Mercenary Scum: Fem OC X Male Reader Insert!

Chapter 4: Tension

(A/N: Wow this story has already reached #1 in the mercenary tag. Well good job guys.)

- (Y/N)'s POV -

I growled as I prepared to charge that little blonde bimbo. That bitch insulted me, she insulted my father and my pride! Let's see her try to insult me with this axe wedged in between her jaws.

She thundered forwards with a mighty blast from her gauntlets. I sidestepped as I dealt a heavy swing from my battle ax, sending her flying into a table.

(Y/N): "Got anything smart to say now?!"

Yang: "That was impressive..."

She says, effortfully getting up. Her yellow aura flickered while I dragged my axe across the floor whilst approaching her.

(Y/N): "That was smart, anymore answers?"

She tried more to get up. Until I already approached her.

(Y/N): "BWEEHP! Times up you lose!"

Flannery: "Hold up boss!"

Suddenly a firm hand grabbed his axe, he looked behind him to see Carmen holding his weapon back. She looked at him with a stern stare.

Carmen: "Stop."

She said, no she practically ordered me.

(Y/N): "Let go of my axe Huntress."

I growled back.

Carmen: "I have a name Mercenary. We all know you're here under Atlesian jurisdictions, but if you wound or kill a Huntress that is also out of your boundary of protection. I should know, my father was also a Merc. What would your father say if you lost him a contract with Atlas?"

I sighed as I calmed down. Letting my anger rest as my battle axe transformed back into 2 pistols.

(Y/N): "Fine."

I holstered my twin pistols as I looked at my Merc team, then my surroundings. All the dancers who were previously looking like they were having the best night of their lives all had their eyes on us, luckily no one had the idea of filming the fight on their scrolls. I straightened myself up. Motioning for them to follow me as I headed out of the door.

Carmen: "Yang, don't mess with Mercs ever again? They're people who will do anything to make money."

Yang: "Thanks for bailing me out of there Car, that axe had a hell of a kick."

She said, holding her stomach. A slight bruising feeling had converged where her attacker's battle axe made contact. Her aura flickered once more from the heavy damage sustained.

Carmen: "Come on let's get out of here."

- Timeskip -

Ironwood: "I'm sorry for the treatment you bunch are getting here. This was definitely not part of the deal between you and my father."

(Y/N): "You think? That Huntress wanted to start a fight! You're not going to punish her?"

Ironwood: "Don't use that tone with me (L/N)."

The Mercenary huffed, slouching down in the chair. Ironwood's tone softened.

Ironwood: "We were able to suppress the information from getting out. So that should've saved you some trouble with your father."

(Y/N): "Or saved you the controversy of hiring us. I'm not stupid General I know how the world works."

Ironwood: "Just get out there and do what you're paid to do. Oh and one more thing..."

(Y/N): "What's kickin'?"

Ironwood: "I'm meeting with Professor Ozpin tomorrow to discuss matters. My soldiers are spread thin trying to deal with an incursion. I hope you and your men have time to spare from your patrols in order to guard our meeting."

(Y/N): "After what the huntresses pulled back there? That dog just don't hunt."

Ironwood: "We will try and keep them away from you as best as we can.

(Y/N): "Only! If your men keep those freak follower sheep away from us."

Ironwood sighed. Before nodding.

Ironwood: "Agreed, my best Lieutenant is on it."

(Y/N): "Let's hope Ms. Schnee lives up to her disowned name."

He joked. Ironwood just sat back at his desk and gave (Y/N) the permission to leave. The young Mercenary exited the room and later, left the airship in a shuttle. dropping off at a station where his fellow Mercenaries were waiting for him. They resided in hotels for the night as they awaited their socially difficult new task tomorrow.

- Timeskip - Later the Very Next Day -

Ozpin: "Glynda, I'm sure Ironwood has his reasons for utilizing his hired forces for safety and security."

Glynda: "I'm aware of the shortages. But Mercenaries... They're not revered well in the school. the other day Port told me about a lesson he taught in which he discusses the rise of Private Huntsman Companies. The students had hateful expressions the whole way through."

Ozpin: "Beacon is a school of tolerance. I'm positive the students will be able to control themselves. Especially with 'Atlas personnel'.

He explains, taking a sip of his coffee mug. Ozpin held a hopeful look as in the distance. Atlesian Airships approached, alongside Rogue Wave-owned Choppers providing escort.

Ozpin: "(L/N), it's been a while..."

He mumbled.

Outside. various huntsmen teams gathered at the landing as General Ironwood stepped out, flanked by Atlesian Knights and regular soldiers. However, the Choppers beside the titanic aircraft also landed. Deploying a total of 5 Mercenary teams in total. The Huntsmen and Mercenaries eyed each other anxiously, until (Y/N) stepped out with his team. Sunglasses on and headphones blaring 'Fortunate Son'.

(Y/N): "Morning, Huntsmen."