Relic of the Future: Chapter 100

"Pin him down!" Yang roared.

Jaune charged in with a yell. Shouting in battle was a bad idea, but when your goal was to announce your presence to spare your allies the attention, it was allowed. Or at least not scorned. The two Jaune's traded blows for a brief moment. A very brief moment. It must have been all of four swings before the elder disarmed the younger and savagely kicked him away.

That was still enough time for them to recover and begin a new assault. Jaune had bought them that chance. Yang, Sun and Emerald circled around and attacked from every direction, careful to alternate heights so that if Jaune somehow dodged, they wouldn't harm one another. Blades, fists and a staff whistled and cracked in the air, parried, diverted, dodged and sent back in equal measure. It was a mess of steel and flashing aura, some of it theirs, some of it his.

Yang was the first to fall. Her aura had already been low, since as the hardiest alongside Sun, she tended to try and take damage to spare Emerald. Sun followed, knocked back and out with his aura dipping red, his nose leaking a little blood as well. Suddenly reduced to two on one, it was only a matter of time before Ashari disarmed Jaune and brought him low, then snapped Emerald's weapons aside and brought his sword against her neck, forcing her to yield.

Sure. You force her to yield but knock me around like this. Totally fair.

Jaune Ashari grinned. "Good fight. You all did well."

"Oh sod off," Yang groaned, achily forcing herself up. "Your aura isn't even at fifty."

"It's at fifty-two and that's impressive."

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 100