Relic of the Future: Chapter 112

Ducking into a crouch, his hands flicked under his coat and returned, one with a handgun and one with a small cylinder. So close, he couldn't miss, and took extreme pleasure in unloading four rounds into Hazel's testicles. Aura might have protected against damage, but impact force was just that.

He'd taken a Geist-possessed golem's fist to the balls once.

Not a fun experience.

Evidently, Hazel agreed, buckling with a low cross between a roar and a squeal. His grip on Crocea Mors slackened, letting Jaune stand, grip the hilt, and rip it from the man's hold, using that same momentum to spin and bring it screaming back down on his neck. It was a little-known fact that you could, with enough force, kill someone through their aura. Breaking the neck was one such route, because even if you couldn't penetrate skin and muscle, a head bent a certain way or too much would snap eventually.

Hazel knew that too. Teeth gritted and eyes watering, he still managed to get a wrist up to block the attack.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 112