Jaune's still adjusting. He's fought monsters before, but not like this. Although he has to admit, even he's a little surprised by the similarities here. He's pretty sure that aside from the flesh melting these Shadows aren't too different from the Grimm of Vale. He's used a sword before, though this one isn't exactly like the one in his memories. It doesn't seem to be a problem though, the sword feeling somehow more familiar than even the Arc family relic he used to wield.

More importantly though, he doesn't seem to be relying on any of his persona's magical abilities--relying on pure slashes and strikes of the physical nature. Just as he cuts down another of them he stumbles a bit when he hears the voice in his head. "Huh? What do you mean?" It's a moment of calm, though he can see other Shadows quickly approaching.