Relic of the Future: Chapter 112

A meaty fist struck Jaune in the stomach. He buckled over it, blood and spit flying from his mouth. There was something else too, Oscar noticed. Something sparkly and small that was spat from his lips, shards of glass but also something that glittered in the air. Grinning, he spat it all into Hazel's face, both the glass shards – which fell short – but also the dust he'd bitten down on a vial of. It caked the giant man's face, blinding him for a moment, but it was the reaction with Hazel's lightning discharge which caused the bigger blow. The dust ignited and burned at his face and eyes, causing him to reel back with an agonised roar.

"This is vicious…"

"This isn't a fight, Oscar. It's two men attempting to murder one another."

Hazel's eyes were burned. Even from a distance they looked red and narrow, the skin around blackened. Oscar couldn't imagine the pain involved in keeping them open, let alone fighting through it. Jaune stumbled back and spat more glass from his own mouth, and it was bloody. He'd probably cut his gums and lips with that move. A trick that wouldn't have even served any use against someone else. He must have come up with it just for Hazel.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 112