SLVR

Once Reyna gave him the go ahead, Vance had spilled everything, from what happened to Lev to Sylvia and Seymour's interactions. He chatted all the way back to Beacon, helping Reyna carry the groceries as he was finally shooed away so she could get to work cooking. Sylvia felt better knowing that Wunderland would have someone looking into the mystery of what happened in the Emerald Forest, but hearing about Lev just taking off soured her mood once again. Though she couldn't keep worried for long as soon enough Vance dragged her to the feast Reyna and Ellie had worked so hard to make. Sylvia managed to relax, chatting with the two teams and generally enjoying the experience. Things seemed to look up when Lev came back to the room, only to leave the team in a reluctant peace.

The new routine left Sylvia more on edge than normal. She was often tinkering at her desk when she wasn't drowning in the homework. With how Lev was pushing himself, it was a wonder that he somehow managed to keep up with everything. She had managed to stay mostly afloat despite the setback she had gained. Vance seemed to be struggling far more than the faunus boy expected, frowning as he poured himself into trying desperately to catch up with the papers.

Lev's sudden statement after days of silence pulled the team out of their respective projects. Sylvia set down a prototype for one of her projects, grabbing a towel to rub the grease and oil off of her hands. "Like hell we won't come along. We're going to be watching you and supporting you as much as we can from the sidelines, even if I think this is a stupid idea." Sylvia set her towel down, satisfied with her clean hands despite the streaks of grease and oil that had managed to sneak onto her clothes, arms, and face.

Vance popped up, abandoning his homework without a second glance as he stood behind his leader. "We're a team! So we're going to come and watch you fight! Just cause you've been avoiding us this week doesn't mean we won't still come with you when you're gonna fight Azule! Right, Rain?" The faunus boy asked, turning his bright eyes to Reyna as he reveled in the distraction from homework. Though concern ran through his veins for the black haired boy, Vance was mostly excited to see how one of their team members would stack up against the strongest student in the school.
 
"I just want to see 'im get knocked on his hide for once." Reyna responded to her partner, picking herself up from her bed and quickly changing into something nicer than her usual attire. It wasn't anything as frilly as what she wore to the market, but it was classy none-the-less.

His team was on a role today. Lev shrunk back when Sylvia reminded him how stupid fighting Azule was, and he couldn't bare to keep eye-contact with anyone after Vance's reminder that he had been avoiding everyone. Reyna's matter-of-fact remark was just the icing on the cake. "Y-Yeah, alright..." He affirmed before heading out. It didn't take long before SLVR reached the duel's destination. Azule stood in wait with another human boy, presumably the last member of AZUR.

"Draw your weapon. I'll decide whether you deserve the breath it takes to speak after we're done." Azule demanded before turning to his comrade and giving a brief nod. The leader then pulled out his scroll and made a quick call. Seconds later, a locker fell at his side, cracking open slowly to reveal a glint of viciously dark metal. Slowly, and with the slightest of smiles, Azule pulled out a giant scythe, the crescent of it's blade curving around its wielder like a black-metal halo. Nothing seemed extensively technical about it, but the weapon still seemed to resonate a morbid aura of its own. After taking a quick look and feel of the blade and staff, Azule got in his stance and prepared to fight.

Lev, meanwhile, had his rifle at the ready, as well as his grenades and various other tools. Sure, he wasn't as flashy as Azule, but he was more than capable, right? That's what having options meant, right? ...Lev brushed his bangs away. He was in no mood to fight today. Chances were he wouldn't be ready to fight tomorrow either. The raven haired boy looked up and felt his pride swell up a little, but looking back at Sylvia tanked it. They might've been teammates, but he certainly wasn't worth all the effort she put into him over the past few weeks. Forcing his thoughts aside, Lev prepared himself for his fight, despite his mindset about it.

"Uriah will fire three shots. On the third, we begin." Azule called out, leaving the presumed Uriah to pull out a pistol and raise it high in the air.

BANG!

BANG!!

BANG!!!

And Azule was off, gliding across the flats as if on skates. He reached Lev in a matter of seconds, landing a powerful swipe on the clearly unfocused boy and sending him flying back. The hit quickly woke Lev up from his fleeting thoughts, allowing him to reflexively catch himself in midair. His rifle was out in a blink, and shots rang out across the field as he attempted to hit Azule.

The notorious Reaper hadn't even begun though. With a raise of his hand, icy crystals arose from his feet, propelling up like a wall in front of him. True to his word, he didn't even take a moment to taunt, instead propelling his wall of frozen spines at his opponent. Lev dodged above it easy enough, but it had been just enough of a distraction to change the game. In the time it took Lev to see the ice projectile and heave himself over it, Azule's entire body radiated a cold-snap with a diameter large enough to cover the entire field in frost. Uriah had been kind enough to step in front of the rest of team SLVR with a large and unique-looking umbrella that seemed to block the cold. Once he was sure the scene had been set, Uriah returned to his own spot, placing the umbrella back in the nearby locker before resuming his watch of the fight.

Lev took in the field with a flustered look on his face. The air had come to a stand-still. It was bone-dry. He wouldn't be getting anywhere in the air at this rate. Hearing the grass crunch under his feet made him even less confident. If he used his semblance carelessly, he'd just be stepping on a field of needles...but he could do this. Lev clenched his fist, and shifted his weapon's form to close-range specs. Like in his fight with Reyna, he crouched down low, and set his fingers and toes against the frozen grass. The next moment, he was gone. In a blur of black, he rushed around Azule, looking for an opening. At various intervals, he would lunge at his opponent, only to retreat and change up his running pattern to make an attempt again. For a moment, it seemed like his strategy was working, but at the same time, Azule was hardly bothering to make a move. It was as though Lev was being gauged.

The Azure Emperor was unamused. After letting his aura drop to about two-thirds of it's maximum strength, he sighed, and clenched his great scythe with both of his hands. From that moment, Azule's eyes were locked straight on Lev's, no matter how fast he traveled, nor how complex his flight pattern became. Lev could feel the blistering gaze of his opponent, and it made his heart sink, but that wasn't the end. With a giant swing, Azule revealed the secret of his, the Grim Reaper's, scythe, causing the blade to segment and separate. What was a blade like the moon turned into a storm of blades like glass, interconnected by a monstrous and flexible metal cord. The added length allowed Azule to catch up with Lev without moving from his spot, and soon, the raven haired boy was on the ground, fighting the urge to groan and yell in pain. The cord had caught him in the arm, popping his shoulder out of its socket with ease. The scythe blades did a number on his coat as well, causing equipment to spill out uselessly.

BANG!!!

And the battle was over. Azule stood over his prey, fury in his eyes. "What was that?" He asked as his scythe brought itself back together. "Was that supposed to be our wager? I expected more of some prodigy."

"Yeah, well-"

"Shut up!" Azule spat before Lev could get anything else out. Bending down, the blue-haired fighter brittled the joints of Lev's gauntlet with his ice before tearing it off unceremoniously. Smaller parts seemed to snap off as he hoisted it above his beaten opponent. "This is an embarrassment. You are an embarrassment. Look at this, Lev Castor. Your weapon says everything about you. This gauntlet is just a thin sheet between you and reality, and every time you dawn it, that is you refusing to accept that reality, because like this gauntlet, you are useless, brittle, and pathetic without the rest of your set."

Azule tossed the frozen and mangled remains of the gauntlet aside, picking up the short-spear next. "And this? This is supposed to help you? This is a yard-stick, and you use it with the hopes of holding off giants. You're a brat, trying to poke away your fears and problems with a caveman's tool. What a joke. Only a desperate and weak-willed man would hold his weaknesses further than an arm's length, yet still protect the arm." Tossing the spear away, Azule returned his focus to Lev. "That was a pathetic excuse for a weapon."

"That was a gift..."

"That is a curse! It attaches itself to you; tells you to rely on your own strength rather than those who would help you." Azule looked towards Sylvia, Reyna, and Vance, making sure the point sunk in, "That is not a weapon. That is a handicap; a crutch. Now stand up and accept our terms."

Lev clearly lost the last of his will to argue after Azule's harsh tongue had done its work. His gut wrenched, his head hurt, and eventually after a moment of struggling, Azule grabbed his arm and hoisted Lev up himself. Then AZUR's leader turned to his company, who was already at the ready with a weapon wrapped in cloth. Whatever it was, it reached a solid two or three inches higher than Lev, but was no thinner than two inches wide.

"Take your boon, Castor. Time to rely on something other than yourself." Azule spoke before stepping aside, allowing Uriah to hold the weapon for Lev's taking. Slowly, he reached his hand out and grabbed ahold of the clothed weapon. The second his grip tightened, a warning sounded on SLVR's aura monitors; Lev's aura had just dropped below 10%. With a wince of pain, the black haired boy snatched his hand away, reaching instead for just the cloth. With a swift motion, he revealed what Uriah held out to him, a Long Odachi with a blade as black as Azule's scythe. Lev was taken aback for a moment, but took hold of the hilt awkwardly in acceptance.

"It's a part of my personal collection, but after seeing you flounder in battle like you did, consider it a gift. I have no more need for it." Azule shrugged as he watched Lev struggle with the weight of his new weapon. Finding balance with a dislocated shoulder proved too difficult for the moment, so Lev settled the blade on the frozen ground and sat beside it, not caring about Azule anymore. The leader of AZUR took notice of the raven haired boy's broken will, and walked away without another word. Uriah walked close beside him, moving his hands in seemingly unintelligible patterns.

Reyna, who had been paying more attention to Uriah than Lev after the battle finished up, gasped loudly at what she saw. Detaching herself from Vance's side, she booked it over to the silent company of Azule and moved her hands in the same manner as him. Azule was more surprised than anyone could have been at that moment, stepping back quite a ways as he watched his partner and the strange, pink haired girl sign to each other. After saying a few words to the both of them, Azule proceeded on alone, leaving Reyna and Uriah to do what they would.

So the scene reached its end. Lev sat on the battlefield alongside his new weapon, equal parts bewildered, tired, and overcome. On a positive note, Reyna seemed to have made a new friend, but in the midst of the frozen flats, where every blade of grass was like a sickle to remind everyone of who had been the victor, it was a very small bonus.
 
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Sylvia sighed as Reyna made her dislike for Lev known once again, simply following as Lev led them to the battle grounds. Once they met up, Azule didn't waste much time as he quickly asserted himself as the better in this situation, not even letting Lev get a word in as he called his weapon and explained the terms to start. As much as Sylvia wanted to keep her attention solely on Lev and his fight, she found her attention being drawn to the beautiful weapon that was Azule's scythe. Her fingers twitched with the urge to get her hands on it, to find out just what made the scythe tick. She tore her gaze away by the third bang of Uriah's gun. The fight was on.

Immediately Azule set the pace for the battle, leaving Lev to flounder as his team watched. The battle went like a bang, harsh but quick. Soon enough Lev was on the ground, being belittled by the frigid leader of AZUR. Sylvia had to bite her lip and cross her arms to keep her from going over there and just getting Lev out. As soon as Azule started tearing off Lev's weapon, however, Sylvia felt a bigger anger well up. She was mad at the man's harsh words, yes, but to so willingly destroy an extension of one's self, a gift as Lev had said. She wanted to go over to Azule and sock him not only for belittling her teammate but also for crushing his weapon so easily. She glared when he stared at her and her team to get the point across, as if she didn't already realize this important fact. Indignation raged through her veins, Sylvia practically gnawing at her lip as she watched the situation unfold. Even Azule giving Lev one of his own weapons-a beautiful sword that she just wanted to examine extremely thoroughly-didn't cool the silverette's temper as she tried desperately not to just run over there and give Azule a piece of her mind. Finally, the man was done, leaving Lev crumpled on the ground.

Vance had watched with bright eyes as Lev fought, holding onto a childlike ignorance that Lev could pull through and win the fight. This was quickly dashed as Azule proceeded to beat Lev into the ground and insulted, flinching at Azule's harsh tone and severe words. The faunus boy turned to Sylvia to see her practically seething. His wolf ears quickly fell flat against his head, hidden in his fluffy mass of hair. He was about to turn to his partner when she seemed to notice something about the other boy, Uriah, he guessed, and ran over to him. Vance frowned in confusion as they seemed to gesture wildly to each other, making the faunus boy tilt his head as he tried to figure out what in the world they were doing. His concentration was broken by his leader's voice.

"Come on. Let's get Lev to the nurse's office." Sylvia noted, walking toward the raven haired boy with a determined stride. Vance looked between Reyna and his leader before following the silverette with a trot. Once the pair reached Lev, Sylvia knelt down and gently wrapped Lev's good arm around her shoulders. "We'll start training once you're better. For now, let's get you to Mr. Siebenschläfer." She started to guide the injured boy into a standing position, her arm wrapped tightly around Lev's waist to keep him supported. "Vance, could you and Reyna grab his weapons and meet up with us back at the room?" With a firm nod and a salute, Vance set off running. Sylvia smiled and started leading Lev back to the nurse's office.

The faunus boy wasted no time calling to the pinkette, "Rain! Can you give me a hand?" With a shockingly ginger touch, Vance lifted the strange sword, looking at it with pure curiosity as he wondered if this strange weapon really sucked aura like it seemed when Lev had touched it. He waited for Reyna to come over and Uriah to leave before starting their trek back to the dorm. "So what were those hand motion-thingies you were doing with the other guy?" Vance asked, turning bright eyes to his partner.
 
Lev remained in his own state of purgatorial self-loathing and frustration as he was helped up by Sylvia. Despite finding his footing easily enough, the black haired boy still welcomed his partner's helping hand. As they walked together, Lev pressed his head into the silverette's, closing the distance so he could put as little effort into speaking as possible.

"I screwed up, Syv..." He whispered, leaning comfortably into the weight of her steps. Even with his aura so low, Lev used his semblance to make sure he didn't throw her off balance. Swallowing hard and fighting the dry state Azule's frost left his mouth in, Lev whispered out a lingering, "I'm sorry." before shutting up for the rest of the trek.

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Meanwhile, Reyna was caught up in a discussion with Uriah when Vance called out to her. She gave a squeak of surprise, bouncing in the air a bit before realizing who it came from. Uriah's face contorted into snickers, though no noise came from the taller brunette. With a few more signs and a wave, he left to follow his leader, allowing Reyna to lend her partner a hand. At Vance's question, the pinkette gigged.

"That's called sign-language, Vance." She answered, picking up pieces of Lev's discarded gauntlet. "People who can't hear and people who can't speak use that to talk." Reyna picked herself up from scrounging the ground after making sure everything was accounted for, taking her place at the wolf boy's side as they walked. "Uriah is a mute, I guess, so that's just how he has to talk. Crazy how he got into Beacon without being able to speak though... I mean, communication between team members is crazy important!" She babbled on as they walked, seemingly engrossed with the new friend she had made.
 
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Sylvia sighed as Lev apologized, managing to get to the nurse's office. "Apology accepted. However, Azule shouldn't have said all those things to you. He was way out of line with some of the things he said, and breaking your weapon was taking it way too far." She scowled at the memory, knocking on the door to the nurse's office. The mouse faunus opened the door, took one look at Lev, then led him over to a bed to get a better look at the boy. Sylvia gently helped Lev onto the bed, crossing her arms and stepping back to let the nurse do what he needed to do.

It only took a moment for Mr. Siebenschläfer to deduce the problems, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he bandaged Lev up, working on fixing his dislocated shoulder first. "What in the world did you do to get so beat up like this?" Checking his scroll, the nurse nearly did a double take as he saw how low Lev's aura was. "Did you decide to fight a horde of Grimm by yourself?! Letting your aura level get this low is extremely dangerous young man!" Sylvia bit her lip as the man gripped Lev's arm. "This'll hurt for a while, but we need to pop it back in. On 3. 1... 2..." The man popped Lev's shoulder back in place, double checking to make sure everything was fine before grabbing a sling to put the arm in. "You should probably take a shower when you get back to your room, something warm to relax the muscles. You're not to do any hard training until at least two weeks have passed." The faunus man proceeded to show Lev how to redress any of his bandages and how to shower without aggravating his shoulder too much.

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As Reyna talked, Vance couldn't help but feel a rather bad feeling start to bubble up in his stomach. He frowned as his partner continued to go on and on about how interesting Uriah is and how amazing it is that he got into Beacon without being able to communicate. "Well, I'm sure he's got a special way to communicate with his team." Vance snapped a little more harshly than he intended. "Besides, it's not like he's that interesting. Sure he talks with fancy hand signs, but I could learn how to do that too, easy!" The faunus boy huffed, unsure what this strange beast that had curled in his stomach was, why it was making him react so harshly to Reyna talking about this new boy as if he was so great. Just cause he could communicate differently.

Once at the room, Vance dropped Lev's new weapon unceremoniously on his desk and flopped into a cross legged position on his bed. The strange feeling irritated Vance, which only served to make the stupid feeling bigger. He didn't like Reyna talking about some new guy all impressed like that, because the guy wasn't all that great! Sides, he was teammates with a bunch of jerks! That had to mean that he was an utter jerk too! Vance huffed as the weighty feeling in his gut just raged higher.
 
Lev allowed Sylvia to rag on Azule. He still wasn't sure what to think about the blue-blooded upperclassman yet, and he didn't want to delve any deeper than he had to until he was well again. Once they got to the nurse's office, he sat himself down and let whatever was going to happen, happen. However, he didn't recall the pain of a dislocated shoulder being so severe, so his cry was sharp and loud once it popped back in place. Despite his reaction, he remained quiet when faced with the nurse's questions. He would nod in understanding at some, shake his head at others, but otherwise remained motionless. Some heavy breaths, an uneasy transition into a sling, and various instructions later, and he was moving with his partner once more.

"The doc said no hard training for two weeks..." He was more vocal now that his wounds had been addressed. Looking at Sylvia with a brand new understanding of the word "humility," Lev continued. "Do you think you could help me out, getting used to the sword n' all? I mean, it's sleek, but it's solid metal. I can bench it, but I could really use a hand getting used to it." He caught himself before he could ask for a spar, swallowing his eagerness to become stronger in order to accept reality. "I'm not asking for anything rough. I just want to carry it around. Use it to get my arm moving again. That sort of thing. I... I guess I can't really do much more than that."

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"O-Oh, well, sure!" Reyna responded to his snap with caution, unsure where the heat was coming from. "I'm just impressed is all. And I'm sure you could learn sign-language! Hey, maybe I could teach you sometime. Then you can be friends with Uriah too!" the pinkette smiled, letting the depth of his words fly right past her. Once they were in the room, Reyna, taking less notice of Vance than usual, carefully picked up the sword he had dropped and set it gently by Lev's bed. Then, pulling out a small, sealed notebook and pen from a dresser compartment, she settled on her bed, unsealed the diary, and began to write, smiling and humming all the while.
 
Sylvia raised an eyebrow as Lev mentioned what the nurse had ordered. She knew very well what his limitations were for the moment. She had been standing right there after all. As Lev explained his plan, Sylvia couldn't help the smile that wound itself on her face. "All right, I'll help you on one condition." She held up a finger, looking Lev in the eye. "You have to wear the sling for at least a week. You can't do anything with that arm without risking messing up your shoulder further right now, so give it time to properly heal, then we can work on getting you used to the sword with that arm. For now, we can only work with your good arm." With that she opened the door and ushered Lev into the room. "Now into the shower! Mr. Siebenschläfer said you should take one so off you go!" Sylvia urged him off with a motherly tone, glad to have her team all together and ready to work. Her ideas for team moves were put on hold for the moment until Lev got to use his original weapon again.

As Reyna continued to keep her focus on the other boy, Vance huffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah I guess..." He bit out, frustrated with Reyna for not noticing his frustrations and with himself for having these strange feelings that were roaring in the pit of his stomach. He was about to try and get Reyna's attention again when Sylvia and Lev came in, Lev in a sling and Sylvia ushering him into the shower. "Is Lev okay?" The faunus asked, frowning as he saw the other injuries caused by Azule. "Is he not gonna be able to train with us?" He switched his attention to Sylvia, concerned for his teammate.

"He'll be fine, Vance. He can still train, just nothing hardcore. We're gonna stick to the simple stuff for now. Though, Lev, do you mind if I take a look at your new weapon? Just cause I'm a techie doesn't mean I'm less of a weapons nerd." Sylvia piped up, her fingers itching to look over every inch of Lev's new sword and figure just what it was made of and if there were any special... surprises they needed to know about.
 
Lev clicked his tongue at the order to wear the sling for so long, but he shook his head with a faint smile. "Yeah yeah, I got it. No funny business with the injury." He would've continued, but was quickly shoved into the shower by his leader. From inside the bathroom door, he answered with a, "Sure, knock yourself out!" before cranking on the faucet.

The blade, upon closer inspection was wrapped in excruciatingly high-quality cotton fabric, apparent from the stitching alone. Smooth and thick, it could've been used for a pillow were it not for one thing: The glint of a black-metal blade shimmering through a cut in the cloth, accompanied by a minuscule speck of blood. Upon unwrapping, the blade proved to be as slim, if not slimmer, than Lev described. Bathed in light, the black turned out to be more of a light onyx, with a brighter shine and a glossier finish than normal metals. It was as though it had been bussed to the moon and back, and with Azule's namesake, that was likely the case. Taking in the blade as a whole, a few things could be noted. The Long Odachi that had once been Beacon's Grim Reaper's was built with length over substance. It was as unwieldy as a katana-build of blade came, single-edged, and capable of towering over the tallest of SLVR's members. Though the blade was secluded to a single side, the case could've been made that it was sharpened to a molecular level. Then there was the hilt. It was simple: A handle, wrapped in a dark blue cloth with as much care and value as the rest of the blade and its packaging, and a guard, comprised of a thicker, shimmering silver metal. Perhaps the greatest oddity of the blade is that it was...just that. A blade. For all the surface area the weapon offered for customization, Lev's new sword was untouched. Aside from that, there was nothing special about the sword. Even the blade, having cut through the black haired boy's dwindled aura, was nothing more than exquisitely sharp, or perhaps Lev's grip on the blade been unstably strong.

Before any deeper inspection could be carried out, a knock came at team SLVR's door. Reyna's nonchalant humming and writing had already been interrupted by concern for Lev's condition and curiosity in the new weapon, so she picked herself up from her bed to get the door, only to step back wildly and quickly in retaliation. Standing in the doorway, extremely long sheath in hand, stood Azule. His expression was as icy as it had been only an hour or so before.

"I forgot to give him this. He'll need it." Azule was blunt, handing off the last piece of the weapon before taking an unabashed look around the room. For a moment, he seemed caught up in Sylvia's workspace, then his gaze fluttered over to Vance, then to Reyna, then back to Sylvia. "Slater," he began, brushing off his cloak as methodically as if it were part of the conversation, "you might as well get whatever it is off your chest. I don't have time to have underclassmen brood under me." His eyes were calculated and fierce. With one look, he made sure she knew he saw her anger back on the field, and he was prepared to return it ten-fold if he needed to. However, with another look around, Azule allowed his expression to soften. Reyna had gotten into pajamas, Lev was still in the shower, and it was likely that the rest of the team was settling down too.

"Meet me on the roof, please." He sighed, about-facing and closing the door behind him.

Reyna was back on her bed at this point, running a hand through her hair with clenched teeth. "Yikes Sylvia, what's the deal with all that?"
 
With the go ahead, Sylvia wasted no time in examining the weapon and all of its details. Immediately she was floored and slightly jealous of the materials that went into the weapon, seeing just how much care was put into making the blade as deadly as it could be. It seemed over all simplistic in design, but that just left room for potential that Sylvia had to remind herself that this wasn't Lev's permanent weapon. His weapon was currently in dire need of some TLC that she would definitely be more than willing to give. Just as she finished up examining Lev's new weapon and was about to check out the damage, someone knocked on their door. Reyna got it, saving Sylvia the trouble only for the one person she didn't want to see to walk in. He brought in the sheath, Sylvia taking it and sliding it onto the sword. "Storm." She responded, crossing her arms. Her team was trying to bunker down for the night, she didn't need his interruptions. With his demand to get her thoughts out, she simply glared. He seemed to (finally) notice that her team was trying to relax for the night and changed his terms, leaving them.

The tension in the room deflated as Vance sighed. "Yeah, Sylvia, why does he want to talk to you?" He started to gather his own pajamas, getting ready to change after Lev came out of the bathroom.

Sylvia sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "Well, I don't really know. Maybe he noticed that I wasn't exactly... okay with how he handled the fight with Lev. I better go meet him though. I'll see you guys in a bit." She waved, giving her team a smile before heading out to meet up with the upperclassman. As she climbed up to the roof, Sylvia thought through exactly what she wanted to say to the boy. It'd do no good to just go off on him. She just needed to keep it short and sweet. Tell him exactly what she felt then leave and get ready to work on Lev's weapon.

Taking a deep breath, Sylvia opened the door to the roof and walked up to Azule, keeping a respectable distance. "Storm." She greeted. "I think you took it too far back there. I could understand you being upset since Lev talked so big, but breaking his weapon? Using such harsh words? That's just cruel." The silverette sighed, running a hand through her hair before crossing her arms across her chest. "Now, if that's all you wanted from me, I should probably go back."
 
Lev came out of the shower just as Sylvia left. With a wave, Reyna watched her leader depart before turning to the black haired boy and filling him in on the current situation. Meanwhile, on the roof, Azule stood in anticipation, brushing away anything that tried to stick to his coat. He seemed to be having trouble with a particular spot of dust when Sylvia arrived. Her bluntness about the situation clued him in to her current mood, so he turned to meet her gaze, eyes as dead and cold as ever.

"The world is cruel, Slater." He began, stepping forward to a more appropriate distance. Now that he was closer, and unaccompanied by his team, it was almost humorous how short he was. Azule's head barely reached Sylvia's nose, but he continued on as though he were a giant. "If you can look me in the eyes and call me callous because I said a few mean words to your teammate, then you're as big a fool as he was for challenging me." Azule took a moment to think before speaking again, a twinge of patience finally starting to color his eyes.

"...As a more experienced leader, let me make something perfectly clear. I could be blind and still see that he was a problem within your team. I don't know what his story is, but whatever it might be, he needs to forget it and move on. It's not doing anyone any favors." With that, he paused and awaited Sylvia's response.
 
Sylvia bit her lip to avoid interrupting Azule and berating him for his condescending tone. Once he was done and gave her a chance to respond, the silverette took a deep breath. "Trust me, I know how cruel the world can be. Though it's not just your words I had a problem with, it was the fact that you also decided to break Lev's weapon so callously. It's like you said, the weapon is an extension of yourself. Breaking it just like that, even if you were trying to prove a point, was ruthless." With that out of the way, Sylvia felt her stance soften as she thought over Azule's advice. The silverette looked away from the upperclassman, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and figure out what to say.

"... I'll keep that in mind." She finally conceded, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair. "Though I don't think it'll be that easy to just get him to forget it all in one day. He hasn't really had a wake up call until he decided to challenge you, so I guess I have to thank you for that... I'll do my best to help him along though." Turning, Sylvia let her arms fall as she took a good look at Azule. He was short, which brought a small quirk to Sylvia's lips. Despite his stature, he was none the less intimidating. Cold and calculating, but patient. Good leader material. Even though she didn't like the guy, she adored the care and attention he poured into his weapons. He also seemed to be pretty darn good at his position if he could manage to get a rag tag group like his team into the best of the school. Sylvia could only hope that her team became half as good.

With one last sigh, Sylvia gave the cold leader a small smile. "Thanks for the advice. Now, I should probably head back to my team." She turned around, giving a wave. "Have a good night!" With that the silverette started to head back to her dorm, ready to start fixing up Lev's discarded weapon.
 
Azule, for all his coldness, seemed at least a little bit warmed by the wave goodbye, and returned the gesture with a softer expression before going his own way.

Upon arriving back to the room, Lev and Reyna could be seen carrying a conversation that, miraculously, wasn't getting blown ridiculously out of proportion.

"-I'm just saying, calligraphy and sign language aren't exactly your 'normal, everyday hobbies.' I mean, we're hunters, aren't we? Syv fixes up weapons, I study, Vance...well, geeze Vance, I suspect you'd try just about anything at least once."

"Are you saying I'm weird? Because if you are-"

"I'm saying that I never would've expected you, of all people, to be big on kinda frilly hobbies. I think...impressed would be a better word."

"Well if you must know- Oh! Hia Sylvia!" Reyna saluted before motioning to her leader's bed. "Sit, sit! Now, as I was saying, I know how to sign and stuff because my best friend for...oh, the longest time, was deaf. I learned from him."

Lev gave Sylvia a wave as well before settling back against the wall. "Okay, then what about the calligraphy."

"Well that was-"

"And the bands?"

"If you'd just-"

"Competitive gaming and ballroom dancing?"

Reyna was platter-eyed and steaming at this point. "How do you even know this?!"

Lev leaned a bit further back, a smug and satisfied smirk resting on his face. "We had the same friends in Signal, remember?"

The pinkette's face settled into a groan of defeat as she flopped back on her bed. "I'll fill you in tomorrow, Vance." she said before closing her eyes, "I'm just sooo tired..." And with that, Reyna was out like a light. Lev hopped up from his position and began walking towards the door before giving his splint a long, hard look.

"...This is gonna be harder than I thought."
 
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Sylvia walked into the room ready to get to work. However, she stopped in her tracks at the scene before her. Vance had gotten over his pouting somewhat as he listened in on Reyna and Lev's conversation. He bounced excitedly as Lev and Reyna seemed to just be casually discussing things with each other. There was a friendly, almost teasing air about the conversation as Reyna finally took notice of the silverette and urged her to sit down. Chuckling, Sylvia slumped into her desk chair and leaned back. "Well I'll be damned. Reyna and Lev actually having a friendly conversation? Should I be looking out for flying pigs?" Sylvia joked. She waved Reyna goodnight before scooping up Lev's broken weapon and setting it on her desk. She had just been about to start taking in the damage when Lev spoke up, staring at his bound arm with what Sylvia could only describe as disdain.

"Yeah, but you'll get through it. I know you can." She smiled, grabbing her sketchbook. "You'll have to get used to dealing with being banged up every now and then since there's always going to be someone stronger than us waiting to knock us down. For now you should probably just hang out and rest up. We can always start training tomorrow. For now though..." Sylvia turned back to the shattered weapon, picking it up gently. "I got a weapon to fix!" With one last smile thrown Lev's way, the silverette got to work.

During the next week, Sylvia refused to let Lev take off his sling. Instead she had him carry his Odachi around in order to familiarize himself with carrying the weight. Training started out small, going over basics before they started going over attack and defense patterns. Vance jumped into the training eagerly, dragging Reyna with him all the way. The faunus started getting used to his teammates fighting styles and habits, bouncing along as . Sylvia took note of her teams strengths and weaknesses, still feeling the lack of their resident sharpshooter's long range capabilities acutely. However she didn't let that drag her or her team down as they went through their daily routines.

"Good Lev! Now do it again!" Sylvia called, high on the defensive as she and Lev worked on his offensive. "We've got one week before the class mission so we need to make this time count!" She asserted. The duo had been working on increasing Lev's proficiency with his blade by having him go against one of his teammates and either keep working until he landed three successful hits or blocked three hits. Vance was taking a break from any combat training, focusing on building his core strength as he went through sit-ups and crunches. So far the team was faring well despite all circumstances.
 
Lev didn't have a response for his enthusiastic and positive teammate. He could feel his arm ache to be out and in use again, but watching Sylvia turn with such determination towards his scrap-heap of an old weapon, he couldn't bring himself to take any more risks. That said, it didn't stop Lev from trying every excuse to get out of his sling. He might've been ambidextrous, but it was during the next week that he found he much preferred his right arm over his left. Sylvia remained adamant about his healing though, so the black haired boy stuck it out, glad to at least be lugging around his new blade. He was quick to adapt to the weight, though the size always found a way to daunt him. The Odachi often got stuck in doors, lodged behind chairs and desks, and tripped Lev up in the halls.

The experience caused something to click with Lev. Each awkward movement, clumsy slip-up, and heavy fall was met with a laugh and a smile. His tense and broody attitude was scraped away with every bruise and scratch. His issues with the Odachi might've tacked on a few more days to his recovery, but the process was well worth it. Reyna became one of the first of the team to offer her hand in help. At first she lorded it over him, but her spite against him dissipated as the week drew on. Vance was always around to lean on after a tumble. Stray snickers from other classmates were dust in the wind when he walked alongside his faunus teammate. And Sylvia, when the day was done and she didn't feel the need to mother him with caution, never failed to keep him company in the night. He would look over her shoulder with unfailing interest as she worked, whether on a weapon or some other project. Sometimes he'd shoot the breeze, glad to have someone around to entertain his night-owl tendencies. Other times he'd reminisce on his fight with Azule, or his mother's last words, or how he had acted towards Sylvia at first. It never made him feel particularly "good," but he knew he had learned something from each interaction. Reminding himself of that was just part of the lesson.

"I got it, Syv. No need to remind me." Lev sighed, taking the hilt of his blade once more. Giving his recently un-splinted arm a quick stretch, he swung the black sword in a massive arc, putting distance between Sylvia and himself before starting his offensive. There was less technicality in his attacks compared to when he had his old weapon, but he made it up with raw force and precision. Whenever he let the blade fly, it cut through the air in total silence, and though Lev's movement speed had been cut down, he covered himself even better as a result. Openings in his defenses were quick to become blurred with the dark trail left by the Odachi. He was making progress, sure, but the great blade still seemed to hold him back. Lev's arms burned with each swing, and anytime he made a huge miss, his entire defense crumbled.

Meanwhile, Reyna joined Vance in his exercises, matching his pace with ease, though remaining unusually quiet. Even as she worked out, her expression seemed somewhat distant and daydreamy. It wasn't "new" behavior for her. Rather, she had become more and more absorbed in her own life over the past week or so. When she wasn't with the team, she was hunting down and chatting with Uriah. Even Lev had started taking an interest in what was going on between the two. "You'd think they were a couple with how they go on." He remarked to Vance one time. Even so, no news had come up of them becoming a couple.
 
Sylvia sighed as she blocked one of Lev's attacks, pushing him back before he continued his onslaught. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just so nervous, ya know?" She dodged out of the way of another, gently tapping Lev's side to let him know of his openness. She let the boy set up again before they started their song and dance once more. The leader kept quiet in order to focus on her teammate. Finally they hit that magic number 3 as Sylvia ended the exercise. "You're doing way better, Lev! If we keep this up then we'll be more than ready for the class mission." She gave a smile before turning to call to Reyna. "All right Reyna, your turn!" The silverette stretched, trying to mentally brace herself for the pinkette's insane strength.

Panting and sweaty, Vance stopped his exercises as pulled into a cross legged position. Noticing Reyna's distracted air, he huffed and noted. "You might have to call her again. Rain's daydreaming about her boyfriend again." Despite his attempts at hiding his displeasure, the wolf boy couldn't keep a pout from winding its way onto his face. The more Reyna hung out with Uriah, the more he felt a deep burning in his chest and stomach grow. Reyna was his best friend. She shouldn't be off gallivanting with some... some upperclassman! Despite this, Vance tried to keep upbeat and happy. This new feeling boiling in his stomach sent shivers up his spine, but he was powerless to stop it from resurfacing the closer Reyna got to Uriah.

Sylvia chuckled as Vance huffed. "Come on, Vance, you can't blame her for having other things on her mind. Though we probably should keep focus for now. We got our first mission as a team coming up! Sure, it's with the whole class so technically it's not our first real team mission, but it's the first one where we work as a unit so we gotta keep the daydreaming to a minimum and our eyes on the prize! We'll only succeed if we keep our focus and come together as a team!" She struck a confident pose, though her fingers kept tapping as she settled them on her hips.

Silence fell over the team. A beat passed. Vance burst into raucous laughter. The leader practically deflated as the faunus boy rolled on the ground, highly amused by the dramatics Sylvia was pulling in an attempt to motivate her team.
 
Lev fell back on the ground as he and Sylvia finished their spar, massaging his arm with a weary smile. "I'd feel more prepared if I had been practicing instead of sitting on my hide in a stupid splint." He sighed, wincing as he found a still-sensative spot on his arm. Soon he was out of the way with his blade sheathed, kicking Reyna's heel to prompt her up.

However, it was at Vance's voice that she perked up from her distractions, doing her best to hide a blush. "Wh-What? No no, we are not- hey shut up Vance! He's not my b-boyfriend, you goof!" She floundered with a sheepish smile, unconsciously overjoyed anyone thought to make that distinction out loud. "...but you really think so? Gee, I mean he's a-alright I guess-"

"Reyna, focus!" Lev broke in, hands on his hips, "If you're gonna go on like this, maybe the team ought to worry more about you than me." His words were biting, but he said it with a smile that woke Reyna up to reality. The pinkette stood with a smile to match, her competitive spirit overpowering her want to talk about Uriah, at least for the moment.

"Yeah right, you and your crutch have been tripping around for the whole week. I don't think I have anything to worry about." She scoffed, picking up her shield and stepping in front of Sylvia, ready to prove she wasn't a liability. However, Sylvia's motivations brought the momentum to a screeching halt. Lev had to brush his hair behind his ears and out of his eyes to make sure he was seeing everything right. Reyna leaned on her shield, hiding her own snickers. Then Vance broke the silence and everyone joined in on the laughter.

"Did you just pull a Seymour?" Lev chuckled walking back over to his partner and giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Might wanna take it easy on the theatrics, superhero. I'm sure that we'll all fall into step once we actually know what the mission is, y'know?" With that, he went and settled next to Vance, putting his sword aside in order to start on some softer-core exercises. Reyna also got back into the groove, picking her shield back up with a grin. Soon enough, she was in her defensive stance, ready to take whatever Sylvia had to throw at her.
 
Sylvia blushed as her team proceeded to laugh harder at her. "Okay, I might have pulled a Seymour." She admitted, pouting as Lev teased her further, sighing as he made his point. "Fine, fine, I guess that makes sense." With a sigh she turned, letting an easy smile fall on her face. "For now I guess I'll just focus on kicking Reyna's behind." With that, the team's training continued. The week passed by all too quickly for the team. Vance only grew more frustrated at Reyna's complete attention on Uriah. He started to try and get her attention in any way he could manage, whether it was constantly bothering her or doing stupid things in the halls to try and get her to pay attention to him. Alas, his struggles seemed to be for naught as she still seemed to seek out the company of the upperclassman.

While Vance fought for Reyna's attention, Sylvia sought Lev for advice. "What about this? Do you think it's too much? I mean, this is your weapon after all, I don't wanna mess with it without your consent, but I just keep thinking of ways to make the shots faster, more accurate, more efficient. I know you aren't using it right now, but you'll be back to shooting grimm soon enough so I want to make sure your gun's in tip-top shape. What about this for a bullet system in my boots? I'm not sure how this'll lay, but I need to make sure that it stays in the boots rather than in my prosthetics. I already have a blade hidden in my legs, I'd rather not get even more flack when trying to go through security." In between mothering her team, pushing off her studies for weapon improvements, and training the girl discussed her different designs with Lev, glad to have someone willing to talk to her about such things. When she wasn't talking about weapons, she filled their conversations with meaningless topics, from food to piercings. "Honestly, I get so many complaints about my piercings. 'Why would you wear jewelry that's just going to get in the way of your hunting? Why do you wear such scary piercings when you're such a nice person? Why would you want to pierce yourself so much?' A. I wear studs therefore my piercings don't mess with me in battle, B. Don't judge a book by its cover, and C. I like them. So there. Though I'm thinking about maybe piercing my eyebrow someday. I also get the whole, 'What do your parents think?!' Like, have you seen my mother? She's got so many tattoos and piercings that people wonder if she's secretly a gang member."

After a week of nervously waiting, the day finally came. "All right, students. Today you will be participating in your first class mission." Professor Sher announced, ever smiling as he looked over the mixture of overly nervous and overly confident students. "We have been asked to help defend a local farm as its livestock has been frequently attacked by grim. The pastures holding the livestock are quite large, so we've assigned you all to several quadrants in which you must either redirect the livestock away from the edge or dispatch of any grimm that try to wander into your quadrant. Now, please head to your quadrants. Remember, if any of you encounter a grimm above your level then shoot off the flare I have given every leader. One of the professors will come to assist you." The students didn't need a second warning as they all hurried off toward their assigned spaces, chatter filling the air.

"All right guys, this is it!" Sylvia announced as they reached their specified quadrant. "Now, let's go over the plan. It's a pretty big area, so we should probably spread out a bit, but not too far away. Reyna, you head up the rear of the area. You're our biggest powerhouse, so we should wait to bring you into battle. Right now focus on shielding the livestock from attacks if they get past the rest of us. Lev and I'll be in the middle on left and right respectively. We're going to give backup and make sure grimm don't intrude from the sides. Vance, you'll be our main attacker You'll work on the front lines since I know you've got a lot of energy to keep it up. . We'll keep in this diamond formation until the mission's over. Everybody good with that?" The leader looked over her teammates, looking for comments, suggestions, or just affirmation that they were okay with the current setup.

Vance smiled and pounded his brass knuckles together. "You got it, Sylvia!" He practically vibrated in place as he couldn't hold in the excitement. Their first mission! He looked over to the edge of their section, seeing the black shadows starting to gather in area beyond the pasture's fence. The fence looked like it was in need of some desperate repairs. The fence was supposed to be repaired by the next day, so they only had to fend off the grimm for the day. He switched from foot to foot, ready to get out there and kick some grimm butt.
 
Sylvia's taunt was enough to draw out Reyna's fighting spirit, but it always proved difficult to keep her there. As the week drew on, she found herself settling around Uriah all the more, even to the extent of hanging out with the rest of AZUR as well.

"Guys!" Reyna came back to the room one night, squealing and jumping around, "You'll never guess what just happened!" She flopped next to Vance on his bed with a crescent grin, refusing to give her team the time to answer before blurting out her news. "So, there's apparently a dance every year, and I was hanging out with Uriah and his team, and then Roxie was all like, 'Have you asked her to the dance yet?' and Zeppah was like, 'Oh he totally has cold feet.' or whatever, so Uriah turns to me and just asks me out! Right there!" Reyna ended off her news with a final squeal, playfully collapsing on Vance's shoulder with a sigh.

"Cute." Lev responded semi-sarcasticly, a little unsure how he was supposed to take her fraternizing with AZUR so freely after how they treated the rest of SLVR. "Just don't let it get in your way. We still have a team mission, remember?"

That night drew on with questions about the dance. Despite being completely in the dark about most of it, Reyna answered with total confidence that it would be a dream come true. From then on, she was excruciatingly single-minded. Anyone could tell that Uriah's presence alone could take her breath away, and any opportunity to hang out with him that presented itself, she took happily. Vance was only a lens flare in her love life at that point, no matter what he did. It was only with Lev force-tutoring her that she got anything done, with the team or otherwise.

On the other hand, Lev was having a much less dramatic time. "Dude, don't worry too much about it." he'd chide with a smile as Sylvia worked on his old rifle, "Just watch the weight. I gotta be able to move with it, y'know?" Then Sylvia would move onto her own weapons, and he'd watch, tired but content. "Well, it depends on where you want to shoot from." Lev responded with a yawn as his partner asked for his opinion. "The heel would be a better option, but with your blade coming out from there as well, it doesn't leave you with much room to add a whole system. Hmm...maybe it'd be easier if you were using something like musket balls or whatever instead of bullets. Sure, power might take a bit of a hit, but you'd be able to store plenty of ammo, and they'd be easier to work with, right?" Lev took a long look at her designs before shaking his head with a grin. "Ah, but what do I know."

Whenever they weren't talking weapons, Lev always found himself getting dragged into conversations about whatever popped into his partner's head. Style seemed to be a popular topic for that week. "I mean, you can't blame people for being concerned with something they don't get." he began, leaning back on his pillow. "I used to want to get my ear pierced. Just the one, y'know? But my parents figured if it didn't look good in their world, it wouldn't look good in mine either." He took a moment of silence to remember that he didn't have parents anymore before looking over at Sylvia, observing all her piercings with a more analytical eye. "...I think you'd look good with an eyebrow piercing. And...and your mom sounds pretty cool. It'd be fun to meet her." He finished with a nod and a smile.

The week ended all too quickly. Before they knew it, the class mission was underway. Lev held his sword confidently, glad to finally wield it without feeling weighed down or held back. He wasn't the same person as the Lev who first came to Beacon, and he was ready to prove it. Reyna, though a bit giggly and helter-skelter, had her shield at the ready too. Over the week, she had resolved to perform better than ever on the mission. It'd be her gift to Uriah...no, the whole of AZUR, that she could be a titan worth their time, not just an underclassman.

"I'm ready." Lev confirmed, giving his arms a stretch and his team a smile. Looking to Sylvia first, he began to give a few more quick suggestions, working off of her strategy rather than overriding it. "Vance, try to save your bullets if you can. Without my rifle, you've got the most significant range and ammo supply out of us. Reyna, use what ammo you have to cover Vance's sides and flank. Crowd control, got it? Don't aim for single targets unless you have to. Sylvia and I will be funneling whatever Grimm get past Vance straight to you. Whatever gets past us, make sure you either kill it, or hit it hard enough to put it right in front of Vance again... How's that sound?" Taking a breath, he looked at Sylvia once more, making sure he hadn't stepped on any toes.

"Sounds good to me!" Reyna chimed with a smile before heading to her spot in the formation, leaving the rest of the team to set up.
 
Sylvia held her breath as Lev spoke, only to relax as he simply built on her plan. "Sounds perfect. All right, everyone! Let's get in position!" With a nervous smile, Sylvia headed toward her position, hopping from one foot to the other. Vance grinned wider and saluted his teammates, bounding over to his position. The faunus boy practically vibrated in place. This was all so exciting after all! They were actually fighting stuff instead of collecting sap like all the rumors said! They could actually prove how good of hunters and huntresses they were becoming!

As the team settled into their positions, black shadows appeared along the horizon. As they slowly grew closer and closer, Vance stretched out. Once the shadows had visible shapes, he crouched down, falling into a sprint starting position. The shadows grew closer. Vance straightened his legs. Boarbutusks and Beowolves became recognizable. The air grew still. "1... 2... 3!" Vance shot off. Running straight toward the heard, he reeled his arm back. Seeing their new target, the middle of the herd started to charge. The faunus boy let out a shriek of joy as he threw his first punch. Chaos broke loose. The boarbatusk was flung back into the middle of the herd, knocking down a good portion of them. He bounced away, winding his arm up before slamming it into another boarbatusk, unrelenting in his assault. Grinning wildly, Vance bounced around between the grimm, doing his best to avoid using his bullets.

As Vance took care of the frontal assault, Sylvia worked on the grimm squeezing past Vance's assault. She took a deep breath as she ran at the approaching grimm. Jumping up, her blades slunk out of her boots with a shlink! The first beowolf went down easily. The rest weren't as easy. Sylvia dodged a swipe from a raging beowolf as it tried to get past the team and towards its prey. She ducked underneath, rolling into a roundhouse kick that threw the beowolf into a raging boarbatusk. Before she could relax, a trio of boarbatusk rushed at her, leaving her little time to dodge. To make matters worse, a beowolf started to rear back a swipe. Looking between the two enemies, Sylvia smiled as she jumped back, forcing the beowolf into her former position as the boarbatusk rammed into their fellow grim. With a well placed kick, she had the group steered toward Reyna where the tiny powerhouse could finish them off.
 
Lev nodded at Sylvia's approval before setting out on his own, sheathing his sword in preparation of the battle to come. It wasn't long before bits of black flowed towards the field of battle. At first, the masses of shadow were just that, unintelligible masses on the horizon, but then packs of grimm began to separate and rush forward. Vance's shouts of energy became the green light to the mission, and Lev ripped out his blade in response, moving forward to join in the effort.

Building up momentum in his fight was all Lev needed. He had been training non-stop with the giant Odachi for this moment alone, and with the first swing he could feel that training become reality. The sword was nothing to him now; weightless as he swung it through any grimm that spilled past Vance's line. In the thick of the battle, the blade became almost invisible with the speed and precision of its strikes. With the reach of the sword, Lev's speed, and the ultimate fusion of his semblance and his weapon, he was nigh untouchable. Beowolves would circle him in the hope of flanking the black haired hunter, but they could hardly make a quarter-circle around him before getting cut down. He may not have had his rifle, but the length of his blade still gave him an unreal reach. Looking on towards Vance, he struggled for a moment. If he could just move to the front lines, he could help more. Clearly that was the best option; the most efficient option...but one glance towards Sylvia was all he needed to keep himself in check. Whatever they were doing, it was working, and working well. Learning to not bother fixing what wasn't broken was a difficult pill for Lev to swallow, but he wasn't going to make the same mistake he did at the start. His team was counting on him. Sylvia was counting on him!

Reyna was close to yawning when Sylvia kicked some enemies her way. Vance had hardly needed her to keep the Grimm off. Honestly, he seemed happier without the cover fire. "That's sooo Vance." Reyna mused, reeling back her war fan to take care of the "gift" her leader gave her. Unlike Lev, Reyna's swing was slow, but even the grimm looked on in terror as her body-sized fan head roared towards them. Before the fan could reach its target, the wind scooped up by the swing compressed into a wall, punching into the grimm and sending them flying well past Vance's front line. After watching her home run-worthy hit, she gave a quick check around the field, firing off a couple missiles at grimm that were moving further away from their formation. Once her bit of the field was clear, she stuck her shield back into the ground and finally let her yawn go. Her bit of the prairie was calm aside from the roars of grimm beyond. It made her uneasy, the calmness. Her father always droned on about the calm before the storm...Reyna sat back on her shield, wondering if this would be one of those times.
 
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