Cardin escalates!

"Phew!" Jaune panted as he returned to his locker after training with Pyrrha. She had put him through his paces, helping him work on his footwork this time. He hit the buttons on the keypad, entering his code to gain access to the locker's systems, and opening it.

Just as he was about to start taking off his armor and putting it in, Cardin suddenly jumped out from behind another row of lockers, grabbed Jaune, and shoved him into his locker. "Hey!" Jaune yelped as Cardin slammed the door behind him. "Okay, very funny, you're going right back to tired old cliches? I thought you were getting more creative than that!" Jaune shouted at Cardin.

Cardin smirked. "You think you're clever, do you? Funny? Well, you're about to pay the price for embarrassing me!" he declared as he started putting in numbers, having seen Jaune's code while lying in wait.

Jaune paled as he realized what Cardin was about to do, kicking at the locker door, with some give, but he knew he wouldn't get out in time. The lockers had rockets attached, meant for Huntsmen and Huntresses in training to be able to call or send their equipment anywhere with their scrolls, or even manually. With him in the locker, Cardin could send him all the way to Atlas airspace to be shot down for all he knew!

Jaune **** his mind to think as he kicked the locker door again, before an idea hit him just as Cardin was about to hit the last button after inputting coordinates. "Hey, Ms. Goodwitch!" he shouted out cheerfully as he gazed through the locker's air vents.

Cardin froze and whipped around, but saw no one there. With everything he had, Jaune kicked the locker door, and it was flung open, striking Cardin in the back, and sending him to the floor. Jaune immediately jumped out and onto Cardin's back, pinning him down, and grabbing his wrists. "You sneaky son of a bitch!" Cardin shouted as he struggled against Jaune's grip, and hissed as Jaune **** his knee into Cardin's back.

"You listen here, you smug little shit," Jaune growled, pissed off at what Cardin had just tried to do. "You better start learning to keep your distance from me, or we're going to start having problems, am I clear?"

"Fuck you!" Cardin shouted, before they heard a sharp voice from the locker room entrance.

Jaune and Cardin looked up to see Glynda Goodwitch standing in the entrance of the locker room, staring daggers at Jaune, who went pale as Cardin smirked, no doubt already seeing an opportunity to spin the narrative.

"...shit," Jaune cursed.