WS31/38

Maybe this would be an easy night after all.

The foot that was placed in the centre of his back disagreed.

The world spun as he was non-so-gently thrust forward, and he caught the briefest flash of colour before he was sent through the hatch. There was a loud clang as his body struck it, one that reverberated through the warehouse. It was followed by a high-pitched cry and an altogether louder sound as he impacted the wooden stage.

[...]

 "Why did you fall in, anyway? Don't tell me you're that clumsy."

"No, someone pushed me in. I didn't see a face, but I thought there was a flash of pink." Jaune paused when he noticed Roman flinch. "Someone you know?"

"No, no," Roman blatantly lied. "I was just thinking how I need to have a talk with a little friend of mine, because I asked her to do me a favour and I think we're on different wavelengths here."

—WS31

[...]

Oh, Neo was doing her best, and he had to admit her latest gambit was nothing short of a miracle. It was the only good thing to take away from the mess that was the White Fang rally. The Paladins were gone – technically not his fault – and the White Fang were nervous as all hell – also not his fault – but at least Neo had managed to make it seem like she and he had helped the kid. That was a damn sight better than the truth, that being of how it was Neo who kicked him down into it in the first place.

—WS38