Relic of the Future: Chapter 4

The Nucklelavee wasn't much better and that was evident in the way it laboured for breath and didn't attack him, despite its advantage. The rider was slumped over its neck with an arm on either side of it dragging in the water, and the blade lodged into its side had been driven even deeper by its impromptu fall into the aqueduct. They were both of them the worse for wear, so he'd done a damn sight better than he had against it the first time.

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With that in mind he sloshed forwards through the water, slowly making his way toward the Grimm. It didn't shy away but neither did it charge at him. Instead, it steadied its hooves and watched him warily.

Their clashing wasn't the stuff of legends, not even close. Jaune lunged in and nearly tripped in the water, which luckily meant that its hooves reared up and struck air. When he went for his sword it shied away, presenting its other flank to him. He rammed into it regardless, hooking his arms around one of its hooves and pushing with his shoulders and body. More noxious gas was blown into his face but he held his breath and struggled on until, with a startled cry, the Nucklelavee fell backwards. It impaled itself on Crocea Mors once more.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 4