(Hiatus?)Drawn to the Fire (Grimmchild Male Reader x RWBY)

Chapter 3 (REMADE)

Edit: Finally got the remake done for this chapter, took a while. I'm not gonna make you read a bunch before it, so go ahead and read :)

I'm back. :)
Back with a new chapter.
The one you all have been waiting for.
Which I am honestly disappointed in myself for not making a while ago, but I suddenly got a bunch of inspiration and motivation and couldn't stop myself. :)
Let's get started with the chapter and stop keeping you all waiting.

(2nd Person POV)

In the middle of a class, you finally woke up. Peeking out of Ruby's hood you got to see some blonde guy getting beat to death by a guy with red hair, and the red-haired guy was obviously enjoying it. You felt really bad for the kid with blonde hair, but Ruby wouldn't let you do anything about the one-sided beatdown you were watching. At this time, the blonde guy was leaning on his sword. The bully laughed at him and watched as he struggled to get back up.

The blonde kid tried to run up and hit the billy with his sword, but the bully dodged and countered by hitting the blonde kid's shield with his mace. The blonde guy's shield went flying out of his hands. He rushed towards the bully again and his sword locked in place with the mace's hilt. It was obvious the blonde one wasn't meant to be here, he couldn't fight someone with the intelligence of an Ursa(coughthebullycough). The bully pushed down on the blonde kid's sword, also pushing him.

"This is the part where you lose!" the bully said confidently.

The blonde guy retaliated, "Over my dead-!"

His statement was cut short by a knee slamming into his gut, making him fall over and hold where he was hit. The bully stood over him and raised his mace high above his head, ready to strike, but the lights came back on.

Ms. Goodwitch, whose name you learned from Ozpin, yelled at him, "Cardin, that's enough!" He looked disappointed and stepped away as she stepped up to the stage, tapping on her Scroll.

"Students, as you can see, Mr. Arc's Aura has now dropped into the red. In a tournament-styled duel, this would indicate that Jaune is no longer fit for battle, and the official may call the match." A girl with red hair and green eyes looked over to Jaune, who was laying on the floor in defeat. Ms. Goodwitch looked at him as he pulled out his Scroll, showing his and his teammates' Aura.

"Mr. Arc, it's been weeks now." She rebuked, "Please try to refer to your scroll during combat. Gauging your Aura will help you decide when it's appropriate to attack, or when it is better to move to a more... defensive strategy. We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowolf, now would we?" You had heard much about Beowolves from your father. They were big werewolf-like Grimm with bone plates and black fur. They were pretty strong, but nowhere near as strong as the Grimm Troupe.

Turning your attention back to what was going on, you could hear Cardin mutter speak under his breath. Ms. Goodwitch turned towards the audience of seated students. Yang punched the air with anticipation, Weiss was shaking her fists with an excited smile, and Ruby was squealing and shaking. It was hard to understand things because you were shaking around in the hood of your mother's cloak.

Ms. Goodwitch began her little speech, "remember, everyone, the Vytal Festival is one a few months away! It won't be long before students from the other kingdoms start arriving in Vale, so keep practicing! Those who choose to compete in the combat tournament will be representing all of Vale!" The bell rang with perfect timing, and students left the auditorium. Looking back at the seats, you saw the red-haired girl looking sadly at Jaune. He was still sitting on the stage, hanging his head in shame.

(Timeskip, still 2nd POV)

A little while later, you all were in the cafeteria. Some energetic girl with orange hair was telling a story. She had about as much energy as what a power plant produces, it looked like.