Goodwitch: Now, Miss Nikos, could you please come down here and help me demonstrate the correct way to disarm an opponent? And then weāll start some sparring. Pyrrha, smiling: Of course, professor. *Grabbing her weapons and heading down to the training floor.* Oh! Before we begin professor, may I address the class? Goodwitch: Um⦠y-yes, you may?
Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: Thank you. *Clears her throat.* WHO WROTEĀ āLOSERā ON JAUNEāS LOCKER?!
Entire class paling, going silent.*
Pyrrha: Speak up, we havenāt got all day!
Everyone looking at Cardin.*
Cardin: Whyāre you all looking at me?! *Sweating.* I-I mean⦠yeah okay, I get why youāre looking at me, but it wasnāt me! This time anyway.
Pyrrha, tapping her foot: My patience is waning. Who did it?
Goodwitch, tugging her collar: Holy shit, this girlās pissed.
Russel Thrush, shakily raising his hand: I-I did it.
Pyrrha: Is that so? *Smiling at Goodwitch.* I believe I have found my sparring partner for today, Professor.
Goodwitch, trying not to smirk: I see. Russel, please join Pyrrha.
Russel, close to crying: I donāt wanna.Ā
Pyrrha: Oh itās okay Russel! Aura training comes after this class, so all your injuries can be healed up then! *Smiling.*
Nora, whispering to Jaune: Holy fuck, leader. Sheād kill a bitch for you, you know that?
Jaune, dreamily sighing: I know, right? My hero.Ā
Yang: Kick his ass so hard he can taste your boot, P-Money!!
















