Arc Royale [Ch. 8]

Alone on the docks, Knight brought his sword up ready for the next assault, a lone warrior against an inhuman creature, and somehow looking all too comfortable with the fact.

Watching Knight and Leviathan do battle was like watching a video game fight. It was impossible, it didn't make sense and yet they acted like it did. Leviathan struck down with a wright that should have destroyed anything in its path, only to be struck back by a single man. The force of the blow should have shattered the sword, let alone Knight's arms and ribcage. Even when it did hit, there shouldn't be enough strength in the human body to knock something that big away. You might as well try and uppercut a Goliath and expect it to fly back.

[...]

Yang's mouth worked open and shut. The man was older than them, but her rough match with the other older variant of Jaune had robbed her of whatever confidence she had. Exposed it as nothing more than bravado. Seeing Leviathan and Knight so casually tear physics apart hadn't done anything to fix that.

[...]

The monster roared its anger but had enough to focus on with Knight and Pyrrha.

[...]

"Knight is holding him off. Pyrrha is… okay. Jaune is pretty much being ignored."

[...]

Leviathan dove once again for Knight, only to be driven back by an upward swing that somehow contained enough power to knock the giant away.

—Arc Royale [Ch. 8]