Pyrrha Nikos was already running towards the launch pads to follow the Rusted Knight in saving her partner when Headmaster Ozpin suddenly stood in her way.
"STOP!"
"What are you doing?! We need to save Jaune!"
She was sure that she would later feel apologetic for taking that tone with the Headmaster but that was for later. Now? Now she had to go save Jaune.
Headmaster Ozpin however only shook his head at her.
"Ms. Nikos, you are tired. All of you are. It would do no good if Professor Arc had to look after you after saving his younger self.
Pyrrha gritted her teeth at that. It was true, part of her even blamed Jaune for it.
Because of him deflecting Miló off course instead of letting it pin him to a tree like last time, she had to spend some time looking for it with Polarity before running back towards the cliffs.
Throughout that time, she had to fend off the Grimm with only Akuóu in her hands and it was the main reason why she wasn't the first one to reach the cliffs.
Before she could reply or defend herself that it didn't matter, a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind.
"Pyrrha, he's right. We are in no shape to help." Ren added from behind her, making Pyrrha snap towards him with a hurt look.
He flinched but remained steadfast as he looked towards Team RWBY.
Pyrrha followed his gaze to see Team RWBY in tatters.
Ruby was on her knees with Yang and Blake beside her while Weiss cried with glassy eyes towards the distance.
They certainly were not in any shape to do anything. Pyrrha bit her lip in frustration at that.
Her heart becomes full however when Nora shouts loudly in support.
"Come on, Renny! We can do it! We need to help Jaune-Jaune!"
"We will do that by waiting here and not making him worry. Professor Arc is on his way to help him, after all." Ren however only shakes his head even as Nora groaned at him.
"But he left his sword and armor!" Nora pointed towards a tree, proving her right and the Rusted Knight did leave his sword and armor here.
Pyrrha looked towards Headmaster Ozpin at that, pleading to allow them to help but once again he only shakes his head at her.
"Do not worry, I have already called for a bullhead to fly towards Mr. Arc's location. As for Professor Arc, trust in him. He is your leader's older self after all. He has more than just his sword and armor in his arsenal." Headmaster Ozpin chuckled, a manic glint coming over his eyes as he looks at his Scroll before speaking again. "He has magic."
Pyrrha looked doubtfully as a crazed grin appeared on his face before the Curious Cat butted in by jumping onto the Headmaster's shoulder.
"Enough talk. Don't you have those things you use to watch other people?"
"Ahem, cameras, yes. I am ashamed to admit I was too focused on our mutual friend's story to notice." Headmaster Ozpin answered embarrassedly before fiddling his Scroll and laying it down on the ground in front of them.
"Meh, I've heard it a lot over the years but enough about that. To the entertainment!" The Curious Cat shrugged before shouting happily to Pyrrha's irritation.
Before Pyrrha could reprimand however, a small holographic projection appeared on top of the Scroll and every single one of them gathered around it to watch what was happenning.
Mainly, Jaune climbing a tree as Beowulf tried to eat him.
"Jaune!" She screamed before she could even stop herself, making everyone around her cringe as Team RWBY were still picking themselves up
"Ahem, Ms. Nikos. Keep your voice down. While accidents do happen, I implore you to trust in your partner. He becomes the Rusted Knight after all. And said Rusted Knight is already on the way." Headmaster Ozpin needled before chuckling to lighten the mood.
Pyrrha however only nodded worriedly before sighing resignedly. "In Jaune, we trust."
Jaune Arc was not proud of what he just did. He basically ran away to grieve after delivering such devastating news to Team RWBY. Perhaps it wasn't actually news to them and more of a story but as he was speaking about the events that happened on Atlas and Penny's death, he couldn't help but see his own friends in their place.
He just had to get out of there and he took the first reason available to do it so fast that he even left Crocea Mors with his armor! Yet despite that, he did not regret his actions. He wasn't proud of it, but he didn't regret it either.
Relaying Penny's death was especially hard.
He couldn't help but feel as if his own version of Ruby was judging him for it and it took Pyrrha whispering in his mind to stop him from breaking down himself.
"It's okay, Jaune. Penny forgives you. She asked you for it to stop Cinder from gaining the Winter Maiden's powers and it was the right thing to do."
It was poor consolation to a shameful action that he couldn't help but smile sadly at Pyrrha's words.
"Did you see Ruby's face?" He whispers as wind lashed at his hair and carried the tears away from his eyes.
He squinted at the air blasting through his face but all he could see was Ruby's broken and teary expression before falling to her knees after he said what he did was akin to him killing Yang. His chest tightened as he imagined his own Ruby doing that and worse but Pyrrha snaps him out of again by sending what is an equivalent to a flick at his mind.
"I saw, Jaune, but I need you to focus. Your younger self needs you right now. We can worry about Ruby later."
He cringed and shook his head at that. Pyrrha was right and so he took a deep breath and scanned his surroundings before Pyrrha pulled his attention somewhere else.
"There."
He was still flying through the air when his eyes focused on a patch of trees with Nevermores circling around it. It was a bit to the left of the direction he was flying towards and if he didn't do anything soon then he was going to shoot past it.
He was unarmed and unarmored but he wasn't going to let that stop him from coming his self's rescue so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes and remembered Ozpin's words.
Magic.
It responds mainly to intent and imagination.
He intended to get where his younger self was so he had at least one of them down.
How though? Well, here comes imagination.
He imagined flying himself there.
One might ask how but it was nothing so simple as suddenly changing trajectories, instead, he imagines something better.
He imagines wings.
Nevermores had wings that allows them to fly, crows and ravens had them as well. So why couldn't Jaune have them now that he had magic in his hands? The answer was there was there was no reason he couldn't have them.
In fact, Jaune could imagine a lot of reasons why he should have them.
Imagine the Rusted Knight swooping down from the skies to save the day with wings on his back, it sounded awesome.
He grinned as his Aura answered, his Semblance worked overtime, and he even felt Magic Armor cover him.
A smile crept up his face as he finally opened his eyes.
He was glowing. He could see it on his arms and the Magic Armor in front of him even protected him from the air buffeting against him.
He looked excitedly towards his back just to see his wings and there they were, protruding from his Magic Armor.
They were the size of a baby Nevermore's.
Jaune's expression turns flat as he sees his small wings flap frantically. As he shoots past his younger self's location however, he had one thought in his mind.
Magic was hard.
"What was that?!" He screamed fearfully as young Jaune Arc felt the tree shake as a glowing object flew past above him.
He didn't have anymore time to think about it however because there was another roar below him. This time Jaune knew what exactly made that sound.
It was an Ursa. At least one of them anyway.
That's right, Young Jaune Arc was currently halfway on top of a tree with Grimm pacing impatiently below him.
How? Just how did he get himself into this situation? He knew the answer to that question of course.
He remembers meeting a pack of Beowulfs initially and even then he would mark himself to be doing ably.
15 minutes earlier.
Three Beowulfs charged out of the foliage to meet him and Jaune charged back. He sidestepped the blow of one and parried the other with his shield before swinging Crocea Mors right into the path of the last one leaping towards him. A breath later, he charged past the black smoke the dead Beowulf made and circled back towards the remaining two before they could attack him at the same time.
He stabbed the one he dazed earlier with his shield through the neck before using the same shield to block the swipes of the last remaining one. It was easier to dispatch the last remaining one as he simply raised his shield while its claws were grasping into it before stabbing it in the gut with Crocea Mors.
He breathed deeply however as the aftermath of the fight got to him. Sweat dripped down his brows as his eyes blew wide open. His arms shook a little and he felt a little bit breathless but he was alive.
And he had his first Grimm kills.
They killed a Giant Deathstalker during Initiation but that was with a team and Jaune had no illusions that he wasn't carried at that time.
He absolutely was.
This time however, he did it all by himself. A pack of Beowulfs, dead by his hand.
It was amazing.
He could actually do this. He smiles at the thought before it dies on his lips as he turns towards the direction of Beacon's cliffs.
He had to do this.
He stepped forward as he remembers why he was just resolute about this.
Pyrrha, dead.
Weiss, bleeding out.
And a beautiful girl, murdered by his hands.
He had questions and he was going to get answers.
And as he heard a Grimm roar somewhere, Jaune resolved himself to do this.
He raced forward as he kept his reasons on his mind.
They gave him strength, they gave him power, and they gave him the will to continue.
He met another pack of Beowulfs and dispatched them much the same way like the previous one. By never letting them corner him and attack him at the same time.
He slid under one of them and pointed Crocea Mors upward as it leapt towards him.
Bad move.
He may have gutted it and killed it but before he could even breathe, three more were already rushing towards him while he was still on his back.
Jaune rolled away from one but gritted his teeth as he felt another of the Beowulfs grab his shield tight with its paws. This allowed the last one to slip past Jaune's guard and bite him on his leg.
He screamed.
Aura blunted the pain while hate and anger allowed him to stab the offending Beowulf on its head. The one holding his shield tried to pull it away from him but Jaune held tight and pulled it closer towards him. He growled at its ugly face before quickly leaning back as it tried to bite his face off. He quickly pushed his shield upward before letting it fall and the Beowulf with it. With it off balance, Jaune only needed to point his sword its way and allow it to fall into it. His sword sank into its chest and Jaune pushed it to roll aside with his sword still embedded into it.
This gave the last one an opening however and Jaune could only take its attacks with his shield before pulling his sword away from the dying Beowulf.
He took a deep breath before deciding to take a page out of his older self's book.
Soldier through it.
His eyes hardened as he rolled away from the surviving Beowulf before trying to put his feet under him. He was still on one knee when it leapt towards him again.
Jaune could only keep his shield in front of him before wincing at the contact. The Beowulf crashed against his shield with a roar of anger as it desperately tried to eviscerate Jaune with its claws.
He gritted his teeth as he soldiered through the pain before pulling back and bashing it with his shield. Jaune roared and took his chance and cut its head off while it was dazed.
That...was closer than he wanted.
He breathed hard and stood up as he finally managed to put his feet under him.
He was just about to relax when his head snapped forward as he heard another roar.
It was an Ursa.
His body automatically raised his sword and shield right as the Ursa burst through the trees.
His eyes only widened in fear however as it suddenly charged towards his direction.
His older self might have been able to hold against it or even buldoze it with his amplifying Semblance but Jaune was not his older self, not yet.
He couldn't do everything his body wanted to do.
This time, he could only leap sideways away from the Ursa's path. Even then however, the Ursa grazed his shield and still almost sent him sprawling towards the ground.
He stumbled on his feet but eventually managed to regain his balance and look at the Ursa with hard eyes.
He had to stop it from gaining momentum and to do that, Jaune needed to get close.
He ran forward with his shield up and it was like time slowed when the Ursa turned towards him. It roared and reared up on its hind legs but Jaune was not worried. His body knew what to do and he trusted his older self's instincts for the most part so he let himself move.
He raised his shield up and bent his knee as the Ursa's claw swung towards him. Sparks flew as the claw scraped his shield downwards and Jaune jumped up past the Ursa's arm to decapitate it with one swing of his sword. Crocea Mors bit into its skin just below its bone armor before effortlessly slicing through the other side.
One strike.
That was all it took for the Ursa to fall.
Sure, it was because of his older self's instincts and muscle memory continuously being engraved into him but Jaune was the one doing it. His muscles might have ached and he may not have the stamina nor the Semblance to do it for long but Jaune was still doing it.
Still, he needed to remember that just because his body knew his older self's moves doesn't mean that Jaune could perform them perfectly. His rolls were slower, his shieldwork needed more work, and worst of all was that he had no Semblance.
His older self could tank anything and keep going for as long as he wanted because Aura Amplification amplified everything already enhanced by Aura. His strength, his speed, his defense, his offense, and his endurance. Everything was amplified.
Jaune, as young as he was, did not have that advantage as of yet. He had to satisfy himself with working with what he had despite trying to move like the Rusted Knight.
He stiffened up however as he heard growls coming from the surrounding tree line. He looked up from the dissipating corpse of the Ursa only to see pairs of glowing red eyes looking at him malevolently.
It was at that moment, he knew, he fucked up.
Preoccupied with his thoughts, he managed to let himself be bog down instead of racing towards Beacon's cliffs.
Now he had to face more Grimm.
This time, they were cautious. Instead of immediately charging towards him, four Beowulfs and one Alpha Beowulf circled around him.
He was surrounded.
Jaune gulped at the large form of the Alpha glaring at him but he didn't let it get to him. He raised his sword and shield and glared back.
For Pyrrha.
For Weiss.
For the nameless woman who dies by his sword.
Jaune was going to do this.
He heard one of the Beowulfs roar behind him and just like that, every single one of them moved.
Jaune did the only thing he can.
Jaune ran. To be bogged down again was to risk being overwhelmed considering he was already starting to tire as it is.
He picked the direction where Beacon's cliffs were located and quickly ducked down while keeping his shield above his head. He threw the Beowulf over his shoulder and continued to run as he heard the Grimm crash against each other behind him.
He heard yelps and barks but he didn't turn around. He ran faster instead, sheathing his sword in his shield turned scabbard to stop it from hindering him. Adrenaline and fear pumped through his legs, making him faster as he raced through the forest.
It was then he commits a cardinal sin often portrayed by horror movies.
He looks back over his shoulder to watch his pursuers.
He learns the lesson then.
Never ever look back when running through a forest, even if it allows him to see the Alpha trample over one of the smaller Beowulfs.
When he looks forward again, it was to see an Ursa suddenly roaring charging towards him. It tackles him off of his path and Jaune feels breathless as it clamps its mouth on his left shoulder.
"Grraaghhh!" He screamed incoherently as his eyes widened in fear and fury while being dragged across the forest floor.
Pain exploded along his shoulder and chest as he felt his Aura crack even while using his hands to try and pry the Ursa's mouth apart.
How a creature that size could sneak up on him, Jaune did not know but what he knew was if he didn't do anything then he was going to die.
Failing to pry its mouth with his bare hands, Jaune opts to punching its snout with one hand while the other fishes for his sword.
He just about managed to grab Crocea Mors when pain exploded behind his eyes and across his back.
The damn Ursa just pinned him to a tree! Dazed as he was, he couldn't draw his sword out of his sheathe even as the Ursa lifted him up against the tree and reared on its hind legs.
Furious blue eyes struggled to look at the one hateful red glaring at him before Jaune managed to wedge his sheathe with his sword still inside it between its jaws. He winced as his shoulder was jostled but it would have to be enough. With one last glare towards each other, Jaune transforms the sheathe into its shield form just as the Ursa scrapes his sides with its claws.
Aura flashed but force was still applied against him and Jaune suspects a rib just got cracked.
Regardless, he roars in pain as he gets dropped by the Ursa who just lost its front snout. His shield glinted proudly, having successfully sliced off the Ursa's flesh with the force of its transformation.
Even as the Ursa died however, more Grimm were being attracted by his scream and pain.
A howl echoed throughout the forest and Jaune was pretty sure it was the same Alpha Beowulf from before.
Gods, he could already see its black fur and white bony armor peeking through the foliage. And behind it, more Grimm. Jaune couldn't see what or how many but he could already hear them through the foliage and see their black and white motif. It was enough to tell him that he wouldn't be able to just slip past any of them and expect to be safe.
Not with his condition at least.
He gritted his teeth as the world slowed down around him.
He was beginning to see a pattern here. For every Grimm he killed, more replaced them and Jaune was sure that even if he wins again against these odds by some miracle then there were surely more about to come after him.
Grimm in front of him and he was pretty sure there was Grimm also rushing from behind him just by the sound of things breaking.
Gods, what mess did he land himself into?
Furious tears pricked against his eyes as he tried to think of what to do
He didn't have Ruby's speed to escape, nor did he have Pyrrha and Yang's athleticism to fight through them, nor did he have Blake and Ren's agility to skirt through, he didn't even Nora's aggressive fortitude that would allow her to bulldoze the Ursa into pieces.
Jaune could only go one way.
Up.
Grabbing his shield with Crocea Mors still inside it, he attaches it to his belt before hugging the tree the last Ursa pushed hin against.
It was thick and big and no wonder it didn't break when the Ursa tried to push Jaune against it
He wasn't graceful about it and his chest and shoulder ached but with the help of Aura, he successfully scampered halfway up through it when the Grimm congregated below his tree.
He grabbed a branch as he felt the tree shook. Looking below him, he could already see the same Alpha Beowulf from before climbing up to chase him.
His eyes widened as it used its claws to climb faster than him. It reached his leg in no time and try as Jaune might, him swinging his legs was futile as the Alpha managed to bite one of them.
He screamed in pain and gritted his teeth as he heard his scroll send out an alarm. His eyes hardened as he looked down at the ugly mutt chomping down on his leg.
Nope, he was not going to be Grimm chow today.
For Pyrrha.
For Weiss.
And for the nameless woman who dies by his sword.
Jaune let goes of the branch he was holding onto and lets gravity take hold of him. His boot met the Alpha's snout just as it began to pull him down.
The force pressing its nose pries its mouth loose but Jaune kicks it again just for good measure. It yelped in pain and released his leg just as it fell to the panicked sounds of its compatriots. It survived but that should stop them from having any more ideas of climbing the tree.
Jaune immediately then dug his Aura-enhanced fingers into the tree and felt them dig deep enough to stop his fall.
He breathed laboriously and began his climb up again to grab up onto the branch above him and test his weight against it. Finding it strong and thick enough to support him, Jaune climbed higher and rested his bum against it.
Finally, some rest. He took the chance to get his breath back until the tree suddenly shook so hard it almost dropped him to the ground.
Straddling the branch and holding on for dear life, Jaune looked down to see an Ursa resting a paw against the tree.
"Damn it! Can this day get any worse?! Just where the hell are they coming from?!"
Hindsight tells him he should not have said that because not a moment too soon, the tree shakes once again as a glowing object passes by above his tree.
"What was that?!"
It got even worse when he heard another roar from below. Another Ursa has just arrived.
Jaune groaned frustratedly at that and that was how he found himself in his current predicament, hanging halfway up a tree with Grimm below him and apparently above him.
The branches above him shook as small Nevermores suddenly appeared to harass him.
"Shoo! Shoo! Get away!" He screamed as he used an arm to wave them away but they only circled around to peck at him again.
The tree shook again, more heavily this time as the other Ursa assisted the first one on leaning against tree.
The world slowed as bitter thoughts entered his just as the tree started to tilt.
He breathed and bit his lip frustratedly as his situation started to sink in.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
It was now time to admit he was in over his head. Surrounded by an apparently still growing mass of Grimm while his Aura was on the red, Jaune could confidently say he was fucked.
He went all in on this training thinking that he was going to prove himself. That he was going to do it and prove that he could change the future. He even refused Pyrrha's help thinking that he didn't need it just because he could fight better than before.
Yet here he was, on the brink of becoming Grimm chow. His brows scrunched as he looked at the horde of Grimm below him. There were probably close to 20 of them now down there and while Jaune didn't know how big or small it was in terms of a horde, he knew he couldn't take them all down by himself. Not when there could be more Grimm coming towards his direction.
There could only be one answer to this conundrum, call for his own reinforcements.
Frantically fishing his Scroll from his pocket, he sees it already glowing red with an alert on its screen.
Warning! 20% Remaining! Assistance Requested!
Good, that was good. He only needed to hold on long enough for help to arrive.
He gasped as the tree shook suddenly again, making him pocket his Scroll as he focused on the Grimm again. This time, there were three Ursas? Ursae? shaking him. There was no doubt now, his tree was about to fall.
20%. What could he do with 20% Aura?
Aura Slash, he could probably do four or possibly five of them before keeling over in exhaustion but what could five Aura Slashes do against that number of Grimm?! Unless...
He remembers Headmaster Ozpin's and his older self's last attack against each other. One strong attack with everything they had behind it. He couldn't replicate the attack considering he didn't know how to do it but he could copy the-
Crack!
He heard the sound and it only took a moment before the tree started to fall in earnest.
Welp, there was no time like the present. He shouted as he let go of the branch, shakily put his feet over it, and jumped towards the mass of Grimm under him.
The world slowed as Nevermores flew around him. Jaune paid them no mind and decided to focus on his actions. He unsheathed Crocea Mors and raised it with both hands above his head.
The Grimm blinked and Jaune met their stares with wide eyes as he poured everything he had into Crocea Mors. It glowed brightly like the sun and Jaune felt his Aura leave his body and gather towards Crocea Mors.
Finally, with a cry of desperation, he swung his sword downward just as an Ursa reared back to meet him.
Boom!
Light flashed in front of him and Jaune felt himself be thrown back as he felt the world explode around him.
Crack!
He felt his last dregs of Aura shatter as he hit the ground violently. Opening his eyes, he sees himself lying beside the fallen tree he was just on.
He raised his head to sit up and his eyes blew wide at the carnage around him.
Smoke rose up into the air as dead Grimm littered the ground around him. He could see the crater right in front of him where the Aura Slash burst point-blank against the Grimm.
"It worked. It actually-shit!" He muttered in disbelief before cursing as he heard the brush past the crater rustle noisily.
Just as he feared, more Grimm stepped into his sight. Jaune didn't know if they were survivors of the last attack or new Grimm coming to check out the commotion but it did not matter.
They were here.
He tried to lift up Crocea Mors for one last defense but he could only hold it steady for three seconds before his hands shook unsteadily while still holding Crocea Mors.
It fell between his legs with both hands still on it. He tried to pry his fingers off of it but he only gasped in pain as his hands felt like they were being stabbed by needles.
Snap!
Twigs snapped and Jaune gritted his teeth as he looked up to stare the Grimm in the face.
An Ursa led the procession as it cautiously circled around the crater. Any second now, it would decide to charge at him and ge was finished.
The Beowulfs behind it wouldn't even need to do anything as he would most likely be dead by then. All the Ursa needed to do was to stop towards him and bite his head off.
....Shit.
At least he was going to die with his family sword in hand, Jaune thinks morbidly to himself before hysterical sobs come out of his mouth
Tears pricked his eyes as he tried to clench his teeth before his breathe gets stuck in his chest.
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
"I'm sorry." The words come out of his mouth as a sob before he could even stop it.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Don't cry. He was already going to die, the least he could do was meet it with dignity.
Yet he could only cry as he stared death in the face. This was what he wanted, isn't it?
To be a Huntsman.
And now he was going to have a Huntsman's death.
...Damn it.
"I'm sorry, mom." He cries out and just like that, his words begin to pour out. "I'm sorry, dad. You were right."
Jaune Arc, dead in a training exercise. It was pathetic.
"I'm sorry, Pyrrha." Memories of his partner and his team flash before him as he sees the Ursa step one step closer. Its paws hunched as it stared angrily at him. "Ren, Nora. I'm sorry!"
Ruby's smile appears in his mind as he sees the Ursa leap towards him. He closes his eyes and tries to lift Crocea Mors one last time as he thinks of his-
"RAAAAHHHH!"
A scream has Jaune tearing his eyes open just in time to see a glowing tank of a man tackle the Ursa right in front of him.
Jaune blinked and the Beowulf behind where the Ursa was blinked as well.
His head however snapped to the right to follow the action and Jaune gawked as he saw his older self strangle the Ursa with one hand while punching the bony armor off of its face with another.
A bright light flashed across the clearing and suddenly the Ursa's head was flying off.
Holy. Shit!
He wasn't done there however because the Rusted Knight screamed at the Beowulfs inching towards Jaune begore running towards them.
Grimm supposedly did not experience fear but Jaune will swear that then and there, the Grimm froze in terror before moving into action.
They didn't stand a chance.
Clad in his own Magic Armor, the Rusted Knight bulldozed through the Grimm even without a sword. Limbs were dismembered and Beowulfs had their heads ripped off even as more Grimm arrived to the carnage.
Jaune could only watch in awe and jealousy as the older man committed atrocities against the Grimm. He was just so stronger, faster, and better that Jaune couldn't see how much farther he had to go. He could only guess that it was very very far.
He watched as he annhilated the last of the Grimm.
The older man roared and with one last effort, wrestled an Ursa onto its back into the ground before putting his hands inside its mouth. With herculean effort he pried the beast's mouth open even as it futilely tried to scratch against the Rusted Knight's Magic Armor.
Snap!
Jaune heard the sound before he realized what happened. His older self snapped the Ursa's jaws before crushing it into its face!
He dropped Crocea Mors loudly into the ground and gulped as cold glowing blue eyes snapped towards him.
What. The. Fuck?!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
From angst last chapter to action today. I hope you like it.
I am a fan of WH40k and I had a dream once of Jaune becoming Sanguinius, still though giving him wings right now would make him incredibly OP. Not only is he already a tank of a man because of his Semblance and propensity to use Magic Armor but with wings, he would be a flying tank of a man. There is nothing quite like the sight of Jaune Arc dogfighting Cinder Fall midair like how Sanguinius dogfights Angron.
Also, manifesting magic as objects is a thing. Remember the Raven vs Cinder fight where they suddenly make giant weapons made up of the elements? Yeah, I'm trying to make Jaune do something like that but for everything, still though, he can only manifest Magic Armor right now for reasons that will be said next chapter.
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