(RWBY x Various) Some Semblance of Talent

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"Please, the day I do that is the day I'm unfit for this position."

"Then let me help you with this."

"I... what did you have in mind?"

"I'm so glad you asked."

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"What did your company do to earn such ire from the White Fang?"

"NOTHING!!!"

"I would not be so certain of that if I were you."

"And what would you know about it?"

"I know that an organization or government does not simply earn that kind of militaristic attention without a reason. If those Faunus have been willing to fight and die waging a war against your Grandfather's company, it may be time to remove your blinders and honestly ask yourself what it had done to deserve it."

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"Come on, Jaune! Hit me, boy! I beg of you." Venku challenged his squire and brandished his blade. Jaune panted on the ground but inevitably clenched his fists and shot back up, screaming as he charged. Venku lowered his head in disappointment and sighed. Jaune's armored tutor turned his back to him and, just before he swung, launched himself into his chest and knocking the wind out of the boy. He grabbed his arms and deftly disarmed him before flipping him over his shoulders.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha ran to his aid as Venku walked towards his fellow scouts and the other battered members of Team JNPR. "Was all of that truly necessary?"

"It's called a consequence, Nikos," Venku coolly explained and grabbed two cold waters. "I guarantee you he won't try something like that again. Will you, Jaune?!"

"No sir," he coughed. "Everything hurts. I think I can see the light."

"That's the sun, Jaune." Pyrrha used her semblance to heft him off the ground then helped him hobble back to their team.

"So what did you learn, Jaunny boy?" Jaune's tutor asked and offered the crisp refreshment.

"That I should just stay down?" the boy answered dejected.

"Goodness no," Washington was quick to deny. "There's easier ways of teaching that lesson. Besides, we wouldn't have picked you if we thought you were better off at the bottom."

"I mean, unless you're into that kinda thing," York shrugged and immediately got slapped by Washington.

"That bit of training you got from Pyrrha, however brief, has helped you as well," Venku commented. The eyes of the two students in question went wide with worry before he followed up by saying, "The walls aren't exactly soundproof and you train just above our dorm. Not hard to tell what you two got up to."

"So what lesson was I supposed to learn by using grenades to fly through the air?" Nora asked, her aura still hard at work healing her scrapes and bruises. "I can just use the momentum when it's a hammer."

"Well imagine if it was stuck as a launcher," Demo, or Tavish, as he'd introduced himself, set the scene for her, an odd air of sobriety about him in spite of the faint stench of scrumpy. "Yer back is to the wall and you don't have good ol Eyelander to cut yer way out. Ye'd have to escape somehow."

"And that's when I'd use my grenades," Nora grasped the lesson as though it were obvious. "It all makes sense now. Hey, York! Are you gonna teach Ren how to fly with his guns?"