As Jet and Flux neared one another, Jet shrouded himself in his bluish flames, but Flux surrounded herself in blood red flames, which hissed and spat even at their high speed.
The impact that was fireball on fireball was so strong that Ozpin felt himself being blasted off his feet by the shockwave. As he righted himself, he saw the two opponents locked in deadly battle, their aura indicators, which Ozpin had not noticed turning on, both bleeping as they decreased rapidly.
Jet slashed at Flux with Midnight Rose, watching carefully as she leaped over the scythe and counter-attacked with a stab, which he ducked under before following the momentum of his attack and hitting her slender knee with the haft of his scythe, causing her to buckle slightly, but her other blade came when she swung across with her other blade, stabbing again with the other, forcing Jet to step back, before he raised his scythe and slashed downward.
Flux leaped out of the way, and Jet took a quick sideways glance at the aura meters. He looked to be at about 35%, and Flux was at 40%. He didn't get much chance to catch his breath, as Flux charged him, both blades outstretched. Jet swung Midnight Rose to block before triggering his red pulse, Flux countering with her own, before he felt his aura going to a critical level.
Flux took flight and swooped at Jet, glowing red. Jet moved out of the way immediately, watching as she set the ground she landed on alight. He turned and watched as she crouched on the ground, dark eyes still on him. Jet knew that she was challenging him.
"Let her have it!" a rage-filled growl erupted from the back of his mind.
"Through a dark hatred, chaos is born!" Jet roared, feeling another roar from somewhere deep in his psyche. He felt the shadows surround him, signalling the arrival of one of his Dharc armour suits, and he felt the roar again from within him. "A rage that can never be quelled, fuelled by years of suffering!"
Ozpin watched as the dark figure took shape. He watched with cautious interest as a new armour from the one he had witnessed took shape. Spiked plates grew, and the fingers on each hand elongated. A dark tail appeared behind the now growing figure.
"Come to me, embodiment of that hellish outcry! Abyssal Chaos Jet!" Jet yelled from within the shadows, and the shadows burst outwards even as Ozpin saw Jet's aura completely restore itself.
His purple armour and steel spikes gave Ozpin the impression of a humanoid beowolf, especially with the claws. The armoured tail reminded him of a death stalker, though the glowing crystal at the tip was a bloody red. As he watched, Jet drew a great longsword, one that boasted a purplish blade with a black hilt, decorated by a red orb encrusted in the centre of the hilt and a thin, deep red line running from hilt to tip of the blade.
Jet took a solid stance, blade held pointed at Flux, his stinger also aimed directly at her. His aura shimmered with power, but Ozpin noticed something different.
It was Jet's face.
Normally, he was calm and collected in combat, but now he stood with a terrible grin on his face, one that suggested great misfortune upon all those who stood in his way.
He was enjoying this.
"Ah." Flux said, not surprised in the slightest it seemed. "Allow me to show you my own transformation."
Her aura glowed red as her swords growing out of her wrists retracted, and black hands grew out of the stumps, before reforming into the soft fingers of her normal hands. She crossed her arms across her chest, and Ozpin saw the same darkness enshroud her.
"Open the gateway to hell." Flux growled, and Ozpin could swear he heard the roar of flames. "Give birth to a beast unfit for anything other than pain! And rise! Flux; Child of Darkness!"
The darkness dissipated with a purple flash of light, and Flux stood, now engulfed in purple flames. A chrome silver shield was attached to her left arm, featuring a shimmering spiral pattern, and in her right was a lance, with the same pattern travelling up the lance. Flux's eyes were now a golden colour, and they shimmered in the sunlight.
Flux's voice sounded from all around Ozpin, from no particular direction. She was laughing, as she stretched her arms, spearing an unfortunate bird which had chosen that moment to fly above her, its screech of pain the only sound it made, before it fell still.
"I wonder how long it'll take, Jet?" Flux giggled as her aura indicator rose back to full as well, and turned a golden colour. She pointed her lance at Jet, and a purple light gathered at the tip. Ozpin felt his heart miss a beat, as she fired a purple laser that hit Jet from the opposite side of the arena, the speed too quick to dodge.
When the aura indicator turned golden, its owner was invulnerable. Their aura was either so strong that it would resist all damage, or be temporarily boosted to that level. To his knowledge, all instances had been the latter case, but in this purple flame, Flux was permanently in this state.
Jet's momentum, having been running at Flux before he was hit, carried him forwards and sent him tumbling, landing flat on his back underneath Flux, whose golden eyes gazed upon him, before she lunged, biting down hard on Jet's armour with her own mouth, causing it to crack and disintegrate back into shadows. Jet used the momentary darkness to escape, running to the edge of the arena and crouching, grasping a stich in his side.
Ozpin noticed that Jet's aura was at 0, and knew that he had lost. Flux's flames immediately vanished. She gazed triumphantly at Jet, who had now collapsed, before her gaze turned to Ozpin, who noted a sudden increase in his own heartbeat.
"This is why you are destined to fail against me. I take my leave." Flux growled, before she deliberately let herself fall into another pool of black sludge that had appeared behind her. It swiftly swallowed her up, before it vanished.
Ozpin took one look at the spot where their enemy had disappeared, before he ran swiftly to Jet's side. He was down, a look of pained defeat on his face, his eyes firmly shut, no movement. Ozpin noted blood oozing from several wounds on his chest and face, purple energy surrounding the injuries like poison. He lifted the surprisingly light boy in both of his arms, and started to carry him to medical.
Halfway through the journey, Ozpin noticed Jet beginning to stir. He walked past a group of students, and heard their gasps as he passed. He looked back down at Jet, and saw a pair of bloodshot emerald eyes looking back.
"Professor…" Jet groaned, as they passed by another group, getting closer to the hospital wing. "I… lost, didn't I?"
His blood was all over Ozpin's arms and coat, but that didn't matter right now. He felt a pang as he remembered Flux's words.
"You know full well what will happen, fool."
"Rest now, Jet." Ozpin asserted firmly. Jet gave him a glare that plainly said 'That wasn't the right thing to say'. But the glare didn't last, and Jet's eyes started to close shut.
Did Jet plan this? Was the whole fight simply a way for Jet to communicate how deadly Flux was on a literal level? If so, why did Jet not just tell him?
"Just please, don't tell anyone about what happened to me. I don't want… Ruby to worry…" Jet whispered, his voice shaking, before he blacked out.