Relic of the Future: Chapter 134

Jaune lashed out left and right with a sheathed Crocea Mors, using the scabbard to bat away hands that grasped for him. He hopped off another chair onto a table, bracing himself and kicking groping hands, breaking wrists and fingers as the mass tried to drag him down by his ankles. It really was like a zombie apocalypse. Yang would have loved it.

Like the movie zombies, they were also lacking in any real ability. They weren't slow or shambling, but they were clumsy. Wild swings as often hit their allies as him, and they wielded clubs and batons at best. Jax wanted them alive and wasn't afraid to let his minions suffer for it. Jaune kicked a hand away and took a quick run up, leaping over the heads of eight people and landing on another table.

Despite his perfect jump, the table wasn't made for that kind of punishment and buckled under him. He rolled forward off it, ignored the heavy thuds of bats on his arms and rose up fist first, driving it under the chin of a huge woman over six feet tall.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 134