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Whatever she had to say that particular titbit I didn't get the chance to hear.
Using our position and my hold on her weapons as leverage I delivered a brutal knee strike to her stomach.
A shock wave exploded from the impact as for the first time in my little mission to Remnant I used every bit of strength I had in one strike.
Between my considerable natural strength as a devil, both my magic and my ki strengthening me further and a powerful kiai delivered from my knee into her at the exact moment of impact it was no surprise when her aura crashed into pieces around her.
The moment I lowered my leg for its position Cinder's body collapsed on the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Not taking any chances I kneeled at her side and struck the pressure point at the base of her neck with two of my fingers making sure to render her truly unconscious in case she was faking it. Not the first time she would do something like that.
Sure that I wasn't getting shanked by the woman anytime soon I took out the stamp and pressed it into her throat making it seem as if I was checking her pulse.
Three seconds afterwards I moved my hand away making sure the seal appeared on her skin.
I stood up and started walking to where I had left Roman to stamp him when my body stopped in its tracks.
A violet glow surrounded me as the voice of a woman reached my ears.
"Stop right there young man." The woman said curtly, her strict voice instinctive reminding me of my mother.
The soft clicking of her heels echoed in the empty street as she entered my line of sight.
Light blonde hair tied into a bun and her pretty green eyes hidden only by a pair of glasses.
With her long-sleeved, pleated blouse that has a wide keyhole opening showing off her bust and her black high-waisted pencil skirt that tightly hugged her waist and hips, Glynda Goodwitch looked like the textbook definition of a sexy librarian.
Her little purple cape may divert from that particular look but her weapon of choice only reinforced the strict sexy teacher look further. Her weapon has an extending ridding crop called The Disciplinarian.
The Huntress looked like she had walked right out of some high-end porn film instead of a real academy.
"In my defence, Miss Goodwitch," I said apologetically. "I'm legally required to intervene in an active robbery even if I'm only a freelance huntsman."
This was going to be a long night.
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The sound of the clock hanging from the concrete wall was the only thing disturbing his long wait.
Apart from the chair he was sitting in, and himself, the only other things inside the sparkly decorated room were the metal table in front of him and the chair on the opposite side.
The brightly lit room in the Vale police department was just as boring to Millicas as it had been for the last hour he had sat alone inside it.
'Well,' he thought, 'it's not like I don't understand why I'm here in the first place, but this is dull.'
One hour ago, Glynda had left him inside the room, letting him know that she would be debriefing him about the robbery and the confrontation that took place tonight after dealing with the paperwork for the incarceration of the suspects in the department's holding cells.
And most likely running a background check on me while she waits for Ozpin to descend from his gilded tower.'
He sighed loudly as he reclined on his chair while waiting for the wizard to make an appearance.
Luckily for the young devil, he didn't have to wait much longer. The opening of the door signalled the end of Millicas' monotonous waiting.
Dressed in a black suit and a green scarf around his neck, an older white-haired gentleman entered the room followed by his right-hand woman.
With two cups of coffee in his hands, the notorious headmaster of Beacon Academy finally made his appearance.
"Good evening, young man," Ozpin said kindly, "I hope the wait was not too hard, but other matters held us up."
"Good evening to you as well, Professor," Millicas replied as the older man sat in the other chair, taking the cup offered by the headmaster with a thankful nod before tasting the brew.
"Shall we begin?" Ozpin asked before nodding to Glynda after taking a sip of his own cup.
Looking at the tablet-sized scroll in her arms, the blond woman read out loud from it.
"Millicas Gremory, Freelance Hunter Guild registration number 987654320," she began reading the files she found about the red-haired boy.
Thanks to Paper Trail, Millicas didn't need to worry about any problems or inconsistencies as long as he didn't say anything that contradicted the information they could find.
"Born in Vale, orphaned at Age 5, joined the FHG at age 14," Glynda tried to hide her discomfort,
But the devil could tell that she wasn't okay with the fact that a14-year-old started out as a freelancer instead of going to one of the combat schools like Signal, even if it was legal for them to join so early.
"Currently 17 years old, he has 91 official Grimm hunts and 39 completed missions on his record.
Nine of those Grimm hunts have been B Rank targets. Though known to be able to work alongside other freelancers and the occasional huntsman, he is primarily a solo hunter."
"A most impressive record for someone your age," the Wizard said.
"Normally, 17-year-olds would be joining the first year of one of the four academies, not out in the field.
And even then, only second-year 4-man teams would be reasonably expected to engage B Rank Grimms."
"It's not really that impressive if you ask me," Millicas said, sounding embarrassed at the compliment.
"I'm good at fighting, and my semblance is perfect for offensive application against the Grimm, so joining the FHG to make a living was my best option."
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