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Sienna and a girl who could only have been Ilia danced in the middle of an open chamber, surrounded by bright light that flashed and flickered and ripped and tore. The ceiling, walls and floor itself were all torn up as flickering silver lashed out left and right. With a yelp, Jaune brought his shield up in time to hear something clang against it and retract.

He didn't even know who'd hit him.

"Why do they both have whips…? Why would anyone have a whip?"

He'd thought Ruby's weapon unwieldy, but a whip was something else. Rather than slash and stab, it flailed and lashed, whipping left, right, up and down and around as they spun in circles. The tips were the most dangerous part and cutting a wild pattern through the air, so quick and now double-layered, making tracking what was what and where the weapons began or ended impossible.

Why does no one appreciate the classics anymore? I can't think of a weapon less friendly to enemies, allies and yourself alike.

Sienna ducked and swept her hand over her head. Something metallic flashed toward Ilia, who slid aside and brought her hand down, carving through the ceiling fabric above and chipping down onto Sienna's head. The tiger faunus danced to the left, drawing her whip back with a barbed hook on the end, only for Ilia's to tangle with it and the chameleon to turn pink – not a blush, but literally bright pink – with pleasure. Electricity crackled from the hilt of her weapon, shrieking down the length of Sienna's and into her.

It raced over Sienna's body and she gritted her teeth, yanking her whip back and breaking the current. A growl slipped forth and she lunged in, whirling her weapon in every direction to create a zone of sharp edges that no one could step into. It was a whirlwind rushing in toward the younger girl, who changed bright white in what might have been panic.

Jaune tried to step in and hopped back when a whip – who's he didn't know – tore through where his foot had been.

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Neo picked up a wooden stick off the floor and pushed it toward the combat. It shook wildly and fell apart, cut in four places. Neither combatant noticed, sweeping their whips around and around without any concern for spectators.