The Hammer of Remenant

chapter 5: Iron without

-Five Days later-

Jaune would be sparring with Cardin, the former almost hopelessly outmatched, but the Lord of Iron did not call it, no, he watched, as did his Iron Circle stood silent around the arena observing the battle as Cardin taunted Jaune who was backed against a wall, Cardin saying;

Cardin: This is where you lose.

As he brought his mace down, about to strike the final blow when one of the hulking automata blocked the blow, it's unliving eyes gazing at Cardin as Perturabo said;

Perturabo: Cardin. While striking a finishing blow is both satisfying and important, in this arena you mustn't kill. Jaune, again, you must pay attention to your aura, it has been nearly depleted. Now, there is an announcement I must make.

The Automaton would remove itself from the arena, silent for such a large machine, as Perturabo stepped into the arena and said;

Perturabo: The Vytal Festival is upcoming in only a few months. It won't be long before students from the other kingdoms start arriving in Vale, so continue to train. To those who choose to compete in the combat tournament, you will be representing all of Vale, and my own work, so do not hesitate in the arena, envision your opponents as those you hate most, and strike with fury. Now, you are dismissed. Ave Imperator.

He said, a few students calling back 'Ave Imperator', a smile upon Perturabos face as the students filed out, the Iron Circle  retreating to thier respective docks in the back of the room, as Perturabo looked down on Jaune, still sitting on the floor, as he spoke softly;

Perturabo: Jaune, you fight with your will, but that alone is not enough, find someone to help you.

Jaune: O-Okay.

Perturabo: Now go. There are things I must attend to.

Perturabo said, turning as he walked off, Jaune standing and exiting.

-Timeskip-

Perturabo would be sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, observing the students relaxing, talking and eating as he himself ate when he heard something from an often soft-spoken student who was even more often bullied for her Abhuman, or, as he had come to know the locals called them, Faunaus heritage and quietly raged when he saw who it was she was pleading with;

Velvet: That hurts! Cardin, please stop...

Cardin, on his part, just laughed as he tugged her rabbit ears again, saying to his teammates;

Cardin: I told you it was real!

Russel: What a freak!

The rest of team CRDL were laughing as the rest of the cafeteria grew silent, the four not noticing unill a hand the size of his forearm latched onto Cardins wrist, Cardin yelping in pain as pressure was applied, Perturabo glaring at him with ten thousand years of hate and rage, Cardin feeling like his very soul was withering under the primarchs gaze as Perturabo kept applying pressure, forcing Cardin to let go of Velvets ear, the small abhuman running off as Perturabo said;

Perturabo: Cardin Winchester. Again you seek to inflict harm on your allies, soon you may find none will come in your time of need, or, worse yet, you may find what intentional friendly fire feels like in the heat of combat, I have seen it happen, and you are heading down that path. Turn back now.