Arc Royale [Ch. 30]

Lancers. Hundreds of thousands of miniature lancers, rising over Vale like a swam of locusts, with their tiny, venom-tipped stingers angled downward.

[...]

Knight's head snapped up.

The swarm descended on him like a wave of sand – pouring over his body and his armour until he was painted black. They worked their way into every crevice, between every joint and under every opening. He felt their stingers against his skin, felt them trying futilely to poison him.

[...]

He could slay any Grimm, prove impervious to more, even to the ones that stung the inside of his throat, but no matter his strength and endurance there was one factor that would prove the same in this world as in his own. The need to draw breath.

—Arc Royale [Ch. 30]