Relic of the Future: Chapter 112

Oscar watched from behind a tree, for all the good that would do, as the two men fought. It was nothing like what he'd expected. There were no fancy moves, no graceful motions, and no clever tricks. Hazel was a wrecking ball of rage smashing his way through all in his path. Ashari was a whirlwind of motion, dodging where he could, taking blows he couldn't, and always giving something back, be it thrust, shot or a sudden explosion from a dust bomb.

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It had only been a few seconds since he looked away but from the state of those in the fight, it might as well have been hours. Jaune had somehow lost his white coat and gathered several nasty bruises on his chin, while Hazel had blackened charring down one side of his face and the left side of his outfit was torn open.

It looked like they'd been fighting all day.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 112