Relic of the Future: Chapter 4

"Get out of my way," he growled to the Grimm around him.

They howled and brayed back at him. It was always the same. It would have at least been convenient for Salem's mark to actually do something – maybe make him invisible to Grimm like Ren or let him order them away. Instead, he fell back on the usual solution, turning his shield into a scabbard and strapping it back to his hip, taking Crocea Mors in two hands.

The first Beowolf seemed surprised that its prey had attacked before it had. That hesitation cost it and it fell with its head cleaved in two. Following the motion, Jaune twisted past the beast and drew his sword free. He chambered and thrust it into the flank of another, beneath the armpit and directly into its heart.

The others attacked then, moved to action by the sudden violence. A claw swept by over his head and he hamstrung the beast in return. One tried to fall on and crush him but he slid aside and used it to cover his back as he parried the claw of a third aside, caught it on the edge of his sword, and then ran the length of it down its body to slice off the limb at the elbow. It roared but he'd already turned away, swinging wildly behind him at neck height. Neck height for a Grimm, anyway. As expected, one had found itself there and soon found itself a head shorter.

Beowolves really were predictable. It was what made them so easily handled, at least by an experienced huntsman. Ruby had been able to handle six or seven in the blink of an eye at the age of fifteen. He'd struggled with one at seventeen, but been capable of ten or more before he hit eighteen. For him, at least, his greatest strength had been just how fast he'd adapted.

Now, with the added experience of Qrow and Ozpin's intuition, not to mention the constant campaign against Salem, such Grimm were chaff to him. The threat came in their overwhelming numbers, and eight or so just wasn't enough. He slipped under the guard of the last and pushed its arm down, using it as a springboard to leap up and pierce into its chin, up into the brain. It fell with a gurgle, Jaune stepping out of the way and allowing its own weight to drag his sword free.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 4