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"Have you heard the rumour?"

"Rumour?"

"About this new group that has popped up recently? Army of something I think it was called."

"Oh that. Yeah, I heard about it, they're called the Army of Union apparently."

"Do you think it's like some new White Fang?"

"Nah, I heard their leader is Human…"

"Huh, really? Where did you hear that?"

The conversation continued, but it was too muffled to hear as Blake turned a corner. The rumour had started popping up in the last… week? Something like that, although she had heard so many of them that it felt like a lot longer.

Supposedly it contained both Human and Faunus members… and their leader, according to some rumours was a Human they called 'Lord'.

Blake couldn't help but suspect Wayle had something to do with it. Certain aspects of the rumours matched his recent movements as far as she could figure out.

But it was of course ultimately rumours, and she was surrounded by teens. Rumours moved quickly and got really distorted after a while amongst people her age, even in a place like Beacon.

She sighed and opened the door to their room. The moment she opened it her ears were met with a frustrated shout.

"That little vixen! I swear, I will tear her frigging face off!"

Blake looked up to try and figure out what was going on… and was met with the sight of a very angry Yang throwing a fit as she exchanged her top for a new one, but stopped as she saw her partner entering the room.

"What happened?" Blake asked as she closed the door after her.

"Noth- No, you know what? I'll tell." Yang started dismissing the subject, but seemingly changed her mind. "That little bitch, Neo, she was just suddenly inside my personal space. It was really creepy! And then when I tried to punch her she tore my top! All while smiling that stupid smile of hers!" The busty blonde fumed.

"Wait, Neo? Where? And how did she tear your top when you tried to punch her?" The raven-haired Faunus questioned her friend.

"Eh, well… you see… It… kind of happened?" The angry girl suddenly started fidgeting and blushed slightly.

Blake just sighed softly. "Okay, it just happened. Fine by me."

"Oh yeah, Blake, I was wondering, do you know when Wayle's coming back? We have classes tomorrow after all." Yang suddenly asked.

"Hmm? Not sure, although he said he wouldn't be away for that long, so he should be getting back-"Blake never had time to finish that sentence as Ruby suddenly burst in.

"Guys! Wayle's back!" The red haired girl exclaimed excitedly.

-Break—

Wayle had been expecting many things when he got back to Beacon.

None of those was two different people ranting about the same person independently of each other.

Seriously, what happened here exactly?

Something that caught him slightly off guard, but that really shouldn't have, was Blake admitting to having looked in his journal. And then after he had forgiven her, after all, she wouldn't be able to actually get anything dangerous out of it, she had demanded that he make a sketch of her…

Because she had seen the sketches of Amara and Darth Melaion. Sketches that Wayle only remembered existed in the book when she mentioned them.

So to placate her wrath he agreed. And then had to spend a large bit of his remaining time reproducing the cat Faunus' likeness. He didn't really mind, it was a nice change of pace, something calm that required a lot of focus. He really needed something like that, he hadn't really relaxed his thoughts for a long time.

Unfortunately Nora decided to try and prank him slightly by surprising him… something she would hopefully never try again, nor anyone else he knew.

The reason for this was that, just as she was about to touch him with mischief in mind, he grabbed her arm… And almost twisted it out of line before he stopped himself.

He might be exceptional in a lot of areas, but he couldn't distinguish between intent of physical harm and intent for mischief, probably because amongst the Sith Acolytes that meant more or less the same thing.

It was just fortunate that Nora was an exceptional physical specimen, or she might have lost use of her arm. Instinctual reactions can be troublesome like that. It was also fortunate that she was such a bundle of joy, as she seemed completely unfazed, or even ignorant of what might have happened…

Really, it made him question, if only slightly, if the energetic orange-haired girl was quite right in the head, but he decided to ignore that train of thoughts, because he really didn't want to start questioning the sanity of an otherwise really nice person, since he really needed some nice people around.

He also got the vague feeling that someone else had made a mental note not to violate his personal space with mischief in mind… but he never really got to figure out if there was anything behind it or if it was just his imagination…

Oh well… he returned his attention to the sketch before him. It was Blake, as if illuminated by the shine of the moon… or something along those lines, it was made in greyscale which made it harder to tell, but she wasn't wearing her ribbon, instead two cat ears could be seen…

Well, in his defence he really liked them, they were really adorable…

-Break—

"Students, today, you will be doing something different. Today you will be sparring, without using your Aura or your Semblance." Glynda Goodwitch stood, straight and stern as always in the middle of the arena as she addressed her students.

"Why?" A random student questioned, several murmurs of agreement audible around him.

"Because sometimes you might want to conserve your strength, or be forced to fight while your Aura has been exhausted." The stern teachers reply cut through the whispers. "Furthermore, it will be beneficial for you to practice your actual fighting skills, as some of you rely too heavily on your Aura and Semblance in combat."

While she didn't look at anyone in particular, nor mention any names, several students still felt like they were included in this group.

"Now, since you will be fighting without your Aura or Semblances, Mr. Tyran will participate in today's lesson."

This proclamation brought several whispers from the students.

Said person simply rose from his seat and voiced a single question. "Armed or unarmed?"

"That does not matter Mr. Tyran, use what you deem the most suitable." Her reply received a nod. "Any more questions? No? Good, then Mr. Tyran, Miss Nikos, would you please come down to the arena for the first match."

The murmurs stopped as the arena seating area became silent.

The two indicated people rose and silently made their way down, calmly entering the arena proper from opposite sides.

They looked at one another from their positions about twenty steps apart. Then the red-haired warrior spoke up.

"What about your sword?" She asked, as her opponent was not carrying his weapon.

"Do not worry, I will fight unarmed." Came his calm reply.

Pyrrha nodded and forwent drawing her own weapons. "Then I will do the same."

Wayle simply shrugged and assumed a stance, one foot forward, the other turned outward with his fist raised before him. His opponent did something similar, although his was more relaxed.

Glynda looked at the two combatants before raising her hand.

"Begin!" She declared loudly as she swung her hand down.

For a few drawn out moments they just stood there observing each other.

The bronze armoured girl was the first to move, dashing in, quickly, but nowhere near as fast as usual, launching a kick at her opponent.

He fluidly dodged under it, sweeping her leg aside and removing her balance before suddenly pulling, throwing her.

She barely got a metre before recovering, landing on her feet and immediately launching an elbow strike at the person behind her.

It didn't even get close as it was swept aside, forcing her torso to twist towards him… where a palm strike met her solar plexus, emptying her lungs of air and sending her staggering back a few steps.

She barely recovered in time to dodge the follow up that would have sent her off her feet for sure, getting her balance back as she tried to throw a punch at his stomach.

The strike was once again deflected with an almost lazy sweep, but this time she let herself follow with it for another strike.

And yet it was also deflected, this time followed up by another palm strike.

She managed to force it away so that it passed by her side harmlessly, and she immediately went for kneeing him in the gut.

It didn't work either, as he danced around her, rolling in with an elbow strike towards her side.

She threw herself out of the way, performing a roll, creating some distance from her opponent, a look of clear annoyance on her face.

Wayle simply turned to face her in one smooth motion.

Off to the side Glynda stood with a thoughtful expression observing the match, ready to interrupt should anything occur.

"Pyrrha, it seems to me that hand-to-hand combat is not your forte. Do not worry about me, use your spear." The young Sith said almost casually.

The Amazonian beauty narrowed her eyes at her opponent before heaving a heavy sigh.

"I didn't want to use a weapon against an unarmed opponent. It seems I was naïve to think you would be less of a threat without your sword. Forgive me."

She released her weapon from her back, deploying it in its spear form.

She once again dashed forward, the red tip of her spear leading. But instead of stabbing with it at a range as one might expect she instead went in closer and spun, trying to hit her opponent with the butt of her spear.

To her satisfaction she did catch him off guard… but now she found herself with another problem…

Wayle had successfully braced himself, and had barely been fazed at all, sure, it would bruise, but he had not been affected much at all.

And then he attacked. Not the earlier counters, but true aggression this time, launching a painful strike at full force towards her abdomen causing her to not only stagger but also physically pushing her backwards.

This time there was no time to recover, as she felt a strong force tug at her spear… before she found herself falling head over shoulder over it, ripping it from her grip.

She landed in a roll, immediately bringing up her shield causing the tip of her spear to screech against it as it was deflected.

Pyrrha jumped back, seeing her opponent, holding her spear, not expertly, but certainly proficiently, clearly not unknowing about how to use the weapon.

"I yield." She said clearly and strongly, with only a tiny hint of unhappiness in her voice.

Wayle immediately relaxed his posture and rested the weapon on his shoulder.

"Very well, the winner of this match is Wayle Tyran." Glynda nodded and announced the results. "Splendid work Mr. Tyran, I see that your skill is higher than one might anticipate."

"I have made do without using my powers before." He shrugged and threw the polearm back to its owner who caught it deftly.

"Is there nothing you can't do Wayle?" The redhead asked half-curiously, half-jokingly.

He grunted. "Plenty. Can't sing for example." He then winced. "Or heal myself all that well. That was a good blow Pyrrha, I was fortunate to have been able to brace myself properly, or that might have gone differently."

"Will you be alright?" Pyrrha asked concernedly.

"I will be just fine. I can heal myself, it is just not all that quick, or painless." He gave a dismissive wave.

"Alright, next match will be Miss Xiao Long against Mr. Ren."

Author's notes: Chapter 50. How quickly time seems to go. So... this chapter. How is it? Feedback would be most appreciated, as it will feed the mighty gears of my writers mind. Or something. Also, the fight. Was it reasonable? Do you feel that Pyrrha would act like that? I'm also starting to feel a bit lost as to how to proceed here for some reason. Which is why there has been a lot of faffing about instead. So, yeah, once again feedback would be real nice.

If only so that I know you are actually reading this.

I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.