Ozpin watched the scene unfold from his office as he sipped from his mug. He watched as August helped one of the professors, Dr. Oobleck. The headmaster's lips slowly formed a small smile, his eyes softening as he watched August smile and laugh as he carried some folders. The elevator dinged as the doors opened behind him. Glancing back, he raised a brow as Professor Goodwitch walked toward him, scroll in hand.

"Glynda!" He nodded, turning back toward the window. "It's a surprise to see you here this late."

"I came to deliver an updated student arrival list from Haven Academy." She stopped beside the headmaster, joining him in his observations. "Lionheart said in his email that he missed a few details."

"Lionheart has been more distracted recently." Ozpin spoke, Glynda finding what Ozpin had been watching. "Leave it on my desk. Oh, be sure to send Leo an email explaining that he should rest."

The two continued to watch August help the professor. Glynda smiled as memories of the once young August doing the same thing all those years ago. Albeit only a few. The smile turned to a frown as she glanced toward the headmaster.

"Have you told him?" She questioned.

His expression didn't change. "No."

"When will you tell him?"

"I don't know."

Glynda sighed, fully turning toward Ozpin. "We can't keep it a secret."

Ozpin sighed through his nose. The two focused on the assistant, watching as a certain heiress walked toward him. The two can tell the interaction was tense. Glynda however smiled seeing August's attitude not change. She once again turned toward Ozpin, seeing him face away from the window.

"We both know he's ready." She spoke.

Ozpin slowly sat down in his chair, placing his mug down. "Is he?"

Glynda walked around the desk. "I believe so."

Ozpin turned toward a photo frame on his desk. The photo shows a picture of Ozpin, professors, Qrow, and August. All were smiling while August was barely sixteen. The birthday of August. The same day that August asked to be a part of Beacon Academy. To be a part of its history.

"I've told all the professors about this being his last year. As you've advised me."

Ozpin nodded, leaning back in his chair. "I know."

"You always do." Glynda placed a hand on his shoulder. "It pains me, along with all the professors who've known him as well, but he needs to find his own calling."

Ozpin lightly laughed. "He was always ambitionless. Maybe it's for the best."

Ozpin is of course lying. How could he not? Ozpin could feel his selfishness rise. It's something he always felt when graduating students finally leave. The need to make sure they are safe, to always be safe. Ozpin rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling the irritation of his hypocrisy. Huntsmen needs to exist, yet he can't help, but feel the weight again.

"He's been trained by all the professors here." Glynda snapped the headmaster from his thoughts. "How is he not ready?"

Ozpin can't help, but jokingly add. "But what about the footage of the spar between Mr. Ark and him? To me, he needs more training."

Glynda shook her head, raising a brow. "We both know he wasn't serious. Might I add that this is his last year? He has plenty of time to train."

"You're right." Ozpin smiled, defeated. "You are right. I'll let him know soon."

Glynda nodded, fixing her posture. "If that is all, then I will take my leave."

Ozpin sat up, intertwining his hands together. "Yes, thank you. Rest well, Ms. Goodwitch."

Glynda nodded, turning and making her exit. Ozpin sat in silence as the elevator doors closed allowing him to let out a breath as he relaxed once again. Ozpin glanced at the photo, before standing as he looked out the window. He watched as August waved at the young heiress. She returned a small bow as the two went separate ways. Suddenly, the young assistant stopped, his eyes stopping on Ozpin in his tower. Ozpin raised a hand, lightly waving. He watched as August waved back.

Slowly, Ozpin dropped his hand, a frown replacing his smile just as August turned away. He reluctantly turned away, going back to work and to prepare.

"Just like that, Jaune." I say through slight breaths. "Slowly, no need to rush."

"Are you sure?" Jaune panted.

"Trust me. I've done this before." I reassure him.

"It's falling." Ren suddenly said.

I look up just to see the pile of books falling toward my face. I blink away as Jaune yells out before he succumbs to his grave of knowledge. I appear beside Ruby and Ren as the two winces as Jaune groans.

"I thought you said you've done this before?" Ruby raises a brow as she smugly says.

I cross my arms, glancing down at her. "I meant lifting a bed."

"Well it could be worse." Weiss suddenly said as she walked through the open door along with Pyrrha.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I scratch the back of my head.

Team RWBY, practically Ruby, asked me to help with their 'bunk beds'. Apparently, Ruby accidentally sliced her ropes while maintaining her scythe. Weiss brought back some snacks and me and her are…friendly.

"Thank you." I said, taking the water.

"No problem." She responded, though it's pretty damn awkward.

"You two haven't made up?" Yang groaned out.

"We have!" Weiss said, before glancing at me. "We have, right?"

"Yes, we sure have." I wave her off. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hold you hostage."

Weiss grimaced at the joke. Damn it. Yang cringed at the joke. "Too soon…"

"I'm trying!" I pout a bit.

"Was that a smile, Weiss?" Blake suddenly questioned.

I turned toward her only to see her head turned away. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh she definitely did." Yang teased as I kept trying to get an angle on Weiss's face.

"You both are delusional." Before I could get an angle, she marched toward the door. "I'm going to the library to study! Call me when you get Ruby's bed off mine."

'Maybe we are good!' Maybe, hopefully.

"You heard her." I say toward Jaune. "Let's go."

I turned back only to see Jaune still under the books, a pile of leaves now on him. "Help…"

Pyrrha and I looked at each other as she crossed her arms. I awkwardly smile, shrugging. We both helped Jaune before continuing with the bed.

After what seemed to be eternity, we finally fixed that damn bed. Jaune flopped onto his back, panting.

"Water, please." I obliged, pouring water in his mouth as I stood over him.

"Hey, August." Ruby suddenly asked, distracting me.

"Yeah?" I turned toward, partially drowning Jaune. "Ah-Shit! Sorry!"

He held a thumbs up, lightly coughing. "...Refreshing."

I grab a towel as I lean down and hold it out to him. "You were saying, Roses?"

"How old are you exactly?"

"That's a rude thing to say." I jokingly scoff.

"Please, you don't look old old." Yang tossed a pillow as it smacked my back.

"Wait, that's still calling me old!" I tossed back the pillow, smacking her as she landed flat on her back beside Blake.

I turned back toward Ruby. I noticed that almost everyone is kind of looking at me, with the exception of Nora who's sleeping under Yang's bunk. I sit down on the floor, leaning against the bottom bunk.

"I'm, uh, eighteen." I could see some surprised faces. "What? How old did you think I was?"

Nobody said anything, until… "Twenty?"

I stared at Jaune, my eye slightly twitched. Yang burst out laughing, while Pyrrha and Ruby snickered. Ren let out a huff of amusement, you traitor.

"I can't believe you just said that, to my face." I can't help, but laugh a bit.

"Wow, a year older than most of us." Yang shook her head. "When's your birthday?"

"Oh that passed." I laid my head on the bed. "Like a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh dang and we missed it!" Jaune said. "What did you do?"

"Eh, just ate food. I got a poncho as a gift from a second year student named Coco." Yang snapped her finger.

"Oh, Coco! You know her?"

"Yeah, though I kinda have to." I point a thumb to myself. "You know, being a school assistant."

"Oh, right." She faltered a bit. "She got you a poncho? You two friends?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I smile a bit at the thought.

"How long have you been here at Beacon?" Pyrrha asked.

"Around four years? Three and a half?" Ruby suddenly zoomed up close to my face with astonishment.

"Really?" She's practically trembling with excitement. "So you're like a full fledged hunter!"

"No-I-Wait a minute…" I guess my face is pretty easy to read. Hell, just hearing that kinda opened my eyes. "Huh, I guess that is right."

Yang hopped off the bed, landing beside my legs as she grabbed my collar, lifting me up. "That's actually cool! Come on, spar with me. Like a friendly one!"

"I don't know." I responded, looking away. "Ozpin said not to spar with students."

Please, let me go.

"Come on," Yang groaned, wrapping an arm around me. "Ozpin won't find out, plus it's not like it's a bad thing to do. Just practice."

Damn it, why are they looking at me like that? A little help?

'Nope, can't' What? Why!

'You're on your own.' Not you too.

I groan, pushing her off me. "Fine. Let's make it quick."

Yang pumped her fists with a grin as the rest quickly followed me out the dorm room. Ren walked over to Nora before closing her nose as she woke up sitting up, eyes frantic. This feels too weird.

It didn't take long for us to make it to the training room. I turned on the lights, making sure nobody saw us before rushing them inside. I walked over toward the computer to change the floor mats to a makeshift arena. The floor sunk into the ground, opening more making sure there was a bit more space.

"Wow, your own training room?" Nora asked. "So snazzy."

"It's all right." I scratch the back of my head. "So you got everything on the way?"

Yang hopped off the ledge as she landed with a slight thud. She put her hands behind her head as she walked backwards with a smirk. I could see her gauntlets around her wrist.

"Oh yeah, just waiting on you."

I begrudgingly walked over to my locker and got my equipment. I check Content and Greed's conditions before making sure it's loaded. I walk over toward the edge as I sit down and hop off. I land, fixing my clothes a bit. I pull out my scroll and sync our auras. I see them pop on the screen before turning my attention to Yang.

"Are you sure you want to go through this?" I ask. "I don't want something of mine to be broken…"

"Too late." She smirked. Fair enough… "Don't worry, I'll make sure not hit you that hard."

"I feel safer already." I sigh before getting into my stance.

The rest of team RWBY and JNPR sit on some of the benches as they begin to watch the start of the match. Ruby can feel her excitement. Her older sister vs a, technically, full fledged huntsman. She turned toward her friends.

"Who do you think is gonna win?" Ruby asked.

"Definitely August." Jaune said, wincing at memories. Pyrrha nodding.

"Really?" Blake questioned. "Yang hits hard. What if he gets caught off guard?"

"Yeah Jaune-Wait, I have to call Weiss!" Ruby stated, quickly pulling her scroll out.

While Ruby called her teammate, the rest watched as the two faced each other off. As if both guessing what the others were thinking, they both raised their weapons. Yang, however, was a bit faster. The sound of the gun alerted August as he went to take aim. However he sidestepped, barely dodging the projectile of the shotgun. Yang smirked seeing the surprised expression from her senior.

She quickly fired off more rounds as August continued to dodge or sidestep. The faunus began to take small steps forward, gaining small bits of ground. Pyrrha noticed the look in his eyes. Analyzing, same thing he did when against Jaune. That was something Pyrrha liked about the assistant. How he would always assume the person is a threat, even if it's obvious they are less skilled than him. He's humble in that regard, or precautious. The former sounds better.

Suddenly Yang aimed her gauntlets behind herself and fired, launching herself forward. August's eyes widened as Yang closed the distance in a short amount of time, her fist quickly closing toward his location. Suddenly he disappeared from his position, leaving autumn leaves. Similar to Forever Falls leaves. Her fist slammed into the floor, dust pushing away the foliage.

Yang glanced back seeing August getting back into his stance after he made some distance away. She quickly raised her fist shooting a round toward him. Ruby's eyes widened seeing August shoot her shot out the air causing a small explosion. Yang was quick about the next shot, only for August to shoot that one out the air as well.

The two locked in a small firefight. Yang shot round after round, while August would continue to out shoot her. Jaune, along with Nora and Ruby leaned forward at the display. Pyrrha smiled, now understanding why he shot quickly during training. The sound of clicks echoed in the room as both guns ran empty.

Yang quickly reached, grabbing her shells as she tossed them into the air. She flicked her wrists as she discarded her empty wracks. The new shells fell into place, locked and loaded, as she aimed her fists back and launched herself again. August finished reloading, although too late to get back in position. Quickly thinking, August raised the rifle as Yang's fist collided into it. Ruby jumped up cheering. August was forced back, surprised at the strength of the blow. He used his semblance again and teleported behind her as he slammed into the floor before jumping onto his feet and slid.

The back of his heels touched the wall, stopping his momentum. August quickly ducked under Yang's punch as it collided into the wall. Yang grunted, feeling the stock of his rifle smash into her stomach. August sidestepped an uppercut, using his rifle frame and locked her arm against it. He pulled, bending her arm awkwardly as her face slammed against the wall. She growled, bending her other arm back. August raised a free arm, blocking the elbow, making him stagger back. Now on the offensive, Yang threw a flurry of punches forcing August to either dodge or block.

Yang couldn't help, but feel her frustration rising. The calm, yet focused look in his eyes showed that he isn't struggling or worried. For someone one year older than her, it pissed her off. She just can't help, but feel pissed off. Especially when her arm suddenly stopped. She quickly noticed he used his rifle to block, but the barrel was pointed directly at her chest. Without warning, she was launched back as he pulled the trigger.

Ruby winced seeing her sister slide across the ground, rolling, before the wall abruptly stopped her speed. She didn't realize there was a huge difference. She glanced at the aura board seeing August at ninety-five percent while her sister was at eighty-two. August disappeared from his position.

Yang moved to stand up, only for a foot to kick out the back of her knee. She slammed back down on her knees as she turned to see the barrel of his rifle.

August let out a breath, as if he realized he was holding it. "Let's end it for now, please?"

Yang stared for a moment, before huffing, annoyed. "Fine, since you were a gentleman and said please."

August laughed, causing the irritation to immediately disappear from Yang's face as she smirked. She accepted his hand, pulling herself up. The two walked over toward the others as he teleported to the top as he turned around and held his hand again. Yang jumped, which surprised August as she landed beside him. He shook his head holding out a high five. Yang obviously obliged.

"That was awesome!" Ruby sped up to them both, engulfing them.

Yang returned it, though the others could see the surprise and embarrassment plaster on August's face. Jaune snickered with Pyrrha, making August blush.

"It wasn't that cool." He pushed her off.

Ruby, as if sensing the obvious, jumped on his back preventing him from walking away. "What do you mean 'wasn't that cool'? It was awesome!"

"I get it!" August tried to shake her off, failing.

"She's right, you know." Yang stepped beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I hate to admit it, but you're definitely hella strong. Do you think you're better than Uncle Qrow though?"

Ruby and August answered abruptly. "Nope."

Both of them have blank faces as Ruby's arms were wrapped around his neck. They both looked at each other, faces of equal agreement.

Yang held her hands up. "Woah, okay. We got that answer."

Ruby giggled as she stayed on August while he walked back to his locker. The doors suddenly opened causing everyone to tense up. They looked back only to sigh in relief seeing Weiss step through the door.

"I'm here!" Weiss panted, signaling that she ran. "What was the emergency?"

August slowly turned toward Ruby who sheepishly laughed. "H-Hey Weiss…Emergency's over. The spar just finished."

Weiss watched her leader point toward August and Yang. It took her a moment, but she face palmed as she muttered to herself.

"Sorry…" Ruby awkwardly said.

Weiss collected herself. "So. How did it go?"

Yang beat August to it. "I..got my butt kicked."

Weiss looked at her, before turning her attention to August who awkwardly waved. She looked back at Yang. "Really?"

"I know right?" Yang said. "Let me fill you in."

Yang walked over as she began to explain. Meanwhile, August turned back toward Ruby. "You gonna stay on me?"

"Can I?" She asked innocently. "I've never been this tall."

August laughed. "Sure, stay on."

"Yay!" She cheered. "So does your sniper change into an axe?"

"Kinda?" August answered. "Think of chained axes. Chains that have the axe part at the end. Oh and two of them."

"Like dual wielding?" Her face filled with astonishment.

"Actually, yeah." He raised a brow at her. "You know a lot about weapons, huh?"

She blushed, pouting as she looked away. "I-Is that weird? Yang said it was during the first day."

August raised a hand back, before nooging her. Ruby immediately laughed and yelped as she fought back. August stopped, laughing to himself. She fixed her hair, looking back at him.

"Nah." He finally said. "It's pretty cool. Maybe you can help if I have trouble with Content and Greed."

Ruby stared for a few moments before grinning. If she was a faunus with a tail, it would be wagging. "Content and Greed? Is that your weapon's name?"

August looked away, with a deadpan face. "Yeah, what about it?"

Ruby laughed out. "It's so lame!"

"It's not!" August looked back at her in shock. "You take that back!"

He noogied her again as the two tussled a bit.

"Okay, Okay!" Ruby laughed out loud.

"Thank you!" August huffed.

Ruby smiled widely, plopping her chin on his shoulder. "I actually really like it."

He stopped a bit, a small smile taking place. "Yeah, me too."

He stared at his weapon for a bit looking it over. The new coat of paint is holding on strong. The weight and the length, he admired. Then there's the small little engraving of a clock with the hands replaced with a single upside down cross with feather behind it on the stock.

"August?" August snapped from his thoughts, turning to see Pyrrha walking toward him.

Both Ruby and August noticed her in her armor, weapon and shield in hand. Ruby immediately filled with excitement. August not so much…

"Yeah?" He slowly answered.

"Will you honor me with a spar?" She said, voicing in the same medieval voice Jaune, August and her joked about.

Before August could deny, Ruby immediately voiced her opinion. "He would love to! Right?"

"If you keep this up, the deal about petting your dog will triple."

"Deal!" Ruby exclaimed.

August sighed as Ruby hopped off him. Pyrrha offered her condolences and offered to be gentle. A deal he graciously took. The two started walking toward the arena. The others took notice, Weiss and Yang coming back to witness this. Jaune could feel his own excitement growing. The two entered the arena, standing on opposite sides. The whispers stopped and the two watched each other.

The first to move was August, raising his rifle. The moment he shot, Pyrrha sprinted toward him, Akoúo̱ raised. The shot missed, barely, surprising August. Pyrrha did not slow as she raised Milō and jumped. August sidestep, swinging the axe on the stock toward her. August's face grew surprised again when the blade barely missed her cheek. Milō slammed against his side as he fell on his back. He pushed off the ground landing on his knee as he raised the Content. The shot sounded off, once again barely missing.

August's eyes hardened, focusing a bit more as he was forced back again. The two teams watch as Pyrrha is once again proving why she's the strongest among the first years, maybe even among all the students. Pyrrha's team watches proudly, as Pyrrha has pushed August to the defensive.

"Wow, Pyrrha really is strong." Ruby watched, eyes trailing the two.

"Of course she is." Weiss smirked. "That's Haven's champion."

"Her semblance is pretty cool." Yang suddenly said.

The others didn't seem to notice, but August's eyes widened. Pyrrha gave a sympathetic look as the handle of Milō slammed against August's cheek. August staggered, shaking his head. His eyes widened, catching a glimpse of Pyrrha's shield nearing his head. August blinked away, her shield bouncing off the wall.

Pyrrha's eyes widened before quickly turning around. Her eyes locked on August, whose rifle is being leveled. Once again he fired, her semblance pushing his barrel a bit. Another miss. She charged, firing a few shots with Milō. He blinked again, this time slightly turning before he did. Pyrrha began to turn, only for a shot to hit the back of her shoulder. She stumbled, turning toward August. Again, a shot from a different direction caused her to land on her knee as it hit her in the calf.

Everyone watches as August uses his semblance to move around quickly. Circling Pyrrha, giving her no time to use her semblance. Pyrrha quickly raised Akoúo̱, blocking most rounds. Even if he went to reload, the autumn leaves swirling around the arena, like a mirage, blocked his position. Pyrrha glanced toward the screen, seeing that her aura is gradually dropping. His aura was at a steady sixty-seven. Ninety-nine when the match started.

As the match continues for a few more seconds. Pyrrha's team began to lose hope for their teammate. Abruptly, Akoúo̱ flew out of the tornado of leaves slamming in to Augusts chest. The surprise was evident. August, being clothes lined by the shield, slammed into the floor. He winced, scrambling to his feet. Instead of aiming, he blocked Milō as sparks flashed. They both locked in a melee battle, with August attempting to go offensive.

It was obvious that it was almost impossible to even physically hit Pyrrha. Everytime he would strike, the blade would move just enough to be useless. Once he noticed the movement it was hard not to miss it. Pyrrha's shin kicked his side, staggering him again. For everyone, but the two fighters, August's attack seemed desperate. Pyrrha saw the strike, adjusting it again. Suddenly a shot rang out. The two teams let out a small collective gasp minus Blake and Ren. The stock's butt of Content, slammed against Pyrrha's cheek. The attack caused Pyrrha to fall on her back, rolling a bit away.

How could Pyrrha forget? This is a person who's trained in Beacon Academy by the headmaster himself, maybe by all the professors. He baited her to use her semblance, then the moment the stock was at her cheek, he fired using the momentum to strike her.

With the sudden advantage, August jumped. Greed's axe was raised in the air, ready to be brought down on Pyrrha. As if in a panic, Pyrrha raised her hands. August's body tensed immediately as Akoúo̱ slammed into his side. The force caused August to crash into the wall, back first. Dust formed a bit, before August slammed onto his knees then his hands.

His aura flickered, but stayed strong. Pyrrha breathed heavily as if she ran a training room fell silent, as they watched August wince a bit. Ruby broke it with cheer.

"That was totally awesome!" Pyrrha's team cheered.

Pyrrha shook her head as she stood up. She glanced at the screen, surprised to see seventy-five percent. She glanced toward his aura, cringing as she stared at the thirty-four mark. She walked over toward August only to stop as she watched him stand. The sudden annoyed expression caught her off guard. However Pyrrha could tell it wasn't directed at her.

Before she could make sure he was okay, his eyes suddenly changed to red. A red aura suddenly flashed over him. It reminded her when Yang would use her semblance, minus the fire. It also reminded her of Grimm's eyes. He suddenly spoke, his voice a bit different.

"Let's continue." A hardened look covered his face. "You still have a good amount of aura."

The way he spoke reminded her how Atlas recruiters spoke. Quick and to the point. She had the sudden urge to look at the screen. Her eyes widened seeing his aura at full capacity. She looked back at him, seeing him get into a stance. However he didn't hold his weapon the same. He held it like an axe, by the barrel.

She reluctantly got into her stance, Milō and Akoúo̱ summoned into hand. He charged, raising the axe overhead. As he swung down, she pushed it to the side a bit. Pyrrha raised her shield, ment to bait or stagger him.

However the moment she swung her shield, the speed was off. Pyrrha felt as if her shield got heavier, slower. August ducked under the attack, his free fist aiming for her side. Once again, she used her semblance to add speed into Milō. His fist collided with it, staggering her back.

The force of his attack was stronger than before. As if he had a sudden burst of strength. Both Pyrrha and August were similar. They both analyzed fights, adjusted well, and learned. Pyrrha couldn't help, but feel as though she was fighting a different person.

It was August, but it wasn't. So it made sense that Pyrrha noticed several differences. August is now left handed, not like before. He was faster and stronger, yet rarely used the rifle itself. Every attack she made, it felt heavy. As if she was swinging through water. He also never used his semblance. No more teleporting, no autumn leaves. It was as if this weight was his semblance.

During one of the tournaments, it's not new that she fought cheaters and people who used foul play. One opponent had a semblance that allowed her to use other semblances. In the end Pyrrha won, but she couldn't help but pick up the skill to figure out if someone was using another semblance. She never thought she'd get to use it, but to think it lets her have some idea of what's going on.

Both teams watched, amazed and shocked at the sudden shift of the match. Ruby couldn't tear her eyes away along with Weiss and Jaune. The fight between the two could be more or less described as a dance. Both were effortlessly dodging, both hitting empty air. This continued as if both were equally matched. Two sides of the same coin.

Pyrrha couldn't help, but feel the emotion from August's movements. Anger, yet not directed at her. Defensive, yet not against her. It's as if this is the first time in her life where she wasn't just fighting to win. She was fighting to understand.

Pyrrha bashed with her shield, hoping to end the dance. Her eyes widened seeing August catch her shield with a crushing grip. She was suddenly pulled forward, his hand raising the blade going to strike her. The speed made her realize it might be too late to move so best to adjust the damage she might receive. Suddenly it stopped, the blade inches away from her face.

Her eyes focused on August. The familiar orange eyes were there along with the flicker of orange aura. The hardened look softened as he suddenly backed up. He smiled, as she lowered her weapons. August suddenly crashed onto his butt, letting off a groan.

He huffed, joining Pyrrha in breathing heavily. "Ah shit. That…was wild."

She stared down at him, confusion filling her thoughts. "Y-Yeah, it was."

Fatigue hit her a bit too hard. She joined him on the ground, watching him. He slowly laid onto his back breathing. He let off a few laughs, glancing at her.

"Damn, you're stronger than me." He laughed.

She glanced at the screen, barely seeing the two teams coming down to join them. Forty-two percent. It's as if the hundred was just her imagination.

"Yes." She breathed, glancing back. "It appears so."

"That was the coolest thing I have ever seen!" Yang stood over August with the biggest grin. "God, I even felt that rush!"

"Yes, it was definitely unexpected." Ren approached Pyrrha, holding out water, which she graciously consumed.

"Yeah!" Nora pumped her fist. "He was like, Pow! And you were like, shwing! He was like, can't touch this! And you were the same!"

Pyrrha giggled at Nora's description as Ren tried to calm her.

"That was the first time I've seen you sweat that much." Jaune held out a towel.

Pyrrha, although blushed at his comment, also noticed that. This was like her morning weekend workouts. She also noticed August sweating as well.

"I'll be honest." Weiss said standing over the two, turning her attention toward August. "You definitely raised my opinion of you."

August laughed, holding up a thumbs up. "That's great."

After a bit more of relaxing, Weiss noticed the time. Soon everyone was going back to the dorms, each of them thinking about the sparring sessions differently. Pyrrha however, wants to know more about August. Hopefully her team will help her.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this. Took me a bit, but that's because I kept rewriting the fight scenes. Hopefully, I did good enough lmao. Also I hope my spin on Pyrrha is enjoyable. This turned out longer than I expected. Once again, let me know what ya think!