“On your left!” Edward said.

Fox dodged to the right, felt a wave of heat pass on his left side. He struck upward with his left blade and Bertilak bellowed.

“You got him again,” Edward said. “Duck!”

Fox ducked. Then he turned it into a forward roll, a handspring, and his feet connected with Bertilak’s face. Fox followed through as Bertilak fell backward.

He heard Bertilak hit the sand. The temperature dipped slightly, for just a moment, but even those two degrees of relief felt amazing.

“Come on, boy. I’ve seen you fight Grimm. This is no different,” Edward said.

Edward was right. If Bertilak had been a Grimm, Fox would have been done with him by now—sandstorm and heat notwithstanding. But there was one huge difference: He wasn’t trying to kill Bertilak. In fact, he was specifically trying not to kill Bertilak. He had to finish this differently. Had to draw him closer and lull him into a false sense of security.

- RWBY: After the Fall, Chapter 13