I rotated my arm as Sebas, using his newly acquired workspace within our dorm, finished fiddling with my prosthetic. Letting out a huff, I laid on our completely stacked four bed bunk bed. Leaving us plenty of extra space, but not much sleeping room for any of us. I let out a yawn, completely exhausted from today's earlier tussle. Honestly, I barely could stand by the time Ozpin finished team names and actually assigned us dorms. "Sebas, if I fall asleep early, please never wake me up again. I feel like I could slip into a coma at any point now." As Talon finished filling his dresser with what clothes he had, he stood. "Now don't fall asleep yet, my guy. You still need to hang your gaming posters up." I sprung up, hitting my head against the bed above me. "Right you are my comrade, these epic gaming posters aren't going to hang themselves." Rushing around I slapped them up in a uniform fashion. Melody sighed looking a bit timidly at the rest of us, "Here I was hoping to get on a team with some friends from Signal." Stretching, I took a look around the dorm. In the far right corner was the bunk bed that housed all four beds. I don't doubt that it will get the job done, but the sleeping space left much to be desired. Next to the bed was a workbench filled to the brim with high tech tools, a swivel chair, unfinished mechanical items, finished mechanical items which had purposes that I wouldn't know, and a mug of room temperature pineapple juice. Next to that was a corner filled with a stash of Slim shadies. Last I checked Sebas had 1,420 of them. The dressers came next, with them close together right before the door to the bathroom. On the left side of the room was a bunch of various posters, bookshelves, the window looking out to the courtyard, a corner set with various consoles and a TV, and a desk. All in all, a pretty solid dorm with plenty of center space for any other purposes we may decide.

Sebas spun in his chair to face me. "While we're on the subject of your arm, I was able to make much more long lasting readjustments to it but don't get too comfortable my good friend! I've had an indeterminate number of ideas cooking in my throbbing brain testicles on how I can improve the arm and now that we'll be living under the same roof I'll finally be able to utilize them, once we get enough time off of classes for me to work on it that is." I nodded, "I'll trust you to take good care of my arm when that time comes." I looked at the time, it was 10:45 P.m. I shrugged, before falling asleep.

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I stared in interest as a pleasingly plump individual with a manly mustache spoke with a grandeur tone. "Monsters! Deeeemons... Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey! Ha-ha!" I looked at Sebas as he in turn, looked at the man whilst his hands seemed to move on autopilot on the… whatever he was making. I took a glance around as I took in my surroundings. On the board was some basic descriptions and information about grimm such as Beowolves, Boarbatusk, Ursai, King taijitu, Deathstalkers, and Nevermore. Honestly, there was a bit of information I didn't know myself. I managed to see a globe that sat on the Professor's desk. Looking closely, I couldn't really pinpoint my home on the side facing myself. Sad. Tearing my eyes off of the sphere as I continued to search.

My eyes nearly glanced over a rather well hidden cage, but now that I saw it, I could hear it. It was really fucking loud. Given the sounds of pig-like squealing I heard, I could probably hazard a guess on what was inside. Looking off to the side, I spotted Sebas again, already pulling out a new gadget as his fingers fiddled around with it at a feverish pace. He occasionally pulled out a small hand tool from his pocket tool kit. He stopped for but a moment as he looked at me like a deer in headlights as I stared at him. He looked from side to side, before pulling his uniform jacket over his arms to obscure my view. Which probably means my arm is getting a small upgrade soon. I shrugged, before tuning back into the lesson. I must have missed a hell of a lot since I could only see the grimm that was in the cage charging at the rich girl. The boarbatusk managed to catch Weiss rapier with its tusks. What came next was an epic clash of strength as Weiss attempted to pull her weapon from the vile grimm's hold. That was until, "Come on Weiss show it who's boss." She indeed did. It wasn't her. Without much of a thought the grimm proceeds to instantly overpower her and throw the Rapier off the side. It slammed her a bit back afterwards. No doubt feeling pretty badass, the grimm charged towards her, but pride do cometh before the fall. It was swiftly dodged as it slammed into a nearby desk falling over. It seemed to charge up a roll as I could see it roll in place for a few seconds, before proceeding to roll around at the not so speed of sound, slamming into a glyph as Weiss proceeded to pierce it through, killing it instantly.

"Bravo! Bra-vo! It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true Huntress-in-training! I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Be sure to cover the assigned readings, and... stay vigilant! Class dismissed!" Shit. I don't know what readings were assigned.

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We all sat staring at the empty classroom. "T-This is Professor Peach's class, right?" Looking around we only saw a note.

"Dear class,

I am sorry, but I am currently unable to teach due to unforeseen circumstances. I will be back someday, but for now treat this class as a self-study class. I don't particularly care about what you do here in my absence. But, Glynda will be coming by every so often so do be mindful of what you're doing at that time. Farwell, my students. Your Professor is in another castle.

Sincerely, Professor Peach"

…. Huh…. neat.

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I sat, staring at the conspiracy looking red strings strung up to many history cut outs from newspapers, online articles, and documents. 'Ah, history. If you don't learn from it, you're bound to repeat it. I heard Doctor Oobleck is quite passionate about it. But-' As I looked towards Sebas, he was still fiddling with the same gadget he was from earlier, but at an ever so slightly slower rate. . I shrugged, as I continued to play Rock, paper, scissors with Talon. Oobleck was rambling on about something or other at hypersonic speeds. Melody seemed rather enthralled by his words as she jotted down notes about I think the rules of conduct in class. I yawned, 'history's so boring though. I don't know why Sebas even bothers to listen in all history classes.' I looked over to some of the other teams, though they also seemed to be listening much easier than they did in Grimm studies, though I couldn't fathom why, Port's lectures are top tier.

I tried to take a few notes of the basic rundown of the class, but before I knew it, I opened my now well-rested eyes. Funny how easy it is to suddenly wake up, not even realizing you had gone to sleep in the first place. Honestly, I could probably go into a deep research frenzy about it, but class just ended and it's lunch time.

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I delectably crunched down on a very tasteful sword fish as I sat with the rest of my team for luncheon. Ame was happily mowing down on some BIG hamborgeees. Each burger was bigger than his head. Melody was eating on a much more reasonable amount of sushi. Talon was currently feasting on some pheasant soup. As we all ate our respective foods we also discussed important matters as well.

"Ame, your not gonna need your arm after combat class for the rest of the day right?" I asked between big mouthfuls of delectable sea creature. Ame shook his head, "Nah man. I won't. I'm right handed, remember? I won't need it to write or anything." I shook my head. "Well, I'm gonna need you to give it to me after class. There's a small modification I want to install. It won't be for combat, just something useful in everyday life." Ame smiled, "Cool, I could always use more upgrades." Melody and Talon could be seen taking glances at Ame's arm between bites. They glanced at each other for a second before Talon decided to pull the pin. "So Ame, how did you get that arm?" Ame stared at them for a few seconds, his gaze seemingly making Melody uncomfortable, "...My arm got burnt and I myself had to amputate it to survive." He seemed pained thinking back on the events, I knew what he was thinking, despite not having met him at the time. "Sebas found me wandering the woods bleeding out and made my prosthetic himself. I think we were around six-ish at that time." Melody looked quite concerned and Talon looked like he immediately regretted pulling the trigger. "Woof, that's rough buddy. Do you think it'd be too much to ask about how that situation came to be?" Ame stood up having finished his hamborgeees. "I'm going to class early. See ya then." He bolted at top speed. Melody and Talon looked on slightly surprised. "I'll take that as a yes."

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Combat class. A huntsman or huntress-in-training's bread and butter. 'Man, I miss sparring with Parcel. I mean he does kick ass despite his age, but still it is a learning experience. Anyway, I should pay attention.' i tuned back into the lecture. "Most of the sparring that will happen in this class will be tournament style. That means that once a combatant's aura drops into the red, an official may call the match. However, I would like to demonstrate this." Professor Goodwitch adjusted her glasses, "Miss Xiao Long, would you please enter the arena." A blonde girl with a nice rack, stood up with a confident smile. Walking forward, she gave me a sideways glance. I raised an eyebrow, before shrugging.

As she got down next to Glynda, she continued, "Now Miss Xiao Long, please choose your opponent." A holographic list of names and pictures appeared behind her. Yang looked before pointing, "I want to fight him." I looked, she was pointing right at my picture and name. "Mr. Sky, please enter the Arena." I started on down to the stage. Getting closer to Yang, she smirked, "Better not go easy on me." I smirked back, "Let's see what you're made of first." I stood opposite of her as Glynda started to count down,

3

I tensed as my Prosthetic spun its dust slot.

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I looked at Yang as she looked prepared.

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Begin!

I heard a click as Sebas pushed a button on his self made Bluetooth speaker.

I rushed forward, dodging under a punch from Yang as I heard what sounded like a shotgun blast from above me. I delivered a fierce uppercut, before blocking another punch, delivering a palm strike to her gut. She backed up a bit, before thrusting her fist forward, I was then hit by a blast of fire that combusted immediately. Shielding my eyes, I was caught in a barrage of attacks. I could feel the hits as they pummeled my body, they were strong. Maybe even more so than my own. I narrowed my eyes, an opening. I pushed Yang's arm off course, before grabbing the other one. I turned around, stepping down hard as I flipped her over my shoulder and slammed her down hard onto the stone below. I then lifted her up by her leg, delivering a haymaker to her face as she was in the air. Leaping up, I attempted an axe kick onto her, but she blocked. Her fist landed into my stomach and sent me flying back. I landed with my feet sliding back. We charged, clashing with each other. Each of us delivering a flurry of punches and kicks, neither gaining the edge over the other.

As we continued, I felt my left arm catch on something for just a split second before time seemed to stop, Yang's eyes widening as my Prosthetic was pulled back, a lock of Golden hair dangling from a small joint gap. Her eyes flared up a red color as her hair glowed. I backed up. I felt the heat of her hair which seemed to be on fire. She landed a punch, I felt my head jerk back as I flew back a foot or two. 'That hurt.' I narrowed my eyes as she shot towards me with a rageful vengeance. I was forced into a defensive position as I attempted to fight back. I could feel the force of her hits even when blocking. I stumbled back as she then delivered a flurry of attacks on me, I was trapped in a barrage of punches, she ended with a particularly devastating punch to the face as I flew to the side. I could feel my consciousness start to wane.

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I watched as Yang was currently serving the can of whoopass to Ame. Though even if Yang currently held the upper hand, I knew Ame still had some more tricks up his hand. He stood up slowly as his sura started to glow blue. He took off his jacket, revealing his muscular and toned body under his T-shirt. Yang went to punch him once more, only for him to stop it with his right hand, a shockwave released from the force of her punch. He smirked, delivering a punch of his own knocking her back as she looked a bit confused. I smirked, leaning back as I knew the end was near. Yang shot forward, Ame blocking as he then kicked her back. She started an all out assault as Ame blocked with his arms. The ground cracked behind him as he felt the floor start to break. He punched her arm up, throwing her off balance. Ame rushed towards her, kneeing her in the chin as he entered into her guard. He kicked her up, only to sideswipe her back to the ground. He landed on her face with one leg, before kicking her up into the air. He kicked her in the stomach, launching her back. Yang landed, retaliating with her own, seemingly much stronger than before, punches. Ame stumbled a bit, taking a few steps back as he too seemed to notice Yang's increase in strength. I wasn't too worried, given what I've seen so far.

Yang continued her assault, Ame dodging her fists as he then grabbed her head and slamming his fist into her stomach. Yang managed to get an uppercut into Ame's chin, launching both of them back a ways. They both seemed extra fired up now. They shot forward when, "That's the match." They fell flat on their faces. I sighed, 'Disappointing, I wanted to see Yang be absolutely destroyed.'

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I started at Glynda as she stepped forward, "Mr. Sky is the winner. As you can see, Miss Xiao Long's aura is in the red and that means an official could call the match like I did now." I started at Yang's aura meter, it was at six point nine percent. Mine was at seventeen percent.