Relic of the Future: Chapter 10

Something caught his eye in the crowd, or someone. It was a tuft of black with two black ears above, dark shorts and a small, lithe frame.

"Blake…?"

It was. It was her. She was in the protest, small and angry and carrying a sign even as she was ushered away with several other smaller faunus. A rock struck the boy to her left and he fell with a startled cry. An Atlas soldier moved to shield him, leaving Blake open.

Jaune was already moving. He stalked past the angry public and to the melee, dashed at the last second when he saw a rock fly. Blake saw it too, and tried to shy away – only to find herself pressed in by so many bodies. Her hands came up to shield her face. It was too far, too fast. He wasn't going to reach her. Frustrated, Jaune swept forward, flung his coat back and drew Crocea Mors. The blade scythed up, catching the rock and deflecting it not three inches from Blake's little face.

The sound and sight of bared steel brought absolute silence.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 10