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Jaune slammed his shield up in time to block the knives. The tail, he had to dodge entirely, breaking off and leaving himself open. It missed by a few inches and Tyrian drove a foot into his stomach, bending him double. Eyes clenched shut against the pain, Jaune threw himself into a tackle, pushing as much aura to his back as he could in case the stinger came around. Tyrian was so wiry that he probably weighed more, especially with his breastplate. He hauled the faunus up and carried him a few paces.

Heels landed on his back, he felt them through his coat. There was a brief moment to ponder why Neo was standing on him before Tyrian's laughter turned into pained grunts. She kicked off Jaune and planted both feet in Tyrian's face to knock him away. Before he could follow, Neo caught his collar and yanked him back, separating them again and shooting him a furious glare.