Moments after Clark had brought down the White Fang, a flurry of activity had begun in the chieftain's house. He'd heard it. Sun and Blake had already brought Adam and Ilia into custody, setting off a lot of commotion and confusion.

He chuckled at the thought of how they'd react to this. Clark called them, giving a brief explanation of his location and what they could expect to find here. They didn't believe him at first, Sun and Blake had only seen a little of his abilities, but they agreed to come.

When the call had ended, Clark jumped up and sat on the highest point of rubble that wouldn't crumble under his landing. It was a good place to wait, letting him keep watch on most of the restrained White Fang outside the building. Not that he needed to, since he could hear if anyone tried to leave and see through any object that might hide them.

A peek into the distance revealed that Sun, Blake, her parents, and several Menagerie officers were on their way in an aircraft. Not a Bullhead, it seemed like their economy couldn't afford them. At least not on such short notice. Much of it was made of wood and it had a strangely quaint design. It was more like a floating boat with turbines and wing-sails, supported by a combination of wind Dust to push the sails and fire and electricity Dust to power the engines. Definitely not something he would have seen on Earth.

It took a good twenty minutes from his call for the airboat to land. The whole time he waited patiently, a small smile occasionally reaching his face.

The chieftain came out first, a large man who had to stoop as he stepped out of the door. He looked around with a frown, a sharp contrast to the surprise everyone else had expressed when they'd seen the destruction from the air. Many of them still looked around in shock as they fanned out from the ship.

Clark jumped down and his smile became characteristically embarrassed. He was proud of what he'd done here but sitting so blatantly on the ruins of the White Fang felt like an excessive boast.

"How did you accomplish this?" The chieftain asked, his frown had become an expression of neutral curiosity.

"I'd prefer to keep the details to myself," Clark answered, hoping that was a smooth way to brush the question aside. "Anyway, taking away all these White Fang is more important right now, isn't it?"

The chieftain glanced over at the terrorists, a few of which had been writing in their restraints. "Yes, I agree there." He called over one of the guards and had a message sent out. Both local and national police forces were on their way to transport the White Fang to holding facilities. The ones already here would start.

Clark helped them, he'd locked the White Fang down tight after all. As he did, several more people asked how he'd done this. Kali, Sun, and Blake were among them, but he didn't give specifics about his abilities. Of course they saw his strength as he easily pried away the bars of metal holding the White Fang. Sun and Blake had already seen his speed, although they interpreted it wrongly as a kind of teleportation. They formed their own ideas of exactly what he'd done.

There wasn't much extra space on the airboat, only enough for ten or so White Fang even if Sun, Blake, and her dad chose to stay to help and oversee the process. Sun and Blake's huntsman strength helped with removing terrorists from the surfaces they were bound to. The chieftain seemed to be a fighter too, although not huntsman level. The three of them worked together to wrench the White Fang out.

Clark could have sped up the process and gotten all the terrorists neatly lined up, but there was a camaraderie in doing this together. There was no need to rush.

Eventually, cars rolled in with uniformed officers. With that, Clark's role shifted to one of deterrence. When he'd walked around among the White Fang to get them loose, most had looked aside and cooperated in silent apprehension. However, some became more belligerent with the policemen.

"Hey," Clark said to one particularly hostile lizard faunus being led away. It stilled the terrorist visibly and audibly. Most cases didn't go that far. It was enough just to walk into view or stand nearby if someone became unruly.

Finally, Clark brought out the terrorists who'd been inside the rubble along with any important documents. He handed to those to the chieftain, who flipped through them with a raised brow.

Then Ghira handed them to an assistant and stretched out a hand for Clark to shake. "Thank you for this, young man. Truly. For too long the White Fang was a violent, hateful organization rather than the peaceful, just one it was meant to be. We'll relay this information to the Kingdoms and make sure no remnants of the organization survive."

Clark smiled. It was past noon, but it felt like twilight, a moment before sunrise. As if true light from the Sun instead of mere hints and glimmers was about to shine. "I hope so."

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It had been weeks since the Traveler had stood before Salem. He'd supposedly been incapacitated by his encounter with Clark Kent and his alien device, but there was no sign of injury now. He waited in front of her throne with the same slight, cavalier smile that he'd worn the last time they'd been face-to-face. It wasn't an expression any of her servants would have shown to her, but he wasn't her servant. There was no loyalty in him no matter what he pretended.

At least, not yet.

"You've recovered, I take it?" Salem asked.

He nodded. "I'm actually better than ever, ma'am. I've even got a way to handle my sunlight problem."

"More armor?"

"No, it's something Roman and Mercury have helped me figure out. I don't think there's any armor that would last in a fight between Clark and me."

"Well then, I suppose you must enjoy your newfound freedom."

"Definitely."

"Is that why you requested this meeting? Certain tasks are now open to you." Salem didn't even spare it a glance, but she felt the miniscule Grimm that she'd altered as it crawled towards the Traveler.

"No, I'm here because I flew by Haven earlier and noticed something you should know."

"And what is that?" she asked. She could give the conversation her entire focus, the insectoid Grimm didn't require any supervision from her. It was smaller than an ant, but it had been given a simple impulse. To stay on the Traveler's person. Then, with enough time, his mind would be turned to obedience by its sheer presence with the magic she'd given it.

Magic was limited more by the wielder's imagination and concentration rather than any strict rules, but that did not allow Salem to create a servant that could match the Traveler in even a single category of strength, speed, or durability. If she could, she would have tried long ago.

What came most easily with magic was what was most familiar. Even children had been able to conjure balls of light with mental images of the Sun and stars, manipulation of the elements was not much more difficult, and transforming living beings could only be done to forms that resembled creatures the user knew well. Even blasts of magic that had no inspiration from the natural world were still attempts to recreate what humans had witnessed from the gods.

The Traveler and Kent were wholly new beings. Incredibly powerful, not as much as the gods she'd known, but so alien to her that they might be just as difficult to match. However, his mind didn't seem too different from a human's, which was fortunate since altering a human mind was already a delicate process.

"I'm not sure Lionheart is still on our side," the Traveler said.

That took Salem's attention almost entirely away from the Grimm. "Are you saying he's betrayed me?"

He shrugged. "He's already betrayed Ozpin once, but with Clark always around him now, he might have been convinced that they have a good chance against you."

Salem considered it. Lionheart hadn't met the Traveler, should that change in order to remind him who his allegiance belonged to? As the Grimm approached the Traveler, she tried to estimate how soon she could expect its help. Complete obedience wasn't necessary, long before then he should become more and more agreeable to her demands.

For a flickering moment, his expression changed. She hadn't been able to tell for certain, but his eyes had narrowed in an unknown expression. Confusion?

The Grimm was gone, destroyed. Her immense experience allowed Salem to hide any outward sign of surprise or disappointment.

The Traveler stood with a steady look, the same as before the twitch. He hadn't seemed to have moved at all.

His speed. However he'd done destroyed the Grimm, he'd done it too quickly for her to follow. Damn him. That capability alone would have made even the insectoid Grimm into a bane of huntsmen. Watts' estimate of the Traveler's speed made a tossed pebble a deadly missile even against a huntsman's aura. With proper control of the Traveler and all his powers she could have finally ended this frustrating millennia-long struggle!

"Yeah, I'd definitely keep an eye on Lionheart. I didn't have anything else to say, so I guess I'll go now," the Traveler said. He hovered off the ground and flew to the doors. A display of his abilities that he normally refrained from.

"I haven't dismissed you yet," she said.

He turned to her, his inhuman eyes held a threat of violence. "No, you haven't."

A battle between them would not end well. She had little to fear. Even the much greater power that had turned her into what she was now had failed to kill her, he stood no chance of doing so. And while she couldn't match his speed, she still had defenses in place. There was a good chance that he would fall into a misstep, take an action that he didn't know would trigger a spell likely capable of killing even him.

Yet there was also a good chance he would inflict much damage to the castle before then. Hazel and Tyrian were here, and she could not risk valuable servants in such a precarious era where two otherworldly aliens could finally tip the balance one way or another.

The Traveler left through the doors without another word. She hadn't been able to stop him, a fact they were both aware of.

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"Greetings, people of Menagerie." At a podium in front of his house, Ghira addressed a crowd of faunus. A large one, it filled the surrounding area and even quite a way back along the path from the town to the building. It was as if the entire town had shown up, especially since so many homes had their lights off.

A breeze came by and shook the palm trees. Several cameras off to the side were recording, and plenty of lights had been set up which illuminated the night in calm blue-white light.

Over to the side with the government employees, Clark watched respectfully. He listened to the crowd as well and noticed that a lot of speculation and rumors had already spread about what had happened.

"Earlier this morning, at around nine in the morning, an assault on a hidden White Fang base in Menagerie was successfully carried out. Inside were pivotal members such as Fennec and Corsac Albain, who were captured. Adam Taurus, who led the Vale branch in the attack during the Vytal Festival, is also in custody. We have learned that he recently replaced Sienna Khan as the White Fang's leader, she is confirmed dead."

Surprise pulsed through the crowd in an uneven rhythm. Many didn't seem to be aware of the specifics of the people in the White Fang, but the news that it was finished still sent elation through them.

Well, except for the small minority who silently smoldered at Ghira's words, but those kinds of people would stick around for a while. Clark had taken down the White Fang on an impulse, but changing opinions was just as difficult for him as it was for anyone else.

Meanwhile, Ghira's speech continued. "In this remarkable operation, dozens of terrorists were captured with minimal casualties. In fact, we currently believe that there weren't any casualties, although our count is incomplete. As for the party responsible for the assault, they have asked to remain anonymous. As a show of gratitude, we will happily respect their decision. No information on them will be released by the Menagerie government."

Several people around Clark stared at him, their eyes almost exerting a physical pressure. He hadn't expected his involvement to stay hidden. After all, plenty of people had seen him at the White Fang base. Still, the attention he was already getting was uncomfortable. Why add more instead of asking Ghira not to mention him publicly?

"Now, thanks to the information recovered from their base, we will alert all of Remnant to the White Fang cells in their Kingdoms. Soon the White Fang will no longer exist, its name will be relegated to history as a tragic failure." Ghira trembled. He'd founded the White Fang and seen it turn its back on its core values. Clark could barely even guess how difficult this was for him.

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However, Ghira's disappointment and regret gave way to a hopeful smile. "Even so, at this moment we are free to pursue a new beginning for improving relations between faunus and humans. With this auspicious event, I hope we all do our part to work towards this goal. Thank you."

The audience clapped, more than a few shouting their support. There wasn't a strong international media presence in Menagerie, but Clark had heard that a few of the cameras were transmitting live to other Kingdoms. He wondered how widespread this reaction was. Were there people across the world sharing in the joy and relief of the news that soon they would have nothing to fear from the White Fang?

Just contemplating it made Clark once again give the media, its power of communication, the great respect it deserved. But this time it was different, even if the public didn't know it, it was a change he'd brought to this world. He'd be in reports, announcements, articles, whatever was used to share this news.

The media, the distant object of his admiration had approached him. It had done so unnoticed and even taken him in, incorporated him as a way to improve this world. He felt . . . what did he feel? Wholeness? Pride, joy? He struggled to describe it and ended up with a comparison to memories of his parents. The giddy anticipation before they came across a surprise he'd prepared for them: finding and putting his dad's lost lucky horseshoe in a visible place in the barn after searching for it with super-speed, planting Mom's favorite tulips in the flower bed outside the house that she wouldn't see until just around her birthday. This was similar, but it was different in that instead of an individual effort it became an collaboration between him and complete strangers.

There had been an opportunity to feel this way before, with the reports of how the Dart had cleared the Grimm in Vale during the Vytal Festival. However, Velvet's and Penny's deaths had weighed too heavily on him for him to reach this experience.

That wouldn't be the case any longer. He'd remember them, but not in a way that closed him off from the world. Wow, if only Greer was here now, he'd be elated by this breakthrough!

Ghira answered questions for a while longer, mostly specifics about his plans to cooperate with international bodies on apprehending remaining White Fang. There were a few who wanted to learn more about the assault, but he kept information about Clark out of his answers. Finally, the event ended.

Clark tracked down Sun and Blake and asked to talk to them privately. Blake's parents provided them with a small meeting room, allowing Clark to address the reason he'd wanted to talk to Blake in the first place.

"Now that the White Fang's gone, are you two going to go back to your teams in Haven?" Clark asked.

"Man, I'd love to see them again," Sun said. "I think it's the perfect time to go back now that we're done here. Blake though . . ."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blake faced Sun and frowned. "I'm not unreasonable. I'll admit it, with the White Fang dealt with, it's safe to meet with them again."

"So you'll go?" Clark asked.

She grimaced. "I will. No matter how hard it is, I'll do it."

"Great!" Clark smiled, the giddy anticipation, although this time it was the more familiar kind. "I can get you two there tonight, do you want to?"

They looked at him in skepticism until Sun spoke up. "Your teleportation Semblance reaches that far?"

He shook his head, amusement entering his grin. "I don't have a teleportation Semblance."

"Then will you tell us what you do have?" Blake asked. "Look, we're grateful for your help with the White Fang, but I find it strange that you won't tell us how you did it. Even if you can bring us to Haven, I'm not sure I can trust you to do that."

Clark nodded. "You're right. Sorry, it's an old habit, but helpful since I like to lay low. I'll tell you now." In a burst of speed their eyes couldn't track he moved behind them. "I'm the Dart."

They jumped out of their chairs. Blake's hand had gone for her weapon, an understandable reaction for something sudden like that. Meanwhile, Sun's reflexes had been sharp, but he'd been less coordinated as he stumbled away.

"Wait, you're the guy who saved Vale during the Vytal Festival?" Sun asked. "You killed the dragon?"

"I am and I did. As you saw I'm pretty fast, but I'm also very strong and tough. That, with a few other talents, is how I took down the White Fang base." Clark turned to Blake. "The specifics will take longer and I can tell you them later at Haven. Do you want to go?"

After a moment of thoughtful silence, she answered. "Yes."

Clark smiled. "Great. I need to say goodbye to someone first and then we'll set off. After that, it'll only take a couple minutes to get there."

"Okay, let's contact each other by scroll when we want to meet at the back of the house," Blake said. "I want to say goodbye as well."

"See you later then." Clark raised a hand, and then raced off with some of his actual speed. Satin was still in the chieftain's house, since today had been a busy day for the government, and he stopped behind a pillar near her so nobody would see him seemingly appear out of thin air.

"Hey, Satin," he said in greeting. "You still busy?"

She turned and faced him. "Hi Clark. Not too much now even after a certain invincible huntsman forced a huge workload on us."

"Invincible huntsman? I'm not sure there's anyone like that, but whoever you're probably thinking of is sorry that he made things difficult for you."

Satin shook her head. "It's fine. I'm happy for the hard work since I know what it's for." She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm confused though. Why did you ask Ghira not to mention you? What's with the rumors going around that you're some sort of unstoppable fighting machine?"

"Well, for the rumors, I'm a pretty strong huntsman but the captured White Fang must be blowing up what I did out of proportion. Asking Ghira to keep me out of the news is a bit more complicated, but it boils down to me wanting to stay out of the public eye."

"I don't really see why, but if that's what you want, then I won't pry. You should at least have one person acknowledge what you did though." She smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you."

"I'm glad I could help." Clark put on a more even expression as he recalled why he was here. "Anyway, Satin, I have something important to tell you. I'm leaving tonight."

Her smile dropped. "You are? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Sorry, I didn't make the decision until a little while ago. I can still come by pretty often if I have to, so don't worry about that. I just won't be in Menagerie on a day-to-day basis."

"That seems fine, then. Hold on . . ." Confusion spread across her face. "If you're going back to Haven, how are you going to come back here regularly?"

Clark grinned. "It's a secret, but trust me, I can get here fast."

Satin became amused. "Alright, if you say so. Good luck on your trip, I better see you again soon."

"You will. Goodbye." After they parted, Clark walked off to the back of the building. He waited a few minutes until Blake and Sun walked up.

"So, how are we going to do this?" Sun asked.

"I'll start off a bit slow, so you don't get surprised," Clark said. "It'll be faster to carry the both of you at the same time, although it probably won't be comfortable."

As it turned out, there was an okay position with them on either side of him and hanging on to his outstretched arms. It would have been difficult for most people but they had the body strength to stay on.

"Ready?" Clark said.

They both answered yes, and he went off. His first few steps were fast, but not so much so, it took a second or two to reach the forest. However, his acceleration ramped up fast, over the course of the next ten seconds he was at his top speed, when he could cross a city in the blink of an eye. A speed that turned an entire globe into a neighborhood which could be travelled on foot in a few minutes.

He'd reached the water already, and as always it was a relaxing sight. The smooth surface let him see any obstacle long before he reached it and he could run with reaction times not too different from human limits.

Of course, he still had to be careful. With a height of six-foot-four, a quick mental estimate using Pythagoras' Theorem and the radius of Remnant put the horizon at a distance of a bit more than three miles. Not really too much leeway when he reached that horizon in a fraction of a second.

There wasn't much danger of hitting a boat though. In fact, by the time he'd gone through a third of his trip he'd only seen a few vessels in the distance.

For brief moments throughout the run, Clark allowed his attention to land on the night sky around them. Even to his time-shifted eyes, his journey across Remnant was so fast that the stars were moving across the sky in noticeable amounts. The effect was strongest with the splintered waxing gibbous Moon as it drifted across the sky and changed the lengths of their shadows against the water.

It was faster to go across some land even though it was less comfortable, but since Mistral was a coastal city a lot of Clark's route on Anima could go through Lake Matsu.

He stopped outside of Haven. Inside, students still roamed the school and formed a buzz of activity, including the dorm with Ruby and the others.

"And here we are. You guys enjoy your trip?" Clark asked as they slowly lowered themselves onto the ground. He looked from side to side and grinned at the shell-shocked expressions people always wore after a super-speed trip. It was especially strong when it was their first.

"Yeah," Sun turned from side and side, his eyes wide at their surroundings. "Wow man, you must get to vacation wherever whenever."

"I actually don't that often, but the fact that I can is something I try not to take it for granted. Anyway, Blake and I will go to Ruby and Yang, I guess you'll go straight to your team?"

"Definitely."

"Alright, see you around. One last thing, it's really important that you keep my Dart thing a secret."

"Sure, no problem." Sun walked off and waved. "Bye!"

Clark waved back and Blake said goodbye in an even tone. After that, he asked. "You ready to meet your friends?"

She clearly wasn't, anyone could have seen her reluctance at a glance. "No, but I don't think it'll get any better if I wait." She exhaled. "Bring me to them."

"Okay, but I don't think you need to be so nervous. Ruby and Yang will be happy to see you." Clark guided her to the dorm. Along the way he filled her in on some details of their living arrangement, like how they shared the dorm with JNPR, Ruby and Yang's uncle, and Oscar who was new to her. He also warned her that she was in for some major shock when she learned about their mission here and their enemy.

"And here we are," Clark said as he opened the door with a swipe of his scroll. "Home sweet, even if it's temporary, home."

He'd already heard Oscar, Ren, and Nora. They were the only ones on the first floor. Jaune and Pyrrha seemed to be in their team's room upstairs, and Ruby and Yang were probably in their room too. He'd only listened in to get a sense of their general direction, not their exact positions or what they were doing.

The three on the first floor were playing video games in the lounge, Ren being the first to turn around.

"Clark, welco-Blake?" Ren's eyes widened for a moment until he smiled again. "Blake, it's nice to see you again."

"Wait, Blake's here?!" Nora whipped her head around and spotted her. Her character on the screen stopped moving, which Oscar took advantage of and attacked with his. "Oh wow, it's really her! Clark, where'd ya find her?"

"Her hometown in Menagerie," Clark answered. "By the way, could y-

"Everyone come down! Blake's here!" Nora shouted up.

Well, he'd hoped to make it a surprise, but he should have realized how dangerous an excited Nora was to anyone's plans. Ren seemed to have an idea of what he'd wanted and gave him an apologetic smile and shrug.

Above, two doors opened and Ruby called down. "Huh? What's Nora yelling about."

This time Clark shouted back before Nora could say anything. "Something pretty good. I think all of you should come down here and see for yourself."

"Wait, Clark you're back?!" Ruby asked. "Did you get us something?"

"Yeah."

"It's pretty rude how you all keep calling me 'something'," Blake said.

"Sorry, but I think if I get more specific they'd start to figure it out," Clark said as the four came down.

Ruby was the first to come down, the expectant look in her eyes changed to shock and a dropped jaw. In a trail of rose petals she slammed into Blake.

"Whoa!" Blake said. She might have been knocked down if Clark hadn't placed his hands on her shoulders just before the collision.

"Blake, it's really you!" Ruby looked up at her with teary eyes and a beaming smile.

"Yeah, it is."

"Blake?" Yang had come down at the foot of the stairs after Jaune and Pyrrha. She stared at her partner.

Blake said in a weak voice "Hi Yang, I'm back."

With a beaming face, Yang walked forward and added herself to the hug. "It's good to have you back."

It wasn't at all what Clark had expected.

He'd thought they'd be happy to be with Blake again. Ruby certainly was, but Yang was different. She was genuinely happy, but also upset. He couldn't tell exactly how. Irritation maybe? Bitterness? Anger?

Regardless, to his attentive eyes her joyful expression was brittle, like a mask that would crack if he so much as said a word about it.

So Clark stayed silent on her reaction and instead answered their questions on how he'd brought Blake here. He did admit that he'd basically brought down the White Fang, but Blake's still-present shock at his abilities made it seem more impressive than it actually was.

"That's basically all that happened," Clark said when he finished. "By the way, she still needs to be filled in on a lot of stuff. She knows that I'm the Dart but not where I came from or what I am. Not to mention she still has to learn about Salem, Oscar, and the Relics."

"Yang and I will tell her," Ruby said. "Come on, Blake. We'll show you our room too."

JNPR must have missed Blake too, but it was only right that she got a private reunion with her team first. While the three went up, Jaune and Pyrrha came to Clark's side.

"Hey, while you were gone, there was a lot that happened with the Interference," Jaune said.

"Yes, you should know as soon as possible." Pyrrha looked at her teammates when they got a bit noisy returning to their game. "Let's go where we can talk without interruption."

"Okay, is it bad news?" Clark asked as they went up.

"No actually, it's very good," Pyrrha said.

"It was hard to deal with at first, but I hope you think we did well," Jaune said.

Huh, that sounded interesting, but what caught Clark's attention right now were the subtle changes in the two of them. Pyrrha seemed more relaxed, at ease. She was good at hiding it, but sometimes her feelings for Jaune could leak through when she was with him. Now though, her nervousness was gone, which was really at odds with Jaune's unease.

After bringing him to their room, they told him about all that had happened while he'd been in Menagerie. Andrea's kidnapping and the attempt on Phil. They'd also had a raid on an alliance base, an Iona-owned fort, with Qrow and Haven students to recover her and expose the alliance.

Clark whistled when they'd finished. "You guys have been busy."

"We were," Jaune said and asked hesitantly "Was everything we did okay? I know you want to keep the Interference secret, but I thought we needed the help. I was careful too. I didn't tell any Haven students outside the dorm about it. Going to Malachite was probably wrong too-

"It's fine, Jaune. More than fine actually, you guys did great."

Jaune finally loosened up. The whole time they'd explained to Clark he'd looked like he expected to be chastised for the decisions he'd made during Clark's absence.

Clark continued. "I'm going to have to think carefully on how to work with this." He rubbed his chin. "Pyrrha, would you mind using your fame to get more attention on the kidnappings and the alliance?"

"Not at all, I'd be happy to use my fame for that."

Good. He could depend on everyone else in the dorm, and probably the other Haven students involved too. Clark would have to talk with Andrea and Phil, apologize for not being here, ask them what they knew, and then prepare them for the next stage.

"Dolus' men, the ones who tried to kidnap Phil, did you get their names and faces?" Clark asked.

"No . . ." Jaune said. The question had taken the wind out of his sails.

"The one we questioned was Eugene, I believe." Pyrrha thought back and added. "Phil probably knows his name."

Clark nodded. Another thing to ask Phil then, but that could wait until tomorrow. For now Clark needed to check the impact of the news of the alliance and kidnappings and account for that into his plans to bring significant and long-lasting reform to Mistral.

During his silence, Pyrrha cleared her throat. "Jaune, should we tell him now?"

Jaune blushed. "Now? Y-yeah, now's fine actually. I mean, the timing's a bit weird, but he'll find out eventually anyway right?"

"What is it?" Clark asked.

Pyrrha held Jaune's hand and her face shone with joy. Jaune smiled as well, although he was more bashful.

"We've started dating," Pyrrha announced. Plain and simple.

It brought Clark's planning to a halt. "Really?! That's great!"

"Thanks," Jaune said. "It's really hard to believe sometimes, but it's happening."

Clark had to agree. It might be rude, but he really hadn't expected Pyrrha to express her feelings anytime soon. "You guys chose a really interesting time to start. How did it happen?"

Pyrrha laughed. "You're certainly right, but how we started isn't that interesting. It was during the night after the raid on the fort."

Clark disagreed before he'd even heard. Any series of events that had finally got them together was bound to be fascinating.