Despite what Beacon may think, Nora is not in fact the most protective of the bunch, despite all her threats (and attempts) at breaking the legs of those whom mess with her partners. No no no, the title of "will-literally-rip-off-your-head-if-you-so-much-as-think-about-it" belongs to the fourth member of team JNPR, Lie Ren. He is so quietly but somehow so intensely and threateningly there, just beyond someone's sense of danger but just close enough to the edge to ward of anyone dumb enough to cross that threshold between poking fun and insulting.

Unfortunately this miasma of terror only wards off anyone not overly arrogant, such as the latest example:Cardin Winchester. However when he has to be… Ren can become quite petrifying. One day, as Ren and his partners left for lunch he faintly heard Cardin say:

"I'm just saying Dove, if you end up roped into Jaune's freakshow of a harem, you're not only whoring yourself out to him you might as well be whoring yourself out to a faunus."

While he didn't let it show, not even letting his smile falter at one of Nora's ridiculous dreams she "discussed", he was livid. So angry in fact he not only asked to spar with Cardin, he practically demanded it. , seeing the fire in his eyes smirked slightly.

"Alright you may spar with but on one condition, please don't play with your food."

The fight, if you could call it that, was ridiculously one-sided. Despite all his strength and admittingly solid stance and form, it pretty much boiled down to one thing, you can't fight what you can't hit. Each swing, each feign, no matter how well executed never even grazed the agile ninja, while said ninja's strikes always struck true against the mace-wielder.

Finally giving into his temper Cardin began to swing wildly about himself, sloppily letting himself get shot by Stormflower or slashed by it's bayonets. To his relief Ren finally stood still and holstered his weapons, and with one hand raised he beckoned Cardin to strike him. Smiling wickedly he lifted his mace over his head to release what he assumed would be a devastating blow.

But as the strike struck against Ren, Cardin was shocked to find one hand catching the blow, all of Ren's aura accumulating in his right hand. The buzzer signaled Cardin's humiliating defeat as both boys were sent to the locker room.

As Cardin and Ren changed from their combat outfits into their uniforms, Cardin began to think aloud.

"So what was that back there?" Cardin stood, attempting to use his size to intimidate Ren; he loomed over the smaller man

"You trying to make a statement about how you wear the pants in your disgusting little circu-"

His words were cut off as the cocking of Stormflower rang throughout the gulped as he felt the cold metal barrel against his forehead and the sharp blade of Ren's pistol just barely grazing his nose. His aura depleted from the match, he opened his mouth to try and calm Ren down. But as he did so, Ren clamped his hand upon his mouth; his fingernails digging into Cardin's cheeks.

Ren spoke precisely and cooley

"You listen and you listen good…"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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