Relic of the Future: Chapter 67, Chapter 68

Hazel swung his knee up into his gut. It clanged off Hazel charged in with a roar usually reserved for Ozpin. He swung one fist down on Crocea Mors, aiming to swat the sword aside rather than hit him. 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.

His counterattack was caught on Hazel's wrist, Crocea Mors striking it and bouncing off his aura. Crocea Mors' sheath, held in his other hand. With a mechanical whirr it fanned out into the familiar shield. Hazel watched it curiously, seeing the move for the first time and taking it in stride. A shield was protection against certain attacks but not all. Rather than try to get around it, Hazel planted one foot down and slammed his fist into the shield.

The force swept him off his feet. He let it to a degree, using the airtime to catch his breath and build some space – at least what he could.

–Relic of the Future: Chapter 67



Hazel could already feel the dust leaving him. He took another vial, popping the lid to reveal the metal syringe. He stabbed it into his arm and watched the shining dust within drift down into his body.

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When the man closed again, Hazel was at least ready. Prepared this time for trickery, he kept his guard high and blocked the first heavy slash, deflected the shield and even stepped into the man's guard. His own thrust had his fist clanging against the shield, something he'd never shown before. Jaune tucked it in close to his body and surged forward, more akin to a battering ram than a person.

–Relic of the Future: Chapter 68