Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 11]

I growled in frustration. Teleporting or flashing, even if it was to her weapon – that was a pretty annoying Passive for someone to have. It would let her cover the distance between us instantly, and meant we couldn't really draw her away from the Sorcerer, since she could flash back to him with the throw of a weapon. Judging from her accuracy with Blake, she wasn't going to miss, either. "Blake," I called, "Scrap the plan. Fight together!" Pyrrha turned to me, expression worried.

"Jaune?"

"We can't split up for this," I explained. "She's going to murder us one on one, and if Blake is off on her own again, she'll be the first to be killed." That was something I wouldn't allow, not when we'd gotten this far and survived all we had. Thankfully, Blake seemed to agree, for she snatched up my weapon and rushed over, a wary eye on our foe lest she launch her spear once more.

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 11]