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A few days had passed since Wayle made up with team RWBY and was let back into their room. Now he found himself observing a match between Pyrrha and team CRDL. While he had a while ago made an observation that team CRDL's teamwork had been… lacking, to say the least, he had hoped that they would have improved on that matter by now.

They hadn't, and it aggravated Wayle immensely. While he disliked them, he still felt that it would be wasteful if they got each other killed because they couldn't work together properly. As if to hammer the point home, Cardin, without realising, actually knocked out the last remaining other team member with his mace, leading to him promptly being taken out by the far more skilled and experienced Pyrrha.

"Lucky shot." Cardin groaned before collapsing as Professor Goodwitch announced the end of the match, congratulating Pyrrha and reassuring her that she would qualify for the tournament.

'That was hardly a lucky shot, Cardin. Once again you manage to completely mess up because of meaningless misplaced pride and a total lack of your own failings.' He shook his head and sighed.

"All right, now I know that is a tough act to follow, but we have time for one more match. Any volunteers?" The professor seemed to log something on her scroll before looking up at the seats for a volunteer. "Miss Belladonna?" Hearing her name called out Blake quickly closed the book she was reading. "You've been rather docile for the past few classes. Why don't you-"

Certainly she had been avoiding participating in several activities, including rest, lately, although trying to get her to get some seemed futile, even for Wayle. As a result dark rings had formed under her eyes, marring her beauty, which Wayle felt sad about.

"I'll do it." A hand rose from the seat behind her as an unfamiliar voice cut the professor off.

She turned towards the person in question, pushing up her glasses with her left hand. "Mercury is it? Very well, let's find you an opponent." She started looking at her scroll.

"Actually, I wanna fight… her." The volunteer, who Wayle now recognised as one of Cinder's companions, took a few moments to ponder before pointing at Pyrrha.

"Me?" Pyrrha was taken by surprise, recoiling in shock.

"I'm afraid Miss Nikos has just finished a match." Professor Goodwitch quickly pointed out. "I recommend you choose another partner."

"No! It's fine." Pyrrha quickly interjected. "I would be happy to oblige." She turned towards the challenger and smiled happily while giving a small bow.

Knowing her, she would probably be able to easily fight another match, although she might have a harder time as she has yet to recover from her previous engagement. Even so, the two took up positions opposite each other, each entering their respective fighting stances.

Curiously, it seemed this Mercury fought similarly to Yang, using boots as his weapons. Most likely they also had a gun of some sort built into them. His stance was one rather typical of martial-arts that focused on kicks, with his hands held before his upper body to allow blocking, while one foot was put before the other to facilitate kicking with the other.

They stood there observing each other for several seconds before Mercury charged, prompting Pyrrha to move as well. Mercury stopped before reaching her, plating one foot firmly while switching his momentum into a fierce kick, which was promptly blocked by Pyrrha's shield before being followed up by a low sweep with her sword, sweeping her opponent off his feet.

Mercury fell flat on his back, but a quick spin brought him back on his feet before a few backflips created some distance between them. Pyrrha charged in, and what followed was a series of blocks and parried as the two duelled before a brutal shield bash from Pyrrha sent Mercury flying.

Skidding backwards, sparks flying from where his boots dragged over the floor, Mercury managed to stay upright and halt his backward momentum. Then he suddenly relaxed his stance and seemed to consider things before giving an appreciative hum.

"Hey, your friend's doing pretty good." Ruby's voice reached Wayle's ears from somewhere behind him.

Then Mercury resumed his assault with a spinning kick, pushing Pyrrha back from the sheer force behind it before he crouched low and started a series of spinning high-kicks, forcing Pyrrha to roll away from him.

Landing in a crouch, shield held high, Pyrrha reversed the grip on Miló, currently in its sword form. Mercury rushed after her, jumping up and launching a barrage of kicks on her shield. Pyrrha deflected him and threw Miló, blocking the follow up kick with her bare arm and grabbing her weapon.

Mercury quickly launched another series of kicks, forcing Pyrrha on the defensive before managing to knock Miló out of her hand. Giving her a smug look, Mercury lashed out with another kick. Pyrrha bent slightly backwards as she raised her shield slightly and held out her hand towards Mercury's boot.

That was when something odd happened, the kick that should have been accurate seemed to be slightly deflected, shifting its path ever so slightly, causing it to miss entirely. That this had not been on purpose became apparent the moment his foot returned downwards, causing Mercury to lose his balance and sit down.

Wayle could see him pondering something before he seemed to realise something. Then he jumped up, put both feet against Pyrrha's shield and fired the gun built into his boots, sending him flying away.

He landed a bit away and rose calmly as Pyrrha charged at him, and then: "I forfeit." He surrendered.

Pyrrha's expression became one of shock as she halted her charge, passing Mercury by before stumbling to a halt.

"You… don't even want to try?" Pyrrha's voice was filled with incredulity.

"What's the point? You're a world renowned fighter, we're obviously leagues apart." Mercury shrugged exaggeratedly.

Wayle was certain he was lying, to begin with, he had known from the very start about Pyrrha's skill and reputation. Then why would he challenge her? It had seemed to Wayle that he had been testing her, trying to figure out what her strengths and weaknesses were. Most likely he found what he was looking for and, to avoid showing too much of his fighting prowess, forfeited.

Or maybe Wayle was just being paranoid because he had first seen him in the company of Cinder, the woman who had set off his warning bells. He could not trust her, and by extension, her companions, because she had reminded him too much of himself.

Then off course there was the fact that he had missed that kick. Had that been on purpose after all? No, Wayle decided. That had been Pyrrha's doing most likely. Pondering what it had been, he considered other similar incidents pertaining her.

There was always the matter of her shield and its unerring ability to return to her when thrown. He was willing to believe it had something to do with its design, but that sounded ultimately unlikely. He had also seen her retrieve Miló from that Deathstalker without touching it…

Telekinesis? No, it seemed unlikely to him. If that was the case she would probably not have been able to so subtly alter the kick. It seemed more like she repelled it… Repulsion, and to draw things to her attraction. The only thing that would fulfil both of these would be… magnetism? Yes, now that made sense, it fit together nicely. And explained a few incidents during sparring as well.

As he had been pondering he had missed that everyone had started leaving the room. Looking up he just saw team RWBY leave, with Blake stuck in that book she was reading. He quickly rose to follow as well.

He just managed to see Mercury meet up with the other person that had been with Cinder, the green-haired girl that he had bumped into.

"Learning is so much fun." While Wayle couldn't see Mercury's face, he still felt certain that he had had a less than savoury expression on it, especially judging from the slightly aggressive pose he took up.

That line had also more or less confirmed Wayle's suspicion that Mercury had just been testing Pyrrha. More and more he felt that it would be necessary to keep an eye on them. Although, thinking about it… There is that tournament, and Weiss also wanted to learn more about the other participants… So maybe that's all they are looking for?

Ultimately that didn't really change anything though so Wayle decided to simply keep himself guarded around them.

-Break—

Latune felt nervous. No, calling it that would be an understatement. She was really nervous. She was standing by the door to the room that Wayle had booked for his personal use for that afternoon.

He had said that she should come there if she wanted to learn, and while she still had lingering doubts, she couldn't deny the excitement she felt over the whole matter. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but before her fist could impact upon it, the door swung open on its own.

She hesitated before stepping in. It was a rather plain room, mainly meant for group study or smaller lessons. There were a few chairs and tables in the room, as well as a blackboard and some other things used in schoolwork.

The moment she stepped in the door closed behind her, prompting her to jump slightly and turn towards it. When she turned back she saw Wayle seated in the middle of the room. That in itself was nothing unusual, what was unusual on the other hand was that he was floating maybe a metre or so off the floor, with assorted tables and chairs being levitated around as well. Then they slowly started to drop even as Wayle opened his eyes.

"I see you came. Are you prepared? There will be no turning back." He slowly and calmly spoke, unfurling his legs as he set down his feet on the floor, rising to stand up.

"Y-yes. I've made up my mind. I'm resolved." She couldn't stop the slight stutter in her voice, being too nervous and surprised to suppress it.

She suddenly realised that there was an odd atmosphere in the room, a tinge of power, most likely an aftereffect of Wayle's meditation. That was also when she realised that Wayle himself felt different. Suddenly that hint of power had become a palpable aura of it, making her realise, if only unconsciously, that he is someone far beyond any she had met before.

"Good. You will most likely need it. Come." He beckoned her towards him.

She walked up to him. She had always known that he was taller than her, but now it had suddenly become even more distinct, the power coming from him making him seem taller in her mind.

"We will start with trying to find the connection to the force. I want you to meditate, to clear your mind." He stepped aside and gestured for her to sit where he had been.

She did as he instructed, sitting down cross-legged in the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and attempted to clear her mind. She became acutely aware of Wayle's presence, having sat down on a chair a bit away. Swatting that irate thought away, she took another deep breath.

At first she felt nothing different, and for a while she almost wondered if she was doing it wrong. Swatting those doubts away as well she heard Wayle's voice.

"Feel the world around you, the connection to all other things."

At first she wondered what he was going on about, but then she realised. She had felt the world around her for a long time. And with that realisation came a feeling that was both nostalgic and unfamiliar. Concentrating on it, she suddenly felt how it flowed through her, into her, from her. It was all around her, in all the things, the tables, the chairs, the people in the building. It was everywhere. And then she felt it through Wayle. It was beyond anything she could ever hope to comprehend, the flow into and out of him was so much stronger than through anything else she could feel.

She was startled out of her meditation by this sudden revelation. And as her concentration broke she heard something crash into the ground behind her. Opening her eyes and looking behind her, she found that a chair had fallen over, almost as if thrown.

"Not bad for a first time I suppose. It seems that, as I thought, your strength in the Force is not entirely trivial." Wayle's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, causing her to turn towards him confusedly. "What? Do you not realise?" He chuckled.

At first she really couldn't get what he was on about. Then it dawned upon her that one of the things he could do was use telekinesis. And the chair behind her fallen over, as if thrown. Or lifted up and then dropped. Her eyes widened.

"I did that?"

He chuckled again. "Yes, it surprised me that you managed so well so quickly, although I suppose you have been using the Force unconsciously for a long time." His voice was filled with amusement.

"So that is the Force…?" She wondered if that was what Wayle and Amara felt.

"Yes, that would be the Force. And telekinesis would be one of the most basic applications of it." He seemed to consider something for a few moments before shaking his head and muttering: "No, we must be patient." Then he turned towards her again. "For now, I want you to continue meditating. Focus on the Force, on its feeling. I will be observing and providing advice and assistance as necessary."

She nodded and resumed meditating. Having found it once, it was now slightly easier, and, now being aware of Wayle's flow, managed to not get interrupted. And so she felt all things around her. She started to gain an understanding for them. And so the afternoon passed…

Author's notes: Sorry for having such a long bit of just recounting cannon. I hope I didn't mess up the whole thing with Wayle training Latune too much, but the concept of the Force can be really vague at times. Please do review and tell me if I made any mistakes or if there was something that wasn't satisfactory, it is most appreciated. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.