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It had been a few days since Blake ran away. After that they had told team JNPR about her heritage and they had accepted her. But despite the heightened level of trust between them, Wayle still kept his full range of abilities hidden, as well as the full extent of his story. Certainly they knew quite a few things about him that other residents of Remnant did not, but some of the really terrible things he was capable of was still hidden from them.

Wayle, quite frankly, was confused about his feelings. Lately he had found it difficult to approach Blake, but at the same time he wanted to spend more time with her. These conflicting feelings confused him as he had never experienced it before.

He had managed to requisition a room that he could use for a few hours. He had asked not to be disturbed and had locked himself in it. For the first time in months he had an opportunity to do some maintenance on his lightsaber and to truly immerse himself in the Force.

He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, floating a few decimetres above the floor. Around him various objects floated around, unconsciously levitated by Wayle. Wayle had never felt such a clear connection to the Force before, both sides of it came to his grasp, but the Dark side still came easier. For a few seconds he considered trying some of the more grand Force Powers, just to see how easily he could do it.

But he refrained from doing so. They were all things that could level this academy, or bring absolute disaster to the surroundings. He knew better than to believe he could fully control them, or for that matter keep his own control perfect if he immersed himself so deep into the Dark side. He had already done so once before, and while he didn't quite regret it, the actions he had taken then were not quite his own.

It was in this moment of clarity that he saw a glimpse of the coming trouble. A war was brewing, that much he had already guessed from the recent actions of the White Fang. Now he saw that he had been right. He saw Torchwick in a warehouse filled with dust, he saw a woman, hidden in the shadows with a fire in her hand, behind her two figures, completely hidden in the darkness. He saw conflict, death and bloodshed. And he knew that his and Amara's presence would make it even worse.

He slowly opened his eyes, returning his senses to his corporeal form. Slowly he floated down again, the objects he had unconsciously levitated following. He was uncertain why, but he felt stronger than ever before. Most likely a result of the unusual ease with which he had drawn upon the Force. A casual flick of his wrist shattered a chair, a small exertion of his will turned another to cinders with lightning.

He frowned. He had not intended to cause any property damage, just test himself a little. He reigned himself in, quashing all thoughts of trying his limits. This could be a problem if not handled with care.

-Break—

She wasn't quite sure how to describe the scene before her. Wayle had been matched up against team JNPR. At first many thought it would have been unfairly stacked against him. Now many wondered if the reverse was not true instead.

Jaune flew across the arena, one moment he had been rushing towards Wayle, in the next he had been sent flying with a flick of Wayle's wrist.

She had known he was in a different league than them, but this was beyond anything she could remember from him. He was moving faster than ever before, his blows seemed to strike harder than ever and his telekinesis had never seemed quite that strong before.

Blocking a blow from Nora's Magnhild with his sword, he then seemingly caught Pyrrha's spear with his free hand. Although if one looked carefully the spear had never reached his hand, it had instead been stopped just a few centimetres from it.

He then sent Pyrrha flying with but a small push of his hand before grabbing his sword with his free hand and then using the added strength to shove Nora away.

Pyrrha gracefully recovered on her feet and switched to long-range attacks with her rifle as Nora landed slightly more awkwardly in a crouch.

Ren launched a swift attack at Wayle's back as he was busy blocking Pyrrha's bullets. Except suddenly he wasn't there, instead of striking at his back, Ren found himself with a knee in his side as he was sent flying into a wall.

Nora tried to hit while he was still in the air and unable to move. Except he somehow managed to jump out of the way. It had seemed like he had managed to land first, but Blake managed to see that he had as a matter of fact just jumped in mid-air. How was that even possible? She could manage something similar with her semblance but…

He landed knee first on Jaune's back as he tried to rise, sending him back down. With two people down Pyrrha and Nora launched a coordinated attack, Nora's Magnhild's grenades distracting Wayle as Pyrrha rushed in, managing to get a hit in with her shield, sending him flying.

He grinned as he recovered, waiting to see their next move. They charged in with a pincer attack, Pyrrha on the right side and Nora on the left, Wayle charged at Pyrrha almost immediately. She just managed to get her shield in position to stop his sword hilt from impacting her stomach and she instantly launched her spear at him forcing him to roll back where Nora waited.

Wayle's eyes widened for a moment before a bemused smile spread across his features. Blake felt a strange jump in her heart at the sight. Then the end of the match was declared, team JNPR had won, at the cost of two members, a costly victory that could barely be called so against a single opponent. When one also factored in the fact that the remaining two members had been pushed to their limit, some might argue that it had been their loss.

"Good work everyone. Team JNPR might need to work a bit on their team work while Wayle might want to work on his situational awareness." Miss Goodwitch gave her piece on the match.

Wayle came up to where team RWBY was seated.

"That was amazing Wayle! You managed to almost win against the entirety of team JNPR!" Ruby was excited beyond words.

"If he wasn't holding back then maybe he would have won." Weiss looked annoyed.

Ruby looked confused.

"He didn't use his Dust at all. It could have changed things up completely." Blake explained what Weiss had meant to the confused girl.

"Oh man, you mean he was holding back on us?" Jaune spoke up as he was almost carried up the stairs by Pyrrha.

"Jaune, you need to keep what you know of your enemies capabilities in mind at all times as a team leader so you can give orders accordingly." Pyrrha scolded Jaune worriedly.

"I see…" The youth looked devastated, although it was hard to tell since he was literally devastated as well.

"Still, I don't think I have ever seen you at this level of strength before Wayle. What happened?" Pyrrha turned to Wayle.

"I am not sure to be honest. It just seems like I am in unusually good condition." He shrugged a bit. Blake could feel that he had some idea about why, but that he was holding it back. It brought a profound sadness to her that he still kept so many secrets.

On top of that he had been harder for her to reach lately, he would often slightly avoid her or become difficult to speak with when she was there and it annoyed her so much. She just couldn't understand why…

-Break—

Wayle was currently being followed. There was no danger or killing intent, just the fact that he was being followed. By several people.

Every time he looked behind him he could just catch a glimpse of several girls hiding. He didn't know who they were, their Auras was not ones he recognized beyond belonging to the people following him. He had never seen any of them properly or spoken to any of them. Any attempt at either was met with them disappearing.

It was starting to get on his nerves. But in the end he didn't press the issue, they meant no harm and if they would not approach him then he couldn't get to know them. It was almost a bit amusing.

As he rounded a corner he saw that the corridor ahead was empty and an idea formed in his head. He smirked and drew upon the Force to cloak him. He disappeared from sight and leaned against a wall, waiting.

He was rewarded by the total confusion of a number of girls that cautiously peered around the corner.

He had seen them before during class as well as during the mock battle with team JNPR. They were an odd group of various types, even having some Faunus among them. He observed them for some time as they tried to figure out where he went before they ran off, thinking that he must have gone ahead.

He gave a low chuckle as he pushed himself off the wall and dispersed the cloak.

A startled outcry made him pause. He turned around to see that Blake had rounded the corner just as he reappeared.

"Wayle! Where… You startled me." Blake seemed shocked, understandably so, he did just appear out of nowhere after all. He chided himself for not making sure no one was coming from the other direction.

"I am sorry for startling you, I had been leaning against this wall contemplating things and decided to move when you came. Are you alright?" He decided to act natural and hope she wrote it off as somehow having missed him.

"Yes… I'm fine. It just seemed like… No, never mind." She shook her head. "Still, I've been meaning to ask you something." She looked a bit uncertain.

"Yes?"

"Have you been avoiding me lately?"

"What? No, never, I…" He sighed. "I suppose I might have been acting a bit… off lately, but I cannot explain it…" He looked away a bit.

"So you don't hate me?" She had an odd look in her eyes, like she was afraid of his answer.

"Hate you? I could not hate you for something as small as that." He put extras emphasis on the last word, imparting his meaning without saying it out loud.

"Okay… Small?" She looked a bit confused at that part.

"To me it means nothing since I know the current you. It is a matter of the past." 'And it does simply not compare to my own sins…' It seemed as if he had spoken the last part out loud, as Blake's ears twitched and she looked at him curiously.

Yet she said nothing as an awkward silence enveloped them. Wayle was about to speak up when he heard voices and footsteps behind him.

"I heard his voice from over here!" Wayle could not place the voice beyond belonging to a girl, but he already knew who were coming.

"Um, I need to go now… See you later Blake!" Wayle offered a quick excuse and ran away, causing Blake to look confused before she ran after him.

-Break—

The Paladin's fist connected with an Ursa's jaw, dislocating it and breaking the beast's neck. A quick step back caused a paw to swipe by harmlessly as a cannon lines up a shot. The powerful blast of energy vaporises the offender's chest, killing it instantly.

Quickly jumping back to get some distance from the oncoming Beowulves, she readies the missiles and fires a hail, eliminating several of the smaller beasts. Retracting the other fist, she started shooting the remaining hostiles, each shot vaporising one of the beasts.

"All hostiles eliminated. Returning to base." She reported.

"Excellent work as always Lieutenant Subbota." Came the reply over the coms.

She started walking back to the base. She liked the Paladin, it suited her well, especially since she couldn't use Aura properly, instead being gifted with good reflexes and a head for predicting things. Even so it still irked her that she had to rely on weapons such as this when Huntsmen and Huntresses fought with their own strength.

She had taken to the weapon like a fish to water, quickly learning how to control it, earning her the place as test pilot for the newest line of defence. It helped that it was also the concept prototype that had been built more to prove the idea than to be reasonable to mass produce, therefore outperforming the main line that the army would use.

Some might find that odd, that the prototype would be better than the finished product. But the fact was that they had used higher end parts, and that it had a form of Dust manipulation system that the others lacked due to its cost, which meant its performance was actually higher. Of course Latune was unsure of just how different it was compared to the others, and as a matter of fact, didn't really care all that much.

She considered the General's words as she closed in on the base where she had been stationed for further testing. Certainly this was her weapon that allowed her to fight alongside Huntsmen and Huntresses, but it was not the same thing. In the end she was a bit jealous of Amara, what with her great body and fantastic combat skills.

She could take on a Deathstalker single-handedly after all. That was not something your average Huntress could do. She was brought out of her thoughts of the blue-haired girl when she reached the base.

As she dismounted the mech she noticed a lot of activity around her. She approached the nearest mechanic.

"What's going on?" She asked him.

"Some of the Paladin's have been stolen. We have been moved to a higher alert to make sure none are stolen from here." The mechanic was in a hurry, and spoke quickly while continuing to work.

She quickly rushed to the control centre to confirm the information and to get further instruction. A foreboding feeling settled into her stomach, someone had stolen some of their latest weapons. At the same time the White Fang has been gathering large quantities of Dust. This could not be good. Things had started pointing to an armed uprising. And that would only lead to disaster. She just hoped she was wrong…

Author's notes: I'm starting to get this vague feeling that I should avoid romantic scenes, even hinting at it feels awkward to me. What do you think? Please give feedback, and maybe some suggestions, I'm starting to run into writer's block I fear, I'm just not sure how to proceed. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.