A/N: I actually forgot today was Monday. Whoops. Ha, well, I hope y'all enjoy XD

The initial blast would've crushed Jaune, as the force of the shout had been aimed directly at him. Luckily, Jaune kneeled underneath his shield, which took on the Dragon's fury head on, dispelling it wildly into pure energy, causing a shimmering in the air similar to a heat wave around the shield.

The forces around Jaune weren't as fortunate, the speed of the wind so massive that it would have crushed anyone just a few steps away from Jaune into a paste onto the ground. It was very fortunate that the closest person had been Ruby, who had sped away the moment the Dragon opened his mouth. Everyone else had instead been picked up by an invisible hand and flung away from Jaune, tumbling around in complete disarray. Chaos reigned for a good minute as the Hunters tried to find a way to reorganize themselves again.

It didn't help that this was also the time that the other Grimm decided to attack, charging at isolated Hunters and trying to kill them off. Jaune made a snap decision, drawing a breath and letting loose a shout, accelerating himself forward. Bracing himself, he was able to stop without falling over, sword and shield at ready to face the enormous dragon.

The wind was even stronger here, Jaune having to keep his eyes narrowed into slits to see anything.

You have anything to help me with here?

Vedrahgol didn't speak at first, stunned to see something he thought he would never see again after being banished from Nirn.

A real dragon.

Sure, it still resembled one of the Grimm, scales darker than anything the dragon-soul had ever seen on his world, barring Alduin. But the size of the dragon, and the strength of the voice, as well as its gaze…

This was one of the Dov.

Or at least the closest thing to the Dov that Vedrahgol had seen in a while.

Vedrahgol! The dragon snapped from his reverie, attention focused on the blurry form of the dragon. Though without a body, Vedrahgol could feel blood pumping through him, the giddy feeling of being in battle with a Dovah almost overwhelming him. Past the mental barriers, Jaune was sensing it as well, feeling his limbs almost shake in excitement.

Jaune started to breathe a little deeper, trying to calm the sudden jitters that had engulfed him. Which was sort of hard, seeing as how every part of his body wanted to fight right now.

Waiting too long for any sort of action, the dragon in front of Jaune judged that he would have had to make the first move, roaring loudly, shaking the mountains.

Raising his shield, Jaune blocked another shout, knees almost buckling. Jaune retaliated, letting loose a shout of his own, flames flying through the air, only to be extinguished by the endless wind storm being conjured up by the opposing dragon's wings.

"Why would I think that'd work?" Jaune muttered, before ducking beneath his shield again, pushed back just slightly by the blast of power.

Vedrahgol! Please tell me you've found some sort of weakness!

Vedrahgol tossed his head, letting loose a haughty rumble. True Dovah have no weaknesses.

Vedrahgol! Jaune growled out in his head.

… But I suppose this one isn't a true enough Dovah for it to matter. The dragon said reluctantly, turning his attention to the Dovah in front of Jaune.

Who suddenly wasn't in front of them anymore.

"Where..?" Jaune turned to see where the Grimm had gone, before tilting his head upwards. Oh. The dragon was on top of him.

"Crap…" Jaune said, hoisting his shield up and hoping that the force of the shout wouldn't smash him flat under the thing. The force hit hard, the air pressure so different that Jaune had a hard time breathing, feeling like his lungs were being crushed. The feeling lasted almost a whole minute before Jaune could even loosen his muscles, able to move and breathe freely.

It only took him another second to notice that the dragon had landed beside him, the whirlwind subsiding temporarily. It took him only another second to raise his shield between the two of them, which was just enough time for the dragon to use one of his wings to backhand—er, backwing the knight.

Jaune flipped like a ragdoll, tumbling through the air and crashing into the ground, drawing out a pained groan. The only thing that prevented him from having a shattered, well, everything was his aura, which was already hovering at the halfway mark.

Picking himself up as quickly as possible, trying to ignore the pain that was lancing through his body, Jaune took this opportunity to deliver another Shout, this one aimed not at the dragon.

Again Jaune zoomed forward, getting into wing-swinging range again before the dragon could react. Taking advantage of the momentary surprise, Jaune continued with the forward momentum, sprinting even closer.

A dragon's range was enormous. Anywhere in between the span of his wings and almost a hundred meters past the body was fair game for a Dragon. But with that range came a small disadvantage, something Jaune noticed when fighting with the other two dragons.

The closer you were to the dragon, the easier it is kill it.

That wasn't to say that it was easy to kill the things, especially if they were intelligent enough to know their own weaknesses.

The one that faced Jaune definitely knew his weaknesses, spinning to orient his snake-like upper body towards the boy, jaws snapping. Jaune thought quickly, jumping upwards and using his shout once more, flying straight towards the hide of the dragon. Using Crocea Mors, Jaune swung inwards, creating a cut into the hide that the sword bit into, allowing Jaune to stay on the dragon, who roared in pain.

Bucking quickly, the dragon tried to throw the boy off of him, letting loose a roar that shook the ground that they were on. Jaune sunk Crocea Mors deeper into the wound, determined not to be thrown off, knowing the moment that happened, he would be as flat as Nora approved pancakes.

With a groan of frustration, the dragon stood upright, flaring his wings dramatically. Jaune only had time to curse loudly and tighten his grip on the sword before the dragon took off, rising almost vertically into the sky. Holding on to dear life, Jaune whimpered and closed his eyes, for once hoping that he wouldn't leave a flying object too soon.

Things certainly didn't seem to look up when the dragon also started to corkscrew through the air, adding another vector of force that Jaune had to go against.

I need more help.

Burn the wings!

And so, Jaune opened his mouth, ready to let loose another shout, but letting loose a trail of vomit that actually looked a little impressive.

…That is disgusting. The flying dragon seemed to agree as well, roaring in an offended tone.

I can't take this anymore.

Jaune's grip finally failed him, hands letting go, the boy falling back towards Remnant.

Vedrahgol sure wasn't ready to die, and desperately told Jaune to shout, pushing so much of his consciousness and knowledge of the new shout into the boy that pain flared through the knight's mind, almost causing him to blackout. But it was enough.

"Feim Zii Gron!"

A certain warmth embraced Jaune, and he felt as if he was floating, before suddenly being jerked to a stop. Opening his eyes, he looked at his body, which almost shimmered like he was invisible, if only for the blue that outlined his figure. The dragon residing inside of Jaune gave a sigh of relief.

Standing up, Jaune looked upwards to find the dragon furious, another shout already rumbling in the back of its throat.

Jaune thanked the gods that the shield had been strapped onto his arm, or he might have let go of it too, and… that would've been bad. But because Jaune didn't, he was blessed with the good fortune of not dying as the shout hit the shield, once more dispersing, this time into a field of snow that expanded on his shield and threw itself across the whole field.

Lowering his magic shield, Jaune's eyes widened as he witnessed ice covering the ground in large spikes from where the dragon was hovering all the way until it had been blocked.

So it was an Fodovah after all. Vedrahgol muttered.

A what?

Ice dragon. He is an ice dragon.

Oh wonderful. I haven't been killed by one of those yet.

Vedrahgol chuckled. Neither have I.

With that information in mind, Jaune opened his mouth and let loose another blast of fire, which the ice dragon negated by roaring, the action so powerful that it tore the flames into embers.

"Why can't you just let it hit you?" Jaune asked exasperatedly. The dragon opted not to answer, focusing on its next attack. Which was a straightforward blast of ice that Jaune once again blocked.

Are we at a stalemate or something? Vedrahgol shook his head.

Not exactly. If he is anything like a true dovah, then he will adapt, which is something you need to look out for.

What do I need to look—

A crushing force hit against Jaune's shield, and once again he was sent flying.

The bastard charged at him! He used the brief bloom of a snowstorm to mask his charge and…

Jaune winced, getting into a sitting position. This wasn't turning out well for him.

"Wow. You suck."

Jaune turned gingerly to face Yang, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms. He nodded.

"Yeah. I do." Yang frowned at the admission.

"You're bleeding. From the nose." Jaune raised a hand, touching his upper lip, discovering the sticky blood Yang was talking about.

"Yeah."

"… You gonna be alright?" Jaune grimaced and shrugged at the question.

"I'll manage."

Yang nodded, looking over at the dragon, who seemed to be eyeing the new arrival with caution, not sure what to make of her.

"We need to talk. After." Jaune didn't say anything, just nodding, even though Yang wasn't looking at him. She didn't really need to, knowing that he would agree. Cracking her knuckles, she nodded, stepping forwards.

"Let's clean house."