Vermilion felt weightless for a moment, and then suddenly heavier. The sensation was unnatural and all he could think of was how this punk managed to throw him off his feet. His weapon felt heavy, his body felt heavy, almost as if there was some gravity dust in place somewhere.

     However, he saw no dust. Not a spot a speck of dust as he was thrown forward, and his mind flew back to his spears. There they were, floating in midair where he left them. And then, they were gone.

     Red aura dissipated as he called off his spears and whilst he flew, he activated his piledriver to spike into the ground, seeing as how it was already practically careening downwards in the first place, and stopped his fall then and there. Next thing he knew the scrawny punk was ramming something into his side.

     Pain flared at his side as he felt the blow land and he even expelled some of the air in his lungs as he gasped. So he grinned.

     "Looks like you got it in you after all don't you, blondie?" he groaned, pulling back the piledriver's spike as a spear formed in his hand. Planting his feet back on the ground Vermilion lifted his weapon and aimed it at his attacker, a near point blank strike as he spun and released a pilebunker strike for the scrawny one's torso.

Aura - [64%]

Attacks -[Close ranged Piledriver - 12%]

     It's over. She won. But for some reason it felt like things were just beginning.

     With one last flourish and a flick of her blade, Ayaka sheathed Swallow's Bane and offered a short bow to Akel. Although not one to gloat she couldn't help but smile. "Not bad for a farming tool, you fight well." She managed, her smile disappearing as she saw her sidearm laying in the dust.

     Masamune needed cleaning, being covered and dust and some remaining flecks of ice, and probably some resharpening as well. Knowing that this wasn't the best way to treat her sword she couldn't help but notice that without dropping it she could have lost the fight at that moment. The tiniest factors could determine a duel, but at the same time sometimes they determine the outcome of the fight before it even began. She sighed, wiping the blade off with a cloth before sheathing it, moving her much more massive sheath to her back as she comforted in the familiar presence of its weight by her waist.

     There was clapping, as expected, but given her performance she felt like it was undeserved. Some of those claps, were definitely from future combatants. She shook her head, not wanting to linger in the crater filled arena and began walking for the exit. There was much preparation left to do for the next fight.

     Ayaka didn't have to look at the displays to know that she had little aura left. Feeling her sword parried she decided to end the fight with something different.

     The girl learned that not all opportunities presented themselves as she wished. She learned that the hard way. Plowing through the wishes of her family, and taking what pain she needed to make her own way. That's why she took up the sword. The way of the blade wasn't absolute however, and it always evolved. If she only thought with the sword, only moved with the steel, there would be  gaps in both offense and defense. That's why she used her semblance, to make due for her lack of range. Her wires to trap and ensnare, and her body, to move and protect herself.

     A good solid hit was all she needed to win, and the same was practically true for her opponent as well. Despite that, she waited until the last moment of Akel's stab, staying out of range until the bat-faunus triggered the transformation. Ayaka acted fast and stepped forward sliding the scythe upwards against her kote(vambrace) and simultaneously slashed with her sword.

     Steel grated against steel and Ayaka felt her aura get chipped as she parried the large blade. Fortunately, despite her aura taking damage, the kote dulled the pain and she went forward with her attack. With one last shout, Ayaka dashed forward with a massive dash, sweeping her long blade as swift as she could while staying outside of hand to hand range.

     The air stood still as she activated judgement cut once more, and the slash arrived not one moment after, painting the air a white hue as the air rended from her attack.

Aura: 21%

Attacks -
[Slash - 7% - Replicate -7%]

     I know right? Professor Nox sure is an odd one. Kei voiced in her head. Much as she'd like to gossip about their teacher she knew that she had another objective in mind.

     Engaging the students with small talk, Kei wondered what was taking the professor so long. It had been roughly an hour since he left and there was no sign of him coming back. So much for questioning him, though something told Kei that Professor Nox wouldn't be much of a conversationalist anyways. A few more minutes passed and Kei decided to do some more investigating. Resisting the urge to pick up a shiny, probably expensive, piece of machinery, she left the door open and motioned for the other students to follow her outside. "How bout a little free roaming. Not like the boss is anywhere in sight. Besides, the car smells like grease and...burnt hair..."

     The train continued speeding on through Forever Fall's lush red brush. Petals scattered here and about as the train approached and the sun began its descent from its place in the sky, indicating that it was just a few minutes since noon.

     Kei missed lunch, apparently, having been investigating the trains here and there, and after the grimm attack earlier she completely forgot that there was a supposed to be a food trolley coming by soon. She was used to hunger, though, and she'd steel her resolve through this missed lunch. She wondered, however if the students would follow. Surely they'd be a nuisance, but they also provided more than one person to start shooting at if things went awry. Tilting her head at her schoolmates, Kei blew her whistle in a sharp rising tone and motioned for them to follow.

     Dust crates littered the flatcar she was standing on. Thrown about and some of them leaked vials and raw dust. Luckily a few clean up drones were already at work, picking up vials and sweeping up dust. One even had a vacuum and froze when it accidentally sucked up too much ice dust much too quickly.

     There was roughly several thousands worth of Lien on this car alone, and Kei wondered why they wouldn't care about losing this much cargo. As she walked, she stubbed her foot on one of the medium sized crates, and to her surprise, it just lightly slid away.

     "Empty." She murmured, kicking it again for good measure, then tapping it to confirm it was hollow. "Why would they be carrying empty crates along with some full ones?"

     The door to the next car was just a few feet away now, and Kei had a headstart ahead of the students. It would be locked for sure, so she had to be quick with her picks.
     
     Despite her getup, she didn't get to swipe any important looking keys from the engineers back at the front. The ones at her waist opened the passenger cars easily, some of the engine cars, but something told her she'd need a bit more than a key to open the high tech looking one in front of her. Palm scanners and heavy bolted locks in place of a simple keyhole. Atlesians, always the geeks. It was simple enough, she thought. All she needed was some talcum powder and something smooth and flat. She had some laminated papers, part of her getup, all she needed was some powder.

     "Hey, you kids don't happen to have some powder on you right now, do you?" She asked, skipping back to nearest one, "I'm building up a bit of a sweat and a lil powder always helps lower the stickiness a ton."

     Paperwork was always a hassle, though a welcome one at that. It gave time to think, to ponder, to think of things other than what one's scroll was playing. Even if Shiroe was technically not filling out paper forms per se, he was still just browsing over the new documents he had to fill online regarding the team transfers.
     It was odd, how often people's teams were changed. New transfers happened almost monthly, people leaving almost twice as frequent, and Remnant-forbid a casualty or crippling injury seldomly. It was obviously hard, training to be a huntsman, but it was not without its dangers. Sheltered as they were, students at Beacon faced challenges normal people usually wouldn't ever dream of. Atlas took top spot with regards to strictness, and even with Vacuo's more free spirited arrangements it was no joke that Huntsmen Academies ran people dry.
     Shiroe sighed, wondering how long this team would last. Would a boarbatusk-headed teammate of his finally get over his own pride, or would he end up quitting like the rest of them? It was surprising, no doubt, that Reggie lasted as long as he did, especially compared to the others in the former team MARS. But perhaps that was just the thing. He was too stubborn to quit. Shiroe chuckled, finally finishing off the forms at the records area and checked the time.
     
     The dull hum of electronics and the occasional holo-call in his surroundings didn't bother Shiroe at all, but after checking the time he realized that the new team leader of team RBLS wasn't where he was supposed to be.
     Dust it. He quickly picked up his scroll from the access terminal and heard a faint beep as he was automatically logged out from the device. He had no time, two girls had just joined his team and they were left with no one but Reggie in their room.
     
     This is a disaster, he thought, scratching his head as he picked up the pace and reached the wooden door leading to the hallways. The dorms were still a ways away but running down the halls wasn't exactly frowned upon. Who knows, maybe Reggie didn't completely turn everyone off and they didn't quit.
     No, he shouldn't take the risk, as much as he liked the monotonous hum of the records area he didn't want to have to fill up forms for yet another team because of 'irreconcilable differences' within the first hour.
     Breaking into a sprint he ran for the dorms area, apologizing to some professors he passed, though most didn't give a second glance. Must be pretty common in Beacon to have kids running about, but hopefully he didn't get into any accidents on the way there.
     
     He wanted to send a message in advance to the two girls, but he forgot to get their contact info through the terminals. Mistake number one, he should have been more patient, and as a leader he shouldn't make sudden rash decisions.
     Please just don't do anything stupid, Shiroe begged in his mind, knowing that a message to Reggie would be pointless. Don't scare off the new teammates just yet. 

     Ayaka was perturbed at the fact that Akel somehow recovered in a split second after being hit, and even more so at the fact that she flawlessly blocked her sword twice after despite its speed. The slight loss of focus ended up catching her in the ribs, literally, when Akel's sword transformed even more absurdly quickly than she could react. It was odd, but the throw didn't leave her helpless.

     While in midair Ayaka saw the large chunk of dust and easily put two and two together, watching as Akel aimed for a shot and reacted quickly enough to activate her semblance as a mid air boost away. Using both feet, Ayaka flipped and kicked backwards, the motion being mirrored by her semblance. As the streak of white formed as a blunt force punching outwards, she planted her feet on it and sprung in the opposite direction away from the explosion.

     Shards of rock and dust flew in multiple directions as Ayaka landed but she easily regained her footing and started with a sprint. The earlier explosion chained into several smaller ones, triggering the scattered crystals peppered throughout the arena in a cacophony of dust and fire. Small bits of debris hit Ayaka as she ran but coming from the direction of the blast she used the shockwave to her advantage and lunged forwards. No matter how big Akel's stupid sword was it surely wasn't enough to block all debris coming for them. Ayaka shot forwards with a rapid stab but feinted into a leap. With a semblance boosted jump she slashed for Akel's head from above as she jumped above her and replicated the attack from behind as she landed.
   
      As she touched the ground she shot out wires in multiple directions around her. The ends of her wires landed near more dust crystals as more explosions shook the arena and Ayaka had to deflect a couple of bits of debris, shrugging off most while taking care of larger chunks with her sword. She now had her own back back to the safer side and decided to rock everything a bit more by pulsing her semblance through the wires to activate dust scattered about, particularly the ones nearest Akel. Be it just as a distraction of kicking up more debris Ayaka wasn't going to lax in her assault.

Attacks:
[Literal Overhead Slash - 7% - replicate 7%]
[Debris - ???1-4%(maybe depending on size)]

Aura - 35%

     "I'm not done with you yet!" Vermilion cried, shooting a rifle shot above him to speed his descent.

     Vermilion crashed down into the sand and although it wasn't how he expected to get into the fight the spear wielder spun his spear in a flourish and charged for the disoriented Avery. The fall took a nick off his aura, but given his current advantage that was nothing. Vivian was free, arrow-girl was...annoying as always, and the boy, whose name Vermilion forgot, was standing there dazed like a drunk.

     With a sadistic smile stretching from ear to ear, Vermilion grunted as he charged towards Avery with another thrown aura spear from his hand, and a finally a pile-powered thrust with his spear. Dust kicked up behind the white haired young man as he ran and found that his footing wasn't exactly the best in the looser ground. His charge wasn't as fast as he hoped but with a disoriented enemy he might as well have walked towards him. Victory was within his sights and he wasn't going to let a tiny bit of dirt get in the way.

Attacks
[Spear Toss - 4%. Pile thrust - 8%]

Aura
[82%]

     It wasn't much to get a hit in but for some reason Akel kept resorting to her punches. The first two punches alerted Ayaka and she hopped back a step and stayed out of reach of the rest. She needed no more but to keep retreating as she advanced, and decided to wait until a big strike to continue her assault. The ice on her torso made it hard to twist, but luckily her feet were more than free enough to dodge back. The low strikes weren't much of a problem, and even without hand to hand proficiency it was definitely not as bad as dodging firearms, even with the ice. The only problem she saw was the continuing frost on the gloves, and a slight block with her sword revealed they were indeed caking with ice.

     Getting back into her rhythm, Ayaka merely tugged every now and then on the wired hand to change its course then waited for the large swing before deflecting with her smaller blade. Masamune began freezing as expected, but Ayaka wasn't going to wait for it to reach her hand. The katana felt colder than usual and the steel began getting heavier as ice built up in that instant, Ayaka let out a gasp to feign surprise then quickly let go of the handle, blade and all. Letting go of her sword mid-block, she tucked under and spun, unsheathing Swallow's Bane and bursting forward with a semblance aided draw cut, using her massive reach to stay clear out of the way of the punch and a burst of aura at her feet to carry her forward. Her hand still held the wire and would tug at Akel's own as advanced with enough to drag her along and spin her if she wasn't careful. Finishing off with a touch of her semblance Ayaka activated Judgement cut and a slash manifested behind her towards the bound Akel, replicating her feat while glowing white hot in the air right as she spun back to reface her opponent.

[Attacks - burst slash - 9% x2(semblance aided + replica slash]
[Aura - 44%]