The Hammer of Remenant

Chapter four: Iron Within

Port: Monsters! Demons... Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey!

The Grimm studies teacher would shout, cackling as he jabbed at a diagram of different Grimm types with his weapon, continuing;

Port: And you shall too, upon graduating from this prestigious academy! Now, as I was saying: Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms, are safe havens in an otherwise treacherous world! Our planet is absolutely teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces! And that's where we come in. Huntsmen! Huntresses, individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves!

Perturabo would start tuning out the professor, seeing him as little more than a man with an over-inflated ego, only coming back into focus when he was actually speaking of Grimm and when Weiss stepped on the stage, something not sitting right with the primarch, though he was in little more than a grey tabbard emblazoned with the Iron Warriors insignia and yellow and black caution stripes and the bodysuit from before, he felt the familiar weight of his hammer across his lap, gripping it subconsciously as he intently watched Weiss as a Grimm barreld out of a cage across from her, the Grimm charging, Weiss dodging and returning the charge, but as she was about to pierce the beasts skull, it twisted, trapping her rapier in its tusks, and ripping it from her grip, Weiss and Ruby bickering the whole time, untill Weiss looked up, the beast almost on top of her, the teacher taking aim with his bulnderbus, as suddenly the beast exploded into a shower of gore, a winged hammer impaled in the floor where the beast stood moments ago, the primarch now standing, empty-handed as the class turned and looked at him as he sat back down, Ruby saying;

Ruby: Shouldn't expect anything less from our new combat teacher!

Port: Admirably done, Perturabo, you saw a huntress in trouble and acted without a second thought, that act would've saved her life if I weren't here to keep you all safe.

The teacher said, praising Perturabo then himself as Weiss stormed out, the bell ringing as Ruby dashed off after her as Perturabo retrieved his hammer, leaving the class and headed to his room, which was also the combat room, donning his armor once more as Ruby entered, in a saddened mood, Perturabo noticing this sent a ping to the Iron Blood to send in Iron warriors for mock battles against the students a response coming instantly as the rest of the students filed in, Perturabo speaking as the bell rang;

Perturabo: It is no small pleasure and honor that I am able to train you, the future of Remenant, and as such...

He said, his amplified voice echoing as he gazed at the students, noting the Iron Warriors laid in wait in the darkest corners of the room before continuing;

Perturabo: I will show no mercy in my instruction. If you grow bitter at me, swallow that feeling, let it loose upon your enemies and win the war. Now, lesson one; awareness.

He finished, sending a ping to the Iron Warriors who sprang out banging thier hammers on towering shields, disorienting and terrifying the students, most of who tried to turn and run out the door, only to be stopped by a hail of rubber bullets pelting them, other Iron Warriors sitting beside the door creating a kill-box as Perturabo yelled over the sound of pained students as the gunfire subsided;

Perturabo: And lesson two; Tactics. Now, a few of you stood and tried to find an advantageous position amid the chaos, Jaune Arc, step forward.

Jaune would slowly rise from beneath his desk, visibly shaking as he walked down to the arena, a cackling Iron Warrior holding a hammer and sheild following him, as Perturabo said;

Perturabo: You will be facing one of my sons in mock combat, this will hone your skills, and your strength.

The two would stand on opposite ends of the arena as Perturabo stepped out, and sounded an alarm signaling the match start, the Iron Warrior would charge as Jaune simply lifted his shield, being thrown by the impact as the Iron Warrior kept the pressure on, battering the poor boy untill Perturabo called the match, saying;