Noticing his partner dragging his catch of the night into his workplace, "What did you catch tonight, Erwin?" asked the man sharpening his cleaver.

"Skeets, another body," dumping the contents at Erwin's feet.

Studying the cadaver, "Seems undeveloped. Can't tell the gender."

"Figure that out after examination. Need to know how much meat to charge those Saltwater slavers."

"They need to keep their fighting stock fed."

"Been slim."

"With people not using the trails."

"More like well feed using those transports," exiting the room.

Tossing the cadaver onto the table, Skeets's hand hovered over the tray of surgical tools on his left. Gripping a pair of scissors, he removed the rags that served as clothes.

Noting a recent scar along her neck, he felt between the legs. Yes, this was an underdeveloped girl. Drawing craving lines over her body, he turned his back. Detecting a metallic ping, he noticed an empty space where a knife should be. Turning, he saw the missing carving knife in his stomach.

The hand of the dead girl gripped the hilt. Her hand went upwards causing Skeets's guts to splat onto the floor. Tripping over his entrails caused him to fall onto his ass. Trying to shove his organs into his body, he witnessed the dead girl drop to the floor. On her hands and knees like a cat, her brown and pink eyes stared at butcher of the dead. Her head tilted left to right like a clock pendulum. Smiling like a cat staring at a mouse, she lunged at him driving the blade into his right eye.

Walking through the courtyard, "You never filled out the customer service questionnaire," brought their attention onto Blake.

"Really?" said Yang.

Slapping it against Yang's forehead, Blake placed her hand on the back of Winston's neck pulling until their lips touched.

The questionnaire dropped from Yang's face allowing her to witness the locking of lips between Blake and Winston. Pulling them apart, Yang sent her right fist at Blake.

Catching Yang's arm, "Calm down," said Winston.

"One to ten," kicking Winston's shin.

Driving her elbow between the bent over Winston's shoulders, Yang leaped over Winston. Rushing towards the smirking Blake, Yang's right fist headed towards Blake's chest. Twisting to avoid Yang's fist, Blake bent her fingers into a claw. Grabbing Yang's wrist, Blake's left palm struck Yang's elbow. Bottom of Blake's right foot struck Yang's knee. Heading towards the ground, Yang's palms landed on the ground. Leaping towards Blake, Blake bent backwards causing her foot to catch under Yang's chin.

Stumbling couple steps backwards, Yang shook her head. Slamming her fists together, Yang swung at Blake's head. Spinning, Blake went down on her left knee. Placing her hands on the ground, she drove her right foot backward at Yang's knees.

Catching Blake's right leg, Yang drove her right fist towards Blake's face. Winston tackled Yang. They rolled causing students to dodge the rolling teammates. Rolling into the base of a fountain, Yang on top got her arms wrapped up with Winston's arms. Jumping allowed Winston's legs to wrap Yang's waist. Yang bit Winston's right thigh. Yang rammed her head into Winston's stomach. Blocking her head butt freed her arms to slam against Winston's arms.

Jumping on Yang's back, Blake wrapped her arms around Yang's neck. Gripping the back of Blake's head, she flipped Blake onto Winston's face. Bending her knees, Blake prevented planting her butt onto Winston's face. Yang slammed her forearm into Blake's back. Still gripping Yang's thighs caused Yang to drop downwards for Winston to slide his legs under her arms. Leaning backwards, Winston aimed Yang's shoulders towards the ground. Pressing her foot off Winston's face, her body went counterclockwise. Landing on her feet, she wrapped her arms around Winston's legs. Leaning backwards, she slingshoted Winston out of the quad.

Focusing on Blake, the crouching Yang sent her fists at Blake's head. Dodging, Blake's head slammed into Yang's left knee dazing Blake allowing her body to get pounded by Yang's punches. Gripping Yang's forearms, Blake wrapped her legs around Yang's waist. Gripping Blake's arms, Yang slammed Blake's back against the concrete ground. Gripping Blake's neck, Yang aimed her fist at Blake's head. Arms wrapped around Yang's arm. Hands pried Yang's hand from Blake's neck. Noticing the hands belonged to Blake's Shadow clones. Straining her arm muscles, Yang shattered Blake's clones.

Sliding under Yang's legs only for Yang's forearm aginst her shoulders caused Blake to land on her face. Pulling Blake forward by her neck, Yang slammed her into the ground.

Aiming her fist at the back of Blake's head, a gust of wind knocked Yang off Blake. Watching Yang floated in the air, Blake saw the source of the mini wind tunnel. It was Winston using Satyricon.

Watching Winston suspend Yang in the air, Blake stepped towards Winston then planted her lips against his.

Licking her lips, "I can see why she's territorial."

Watching Blake skip away, Winston detected the colorful language flowing from Yang's mouth. Directing Yang towards the fountain brought more colorful language from Yang. Closing Satyricon caused Yang to drop into the fountain,

Standing on her knees, Yang whipped her head back.

Rubbing her hands along her ribs, "Like how my wet clothes cling to my curves," remarked Yang.

Rolling her eyes, Winston turned to witness a smirking Glynda with her arms crossed and tapping Disciplinarian against her arm staring over the rim of her glasses.

Sitting across from Jaune and Pyhrra, "Time to vote for a new team leader," said Nora.

Slapping the coughing Jaune's back, "Why do you think that Nora?" asked Pyhrra.

"Pyhrra, we're carrying the team leader."

"Nora," replied Jaune, "I'm…"

"How do we decide?" asked Pyhrra, "We need a tie breaker."

"Pyhrra, I'm…" getting his mouth covered by Pyhrra's hand.

"Ren does his slicing the bottle trick."

"Nora," said Ren.

"Come on, Ren."

"Nora," replied Pyhrra, "If Ren can slice through a bottle then he can be team leader."

Placing a bottle in front of Ren, Nora shoved a butcher's cleaver in Ren's hand.

"Not that bottle," said Pyhrra removing the bottle, "this bottle," placing a different bottle in front of Ren."

Lining up the bottle, Ren lifted up the cleaver. Straighten the bottle a bit, Ren brought down the cleaver towards the bottle sending the bottle at Jaune's face. Catching the bottle, Jaune fell backwards onto the floor.

Staring at Jaune, "Guess," remarked Pyrrha, "it's all in the reflexes."