Relic of the Future: Chapter 7

They spread out instinctively, making it harder for him to engage them all, but he put himself in the middle and forced them to risk the cross-fire.

"When surrounded, attack one of the flanks and break through, then you won't be surrounded," Pyrrha had always said. 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.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 7