[center][color=40E0D0][h2]Turq Beaufort[/h2][/color][/center]
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	Once again, the pipe was proving itself to be Turq's match in combat as the faunus boy found himself locked in bitter combat with something that, at one point in time, was a simple piece of building material that was now probably the most deadly swordfighter he'd ever met. ...That was something to be proud of, he supposed. Still, after the last barrage he'd gotten a little accustomed to the speed of the strikes, and the orbiting boomerangs would occasionally interrupt a swing as it went through, opening up small gaps that Turq used to launch his attacks on Auron from afar while Caramelle's head-on attacks pressured him. 

As a loud cry of thunder struck across the arid landscape, Turq smiled as he saw the shot from Jet cause the pipe to tear away from him. Now, he was free to attack with his full strength, his orbiters and Caramelle's strikes soon giving Veloce the chance to both knock Auron back, and chide him for his earlier statement. [color=40E0D0][b]"You say that as if you'd ever have landed that shot if we weren't distracting him,[/b][/color] Turq retorted, putting his hands on his hips and smirking, before looking at both the pipe and scrap metal around the yard. [color=40E0D0][b]"Actually...I wonder if this means scrap is stronger than both," [/b][/color] he would say, rubbing his chin with one hand while flicking one of his kusarigama at the pipe, sending it flying towards him before he caught it. 

With the countless pieces of junk lying around, Turq smiled as he realized something. He hadn't been fighting... [i]creatively[/i] enough. A smile spread on his lips once more, before he asked: [color=40E0D0][b]"So, is this the part where we pass whatever test this was supposed to be? Because at this rate, I think we're passing before lunch time, 'Sir'."[/b][/color] Despite him using the agreed on term, Turq clearly wanted to see what else his new instructor had in store for him. If all it took to beat a trained huntsman was three novices and one EXTREMELY talented, powerful, outstanding genius fighter who's name started with a T and rhymed with "irk", then that was a fair bit disappointing.