Mercenary Scum: Fem OC X Male Reader Insert!

Chapter 6: Huntsman Against Mercenary

The bathroom door burst open by the hinges, (Y/N) impacted the opposing wall hard, but he shook it off unscathed. He underestimated this huntsman's strength, though no more. Now he understands how he fights, brute strength and mostly nothing else.

Cardin: "Tuckered out already?!"

He asked as he strutted out of the wrecked doorway. (Y/N) stood right back up and charged him head on. Cardin threw a left hook, which (Y/N) slid under with top effectiveness. He grabbed his foe's left leg and used it to propel himself onto Cardin's shoulder's, going for the knockout. The quick move allowed (Y/N) to attack his enemy from an unexpected angle, meaning Cardin's aura was not prepared to protect his head.

Cardin: "Oooh!!"

(Y/N) forcefully smacked both of his ears, dazing him as he clobbered his head hard with tough whacking with his fist. As a Mercenary he was well trained not just on almost every type of weapon currently known to Remnant. But also extensively on hand to hand combat, whereas most Huntsmen weren't well versed, other than the ones who had primarily hand to hand weapons.

(Y/N) toppled the taller boy by using his own weight against him, Cardin yelled in agony as he went down. He was still dazed from (Y/N)'s deafening strike to his ears, and he swallowed, trying to 'fix' his ringing eardrums. (Y/N) grinned and kicked his enemy while he was down.

(Y/N): "There! You like that you insignificant piece of self-righteous little shit!"

Cardin groaned as he held his ears, (Y/N) suddenly pulled out his pistol and shot the ground near his head. Laughing.

Cardin: "Nonono! Don't kill me!"

He yelled out, before breathlessly attempting to call down.

(Y/N): "Nice hustle tons'a fun next time watch what comes out of your asshole you call a mouth."

He was down, but his team was not out.

Cardin: "Waste him guys!"

(Y/N) heard the clambering of 3 pairs of legs charging at him from behind. Thus he activated his semblance, Adrenaline. His semblance increases both his strength and endurance tenfold for a period of 2 minutes. Though he only uses it in dire situations. Now the rest of Team CRDL was in big trouble.

Dove and Sky split up to attack the Mercenary from two sides. Yet he anticipated the move, leaping over the axe and sword they swung at him. Grabbing them in a headlock, he forced the two down to the ground with his weight. Meanwhile, he turned to face Russel. He grabbed both of the green-haired huntsman's wrists as he tried to swing his blades, using his boosted strength he downright crushes the Huntsman's joint. Leaving the lankier boy on the ground, holding his motionless hand.

Russel: "Can't feel a thing! I can't feel a damn thing!!"

He screamed. Meanwhile, Dove and Sky were back up. (Y/N) gave them both a death glare, though the two brushed it off, immediately. Sky charged ahead of Dove with his axe high above his head, again (Y/N) grabbed the handle snapping the weapon in two and delivering a kick to Sky's chest which sent him flying across the hallway. He felt his chest-plate, his fingers ran along a crack that split the bulk of his armor before he fainted from the avalanche of force.

Dove swung his sword again, (Y/N) could feel that his Adrenaline was draining, signifying that his two minutes were almost up. He went on the offensive, leaping over Dove's attack and knocking his weapon out of his grip. With the hand he used to disarm him (Y/N) used it to hold himself up while he performed a break-dance maneuver, which gave him momentum to kick his final foe's face as he fell to the ground. He then grabbed one of Russel's knives, attempting to stab Dove's chest which at the moment was still covered in armor. Dove held back his attacker's wrist but (Y/N) still had the upper hand in strength, albeit it was decreasing quickly. Thus instead of engaging in a war of pushing, he utilized his free hand to relentlessly hammer the handle of the knife in order to drive it deeper into Dove's armor. He gritted his teeth as he pounded the knife handle more and more. Dove's armor was breaking quickly already, but (Y/N)'s semblance had already drained his hits now amounted to tiny little bits of Dove's armor shipping off instead of driving it to the breaking point.

(Y/N): "And stay down, you excuse of a student."

He kicked his tired and frightened enemy's lying form. Russel's knife was still lodged into Dove's armor, he too fainted from the brutal fighting. (Y/N) was tired as well, his semblance drains his endurance after it's rush and needs a boatload of time to replenish. Now he panted, walking away from the defeated group of student huntsmen.

Cardin: "What about you? Why'd you leave Beacon? I heard what Ozpin said... Seems like you're attributing yourself to me. I'll never become a money-hungry bastard like you."

(Y/N): "Prove it, let's see how your huntsman good guy instincts work."

Cardin picked himself up, grabbing Dove's sword. He began to charge (Y/N), though the Mercenary was now too tired to retaliate. He closed his eyes, but reopened them when he heard the sound of a chain wrapping itself around Cardin. He exclaimed in disappointment as he was pulled to the ground. (Y/N) saw another team of 4 huntsmen standing there, one of them fired their weapon which incapacitated Cardin presumably their leader.

???: "You fought hard today Merc. And a 4 on 1? I respect that."

(Y/N) caught his breath for a moment before responding, the team consisted of two boys and two girls. One of them the pretty brown haired girl he's always running into.

(Y/N): "Look who's putting on the nice guy act."

Carmen: "Hey, (L/N) he just saved you there. That semblance of yours really got you didn't it?"

She asked, (Y/N) shrugged, trying not to acknowledge her.

(Y/N): "I could've taken him."

He arrogantly boasted.

Joachim: "People always say the darndest things after they barely survived eating a 5 footer knuckle sandwich."

The leader chuckled, before he outstretched his hand for a formal handshake.

Joachim: "Joachim Krieger. Humble leader of Team KIDS. I can see from that little name-tag of yours that you're the chief Merc's son?"

(Y/N): "I should really take this thing off."

Joachim: "It's alright, Ozpin sent us here to stop the mishap you and Team Bird Boys stirred up."

(Y/N): "Oh really?"

Joachim: "Actually he also asked for you to come with us, 'cause he's assembled your team up in his tower and he's got a job for you. Nice big one with a large bag of lien waiting for us."

(Y/N): "Curious. Intriguing. I think we're developing some sort of a storybook plot here."

Irene: "Just cut the chitchat Merc and follow us, Oz doesn't like to be kept waiting."

(Y/N): "Oh yeah? What about Strawmen Squad over there?"

He motioned, the huntsmen were now only beginning to try and pick themselves up in the beating sustained by one boy.

Joachim: "Janitors'll take care of that mess. Heh heh. Come on."