Ice B1C9

"Weiss!" I cried, staggering up and dashing towards my redheaded friend. Weak as I was, I wasn't willing to sit back and let another Ruby happen.

"On it," the Mage shouted, hoarfrost forming around her hands as she chanted. Silver flashed by my face, evidence of Blake's support – though the throwing knives did little more than bounce off the beat's thick hide. At least hitting the damn thing wouldn't be a problem for me. It wasn't like I could have missed.

Crocea Mors scored a paltry wound in its flank, what looked red and angry to me, but was probably little more than a paper cut to so great a beast. It didn't even look away from Pyrrha – I hadn't even registered in its mind. I swung again, and again – two overhead blows that carved off chunks of flesh. A moment later I was sent flying, though not by an attack. I was launched aside simply by the action of the Ursa raising its hind leg and lunging at Pyrrha.

"Dodge to the left," someone shouted, Weiss maybe, which had Pyrrha doing as instructed. The Ursa made to change its course, but a sudden sheen of ice appearing across the floor before it prevented that. For a moment we watched, a cheer sounding as the monster slid towards the end of the platform. It would fall off… the easiest ending to the fight we could have imagined. The Grimm slammed a claw into the wall before it fell, however, propping itself up and halting its momentum in one motion.