Arc Royale [Ch. 7]

The Grimm version of Jaune hopped back from Pyrrha's swing and brought his sword up into the path of Knight's. Metal struck metal, warped metal, and then four tentacles speared out of the monster's back and shot for the man in shining armour.

"Knight!" Ruby screamed.

He'd seen them already. Disengaging, he flung himself back and landed close to her, away from the Grimm version of their best friend, who gripped his right shoulder with his left hand. His sword, Crocea Mors as they expected, lay at his feet warped and useless. Knight did that, Ruby thought giddily. With one swing, he'd practically broken the other person's sword. The kind of strength required for that was incredible, and all of it wrapped up in a chivalric package.

"My sword." The Grimm bemoaned. He sounded genuinely upset. "That… That was a gift from dad. You…" He released his shoulder and rotated his arm. Whatever damage Knight had caused had apparently healed already.

—Arc Royale [Ch. 7]