Reaching an opening since the piss and poop expressway continued upwards, he rotated until the opening was on his left. He continued his trek upwards.

Several openings passed until a stream of yellow liquid rained onto Adam's head.

Draining his lizard, the guard wondered which gender to rape. One can't be sexist must equally rape all genders.

Detecting tapping from the waste hole, he looked around for the source.

Zipping up, he leaned closer to stare into the hole, he was pissing into.

The second and third fingers of Adam's left hand clasped onto the guard's lower jaw.

Yanking the guard towards the hole, Adam beheaded the guard. Blood poured into the waste hole.

Blood gushed onto Adam as he pushed the body away.

Widening the hole, Adam climbed out covered in piss, poop, and blood. Irony wasn't Adam's strong suit.

Washing the crap off with the scolding hot water, he slipped the dead guard's uniform on. Taking a green rag, he covered his left eye. A second rag covered his horns.

Stepping from the guard's locker room, he made his way towards the control room. Opening the thick steel door, he stared at the computer panels and no guards around.

Kneeling at communications board, "They really do underestimate their prisoners," he thought planting the scroll under the panel

Watching the flashing lights, he wondered what is receiving that signal. Getting to his feet, exited the room. Following the steps, he passed some guards.

"Hey, what happened to your eye?" asked one of the guards.

"Those prison whores like it rough," answered Adam continuing his trek to his cell.

Using his procured key, he entered his cell. Locking the cell door, he noticed Cara was still asleep. Entering the bathroom, he removed the uniform then stuffed it down the waste hole. Retrieving his clothes, he stuffed the key into his right boot. Slipping beside Cara, he had to wait to see if this plan by the Count will work.

Looking up from her book, Blake smiled at the sight of Ying and Ruby talking strategy. Putting her book down, she walked towards the open window. Gripping the windowsill, she leapt upwards leaving Ying with Ruby. Picking a direction, Blake rooftop ran towards the training field. Reaching the fields, she watched Weiss working on her conjuring.

"See forty-five degree clockwise," thought Weiss tilting her sabra at a forty-five degree angle, "Six points. Mass divided by energy output. Believe that's how Winter calculate her glyphs."

Her mind drifted back to the sound of heels clicking on the stone surface of the Schnee manor courtyard, the one she and Winter trained at. Her eyes focused on the young lady holding a steel briefcase.

Placing both hands around the handle of the briefcase, "Your father sent me to talk you out of going to Beacon Academy," said Tina Morrel, her father's secretary.

"Guess he couldn't find time in his busy schedule to change my mind," responded Weiss.

"He's overseeing the testing of how many specimens of a possession-type Grimm can fit inside replica of the Arma Gigas in the Schnee museum."

"I'm impress you remaindered that without looking at notes."

"You still insist on studying at Beacon Academy rather than Atlas."

"Yes."

"Your father insists on testing you. If you pass, you can study at Beacon."

"And if I lose," unsheathing Myrtenaster, "I'll study at Atlas."

Tina tilted the hinge side of briefcase up causing four thin metal legs to slide from the corners of the briefcase. Making sure the briefcase didn't move, she clicked the locks opening the briefcase.

Pulling a suit of armor out, "It's three times stronger than the original model," placing it on the ground, "You really should be prepared to study at Atlas since you have no chance of winning."

Pushing a button on the Arma Gigas, she stepped away as the suit of armor came to life.

The gray medieval suit of armor stood twice as tall as Weiss. Its longsword appeared to be made of the same metal as the armor and nearly the same height

Leaping back as the longsword swung downwards at her, Weiss felt a slight pain near her left eye. A red liquid blocked the view of her left eye. Touching the substance, she stared at the blood covering her first two fingers.

"That first swing took out your Aura before the fight begun," commented Tina, "Might just give up before being embarrassed any further."

Standing with Myrtenaster pointing at the ground, she rushed at Arma Gigas. It swung. Leaping, she landed on the flat side of the longsword.

With physics still at play, Arma Gigas had the strength, yet it moved too slowly to counter Weiss's speed. Poking spots along the armor, Weiss leaped then swung flames at the armor. This caused a chain reaction along the spots Weiss planted glyphs to speed up the spread of flames. Next ice followed. Poking, leaping, Weiss continued this until a weakness formed along the joints. Stabbing the neck area, Weiss saw a bright white glow emitting from the neck. Trying to free Myrtenaster, the explosion caught Weiss. Bouncing off the ground, she heard Winter's voice before passing out.

"Want to talk?" brought Weiss's mind to the present.

Staring at the ground, "About what?" replied Weiss.

"You froze up. It seems your conjuring triggered something."

"Nothing, I can't handle."

"Nothing a Schnee can't handle."

Staring at Blake, "No, this is something else. I've come to terms with that you didn't have anything to do with the attack on my mother. Now leave me alone."

Placing her hands on Weiss's shoulders, "We're teammates. If you need to go to a certain house of worship, I'll go with you."

Brushing Blake's hands away, "I don't believe in fairy tales," walking past Blake.

"How do you know we're not living one?"

"Strange for you to say that."

"Guess, I'm seeing things differently."

"There's ways of curing that."

Staring at each other, their eyes blinked.