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Jump, roll, slash, pivot to intercept an attack from behind… An intricate dance woven with the purpose of defeating her foes, Latune gracefully flowed around her enemies, anticipating their moves and reacting accordingly, a fairy like mirage that will not allow itself to be touched.

Latune had improved quite well, learning to utilise a combination of her tactical and analytical skills with the precognitive and empathic abilities of the Force to predict her opponents every move along with the sword skills imparted to her by her master to become seemingly untouchable.

Of course she wasn't, but to her less than stellar opposition, an unremarkable team from Atlas that nobody could be bothered to remember, she may just as well be.

They did at least deserve some credit for their teamwork, it was better than team CRDL's, although that meant little all things considered. Of course, no matter how well executed their combinations were, the fact that they were already all seen through and methods to counter them already devised by Latune meant that they were ultimately useless.

A desperate four pronged assault was gracefully in the last moments twisted away from, leaving the four in an undesirable position, one that was quickly taken advantage of as Latune went on the offensive, a few powerful blows disabling the leader.

Hastening to regroup Latune's opponents warily took up a defensive formation, unsure of how to proceed. Seeing her foes unwilling to attack, Latune went on the offensive instead, dashing forward with speed but stopping just short of their range, gauging their reactions.

And when one of the swung pre-emptively, the one on the far left, Latune dashed inside the spear wielders guard and sent him flying with great force, the one in the middle getting clipped and staggering.

This proved fatal as her weapon was torn from her grip and a powerful slash incapacitated her. The last remaining quickly increased the distance and started shooting at Latune with her rifle. This proved futile as Latune blocked every shot as she slowly inched closer.

Her opponent, seeing that her attacks had no effect panicked and started switching back to melee mode, but in the few seconds that it took Latune had closed the distance and powerful electricity streamed from her hand directly into her opponent, quickly draining her Aura and ending the spar.

Latune felt satisfied with her progress, although she was certain that she was still far away from her master's level. He seemed to be in another league altogether, the only reason anyone had managed to fight him at all seemed to be because he held back.

Latune felt this because she knew her own strength and had gained a grasp on Amara's, and neither of them seemed to be anywhere near the powerful Sith. For starters, even with her newfound skills she still couldn't find any openings in him whenever they sparred, and even if she did, it amounted to nothing as his skill with the Force covered them with the unconscious use of Force Barrier preventing any attack from actually reaching him.

He had taught her to use the skill as well, and she could instinctively use it to stop anything shy of something like Yang or Nora in worst case, but rarely more than that. And her master could stop blows like it was nothing, she had once managed to wail away at his barrier for several minutes before it weakened.

Honestly, the more she learned, the less Wayle seemed… she really wasn't sure how to put it without making it sound like she thought of him as some sort of monster, because she was quite sure he wasn't.

Although some people might not see things that way now that she thought about it. It somewhat became the problem where people like her that could at least imagine the league he was in just thought he was very powerful, but for people who can't imagine that league he would probably seem like a monster…

She stopped and tilted her head in slight confusion. 'Wow that was convoluted…'

-Break—

The hall was abuzz with conversation as people discussed the upcoming festival and tournament, making guesses as to who would win or how well certain people would do.

Quite a few seemed to favour Pyrrha as a well know figure from other tournaments, while others regarded the members of team RWBY to have good chances. There was of course a general curiosity whatever Wayle or Amara would participate, and there where quite a few willing to change their regards to give them the highest chances.

Interest in Latune's latest victory and recent growth had caused some people to regard her chances better than before if she chooses to participate.

Needless to say, there were rumours being thrown around all over the place, some saying that especially Wayle had been banned from the tournament for whatever reason. That one had probably arisen due to speculation as to why it seemed like he would not participate and as such his previous ban had fuelled their imaginations.

Of course, the reality was simply that Wayle didn't care to enter, and without him, the likelihood that Amara would join became negligible. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be going on…

Which was why most people would question why he had been called to the headmaster's office, as he hadn't done anything major that required that he be called there so abruptly. So when Wayle entered the office with a questioning expression most people would have found it perfectly normal.

Except of course that for those who knew what to look for it was obviously forced. Just a slight stiffness in his face, a misplaced glimmer in his eyes, similar to when someone forced a smile there was a wrongness to the expression.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow as he laid eyes upon the youth. "Wayle, a most peculiar request has arrived. A village in the outskirts of the kingdom has sent a request for aid in the face of several inexplicable events." Ozpin spoke up in his usual tone. He leaned forward. "They asked specifically for you to come as they felt that only a few skilled individuals would be much more efficient and far less disruptive than a larger number. I hope you understand why we at first considered denying the request or simply sending more… experienced Hunters."

"Yes, I can see your logic in thinking so, and am as such most grateful that you decided to ask me before making a decision." Wayle changed his facial expression to a much more serious one and gave a small bow. "Regardless, I ask that you allow me to take up this request, although I would like to bring Latune Subbota with me." Wayle then said in a serious but polite tone.

"Ah yes, your protégé. How goes her training?" Ozpin's response surprised Wayle slightly.

"I see that it is difficult to keep secrets from you, headmaster. As you might have seen, it goes well, she has become quite proficient, and I must admit to a certain feeling of pride." Wayle said calmly with a proud smirk.

"Well, with the increase in the frequency of your meetings and the sudden increase in her fighting capability it was quite probable. It is also the only reasonable explanation as to why you would want to bring her with you." Ozpin responded, taking a sip out of his mug.

"So you knew of her beforehand then?" Wayle said curiously.

"Yes, I did. She didn't have enough Aura to become a Huntress, but that didn't stop her from working to protect people. She joined the military, and while I don't know the exact details, she became a test pilot for the new Paladin that was being developed." Ozpin seemed to be reminiscing. "She's a very skilled pilot, and she has enough tactical and analytical skill to have been elevated to a surprisingly high rank for one so young. Do you think the Force helped her get there?" Ozpin turned his gaze back towards Wayle.

"While Force Sensitives have been known to possess high potential for piloting, mostly thanks to their precognitive abilities giving them what seems to be excellent reflexes, a degree of natural talent and dedication to improving their skills is still necessary for them to become truly good pilots. The rest is unlikely to be affected much with just sensitivity, so it is far more likely that she just possess great talent in that area." Wayle gave a nonchalant shrug. "I can name Sith who could not lead a tank battalion out of an encirclement of civilians."

"I suspect you are exaggerating, but none the less I can comprehend your meaning. And I do believe that you do not number amongst those." Ozpin said with a knowing smile.

"And what makes you say that? Amara told you?" Wayle gave Ozpin a questioning look. "I would take her words with a mountain of salt, but that might be affected by prejudices I have against her. But I digress, I, Wayle Tyran, accept this request on the condition that I may bring Latune Subbota along with me." Wayle continued imperiously.

Ozpin seemed to consider for a moment, taking a quick look at his Scroll, where Wayle suspected the request had been written down.

Then he looked up again. "Are you certain? The festival is coming up, and this request might very well drag out well into it." He asked with raised eyebrows.

"While it is a shame as it intrigued me, there will be other opportunities in more peaceful times." Wayle said, letting a hint of sadness enter his voice. "I will begin the preparations to leave right away. I trust the exact details will be given and that transportation will be arranged?"

"Of course, a Bullhead will be ready within a few hours and details will be sent to your Scroll. Good luck." Ozpin nodded.

"Thank you headmaster." Wayle said, gave a small bow before turning around and walking out of the office.

-Break—

"Ozpin, is this truly fine? He is hiding something." Glynda's voice rang out in the silence after the young Sith had left.

"While I want to say that there is nothing wrong and not to worry, there is most certainly as you said something wrong. He expected the request, and tried to hide it." Ozpin looked down.

"Then why did you just-!" Glynda started saying before being interrupted.

"We cannot afford to antagonise him with so little proof, the prize would be far too heavy to pay…" Ozpin trailed off.

"Ozpin…" Glynda gave him a worried look.

"That boy has experienced politics that make ours seem like children squabbling in the playground, that is what I believe. We only put our carers at risk, his life was at risk whatever he liked it or not. And a minute's experience from a life or death situation is worth months of practise." Ozpin took on a worried expression. "He is far more capable than any can expect from one his age, able to play at the highest levels, when we only expected him to have a rudimentary understanding. If he is truly planning something we should have acted long ago, maybe even when we first met him. All we can hope for now is that the kindness in his soul prevents him from doing too much damage when he moves."

"Certainly we could have moved-"Glynda started again but was once again cut off.

"You saw what he could do, while we most certainly could have moved against him earlier, but doing so would run far too great a risk of antagonising him when for all we know he will cause no harm." Ozpin said, seeming almost to be trying to convince himself as much as Glynda.

"Ozpin… I… I'm sorry, he just puts me on edge. His capabilities… And that… feeling he radiates when unleashing his powers…" Glynda's stern visage fell apart as the terror in her heart overpowered her.

"I understand… I understand…" Ozpin said soothingly, trying to calm the normally stoic woman.

Author's notes: I hope you don't take offence to Glynda's behaviour in this chapter. It's really difficult to get all of this right I feel, and more often than not I'm worried that I'm just not doing my concept justice. I'll also apologise if you felt that it took a long time in relation to how long the chapter was. Then again, it's not like I have written them all that much longer anyway so... Oh well, if you feel I made any mistakes then tell me in a review. And if you feel that I am doing just fine then say so instead. I feel that it would really help. At least it should... Well, I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.