#rontra

So yeah I put liveblog/review kinda thing in the title bc this isn’t really a liveblog? Like if this was a liveblog it would just be me copy pasting all the lines in the entire chapter here and some unintelligent screaming. But like I wanted to have at least some coherent things to say so I had to take some time with this to think and gather my thoughts. Anyway let’s get started.

And still, there was no sign of the witch.

Cinder, a witch??? Oh Glynda honey you’ve got a storm coming.

Not to mention, having Ironwood in the room was bound to worsen the situation.

Ironwood, ruining Glynda’s day with just his presence. Cinder Fall may have attacked the CCT tower but at least she was hot af.

From over the top of a monitor, Glynda had seen but the briefest flash of gold beneath her dark bangs, like a serpent nestled in the undergrowth

I am 100% always here for Cinder described as a snake.

“She was… Savage.” Insufficient. Glynda tried again. “Lethal. More so than anyone else I’ve ever fought.”

Merely alluding to the clash filled her with an uneasy prickling. When she blinked, she could see the woman still, wreathed in a corona of hellfire. Cinder was no Huntress, not like Glynda. In her, Glynda sensed only the capacity for annihilation.

Lethal & extremly dangerous? Not a huntress? Only the capacity for annihilation? So… kinda like… a grimm… would you say…???

Ozpin tried to look unaffected, even as one of his hands instinctively lifted to touch the brooch on his scarf. A nervous tick, and for good reason. Nothing and no one had been able to keep up with Glynda before this. Confusion crossed Ozpin’s face and then vague fear. Even Ironwood had been moved to silence by Glynda’s words.

I just really love how everyone acknowledges that Glynda is so fucking powerful like “nothing and no one had been able to keep up with her” SHE SO STRONK

Little remained of the place where Glynda and Cinder Fall had drawn first blood, and all of it was charred and broken.

Damn I just love this line I’m not good with metaphors and symbolism and that shit but like. This shit right here? This is something. Ahsdhiasudh I really wish I could properly tell u what this line means to me but I just can’t do words rn

“I understand that your forces have tangled with her before, but this cannot be personal, James. You won’t avenge any death by sending more of your people to the slaughter.”

ZOOMS THE FUCK IN OH MY GOD IS THIS ABOUT THAT THING WITH WINTER OH BOY THIS WASN’T IN THE FIRST VERSION WAS THIS (i checked it wasn’t!!!!)

Without you was implicit. Even Glynda caught it.

IRONWOOD GO AWAY YOU’RE NOT NEEDED HERE NO ONE LOVES YOU. EVEN GLYNDA CAN TELL.

Ironwood was useless tension.

YEAH THAT’S HIM THAT’S HIS ENTIRE CHARACTER IN A NUTSHELL

“I have known many Huntsmen and Huntresses during my long life, but none of them hold a candle to you.”

Glynda so stronk

The praise should have banished all doubts. It didn’t. A torrid mix of dread and uncertainty filled her to brim.

“Sir, I can’t leave the school,” she said, a touch desperate. “Beacon is my home.”

Alright yall offal hunt is canceled Glynda doesn’t want to leave her home and she’s an anxious mess so let’s not make her do that alright

Couldn’t—until she could. Like the ebb of a tide from some bottomless sea, calm overtook her, bit by bit, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of that fear.

ah yes there she is, void Glynda, making things weird and creepy since chapter one this time.

It hadn’t been intended as a challenge, but his words still latched onto her pride like bristling burrs, digging in deep to draw blood. Of course she could catch her.

Glynda was a Huntress. She could hunt.

Glynda already making things weird by making up some kinda of rivarly with Cinder.

if she was to leave Beacon, she would gladly be the one to smother this particular flame

glynda: alright i have to leave my home to hunt down a criminal but at least that criminal is hot af

“When does my mission begin?” she asked, a hollow note in her tone.

*reads the word ’hollow’*

*immediately starts chanting VOID GLYNDA VOID GLYNDA VOID GLYNDA*

Just the mention of her sent a thrill down her spine, something vacuous and ravenous settling deep in the pit of her stomach. A smoldering on the edge of hunger, the heat of it making her suit glow softly. Glynda Goodwitch had exceeded all expectations; not simply meeting her in battle, but pushing her back, the tower around them warping with the force of their collision.

There were few who could make her sweat, even fewer who could make retreat appear attractive. Glynda Goodwitch had done both.

Cinder: *gets her ass kicked*

Cinder: holy shit that was hot

She’d felt the capacity for it in their first meeting, when Glynda Goodwitch had called down a storm of ice upon them. She was power and magic welded into human shape, and Cinder had suspected, had considered—but now she knew.

O shit Glynda. Busted.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you actually liked the brats—”

“Beacon won’t be safe for very long,” she cut him off, all flashfire irritation. He wrinkled his nose, withdrawing.

Roman: *implies Cinder Fall likes someone*

Cinder, immediately: how fucking dare u

Cinder saw her reflection in the glass, a serpent’s smile curling her lips.

Still 100% here for Cinder=snake