Ch8 Orientation
Narrator: Fenrir
"The knight had challenged me to a dual that day."
I wished I had been patient earlier. Some old blond lady nagged at me to wait before I got in the tower; she had this other blond with her. His hair was combed back, a set of mismatched blue and gold eyes sat in a thick skull that wouldn't stop moving. He waved his metal clad arms about in different poses as he spoke, a chain mail trench coat danced around his armored legs, as he puffed out his cobalt chrome chest in boast.
"He sat on a steed of milk cream, a lance at hand and a sword at his hip. 'Good sir' I proclaimed to him. 'Do you know who you speak to?'"
I didn't care! I'm pretty sure knight guy didn't care either.
"'I don't care.' He exclaimed right before stampeding toward me! I swung my great sword at his horse's femur. I made sure to make a superficial cut, to spook the poor creature. It neighed in pain as the knight fell off his ride."
God, I wish I was listening to one of Port's rants. At least I knew how those ended so I could zone out of those. I've been sitting on this bench for an hour having to hear this asshat yapping on and on.
"He stood and drew his sword, and we locked blades at the hilt in a clash of sparks! When he attempted to twist my weapon out of my grasp, he cried out, unaware that the blade transformed before him. An axe looped behind his leg as he was sent to the ground, my blade stopping inches from his face."
"You have been beaten by Richard Lionheart! Prince of- Oh she's back."
Never thought the click clacking of heels would make me thank the Gods, but there's a first time for everything. The woman from before strode over with Theodore and a girl behind her.
"I am so sorry ma'am. I meant it as a friendly jest, truly."
"Quiet, young lady! There is a time and a place for conflict and right before your orientation is not the time. And you. You could have stepped in at any point and stopped her, yet you stood by as she assaulted those students. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Theo looked like he got more of an earful than I did.
"I wasn't about to walk into that. Got plenty of other chances to die today." The woman's expression softened.
"Fair enough. Let's stop dilly dallying. Clock's ticking."
We finally went inside to the elevator. The awkward silence was nice for the few minutes that it lasted. We made it to the top floor the tower.
Ozpin's Office was the office of Ozpin. All kinds of gears spun in complex clockwork mechanisms in the walls and ceiling. The entire school was visible through the clouds. Ozpin sat at his desk; finger linked hands rested under a welcoming smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all again. It seems you've already met Ms. Goodwitch, so let's skip the introductions and get down to business. For one reason or another, you have all decided to attend this academy in the middle of a semester. Fortunately, we had just enough room to fit you in. But luck alone will not guarantee your acceptance. You will have to earn your way into the academy like everyone else. For years you have trained to become warriors and today, your abilities will be tested today in The Emerald Forest. Today, you are a team. Be it fate or misfortune, destiny has called you together. And you will be with each other for the rest of your time here at Beacon. It is in your best interest to work together. Your objective is to make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition in your way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path or you will die." Goodwitch continued after him.
"You will find an old temple at the end of the path, containing several relics. Choose one and return to the top of the cliff. You will be monitored and graded for the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. We will guard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?" The armored guy raised his hand.
"Um sir?" Oz never let him get a word in
"Good. Now let's get this started."
