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Weiss flinched as Yang's fist missed the Professor, sailing past his face as the blonde girl's red eyes widened in dawning horror. Professor Jaune Arc simply nodded slowly, as though disappointed as he stepped past her outstretched fist, spinning on one foot – and in a display of extreme acrobatics, delivering a roundhouse kick to the back of the girl's head.

Yang Xiao-Long, easily one of the best fighters in their year, hit the mat.

And didn't get back up.

"And that," the stern Miss Goodwitch said as she stepped before them all, is a perfect example of how not to fight a superior opponent, now then I believ-" She was cut off as the Professor on the stage stamped one foot loudly on the floor, crooking one finger towards them with a cruel smile on his face. "You want another bout?" Miss Goodwitch asked, even as most of the student body tried to hide behind one another.

Professor Arc nodded happily, even as Weiss heard someone nearby whimper.

"Hmm, well – how about Miss Xiao-Long's partner, Miss Belladonna?" Weiss winced as the disguised faunus' face went white. Only to relax when the Professor shook his head, Blake's form slumped in clear relief. "A full team?" The teacher asked with some surprise, as the male held up four fingers. "I suppose that makes sense, after all – we can't expect a single student to be on your level."

Don't argue, don't argue… Weiss whispered in her own mind, as she held back her pride from speaking out – and getting her in serious trouble. After seeing how casually he dispatched Yang, she wasn't sure their team would even have a chance.