Endurance B4C13

He's a Hero, I realised, shocked to my core as he caught Blake's wrist in one hand and swung her into Qrow like a missile.

[...]

I looked back to the fight in time to see Blake's eyes glowing as she turned into shadowy mist and twisted from side to side, cutting a zig-zag pattern to throw Tyrian off as she approached. She feinted left, then vanished and came from the right, curving a knife around for his throat.

He caught it almost lethargically on the guard of his short-sword, pushing her up and over, and then using his tail to slam her back down into the ground on the other side of him.

[...]

It was all I could do to grip the dagger Blake had thrown earlier and send it skittering across the floor in her direction. The Assassin heard it and stooped to collect it, but she swayed and almost fell over, disoriented and hurt from the beating she'd received.

[...]

I only just caught myself with one foot, and the sudden break from her influence reminded me of what was happening behind. Blake cried out in pain, and Weiss cried out her name.

[...]

As Blake took my left arm and Ruby took my right, I struggled to my feet, the two being forced to support almost all my weight. Even though the wound was gone, my energy hadn't recovered. I still felt like I was on the verge of death. To my relief, Pyrrha stopped to pick up Crocea Mors, flashing me a smile to show she hadn't forgotten.

Honestly, it was kind of galling that she and Blake were still able to move, especially since they'd been stuck in melee with Tyrian the whole time.