernal shield that had caused such humiliation.

'How?...How?...' Her mind simply echoed that question. On and on her psyche tried to find an explanation on how she was losing to one of the most incompetent fighters in the entire school. She confused beyond reason. The once proud and smug state she had started was gone now, replaced with confusion and self doubt, her face body language betrayed as her stance was sagged and her eyes were tired and unfocused while heavy pants left her mouth.

('She's falling apart...')

'She's falling apart...'

Jaune stopped circling completely and stood still and did something else unexpected. He collapsed his shield and placed back upon his left hip. This brought Weiss out of her gaze and refined her stance again hoping defend herself only to remember that she was still unarmed.

An awkward silence grew between the two...

Weiss took this opportunity to summon a boarbatusk from a glyph that she had quickly materialized to fight off her opponent in hopes that she can be herself enough time to retrieve Myrtenaster. The boarbatusk charged immediately at it's mistress' offender. Squealing it's war cry, the oversized mass of demonic bacon rushed at Jaune with killer intent and though Jaune may have placed away his shield, he still had his sword and a new thought came into mind.

Planting his left feet in front and right feet far behind, Jaune angled his body slightly forward and bent his knees down low. He straightened his back and held his head high. Both hands firmly placed upon his sword as it was pointing to the ground in a light angle to the right and braced. A new stance...

('Full Iron Gate!')

'Full Iron Gate!'

As the white aura constructed beast barreled forth, Jaune braced for impact. It was upon him now, the boarbatusk held it's head low to deliver a devastating upward strike with it's tusk, with such mass and speed the blow would be devastating if it landed, emphasis on if. Jaune stood resolute in his stance, staring the boarbatusk down is it reared it head down and struck...only to meet with nothing.

When boarbatusk attempted to deliver it's powerful strike but the wannabe knight of beacon simply bent his knees lower and reared his upper torso back in a harsh angle while using the blade he wielded as counter weight, dodging the blow without having to move his feet. The boar's head reared up and conveyed an opportunity; It's exposed lower jaw. With a single fluid motion Jaune struck the beast with a simple yet powerful thrust. In a split second, despite it's width, the blade pierced through the monster's jaw, then into the roof of it's mouth and then finally, up to the center of it's skull, killing it instantly.

While Jaune was dealing with the summoned Grimm. Weiss had finally retrieved her beloved blade, feeling secure with it in her hands once more. Though as soon as she had finally picked up the blade, she heard the tell tale squeal of a dying boarbatusk.

'ALREADY!?' Weiss internally screeched at the sudden death of her summon at the hands of who apparently should have been wrung out of the wring by the monstrosity but no... this loser isn't going down without taking a lot more with him.

Upon the death of her summon took a quick glance at the aura counter monitored above the arena and gasped.

'What...my aura...no...' Weiss was over 40 percent below Jaune. Her left eye twitched.

'This is ridiculous. it was utterly preposterous! It should be the other way around!'

She watched as her opponent slowly marched towards her, maintaining the stance that he had used to slay the Grimm. Fierce cobalt met raging opal. This was not what she was used to, she was used to outpacing her opponents with swiftness and speed of her blade as broke their defenses and disrupted their with her glyph's many utilities. She was used to finding her opponents' lapse of rhythm and exploiting it to break their posture, making them easy to physically manipulate. She was used to controlling the momentum of the fight to her favor with her speed and dexterity but she wasn't use to...to...This!

'What IS this!?' she couldn't wrap her head around the way Jaune fought. Every time she tries to strike at him, he stops her did in her track. It was like fighting a brick wall...A Wall... Memories of her less than pleasant childhood flooded her mind. Her family was in shambles. Her father was a sociopathic opportunist with little to no sense of empathy or remorse. Her mother was trapped in a vicious cycle of despair and drowned herself in a sea of liquor to ease her own pain, unable to tend to the pain that her own children were going through. Her sister had started a life for herself in the Atlas military as a specialist and good for her, great even, at least she was able to move on from their mess of a family, though Weiss missed her sister dearly. Then...there was Whitley, Weiss knew that it was wrong to hate Whitley because of the fact that he was as much of a victim as Winter and she were but he just took too much after their father. Their loveless neglectful father. The father that would lock her in her own room for days at a time with nothing but the mandatory things to keep herself well kept. The cold empty claustrophobic room in which her only companion was lone mirror on a wall, she wanted nothing more than to break down the walls before she came to beacon, she just wanted to be free, she just didn't want to be so lonely anymore.

Her eyes snapped towards the tall marching figure before her. At that moment, she didn't see Jaune, the stupid but well meaning incompetent imbecile that he is. She didn't see a fellow huntsman in training that devoted themselves to an arduous task for the benefit of those around them. She didn't even sea a person anymore. All she saw was a wall. A wall that had stopped all of her momentum, all of her progress, all of her pride. A wall that, if she is to thrive once more, must be torn down. All that was before her now was a wall, along with it...a mirror...a mirror that shown the reflection of none other than her own father, Jacques Schnee. Tears streamed down her face as the world around her became muted and blank. Anything besides her and the illusion that stood before her remained and the sounds aside from the foot steps her father and herself were deafened to her.

Weiss felt trapped. It was like being stuck in her own room again. She hated it.

'Mirror Mirror on the wall. Who's the loneliest of all?'

"NO!"

Her eyes snapped open with tear filled rage. Weiss wanted nothing more than to shatter the mirror and tear the wall down. She tightly grasped Myrtenaster in her left hand that can can hear her bones creak and with a defiant scream, she threw away all sense of grace and replaced it with raging resolve and with all her strength...thrusted forward...and failed.

Jaune saw the attack a mile away, just like everything she had thrown at him but this one was sloppier, erratic and far more forceful. It was a thrusting attack, one that the the Full Iron Gate was able to easily counter. Though, there was something else.

('Is she crying?')

'Is she crying?'

Regardless of the question, Jaune had brought up the sword and caught the thrust on the meager cross guard of Crocea Mors, guiding the momentum of the blade above his head and with Weiss' weapon manipulated into a position where she could not defend herself for the counter. Sliding the cross guard against dust action rapier, he repeated the movement he had performed on the boarbatusk onto Weiss and as her blade was manipulated away from her, with no way of defending herself, Jaune thrusted forward...and succeeded. The strike landed square in between her eyes, the force of the strike sending her head flicking back while the rest of her body followed as she tumbled onto the ground...

BZZ

...defeated.

The minute had finally come to an end. The spar was over.

1 Slash to the hand
2 Shield Bashes to the head
5 Ground Pounds
and
1 Thrust to the forehead

That was all it took to defeat Weiss Schnee in the sparing ring, all in under thirty seconds in a full minute spar. Ruby had taken 5 whole seconds to retrieve the medical supply she brought with her from the nurse in case Weiss had went to harsh on Jaune, so color her surprised when she saw Jaune absolutely bodies Weiss in under thirty seconds without doing as much as a backflip or getting hit once. The shear ferocity and power of his shield bashes had literally sent Weiss flying meters away, just shield bashes, as in just using his left arm. No Jump strikes or running strikes to build up momentum.

"That hand cut though, yikes." Ruby hissed and remembered her time training under Uncle Qrow and he would almost always go for hands if she wasn't careful. Ruby had unconsciously started rubbing her own hands due to the memories of the onslaught that they had to go through before it was hammered into her head that keeping your fingers away from danger was one of the best things you can keep in mind. Though, no-one in beacon had ever had a weird seething hatred for hands like her Uncle did but now seeing Jaune performing a Classic Qrow Special made her reevaluate on what she should start wearing to keep that from happening to her again.

"I can't believe Jaune actually won!" Snapping out of her less than splendid memories of her Uncle's strange fixation on hands. Ruby internally cheered for her friend, though she was very close to Weiss, the W of team RWBY still had her...moments where she can snap back to her older tendencies and could use some humbling every now and then.

Unfortunately Ruby was not able to witness the insanity that was Jaune violently snorting the gravity dust out of Weiss' glyph like a line of (You know what I mean) because a bottle of painkillers had slipped from her hand and she to go pick it up.

"He actually won!" Ruby was beyond ecstatic that her first friend and fellow team leader was able to take his first WIN ever since the beginning of the school year even if it wasn't official and it was a big one. He beat Weiss Schnee, one of the most talented and successful huntress in training of their year and the best partner a girl can ever have and now that Jaune was up there as well, it did more than just made Ruby giddy, it made her outright manic!

"I...lost...I...lost...I...lost..." Weiss words barely came out as a whisper as she faced the harsh and humiliating reality that had struck her full force...that and the ceiling of the room for she was lying flat on her back slowly muttering those two words over and over again. Ruby gasped at the sheer gap between Weiss and Jaune's aura. Jaune's aura was practically untouched while Weiss was almost in the red. 'Weiss is not going to like this.'

'Uh oh, I need to get Yang to buy some Ice cream on the way back...' Ruby grimaced for a moment then looked at Jaune.

Jaune on the other hand looked like a beach fish.

('Yup...I can definitely work with this!')

'Yup...I can definitely work with this!'

His eyes briefly flashed unnaturally just like at when the whole thing had started, unknown to all. Then he immediately projectile vomited so hard that his breakfast had somehow found it's way reaching beyond the bounds of the sparring ring, not shortly after he fall back first into the ground in similar position to Weiss, except he had a line of vomit leading up to him and abruptly passed out from exhaustion.

Ruby, seeing the less than lovely state of her companions dashed into the ring with her medical supply at the ready all the while a ceiling camera nearby had recorded the entire bout and the footage of said camera was being sent to a certain headmaster.

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