Endurance/Speed/Ice B4C13/B4C15

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. At the same time, he gripped his own sword by the blade and used the cross-guard as a hook to drag down Pyrrha's shield. Once it was low he thrust the pommel into her face, stunning the Champion and knocking her back. In the same motion, and before Blake's dagger had managed to fall from her grasp and hit the floor, Tyrian caught and launched it at Weiss.

There was a pained cry from above and a thud as Weiss vanished on the other side of the balcony. She'd been hit by it, though I had no idea where or how.

[...]

"You seem awfully determined that he shouldn't die," Weiss suddenly said. The Mage bled from a small wound on her arm, but still had the strength to glare at Salem.

–B4C13

[...]

Pyrrha laughed. "It's the same for me. Even if I had to fight against Tyrian, I just can't fall asleep. Weiss is out like a light."

"Is she okay?"

"Her wound was relatively small. She was able to summon some ice in the way before Blake's dagger hit her, and the throw – while powerful – wasn't very accurate. It skimmed her arm enough to draw blood but didn't puncture deep."

–B4C15