Glynda X Reader

Bullies

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. If I did I would try to make Team CRDL more fleshed out characters with individual personalities and not one-dimensional bullies.  

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A Week Later

(Y/N)'s POV

Landing a few feet away from Miss Goodwitch, I regain my balance as my teacher does the same. Her face is a little red while she pants a bit in an attempt to catch her breath. She's intentionally leaving herself open. At least I think she is since she is so relaxed that one wouldn't think that she was fighting someone. Just to test this, my finger squeezes the trigger of my gun and fires a bullet at my blonde teacher's right shoulder. In the next few seconds, I barely dodge as the bullet grazes my cheek. Thank goodness for my aura. For some reason, a small smile occupies my teacher's face now.

"I guess it was a little hopeful on my part there." Miss Goodwitch just confirms my suspicion.

"Well, I wouldn't expect my combat teacher to make a simple mistake like letting her guard down in front of an opponent, even if said opponent is a student." She nods and smiles at the response. Guess that's what she wanted to hear.

"Clever thinking, (Y/N), but you made one mistake."

"I figured I made more than just one. Which one are you referring to?" Just as the words leave my mouth, my whole body seizes up as it gains a purple outline. Crap. Within moments I am slammed into the ground by my blonde combat instructor. The force isn't enough to break the floor or myself, but does knock some of the air out of my lungs. Soon the sound of clicking heels reaches my ears. With a small smirk on my face, another bullet escapes from my weapon and shoots near my teacher. Again, she blocks it but when she turns back to me, Miss Goodwitch is greeted with the blunt end of my blade flying into her side. Within the blink of an eye, my blade meets an aura reinforced riding crop. Dang it, I wasn't fast enough. Miss Goodwitch then gives a smirk as she begins to speak or I guess teach, given the current circumstances.

"In a real fight, you don't talk to your opponent." Alright, that's fair enough. Quickly pushing off of her ebony riding crop, I use the momentum to get myself away from her. The force wasn't enough to send me or my instructor flying off in any direction, but the force was good enough to make her stumble a little. At least I am good enough to do that. After squaring my feet, I ready myself for another move. Rushing at her with my weapon ready, my blade swings down to hit my opponent's side. The blunt end of the weapon connects with her side. At the same time as my hit connects, the same black riding crop from earlier spacks into the dead center of my chest. That does not sound too bad, but then again, my teacher's semblance allows her to make any hit that would feel like just a push now feels like a punch to the gut. The air leaves my lungs as I go flying back away from Miss Goodwitch. My back and the ground have a fun meeting which sends a dull pain throughout my body. My aura at least takes some of the pain away, but after the warm-up and the hits I have taken during the sparring match, I'm starting to run low. Fast paced heel clicks fill the air as my teacher races over to me.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" She asks worriedly while rushing over my way. Her heel's loud clicks fill the air as she runs. Wow, she can really move in those. Once over here, my teacher kneels next to me and starts to worry over me, "I'm sorry, (Y/N), I didn't mean to hit you so hard. I've been practicing a new move and I just mindlessly used it." She rambles on a little bit more. Miss Goodwitch's cheeks are flushed as she continues on apologizing and explaining herself. It's kinda funny, the most unpopular kid at Beacon has the most beautiful teacher at Beacon fretting over him. I guess that's irony for you. While propping myself up, I try to stop her.