[h2][color=421A8C]Sapphire Rode[/color] - Infirmary[/h2]
Abel walked closer to Sapphire. His demeanor had changed drastically from when he'd first entered the room. Now he was standing much taller, in a position that reminded Sapphire of a knight preparing for war. She'd made him angry, easily. Clearly someone who would stand up for himself and those close to him. Shiro on the other hand didn’t seem that reliable. He'd probably just apologize profusely for whatever he did even if it wasn't his fault, Abel on the other hand had a righteous fury about him. 

As he walked over it became immediately apparent that he was exercising his superior height. No doubt the gesture was meant to be intimidating but instead it had the opposite effect. A smile tugged at the corners of Sapphire's mouth. Size never determined a battle, in fact in many cases being of greater mass could easily lead to your downfall. He was a slow and heavy fighter, she on the other hand, while her strikes might lack the sort of finishing power his possessed she was capable of administering hers much more quickly and frequently before disappearing into the shadows.

Just as she was sure a fight was about to break out a fourth voice echoed from the window. Sapphire turned sharply, before registering what the sound was she'd tapped the leather band on her right wrist causing Morpheus to assemble itself into her hand. She took a fighting stance holding the blade cross ways ready to slash if necessary. It was then that Sapphire registered where exactly the voice emanated from. The voice belonged to the boar faunus who Sapphire was rather impressed to see walking through the window his arms full of, flowers and boxes. He'd come bearing gifts, which she had to admit was actually rather thoughtful. Sapphire quickly collapsed Morpheus back into her leather band. She wasn't particularly happy at the moment but of the other three Sapphire considered the boar faunus as the most competent fighter, behind herself of course. He had been the one to damage the tunnel enough that she was able to collapse it on the mech's head. Otherwise the battle could have gotten much worse.

[color=0054a6]"Yeah,"[/color] she said in return [color=0054a6]"never stops burning."[/color] Sapphire watched as... What was his name? It had been something unusual and had reminded her of some sort of a grunt... Gren, that was it. Sapphire watched as Gren opened one of the boxes which had a chocolate cake inside. Sapphire fought down a smile, she loved chocolate. He sliced it up with expert precision and served a piece of cake to each person present, offering them some kind words or invitation with the cake. Despite his appearance he was actually rather good with people, not a skill Sapphire had exactly mastered, she was mainly good at pushing people's buttons.

When he came to her with the slice of cake Sapphire took it from him graciously, or rather without any of her usual jibes or hostility. The greeting that he gave to her came as such a shock that the plate slipped from her fingers. In a gut instinct reaction Sapphire slipped to the floor catching the plate about three inches from the ground, the cake was still intact if a little windswept. Sapphire let out a gasp of pain. She'd severely aggravated her broken rib again. It was never going to heal properly if she kept this up. She straightened up slowly probing the swollen area with her fingers to make sure the bone was still set properly. She didn't think she'd done any lasting damage but that occupied very little of her attention compared to the information Gren had just delivered. They'd passed.

[color=0054a6]"Excuse me?"[/color] she said in slightly disbelieving voice. [color=0054a6]"We passed? But that battle was a complete disaster, by all rights half the team should be dead."[/color] She didn't understand. If this had been a real situation with professional hunters the mistakes some of them had made would have cost them their lives. She supposed Beacon didn't have as high standards as her father did, or else the pick of the lot was sparse and the rejects had done even worse than they had. Of course this was a combat school, the implication being that they would learn to perform better than they had. Perhaps they were chosen for their potential rather than their display.