Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140807034817/@comment-24296957-20160108035602

As the pair descended from the Headmaster's quarters, Amet's head was not clear. Many things were swirling around in his mind: why was this fight taking place? Where was the location, and why outside Beacon grounds? He knew that the latter meant, but what was Ozpin up to? Why a spar between the both of them? All of the questions flooding his brain was unsettling. This rarely happened.

But when the elevator doors opened, the heiress had asked a question to the heir. What was the Kiyng like? They were noble, fair, just, and humble. Great fighters, but wielders of many secrets and other bits of hidden knowledge. They were his blood, his honor, his broken, tarnished pride. Bust most of all, they were his family. And all he could think about was his sad memories of barely staying alive for almost a decade.

Amet just walked away. He couldn't explain the feeling, not with words. He walked away from Inari, back towards his dorm to prepare for the coming fight.