Relic of the Future: Chapter 67

Jaune backpedalled.

The battlefield held no objective he needed to fight over, so ground was given easily. He kept his eyes locked onto Hazel's, ducking beneath one mighty fist and bringing the flat of Crocea Mors up for the second. He didn't block – doing so against Hazel was a terrible idea, as Ren had once learned. Instead, he deflected to the side, diverting the force away and taking only a small crackle of electric into his arms. His nerves burned and his muscles tensed.

Against Hazel, even that could be dangerous.

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Jaune slid back on one foot, stepping out of range as the fist swung by. Lightning jumped from it to him anyway. His teeth ground together as his muscles screamed in pain.

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It was all he could do to duck under one swing and score a blow on Hazel's thigh, cutting into the cloth there and rolling past before Hazel could bring both arms down and pop his head like a grape. Dust was kicked up in the spot he'd occupied, and even as he scrambled to his feet, his skin was charred.

How does one fight someone who cannot be hit without harming yourself? Rubber soles would have sounded nice in theory, but Hazel had imbued himself with dust that had lightning crackling through him. Whatever effect that had on the man was clearly not as detrimental as what it was on him. If he blocked, he was shocked. If he attacked and hit, he was shocked through his sword. Even if dodged and Hazel's body came close, the electricity could jump.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 67