Neptune awoke in time to see Jet and Sun in the air, before Jet slammed Sun down using Astro Reaper with all his strength. Sun plummeted down and smashed into the tiles of the roof, cracking them with the impact. Neptune rose to his feet as Jet hooked his scythe under his friend's neck and held it there.
Neptune dived forwards, not knowing what he would do, but desperate to stop the killing cut from Jet. He could see the intent in Jet's eyes. Whatever he was going through to cause such a reaction to Sun's acceptance of this fight was clearly serious.
Jet surprised him by flying upward, causing Neptune to crash into the friend he was trying to protect. He watched as Jet resumed his position on the antenna, balanced perfectly on it with his back to them.
"I know now what I need to do. Thank you." Jet muttered, before he leapt from the antenna and flew back in the direction of Beacon, not even giving them a chance to ask what was up.
Jet stretched his wings to their fullest extent as he approached Beacon.
Flux. She was the cause of this. It was her that had caused all of this to happen. She needed to be eliminated before she cost this world more than just a few lives. It was all so clear now. Before, he'd been indecisive, but now, there were far greater things at stake.
He knew what he needed, and there was only one man who could provide it.
Jet landed on Sunset Hill. It was just the beginning of the afternoon. He knew now.
He strode down the hill, his shadow aura billowing about him as he walked, casting a plethora of gloom around him, one filled with dark purpose.
To hell with diplomacy. It was too slow.
Instead of following this stupid school life, there was only one thing Jet needed to do from the start of this.
Eliminate Flux. By hook or by crook.
There was nothing else to it. No-one to please, no-one to show off to, no gain, no loss.
Just one mission.
Jet walked towards the grand gates of Beacon. He knew he'd have to call in the favour.
"So you feel as if the moves we've been making are too slow?"
Jet sat in front of Ozpin's desk. He'd just finished explaining his proposal to Ozpin.
"Yes." Jet replied, not taking his eyes off the old professor. "You do realise what will happen if-"
"If what, hm?" a feminine voice interrupted from behind Jet.
Jet spun around to see a puddle of black, viscous liquid forming in a corner of the office. He and Ozpin stood up as a figure started to emerge from it, covered in it, such that it was merely a black, three dimensional silhouette. As it fully emerged and stepped out onto the unmarked carpet, the liquid began to slide off the figure.
Her pale face bore a wicked smile, her dark grey eyes fixed on Jet. A long mane of straight black hair that went down to her lower back. She wore a dark leather jacket with black jeans, which clung like rope to her slim figure. A pair of bat's wings protruded from behind her, the ends of which bore sharp talons.
"Flux." Jet growled as she curtsied, politely yet mockingly, to the pair of them.
"Jet." Flux grinned, showing sharp fangs. "How nice to see you again. And you too, professor." She tilted her head to the pair of them.
"Why are you here? You realise you're in the heart of my territory?" Jet asked, feeling Midnight Rose fading into existence behind him.
"I believe I am safe, for now." Flux replied. "You two are the only ones who oppose me as of now. Even those brats you call your friends still do not see it fully for what it is."
"These 'brats' as you call them will soon come to terms with this." Ozpin rebuked, and Jet nodded in ascent.
"Perhaps. But we know something you don't." Flux retorted, inclining her head towards Jet. "Care to explain, Jet?" Jet turned to look at Ozpin, who regarded him appraisingly with a stern look.
"There's a growing rift between members of RWBY and LIJN, specifically concerning their leaders. I worry my team too much with my constant stresses over Ruby, and vice versa." Jet explained.
"You two know as well as I do what happens when such discord occurs." Flux said, a triumphant look in her eyes. "Their combat prowess drops like a rock in a stream. And trust me," she growled whilst grinning savagely, "your 'brats' will need all the help they can get against me."
Before Ozpin could respond, Jet cut in.
"There's an easy way for us to do this, Flux. Call it a warm up contest. You against me. One on one." Jet suggested, locking eyes with Flux. "I'd like to see how much you've improved since last time."
"You know full well what will happen, fool." Flux warned, but her grin gave her lust for battle away. "Come then, Jet. We'll meet Ozpin at the training arena." With that, she simply toppled back into the black puddle, and vanished, the puddle evaporating moments later.
Ozpin watched as Jet vanished, clearly having used his time distorting abilities. He immediately took off through the front door, using all the speed he could muster to get to the training arena. Perhaps he didn't approve of this fight, but he could use the opening Jet created to learn a little of their enemy, and as far as he was concerned, knowledge was power.
It didn't take him long, after pushing past several bewildered students, he breached the otherwise empty arena, save two.
Jet and Flux.
His student was poised in a battle stance, Midnight Rose at the ready in scythe form, his feathers fluttering in the low breeze. Jet stared his opponent down, completely focussed.
Their enemy, on the other side, had adopted the same battle stance as Jet. Instead of a weapon, Flux's arms now no longer sported hands, but long and thin black blades that started at her wrists, the stumps now a black sludge that fused arm and blade. She wore the same expression of concentration, but unlike her counterpart, she was grinning with evident malice. Her bat wings flexed, as if stretching from a long sleep.
"Let's begin, shall we, my sweetheart?" Flux asked, almost tenderly.
"I'm not yours anymore!" Jet replied, before he took flight, headed directly at her. Flux growled savagely before she too took flight, and Ozpin could only sit and watch as the two halves met in the air, a clash of steel the only sound in the arena.