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It was utter chaos, the tables laid scattered all over the room, various foodstuffs was everywhere and the far wall had been cracked. Wayle had never seen a food fight of such proportions before, sure, he could imagine a bunch of force-users having a food fight would yield similar results, if not worse, but the Jedi were too stiff and the Sith too brutal for a food fight to ever happen amongst them so Wayle didn't know for sure.

He surveyed the room, by the cracked wall lay team JNPR, covered in some substance that coloured them in a myriad of bright colours, just before them Ruby just landed. Blake was in the other end of the room, staggering to her feet, Weiss was getting up from her position next to a broken pillar and Yang was somewhere beyond the roof after having been launched through it, probably on her way down soon.

Over by the door stood Sun grinning madly, saying something to his companion which was met with a glare. Most likely because said person was covered in purple. Wayle had only gotten a glance of him before as he was too busy not getting caught up in the food fight, but from what he had seen the boy had messy, somewhat spiky light-blue hair and aviator's goggles.

He was broken out of his thoughts by the doors slamming open to reveal a furious Professor Goodwitch practically stomping into the room, causing Sun and his companion to shy away from her. She waved her wand, stopping some flying debris before another wave of her wand caused all of the tables to float, realigning themselves back to their original positions.

Wayle was impressed, he would need concentration and effort to match the sheer amount of objects lifted, although he was still sure that the sheer power he could put into his telekinesis matched, if not outright outmatched the professor. Once the last table had bounced its way back into position she pushed her glasses up by the bridge and spoke in the tone of an adult berating children.

"Children, please, do not play with your food."

Her only response was Nora burping before Yang came back down right in the middle of her team. It was in this moment, with the two teams laughing in merriment, that Ozpin arrived, walking up to Miss. Goodwitch.

"Let it go." He said, laying a hand on her back.

She sighed, turning towards him. "They're supposed to be the defenders of the world."

"And they will be, but right now they're still children." As Ozpin spoke, Yang got back up and gave him a thumbs up. "So why not let them play the part." He let go of her. "After all, it isn't a role they'll have forever." He said the last part as he walked towards the door.

Wayle realised in part what the man meant, once again reinforcing the impression that he had experience and wisdom, and that he knew something was up. Wayle wondered exactly how much he knew about the movements in the shadows, and how much was just him being considerate towards the inevitable future of these Huntsmen and Huntresses to be. In the end it was a fine line, and ultimately, both possibilities would far too soon come too be, at least that was what Wayle felt.

He approached the two teams. "Is it safe to approach now?" He said jokingly.

"I suppose." Yang said, still laughing. "Although I think I need a shower." She looked over her appearance. Certainly, she had been covered in various bits of foodstuffs, and needed cleaning up before she did anything else.

"Agreed. We all need a shower." Pyrrha stated her agreement.

The rest nodded and they all started heading for the showers and their rooms to clean themselves up a bit.

-Break—

"Remind me why we are in the library again?" She asked her companion, less because she had forgotten and more because she wanted to annoy her.

"I came here too look at the books available to see if there are any interesting ones here while you are just following me here for whatever reason you might have." Her companion retorted, clearly annoyed.

"I thought you were supposed to keep an eye on me?"

"Not all the time, as long as you don't run away its fine, it's not like I'm your warden or anything." Her companion's reply showed a bit of tiredness, it was not the first time she had to deal with this.

"No, you are my supervisor and superior officer last time I checked." She grinned towards her. In return she got a slight glare.

The sound of crying brought the odd pair out of their quarrel. They had come upon some tables, one of which had a board-game set up with four girls seated around it. The crying came from two of them, a red-haired young girl that looked younger than the rest and a more mature looking white-haired girl. The red-haired girl was seated in the older girls lap holding on to her.

The older girl responded by hugging her closer even as she said: "Shut up. Don't touch me!" It was almost comical.

Now where had she seen these girls before? She was certain they were familiar to her, but she wasn't quite sure where. A familiar voice reached her.

"What is this even? The rules seem absurd. Maybe I should give it a try myself." It sounded like that dastardly rival of hers.

Ah yes, that dastard, they were together with that dastard. Wait… she suddenly realised that said dastard was present, as a matter of fact, it had been his voice she heard earlier. She looked towards the table to see him standing behind a black-haired girl, looking at the game, clearly intrigued.

Before she could react to the sudden realisation her companion had already spoken up.

"Ah, Wayle. To think that I would see you here." Her companion's sweet voice brought everyone's attention to them.

"Latune, Amara. What a pleasant surprise." There was a slight hint of displeasure in the dastards voice, although she seriously doubted any of the other people present could pick it up.

She quickly brought herself back to the task at hand. "Why Wayle, is it just me or have the amount of females present increased lately?" She decided to tease him with an innocent smile.

"That would be your imagination getting the better of you, those people are just acquaintances and fellow students of mine. Besides, they have their eyes on others already." A few curious and confused looks were directed towards him.

"They have?" A blonde boy who could be considered fine if he had a bit more confidence spoke up, looking somewhat perplexed.

In the meanwhile an orange-haired girl looked at him like he said something crazy while a red-haired girl looked somewhat embarrassed.

"That has not stopped you before." She teased him further, knowing that it most likely was true, although she couldn't exactly prove it, and the current situation was different from those times.

He gave her a glare that told her to keep her mouth shut, or suffer. It seemed Latune noticed this, as she gave just a hint of being startled. Instead of actually voicing this on the other hand he simply continued like nothing happened.

"Oh Amara, what am I to do with you? I would much appreciate if you would stop spreading rumours about me. Now then, what brings you two here?" His voice was calm and level, polite even, as it always was she reflected. That was one of the things that made him dangerous, that constant mask of calm and politeness that hid his true feelings.

"We are here as part of the exchange program in for the festival. I came here to look at the books in this library to see if there were any that caught my interest." Latune replied with the half-true story that they had. Certainly they were there through the exchange program, but they were not truly students of the academy located in Atlas.

"And I'm just going with her to see the sights and find my way around here." She gave her reason. "But now that I've found you Wayle, I was thinking a bit of a sparring match would be nice." The smile she gave was dazzling enough that it took some time for the others to process her words.

They all perked up, that could be a sight to see after all. They all looked at him expectantly.

He sighed. "Very well, I will seek out Professor Goodwitch to seek her permission." He turned to head towards the teachers' offices. "I will be just a moment."

-Break—

After having found Miss Goodwitch and asked her permission, which, somehow unsurprisingly he had been granted, he now found himself back in that arena facing Amara as they stood ready. They had drawn a bit of an audience, as several teachers were interested in seeing the match, most likely hoping to get a glimpse of his abilities.

Apart from the teachers there was also teams JNPR and RWBY, as well as Sun and his companion, which had at some point been introduced to them as Neptune and finally Latune who seemed very interested in seeing their capabilities. There were also some other students present who had most likely heard about it and decided that it was a viable option for passing the time.

It was at this moment that he was struck by the thought that Amara might use her lightsaber in the match. He looked her over and realised that indeed, she did not have any other weapon with her. He supressed the urge to curse loudly as the beginning of the match was signalled.

Amara closed the distance with lightning speed, so fast that it took some time for some of their spectators to realise that she had moved. The distinct hum and whine of a lightsaber being swung drew their attention to where Wayle had been just a moment ago to find that he had been replaced by Amara after having dodged her swing with her bright red energy blade.

A number of gasps and interested murmurs told Wayle that the spectators were interested in the weapon. He didn't have much time to worry about these things as Amara quickly pressed the assault, her lightsaber leaving red trails as it was swung. An unusual sound filled the arena as he parried her attacks.

"Wayle, I need to speak to you." Amara suddenly said as their blades were locked together.

"What about?" He asked curious.

She disengaged and attacked again, once again getting the blades locked against one another. "I want to know if you have any idea of how to get us back to where we belong."

He looked at her slightly shocked. The separated and started a flurry of swings and parries that left the onlookers mesmerised. "I can think of one way. But I have no intention of attempting it."

"Why not? What is it?" Her eyes narrowed as she tried to get her message across with all the noise from their duel.

He only said one word. "Storm."

Amara's eyes widened again at that and she disengaged and started circling, thinking about the word. He kept himself right in front of her so that to the onlookers it would look like they were appraising each other, looking for an opening to strike.

They moved in again simultaneously, starting an interplay of swordsmanship as they dodged, parried and almost danced around.

"By Storm you don't mean that, right?" Her voice betrayed a hint of worry.

"Yes, I mean that Storm." A look of apprehension came across her features at his solemn words.

"Then I agree, that is not a good idea. To begin with we don't have the artefacts used by your master to stabilise and control it."

"Just so, and there is a large chance that one of the artefacts used is to blame to begin with. Besides, I kind of like it here." He smiled as their eyes met after he had rolled under one of her swings.

They separated again standing apart from one another, gauging each other.

"Was that all?" Wayle shouted in a mocking tone.

"Hardly." Amara responded as if it had been a challenge, when it as a matter of fact had been a question pertaining to if she needed to speak to him more. This was as a matter of fact not the first time they had done this.

They closed the distance again, once again getting into a lock. "And?" Wayle queried.

"That girl Latune, what do you think?" Amara asked a rather odd question.

"Define 'think' Amara, with all your teasing about my love life it is a bit difficult to decipher your meaning at times like this." A frown settled on his face.

They disengaged and reengaged again, this time locking their blades above their heads as they literally butted heads.

"I'm being serious here, have you sensed anything out of the ordinary about her?"

"Not really…" His eyes widened as he realised something. "Now that you mention it, her Aura seems to be closer to what we have… Are you implying…?"

"The thought has struck me before, she has good intuition and seems really sensitive to emotion. On top of that her reflexes are top notch."

"Got it. I'll look into it later. Now, was there anything else?"

"No." Her reply was short and curt.

They separated again, this time standing even further away from each other than before. Looking at the monitors their Aura was still fine, even if Wayle doubted that they even used it at all. On the other hand several minutes had passed and their spectators looked somewhat perplexed.

"How is this for a warm up? Shall we move on to the main course?" Wayle adopted a taunting stance as he seemed to bait his opponent.

"Suits me just fine." Amara replied while adopting a smirk and even deeper stance than before, taking on the role of the baited.

For a few moments they stood there looking at each other. Then they disappeared before clashing in the middle of the arena.

-Break—

The two of them had been really close up for a long period of time now, neither of them seemed serious either.

"What are they doing?" She muttered.

"It seems to me like they are messing around almost, although if so then their skills must be incredible." The red-haired girl that had been introduced to her as Pyrrha answered her question.

Latune had to agree, they certainly seemed to be messing around, and something told her that they were holding back to an almost absurd degree.

She looked back as they separated again, this time even further than before.

"How is this for a warm up? Shall we move on to the main course?" Wayle suddenly declared that he wanted to end the warm up. But it seemed almost a bit fake, like even that wasn't the truth.

"Suits me just fine." Amara's reply also gave an impression of falsehood. Latune wondered now if there wasn't something going on.

Then they disappeared. But somehow Latune knew that they would reappear clashing in the middle.

And so they did. And suddenly the very air seemed to change as they clashed, this time for real, struggling to push the other back. It unsettled Latune, the only time she had felt anything like this was when she faced Grimm.

It was similar yet different she realised. The Grimm caused a feeling of unending hatred, but it felt empty, soulless. But this, certainly there was the hate, but there was also fear, passion and exhilaration. And it felt alive. It was a sweet and heady feeling, one that threatened to overwhelm her with bloodlust.

In the arena below the match had started for real, the two fighters now a blur, and it took all her attention just to keep up.

At first they seemed evenly matched, every swing parried or dodged by both sides. But soon it became apparent that Wayle was the lesser swordsman as his parries were slightly less efficient, his swings slightly less precise.

But he was faster, and he was using that to his advantage. Suddenly Amara managed a glancing blow after one of Wayle's blocks had been slightly too slow. He winced slightly as his pants were slightly singed and a cruel smile spread across Amara's lips.

Then Wayle's hand was brought up and Amara was sent flying by an unseen force strong enough to upturn part of the floor that had been loosened over time. Incredibly enough she managed to land perfectly, rolling backwards and bringing her sword up just in time to block a swing from Wayle.

As cruel smiles graced both their faces the air turned even heavier, the two of them radiating an immense amount of emotions. The other spectators seemed to be more concerned about their expressions as they seemed unaffected by the… power, which they radiated.

A kick sent Wayle flying, followed by several pieces of the floor lifting up and hurtling towards him. He regained his footing and sliced through one piece with his sword even as he dodged another before returning the gesture with even more pieces sent hurtling even faster.

Amara simply cut them all apart or even smashed some of them with her fists before charging in again. They crossed blades again, seemingly unaffected by the broken floor as they spun and flipped. But this time Wayle had no intention of maintaining close combat as his hand once again shot forward to project that force.

It was met with Amara's hand and for a few moments they stood there, seemingly struggling against each other despite their hands not actually touching. The answer came a bit later as a powerful shockwave sent them and everything around them flying, gouging a crater in the floor.

The spectators had to take cover as bits of floor flew around. When they looked up again the found that the two fighters had resumed their combat, even as the floor had become even more broken. Latune almost questioned whatever the two were even fighting on the floor or above it.

Finally Wayle managed to press Amara into a poor position using a combination of swordsmanship and telekinesis. But even as his sword neared her a burst of electricity drove him away. Confusion settled among the onlookers as they were unsure where it came from. Then they saw that it came from Amara's hand.

It was reminiscent of what some could achieve with dust or a semblance, but there were no traces of dust usage, Latune was certain that Amara didn't even use it, and it felt wrong, somewhat like the power they both radiated, like something other than Aura. Not to mention that her Aura meter hadn't dropped at all.

Wayle's only reaction was to grin even wider, all hints of compassion and kindness draining from his face to be replaced with cruelty and battle lust. A shudder ran through the spectators.

Then the match seemed to enter a whole new level, a whole new league, as electricity arced from his fingers, pushing Amara back as she received it with her unusual weapon. When Wayle let it up the debris around him immediately started floating up as Amara tried to approach. She deftly dodged or sliced the debris as she got closer, only to be met with a powerful wave of force pushing her back slightly as electricity once again arced towards her.

She quickly regained her footing and dodged to the side, sending some debris of her own against him. It was almost casually sliced, dodged or sent back by Wayle. Then another wave of force sent even more debris and even dust and dirt as the ground underneath the floor was torn up.

By the time Amara had gotten out of it and looked back towards Wayle previous position he was gone. He hadn't ran off out of her field of view or some such, he had just literally disappeared. Amara's eyes widened in realisation and shock as she seemingly understood what had happened.

Then Wayle reappeared right behind her. She had a few moments of shock as she uttered a sting of words in some odd language before a current of electricity streamed through her from Wayle's hand that he held against her back.

She slumped down on the floor, unconscious. Wayle stood there breathing heavily as silence filled the room, the spectators incapable of processing the scene before them. Then the murmurs began as they finally came to terms with the match and Professor Goodwitch came forward to announce the end of the match.

As things calmed down and Latune's mind finally caught up she let out a breath she didn't know she had held. Suddenly she was hit with a sudden wave of nausea as she calmed down and received the full effects of the power that had permeated the room during the match. Everything went black as she felt herself fall…

Author's notes: And here we go again. I must admit that I could have written this five days ago, but for some reason the sheer utter lack of reviews caused so much confusion for me that I simply couldn't bring myself to write. So please Review, or comment or whatever, at least give some feedback. Anyway, what did you think about the fight? And I suppose the chapter in general. And the previous one as well please, it would be most appreciated. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day. Thank you.