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"Ahem." Both paused, however, when an unrecognisable voice coughed, drawing their attention to a new person stood in the room. The newcomer looked less than impressed with their display, tapping her toes as though to point out just how long she had been there. Even her arms were crossed, a long red blade held across her body, swaying to and fro lazily.

"Oh great," Jaune sighed, "and now what? Another White Fang member to deal with? Yang sure is popular today…" The fiend who had hold of him backed up, wincing as her eyes widened. "Or not? Hey, are you here to save me?"

The woman dashed forward, swinging her blade in a single upwards strike that would have bisected the girl he was attached to, if she hadn't backed up. Even then, it was clear who had the advantage… not only from the close call, but the clearly panicked behaviour of the shorter woman.