Arc Royale [Ch. 1]

"Freaking vomit-boy!" Yang swore angrily and kicked. A body, a gangly body, came flying out of Yang's bed and crashed to the floor. Blake and Weiss were already scrambling up, panicked by Yang's outburst. "You freaking pervert!" Yang roared, up on her feet, hair burning gold. "I can't believe you'd sneak into my bed! You're a dead man!"

Jaune – another? – sat back on the floor, his hands helped up to defend himself. He was dressed in denim trousers and a white t-shirt with a strange tick mark on it. He looked much more like the Jaune she was used to, but even his hair was a little different. Shorter.

"Y-Yang?" he blurted out. "B-But you died!"

"You'll wish you died!" she screamed, lunging.

Ruby's bed flexed. The armoured version of her friend moved with incredible speed, landing and catching Yang's powerful punch in one gauntleted hand. The impact of it was like a cannonball striking a metal wall, and yet despite the force, despite all Yang's Semblance-enhanced strength, he didn't budge. He didn't even react. Instead, he smiled, as if he hadn't registered any pain at all.

"Hold yourself, Yang. I believe there is something unusual afoot."

Finally, all eyes were on the knight in the room. Or the blacksmith.

—Arc Royale [Ch. 1]