Relic of the Future: Chapter 7

When fingers touched his hip, his hand shot out – catching onto flesh and bone. He gripped the wrist he had trapped in his hand hard, earning a yelp from the girl who seemed to materialise in front of him. A pickpocket – another pick-pocket, yet instead of Sun's exuberance, this one had some training and a Semblance to go along with it, invisibility or something similar. Jaune shook his head and regarded her for the first time. When he did, his eyes widened and his hand clenched instinctively.

Bones cracked.

The girl screamed.

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But this was different and Jaune's wide eyes stared, fingers clenching instinctively and squeezing the girl's wrist even tighter, forcing her bones to grate together and causing her to cry fitfully. "P-Please," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"

His hand tightened again, without him really meaning to. She cut off with a whimper.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 7