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That was the first thing to jump to mind. Jaune Arc climbed onto the stage with ease, flourishing his sword in one hand, shield in the other, just to loosen his muscles.

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Winter took the first move. A good offence could pierce any defence and she dashed across the arena in an elegant thrust, blade nothing more than a streak of silver as she lunged for his chest. Most would have chosen to block or parry it, leading to a furious riposte – but the professor instead stepped to the right, holding his sword out before him as he fell back with a wary expression.

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It's just a warm up, Weiss thought, as she watched the two exchange a few more cuts and thrusts, never quite hitting home but making the other step back or duck at opportune moments. If this was a real fight then they might take it more seriously, but right now they're both fishing for information.