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A flash of colour further down the hallway caught Yang's eye. Lessons were currently in effect, though they'd obviously been allowed to skip them in light of Blake. But either way, there shouldn't have been anyone else in the corridors of Beacon at all.

Forget it. Whatever it is, I don't care. Her partner was in agony. She wasn't going to rush around chasing shadows. Not when it was probably just some other students playing truant. She turned away to head back to the infirmary, only for lilac eyes to widen as she heard a whistling sound.

The attack passed overhead as she ducked, the blunt object striking the wall behind her, before a lithe leg struck her midriff, lifting her from the ground. The brawler kicked off the wall mid-flight, using it to spin herself in the air so she could see the dead man who'd decided to piss her off.

Yang's eyes widened as she saw that damned smirk, the tiny girl from the train grinning up at her as she passed overhead.

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"Be gentle!" Jaune yelled, as much as he knew he couldn't be heard. Yang impacted the wall with a loud cry, before that was choked off by the smaller girl's hand. The blonde's face was pushed back with enough force to dent the wall, before a knee was driven into her stomach. Yang staggered and spat blood, but refused to surrender.

But that made little difference. Not when his captor ducked beneath Yang's dazed strike, bent her body almost unnaturally – and delivered a heel kick directly to the brawler's temple. Yang went down like a sack of bricks. She didn't even have time to scream.