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He couldn't possess her… Blake was nowhere near him; he was stuck in the blasted bear. But even if he were able to, what would it accomplish? Yang had lost to this girl in a trivial fashion… did he believe he could do better in her body then she could!?

The only thing he would achieve would be to put the girl in even further danger.

Though that appeared to be a moot point when the multi-coloured girl pulled on the handle of umbrella, revealing a long silver blade. The cruel tilt to her lips told him more than enough.

Yang was going to die.

"Shit, shit – what am I supposed to do?" Frantic button eyes turned left and right, looking for anything that might help him. Nothing but stacked boxes and containers, none of which he was strong enough to push over onto the girl. The only thing he actually had…

This is Blake level of strategy right here. But it was all he could do to try and actually save the partner of the only friend he had. And dare he suggest it, when she didn't even know he existed? But maybe… just maybe… he also considered Yang a friend too.

There was no time. Furry paws dragged him up a nearby stack of crates, propelling him higher and higher. From the corner of one eye he could see the cruel girl step closer, swing and reverse the grip on her blade so that she could stab down.

With a mighty roar, silent as it may have been, Jaune leapt.

"Ohh…" and gasped as a blade pierced through his chest. His arms came to grip at the blade cutting through him, even as he slid slowly down the blade. The world lurched, his vision swirling as he was lifted up – held before the face of a somewhat shocked looking pair of mismatched eyes. "Um…" it wasn't clear who was the most surprised, as the two stared at one another.