Relic of the Future: Chapter 7

He did so, lunging at the first man on the left, who screamed and fired three quick blasts into his chest. They pinged off harmlessly but Crocea Mora didn't. The blade cut through the man's suit, through the bulletproof vest he wore underneath, and also through his body. Twisting, he again turned and used the dying man as a shield, kicking him off at the same time.

Even before he hit the ground he was on the next man, sweeping once to sever the arm between the elbow and wrist and again to cut his throat. There wasn't time or opportunity for mercy, not when even an injured man might call for aid. I can't afford to let Ozpin find me, not yet. People were killed in deals gone bad all over the criminal underworld. As long as his name wasn't attached to it, he was fine.

The third died a fraction of a second later but feet outside the broken door told him more had heard or been summoned by King. Jaune shot a glare to the man and a more worried glance towards Emerald, huddled by it. With a scowl he dispatched the last goon but rushed to the door, letting King live for now. He reached it before they arrived and killed the first through the remaining door, splintering wood and bone in a single swing. Fighting in the corridor would let them gun him down with weight of numbers, so he dragged the dying body back in and forced them to round the corner. The first to do so died. The second shared the same fate. The third, wiser than his fellows, hesitated.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 7