Lunchtime the prisoners sat in their groups for protection. Alone, Adam leaned against a crystal wall opening his cheese and mac MRE. Few eyes studied him. Soon they will show him who the alpha of this mine is.

Scrapping the cheese from inside the packet, "Having no allies will get you killed around," brought his attention onto the Count eating flat wheat bread.

"Having an ally got me here."

"I'm looking for an ally for this venture."

"And you didn't ask those already here."

"They created a niche here, a lot of to lose if they escape. And there are spies here needing to be silenced."

"Like who?"

"Him," pointing to a tiger strip haired man sitting among a group of miners.

"How would it be done? Clean and quiet or loud and messy."

"Your choice."

Taking his plastic spoon he created a jagged edge by rubbing it against a crystal.

Walking up to the spy who had a female snuggling against him, she motioned to Adam's arrival.

Staring at Adam, "Fresh meat, don't waste my time."

Slicing the spy's throat with the plastic spoon, Adam shoved his head into his soup drowning him while chocking on his own blood. The group dived onto Adam. Punching, kicking Adam got interrupted by the guards pulling the prisoners off.

Four guards pulled Adam to his feet.

"Prisoner, the steam room for you," dragging Adam away.

Staring at her reflection in store window, Blake's eyes focused her cat ears. No reaction. Occasional, 'Hello,' 'Have a nice day,' not, 'It's a filthy faunus." Closest to the fact she was a faunus was a kid asking if she was a real faunus. She answered, yes. The mother arrived telling the kid to leave the nice lady alone. She waved goodbye as the kid left. Adam properly would kill the kid one less human the better.

"Stop thief!" brought her attention onto a purse thief.

She left her weapon. She sighed. Entered an alley way between buildings. Zig zagging towards the rooftop, she chased after the thief who entered an abandoned building. Where else.

Slipping through a window frame missing glass, Blake's ears detected talking. Moving towards the source, the board creaked under her. Pulling her scroll out, a simple call to the peacekeepers got interrupted by bullets tearing through boards causing her to fall through the floor. Landing on her hands and feet, she got restrained by a rope around her neck. Both of her hands grabbed then forced her arms in a T pose. The three bandits forced her to her knees.

"Boys, girls do fall from sky."

"This one is a faunus."

"A cat faunus at that. They're worth a lot of lien."

"Let's try her out first. To see if she isn't broken."

Grabbing her ankles allowed her to bend her knees. Pushing her legs free, she dropped then got her legs around the rope holder's neck. Flipping the rope holder into the bandit in front of her, she twisted her wrists free. Leaping backwards, her elbows slammed into those that held her wrists. Crouching, she pounced another one then flipped out of the room. Counting eight, it was time to get out. No exit. Time to play hide and seek.

"Is it true about faunus's hearing and sight?"

"Only certain ones' and she fits both categories."

"She still here. Find her."

Board across a face, her foot struck a temple. Resting her back against a wall, she checked right then left. Up then at the floor. Arms burst through the wall then threw her through several walls. Arms like iron pinned her against their chest. Her elbows proved to be useless in freeing her.

"Seems your fancy fighting moves can't help you, now."

They slowly walked towards her.

"If you brutes were gentlemen," stopped their advancement. Their attention went to Weiss studying her nails.

"She wouldn't fight back," staring at them, "Let her go."

"There's eight of us. Two of you. Now how is that bad odds?"

"I've got a Ying."

Two massive hands rested on the leader's shoulders. Staring at those hands, the leader shrugged them off.

"You have a Ying. I raise you an Ox. OX!"

Letting Blake go, Ox stepped toward Ying. Smiling, his right fist struck Ying's left cheek. Shaking it off, Ying's fist connected with Ox's cheek.

Helping Blake to her feet, Weiss led her to a door as Ox and Yang a bear hug on each other.

"I'm winning," remarked Ox, "You're showing weakness."

"You got bad breath," replied Ying.

"Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Boo."

"Boo who?"

"Quit your crying. This will be over in a moment."

Breaking his hold, "Bad joke."

Rearing back, Ying connected with full force. Ox's eyes went cross then fell like a tree.

The rest of the bandits ganged up on Ying. Ready to help, Blake got stopped by Weiss.

"He's got this," said Weiss leading Blake outside.

Leaning against a brick wall, "You followed me," said Blake.

"How else I would I know you were proving me wrong?" handing Blake her weapons, "You left this behind."

Taking her weapon, "You said to leave it behind."

"I meant your hair bow not your weapon. For a Red Claw, you made a rookie mistake."

"Former Red Claw, still I should've known better," listening to the fighting, "Shouldn't we help him?"

"Only to be sure, he doesn't kill them," looking at time on her scroll, "Couple more minutes."

"And we're wasting a couple minutes because..."

"Ruby's going to perform a play about battle between Richard III and Macbeth."

"Huh?"

"Ruby's attempt to work on her oration skill," pushing off the wall, "Let's go get Ying," walking into the building, "He doesn't want to miss Ruby's performance."