The Daily Grind

Jaune barely had the time to draw in just one last desperate breath as the Grimm slammed into his body and began pushing him against every surface that the tunnel had to offer. His attempts to reassure himself that things were going exactly as planned didn't get him very far, as the Grimm's razor sharp incisors sawed into the aura around his forearms and his body was slammed against the roof, the walls and the floor of the tunnel. While it was obvious that they were moving down the tunnel at fantastic speeds, Jaune's aura was being chipped away at an equally rapid rate, and he didn't have a single method of improving the situation. He also wasn't going to be able to hold his breath for even a tenth of the time that he'd intended, now that his heart was racing in his chest like a dust engine. At this rate, he wasn't going to be able to stave off unconsciousness, he wasn't going to survive the length of time that he needed to reach his destination!

As a desperate desire to do something, anything, welled up within Jaune, he found himself channeling all of his remaining aura throughout every single cell that made up his body, seeking to protect a state of being rather than any specific organ or limb. It was as if Jaune was trying to hold onto a moment in time rather than a physical object or a thing. He wanted to preserve his body as it was in that specific moment, complete with the oxygen in his lungs, the skin covering his muscles and the blood flowing within his veins. For an endless period of time that was more than likely just a single minute, Jaune closed his eyes and held on for dear life both physically and spiritually. Then, with a thunderous roar, Jaune was lifted up and out of the water and sent flying through the air like a cannonball.

He was above water. He was alive... He was airborne.

Opening his eyes, Jaune looked down at a small pond where the Cthulhu Grimm was thrashing its tentacles in an attempt to follow him up into the air. Then, Jaune saw that he was currently falling towards a stretch of tarmac on what appeared to be a Bullhead pad of some kind.