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The doors to the arena opened to a bustle of noise. Combat Class had moved on without him. Another match was already underway; the taps and squeaks of footwork, along with the clash of steel, carried up into the stands in sharp, ringing bursts. Most of the students were watching the ring. A few heads might have turned when he emerged from the corridor, but if they did, Jaune did not care to notice. He kept his eyes forward and climbed. His hand still remembered the pain of punching Aura. Worse than all of that, though, was the heaviness in his stomach as he neared the rows where PRJN and RWBY sat together. The benches came into view. Pyrrha saw him first. She had half-risen before he was eve