The Best Things Happen in the Dark

-Fire-

Everything is aflame. I clutched my sword close to my body as roars echoed around me. Grimm were everywhere, and no one else was around. No one to help, no one to save me.
This was the end - wasn't it.
A large growl was heard and I whipped around, blocking the attack of a Beowolf. It roared in my face before knocking me back. The flames were getting warmer, and I began to feel sweat of my forehead from the heat. I stood up, sword dragging along the ground, sounding of metal. I gripped the handle tightly and raised it at the Grimm. It roared and ran at me. I closed my eyes, gulped, and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes.
Go.
I ran towards the Beowolf as it seemed to slow. I activated my Semblance at a perfect time, it seems - the Beowolf would have chomped my head off.
Using my super speed my Semblance granted me, I slid around behind the Grimm. My Semblance stopped and the Grimm lunged away from me, cut in half by my sword. It fell to the ground just before a loud screech was heard. I had to guess it was a Nevermore.
Boy, was I right. It swooped down at me and knocked my sword away from me, sending me sprawling across the ground in the opposite direction. I quickly raised my head, green eyes narrowing. I began to hear voices as I pushed myself to my feet, Nevermore swooping down towards me once more. I felt my Semblance activate once more, clicking into it's rightful place, and things moved slow around me as I quickened. Something slammed into the Nevermore from its left - then its right. More slammed into it until it was ripped into pieces, objects flinging away in the direction they were going - left to right, right to left.
They had torn clean through - six holes.
I heard a snarl and a gunshot rang out. It took me a moment to realize my Semblance had stopped. I looked over to see Professor Port, his mustache large and staring at me. We could never see his eyes, so I just assumed that when his mustache is in my direction, he's staring at me.
"Natalia," he said. "That's quite enough..."
I nodded and bowed. "Y... yes professor. I'm sorry."
"Just have a seat..."
I nodded, about to sit down when someone walked into the room.
Purple streaks and tanned skin snapped me into a hazed illusion of love.
"Professor Port," Oliver stopped center the room. "I am sorry to interrupt, but Professor Ozpin requires a talk with Ms Kezzweld."