Okay guys how are you been a while huh, well I started this fic as an out. Because writing All Might's fight scene is taking way longer than expected and it's rather hard to detail it effectively. Either way I just had this idea one night while I was sick at my keyboard (I've been sick for about two months now) and so I decided to write it.

Please read and review to let me know what you guys think no flaming thanks.

Prologue

"I see only darkness before me" Final Words of Arthas Menethil

"Is it finally over, has the harvest of my sins finally finished?" Arthas dared not hope after all the atrocities he had committed.

His father King Terenas had been right, he was being held to account and his sentence was twisted one. His soul tormented by a lifetime of mistakes. One ill deed deserved another and no one should try to count the evils of Arthas Menethil.

For counting the stars would be easier. "How long have I wept in eternal torment, how long have I suffered for my crimes?"

This respite he was feeling, it was a cruel joke was it not? A trick to cause him to lower his guard not that it would mean anything.

There was no fortifying the defences one's mind for the torment that they felt in this place. This the Darklands, the Darkness call it what you like. It was the realm of the dead and he had denied death to many so it treated him with special contempt.

But suddenly a light appeared in front of his eyes causing Arthas to cry in pain and recoil at how bright it was. After an eternity in darkness, light could be blinding. He tried to move his arms to shield his eyes but he found that he had no control over them.

All he could hear was his own cries of anguished pain, the light was burning his flesh or at least that is what he felt. Is this is, the light's final justice had it come to put an end to his suffering, to deliver mercy to one such as him? Was this the end, he dared not hope so. There was no end after death just an eternity of this suffering.

Even with his eyes firmly shut Arthas could not stave off the brightness of the light. He's tried to move once more but found again that he had not the mastery over his limbs. No, if this was the end Arthas would face it, that would be his last act. He would look the light right in the face and thank it for its mercy, right before he opened his eyes he uttered the words he thought he would never use again "Light give me strength!"

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The young girl holding the newly born exclaimed now to her parents "Mum, Dad look he's opened his eyes, look at those baby green eyes, he's so adorable it's not even funny!"

The parents of said newly born looked over to their daughter whose turn it was to hold the baby. Blinking in unison they both turned to ask "Green eyes?"

Both Mother and Father were confused by this, all of their children so far had blue eyes like their mother. But this child, their first and only son had green eyes, like his father before him. Isabella Arc looked to her husband before suggesting "Well at least he has your eye colour dear?"

Edward Arc looked to his wife before walking over to his son and remarking "My dear look at that lovely blond hair he sports. It's also clearly mine while poor little Saphron and all of our other daughters have your dirty blond hair."

Isabella Arc winced a little at the mention of her hair being called 'dirty blond' but she knew her husband meant no harm by it. He was merely overjoyed with the fact that he has a son, after six daughters a man might lose hope. But not Edward Arc, that just meant he and Isabella needed to spend more time together that's all.

Of course, this wouldn't be the end, according to Isabella. Edward, on the other hand, might have wanted to slow down now that he had a son. But he might not have much of a choice in the matter.

For now, Isabella called for her son to brought to her "I think the girls have held him enough. I want to hold my baby boy too."

Jeanne the eldest whom was holding her little brother whined "But Mum, I just got to hold him! You let Nineve and Nimue hold him for longer."

But Isabella was having none of it "Yes my dear but he opened his eyes for you and I don't want him imprinting you over me."

Edward coughed "My dear you're being ridiculous. Besides Jeanne is probably going to play a vital role in taking care of him."

But Isabella Arc was not going to relent and Jeanne handed her precious little brother over to the family matriarch. The little boy closed his eyes much to his mother's dismay but he snuggled into her either way. As Isabella looked at his small little form she suggested or rather thought out loud "I think we'll call him Jaune since he opened his eyes for Jeanne instead of me and as thanks in advance for all the work she'll be doing to take care of him?"

Coughing politely Edward remarked, "Isabella, you're being childish and I have to say it's not becoming of you."

Tilting her head now she ignores her husband's voice of reason and says "Yes Jaune Arc it is, it has a nice ring to it rolls off the tongue rather nicely."

Five Years Later

Jeanne sat watch over her only brother, her time could be spent with the youngest sister. But now she was here with little old Jaune. He might be asleep but who knows for how long, the poor child had some horrible nightmares. She could see it upon his awakening the absolute terror in his eyes when he wakes from one of these fits.

He could only ever sleep if someone was with him if he felt safe. She held his hand or rather he clung tightly onto hers. She was seventeen now and would have to work as an adult full time, which meant she wouldn't be able to be there for little Jaune any more.

The funny thing about him is that he never acted like a little boy. He always carried himself with a certain gravitas and acted in the most mature of ways for someone his age. It was adorable if somewhat disturbing at the same time. Now she stroked his lovely blond hair which she was totally not jealous of. Jeanne Arc lamented that the two of them would be separated for more than just a school day.

The twins, the fifteen year old's Nineve and Nimue would have to step up. But they had enough on their plate dealing with the other four sisters. Saphron was only two years older than Jaune and it would seem she needed more attention while she was awake than Jaune did. Isolt was thirteen and would be no help due to her own delusions, the ones everyone goes through at that age.

The Eleven year old Viviane could make up for Isolts more silly antics but there was also the case of the youngest sister.
Igraine she was a needy girl who was also very clear on what she wanted, in fact, the only time anyone got any peace and quiet from her was when the girl was asleep. She's like the polar opposite of Jaune who only needed someone while he was asleep.

Either way, she heard the sudden shift in her younger brother's breathing and leaned over to hug him. Taking hold of Jaune she hugged him tightly while whispering into his ear "It's all right Jaune, it's all right I am here."

Jeanne always wondered what could be the cause of his nightmares. What tormented her only brother each night, he hadn't screamed upon awakening for a while now. Yet Jeanne knew that he was able to stop himself from screaming now that he was older. It wasn't that the nightmares were starting to subside.

Whatever it was that haunted the dreams of Jaune Arc, they must have been truly terrifying and it hurt her to know she was helpless to stop them. Jeanne wanted to help her brother, she wanted to know what was it he saw. Then again she always wondered if she knew would she be able to ever forget them?

Jaune's breathing quietened and began to slow down, the nightmare for what it was worth was passing him for now. Jeanne still hugging onto her brother now whispered "There Jaune see everything is all right, I'm here for you. I'm here for you, you're the eldest sister is here for you."

Isabella gazed at her eldest holding her only son and sighed "It's going to be a lot harder on us once you leave for your studies, Jeanne."

Not looking at her mother Jeanne replied: "It's almost tempting not to go."

Isabella now sat down on the bed next to her two children before stroking Jeanne's hair saying "You know you can't do that. You know Jaune would be unhappy to know you sabotaged your own future for him."

Jeanne snapped back "Jaune wouldn't forgive himself if he knew what he had to do to keep him asleep at night. His desire not to be a burden on anyone is unhealthy, Mum you know this better than anyone."

Exhaling loudly upon hearing that still stroking Jeanne's hair she said "Yes but we can't coddle him forever Jeanne. It's been five years and he's not grown out of it, but then again we haven't given him the chance?"

As Jeanne let go of Jaune she felt him shift a little as if he had lost something. She'd take hold of him again, but only after she said what she had to say. "Mother Jaune is five years old, less than one-third of my age. You can't just expect him to get over something like this or grow out of it. We both know whatever he sees when he sleeps terrifies him. It's not like he saw something and got scared he's been like this forever."

Isabella understood her eldest daughter's sentiments "Jeanne I know what you're saying, I understand that is horrible what he goes through. He didn't see anything because he's been like this as long as we can remember. It hurts me too to see him like this Jeanne, I care for him too, I gave birth to him. He's flesh of my flesh and it is close to unbearable to see him like this. But we can't keep him in a bubble of safety forever. No matter how much we try, no matter how much we want to, it's just not possible Jeanne."

The explanation of her Mother made sense and was logical, but humans aren't logic driven beings. They are emotionally driven beings and Jeanne is no different. In fact, given the situation she was even more emotionally driven which made her far less reasonable. "Mum he's five, you can't expect him to be a man about anything, you can't believe that he'll do anything. He's barely not a baby, we can't just put him in the deep end of the pool and expect him to swim!?"

Shaking her head Isabella said "No dear, but we cannot hold his hand forever, the doctors don't know what it is. Well, they do they say it is a past trauma, something which he's never had. I'd never throw him into the deep end with him Jeanne. We need to do it step by step, but we can't do that if you still cling to him. I'm not exaggerating when I say you've literally clung onto him every chance you've gotten for the last five years."

Their argument was interrupted by a small voice asking "Mother, Eldest Sister is there something wrong?

Both women looked now to see the young Jaune and woken up and were politely waiting for an answer. He looked very tired rubbing his eyes he asked again very politely "Mother, Jeanne please don't fight?"

Jeanne took hold of Jaune saying "I'm sorry Jaune, we didn't mean to wake you."

Jaune's reaction to this was simply hugging Jeanne back he said: "Of course not Jeanne, you and mother would never do that on purpose unless we were in danger."

Looking at her eldest daughter and her only son, Isabella let loose a sigh. She had mixed feelings on the sight before her and let out her thoughts on the situation. "Looking at the two of you Jeanne, even I might be fooled into thinking you were his mother."

Jaune looked to his Mother from around the arms of his sister saying "You'll always be my mother."

She now hugged both children in her arms saying "Go to sleep my little lion, you'll need your strength for tomorrow."

At first, Jaune was hesitant but soon his eyes closed and he began to fall asleep again. Sighing deeply Jeanne let go of his little hand before saying "You're right Mum, no matter how much I want to, I can't be with him forever. Just promise you'll take care of him?"

Looking sadly upon her daughter, Isabella gave a nod saying "We'll look after him Jeanne don't you worry about that."

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The time had come for Jeanne to leave, she was going to go to Atlas Academy and study to become a hunter there. All of her family were present to see off the eldest for who knew when they would see her again.

Jaune was the last to say his farewells to her, he had politely waited until both his parents and all six of his sisters had said farewell. Now walking up to Jeanne he told her "Farewell Jeanne, may the light forever shine upon you."

Jeanne for her part playfully scowled at him before leaning down and embracing him in a hug "Oh Jaune you say the oddest of things. Here I thought you'd be in tears at your eldest and favourite sister is going away?"

Jaune's response was rather mature for a five year old "But Jeanne, you'll always return here and I know I will keep you in my heart like you will keep us in your heart. In the light, we are one."

Yeah, Jaune often spoke of this light and most of her siblings just rolled their eyes at it. But not Jeanne, she knew what little comfort it gave him was worth it. Placing a kiss upon his forehead Jeanne said "Then know that I am always with you no matter who dark the situation is. Be sure to smile Jaune you look good when you do and only the bravest and strongest of us can smile when we're afraid."

Then ruffling his hair she inwardly lamented she would miss brushing his nice long hair, which was irritatingly better than all his sisters. Jaune for his part allowed her to do this before saying "Light Bless you, Jeanne."

The thirteen year old Isolt "JUST KISS AND DECLARE YOUR FORBIDDEN LOVE FOR EACH-!"

Isolt did not get a chance to finish her deluded sentence for the fists of Nimue and Nineve landed in perfect unison upon her head. Rubbing her head in pain Isolt looked up and asked: "What for?"

The twins looked at her then looked to Jeanne who gave them both the thumbs up before turning back to Isolt. Nineve did not deign to answer while Nimue did "That was for ruining the moment between the two of them. Do it again and we'll hit you again."

With Isolt cowed Jeanne gave her favourite brother one last hug goodbye before saying "I'll miss you, little brother. Keep everyone safe for me while I'm gone."

Smiling Jaune replied to her "Fear not, I will."

While others had grown tired of Jaune's rather mature attitude, Jeanne found it endearing. Petting Jaune on the head for the last time she said: "Grow up big and strong Jaune, I'll tell you all about my time at Atlas Academy when I see you again."

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Years had come and gone, Arthas had become accustomed to life as Jaune Arc. It was not an easy life, but it was not a harsh one. One by one his sister had left though some of them still lived nearby, how old was he now fourteen, in five years time he'd be the same age he was when he joined the Silver Hand. He knew he had been born with a purpose, he was just not sure what it was.

The academics of this world were confusing for him, but he applied himself as best he could. The time he didn't spend academics, he was trained to try to regain the skills he once had. His body, in fact, the bodies of most humans here were far weaker than that of there Azeroth counterparts. Then again that is to be expected as humans came about from a very different source and not from the Vrykul as they did on Azeroth.

Thankfully the drills and routine he had learned when he trained under the Silver Hand proved to be a boon. He could recall their lessons quite well and was able to put them into practice. The rest of his free time was spent with his family, despite his best efforts, Arthas felt slightly disconnected from them.

He was no scholar and could not place his finger on what, but if he were to hazard a guess. He'd blame the sins of his past still haunting him even now. He had a family once before he gave into despair and was lost in the darkness. So it was just harder now to connect with his new family.

At night though he still had those nightmares, Arthas was unsure if he was still being tormented? Or if it was just the memory of the torment that haunted his dreams. He woke most nights but forced himself to rest in order to be ready for the new day.

Now as he lay upon his bed, his daily studies finished, his daily training routine completed, he finally had some time to rest. Or so he thought for now his twelve year old sister Igraine now came and pulled on his arm. "Jaune, Jaune get up, we gotta go see the store in town. It's got all of the coolest and latest things from the Mistral in it!"

Arthas looked to his only younger sister before getting up and saying "Very well then, let us take our leave and investigate this store."

Igraine gave a squeal of delight before saying in a sing-song voice "We're going to markets, we're going to the store, we're going to the markets we're going to the store. We're going to the markets to buy a big fat boar!"

The two of them now made their way out of Jaune's room down the passageway and out into the drawing room. But the two of them don't even make it to the door when the voice of their mother calls out "Excuse me, where do you two think you're going?"

Arthas with utmost confidence and respect, politely informed his mother "I am taking Igraine out to the new store that has opened up Mother. Of course, we shall only leave with your blessing for our safe return."

Isabella Arc looked at her son and sighed, Isolt had gone through her 8th grader syndrome but had gotten over it in a year. But Jaune was different, no he was not suffering 8th grader syndrome, he was 8th grader syndrome personified. The worst part was he had always been this way. He always had the posture, the air of nobility if not majesty about him, even if he was nothing but humble.

It slightly annoyed Isabella to know her sight might be looking down on her. He never was rude nor spoke out of turn, but that was not a good thing. There was, is and never shall be a thing known as the perfect child. Yet Jaune was as close to perfect as a child could get, it was terrifying. All of that made it not worth dealing with saying no to Jaune for such a little thing like taking Igraine out. Sighing in defeat Isabella said "You may go with my blessing Jaune, but come back before dark. You know the rules."

Giving a polite bow to his mother Arthas or rather Jaune told her "Of course mother, a sound plan."

Igraine started to pull on his arming saying "Come on big bro, you got mum's blessing so let's go go go!"

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The store itself was nothing special, just regular bits and bobs. To Arthas, it was not really anything of note, but to Igraine, it held the coolest stuff around. She called for his attention on a certain magazine "Look Jaune, it's a magazine look how cool it is!"

To Arthas, it was just a magazine like every other magazine. In fact, it was of a certain brand which shipped a new one monthly. Those vile merchants are certainly clever to sucker people into things like this. Coughing politely he informed his sister "Yes Igraine it is, but if you waited a week or so you could order one into the post office if desired."

Igraine had none of his logic and now pointed out "Yeah but it's cheaper to get it here. I don't have to pay postage fees!"

Sighing Arthas knew what was coming next and preemptively asked Igraine "You've brought me to this establishment so first, you could actually make the journey here because alone, our mother would never allow you. And second, you intend to guilt trip me into spending my hard earned allowance on this for you. I am right aren't I little sister?"

Igraine looked a little sheepish before saying "Well, I was hoping that you would be in a generous mood."

Arthas arched his eyebrow at his younger sister before stating "You understand Igraine that extortion is a crime unless it is committed by the Ruling Body, in that case, it is called tax."

Igraine rolled her eyes at him, but Arthas was not bothered by it. Continue on where he left off Arthas said "Now you brought me over here to buy you this magazine that you will stop reading in a month when the next one arrives. It is not a tome holding coveted information and secrets of the arcane. You'll finish this in what ten minutes flat and then only look at the pictures again."

As Igraine pouted Arthas let loose a sigh before taking the magazine to the front counter and saying "Just this please good ma'am."

The clerk chuckled before scanning the magazine and then taking the Lien Arthas provided before handing the magazine back to him. Looking to Igraine he now handed her the object of her desire, but not before saying "Try to get a better hobby?"

Only after securing the magazine did Igraine respond to her elder brother asking Arthas "What Hobby do you have Jaune, all you do is train all day and if you didn't have to sleep. I bet you'd train all night too, not to mention you talk about the light."

Arthas took what his younger sister said in good humour, now as the two of them made their way home. Igraine began to read the magazine. When she came over something she believed to be interesting she commented on it saying "Hey Jaune this girl won the regional Tournament she's only 14 she could win it another four times!"

Now the Mistral Regional Tournament was not something Arthas paid attention to. So his only response to his sister was "Impressive."

The response that he gave told Igraine one of two things, either he had no clue as to the nature of the tournament or he just didn't care for it. Knowing her elder brother well enough, it had to be a mix of both. Putting her hands on her hips Igraine asked: "Hey Jaune would it actually kill you if I asked that you take an interest in something other than studying, training and what's that praying or should I just meditating?"

Chuckling at her Arthas replied "Jeanne worked hard to be allowed by our parents to get into Atlas Academy. She even paid for combat tutors out of her own money. But my diligent physical workouts, training, and studying are just things to fill time aren't they? I'm not working towards a goal or anything am I, my only little sister."

Sighing Igraine informed Arthas "You know Jaune, I think it's rather odd, despite Dad's best efforts you know more about weapons and how to train with them than Jeanne does. In fact, she was shocked last time she was here and spied upon you while you were training."

Raising an eyebrow at that Arthas queried "She watched me train?"

To that Igraine commented with a shrug of her shoulders "We all watch you train, even Mum and Dad do on occasion. In fact, Viviane once suggested that we sell tickets to people. Not sure why anyone would pay to watch you train big brother."

Arthas coughed before saying "I'd much appreciated if that never came to pass. Either way Igraine I humbly thank you for this information. If purchasing the magazine for you is all I require to for you to volunteer sensitive information, I'll get you all the magazine you want."

Igraine's eyes lit up for a moment before she realised that was not an offer and that she had messed up. She was about to say something in retort to that when Arthas put his hand upon her shoulder firmly. His eyes were scanning the area around them.

The street seemed to be fine, but Arthas could almost feel the killing, he just couldn't pinpoint its location. Looking to Igraine and whispered softly to her "We need to get home now."

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Literally, half a second after Arthas had told Igraine that an explosion sounded off. Grabbing hold of his younger sister, Arthas pulled her behind him in order to shield her from any flying debris. His arm was raised covering his eyes through some small bits of debris slammed into his back. It hurt all right, but it didn't hurt enough to stop Arthas who now looked up and saw the perpetrators arrive.

Four of them had the audacity to stand tall looking that their handiwork. Three men and two women, all of them were masks. Grim Masks to be precise and white jackets and a black body glove underneath. Arthas ignoring the pain in his back grabbed hold of Igraine and leapt into a nearby alley taking cover.

It was not a moment too soon for the terrorists opened fired upon the area. Arthas could hear the screams of people being shot. The guns here were far more lethal and automated than the ones the dwarves of Ironforge had used back in the day. Hold his hand over Igraine's mouth so she wouldn't scream in horror he told her "It'll be all right Igraine, I'll get you home. Breath in and out at softly as you can."

As their eyes now locked he wanted to let her know he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. If he was himself if he was Prince Arthas Menethil he was have strode forth toward those monsters and struck them down. But no he was Jaune Arc, formerly Arthas Menethil and while he had trained himself hard. He was nowhere near what he had been back during his first days as a Paladin forget about his time fighting against the Orcs and the Scourge.

Doing his best to move along without drawing attention, he carried Igraine down the alleyway as quickly as he could. Just as he was about to turn the corner a rather gruff sounding voice called out "Oh what have we here, do you think you could just walk away little human. Well, my ears hear everything, there's no escape!"

Arthas did not turn around, from the speech and the wording he could tell this man was a Faunus. Which could imply that this attack was of the White Fang's making? He could feel it, he could remember what the killing intent of the orcs felt like. He could hear everything, from the steps the man was taking to raising of the man's gun.

Without a seconds hesitation, Arthas cast Igraine from his arms around the corner out of sight calling out to her "Run Igraine-!"

A shot tore through his body cutting off whatever else he was about to say. The force of the blow was almost enough to knock him over. This body was not the strongest and he had to steady himself to avoid falling. He heard Igraine cry out his name in horror "Jaune!"

The hot white burning pain he felt in his back and chest. It should have been more than enough to drive anyone to their knees if not cause them to fall to the ground.

Even if the body felt this unbearable pain, to the mind of Arthas this was nothing. Even if his body was screaming at him, his mind did not register it. He had felt pain far greater than this and for what had appeared to be an eternity. Now he commanded his body to move, forcing it to turn to face his assailant. Who he now saw was a tall male Faunus wielding a rifle of some sort with white animal ears atop his head.

The upper part of the Faunus's face was covered by a Grim Mask but there was obvious shock displayed when he asked: "How, how are you still standing."

All he was doing now was just buying time for Igraine to escape. He could force his body to move, he couldn't force it to fight. But then again he wasn't going to let that stop him, ironic that he would die here in an alleyway that probably didn't even have a name. He found it ironic now as several more shots, one hit him in the chest, the other in his lower abdomen and the last hit him in his left shoulder.

This time his body refused to stand and collapsed from the force of each bullet. As he fell, his head gazed over to see to his horror that Igraine had not fled as he had instructed. She had fallen to the ground and was looking at him, tears running down her eyes and her hand clasped over her mouth.

Arthas was unsure of what horrors she felt, but he wanted her to run, otherwise, his death would be for nought. The Faunus now unloaded a few more shots into Arthas just for good measure causing Igraine to scream. Now walking past you triumphantly the Faunus spoke to her saying "Oh was that lout your brother" chuckling as Igraine could only look in terror upon him he assumed it was saying "fool didn't know to quit too bad his sacrifice is wasted. I think I'll take my time killing you."

Picking Igraine up by her neck the Faunus began to squeeze down upon her, slowly and steadily. The Faunus was going to kill her slowly and that would be that. She kicked clawed, but there was no way Igraine was going to be able to overcome her murderer, this was the end for her. She'd squandered the time her brother bought with his body to get her, but then again she is only a twelve year old child and asking her to not freeze up in fear might be a bit too much.

Arthas would have tried to reach out if he could but his body would no longer move. As his vision began to darken he could only pray "Light, please grant me this final blessing, grant me the strength to overcome this trial before me, don't let your vision overlook this injustice that is before you…."

Start: My Hero Academia OST - You Say Run

Light shone brightly from behind the Faunus, it caused him to drop the girl and whirl around to confront whatever was behind him. Where once a teen had been lying, either dead or bleeding to death, he found something else entirely. The teen was back up on his feet and now his eyes were glowing if not radiating with golden light.

The teen took a step forward causing the Faunus to take a step back on reflex. Gazing at the youth with shining eyes the Faunus asked him "Just who, who are you?"

Without waiting for an answer the Faunus open fired upon the teen. Bullets had done the job before so why not now? And yet this time it would appear that the bullets just simply bounced off some shield that formed around the teen. One of this bullets hit the Faunus in the leg causing him to howl in pain.

Steadying himself the Faunus now snarled at the boy "WHO ARE YOU!"

His reply was a fist in the gut that hurt far more than it should. As the Faunus lurched over in pain, the teen slammed is knee into the face of the terrorist. A crack could be heard as teeth of the Faunus flew off into the air, the teen grabbed his foe by the back of his neck and then slammed his head into the wall.

Now as the Faunus collapsed on the ground, either dead or passed out. The teen turned to look at the girl before asking "Igraine are you wounded?"

While Igraine shook her head, the teen, her brother named Jaune Arc narrowed his eyes at the bruising upon her neck. He was just about to reach out for her when a call came up "Oi what's taking you so long in- HOLY SHIT!"

A companion of the fallen Faunus has arrived, wearing her grim mask and wielding a long sword. Charging now down the alley she said "You'll pay for that Human scum!"

Igraine started to freak out, but Jaune seemed undaunted by the new foe. In fact he now charged her while unarmed, an action the Faunus female did not expect. Her sudden hesitation was all he needed and now as the two drew closer a blinding light flashed from the fist of Jaune, right in the Faunus's face causing her to shield her eyes and lose momentum.

Jaune capitalised on this as he now deftly dodge her sword before grabbing the wrist of her sword arm in his left hand. While punching her right between the eyes with his right. The blow dazed his foe and using this now to his advantage, Jaune twisted her wrist sharply snapping it and causing her weapon to fall to the ground.

Grabbing her by the throat Jaune slammed her hard into the wall, creating an indent where her head was. The eyes of the Faunus rolled back into her head, she had been beaten. Now the White Fang had two down and if he had counted correctly before, that meant there were just three out there.

Stop: My Hero Academia OST - You Say Run

Leaning down he now picked up the long sword before turning his gaze back to where his sister was "Return home now Igraine, I'm going to see if I can save anyone else."

Then raising his arms an orb of light appeared within his hand but then shone brightly, this light enveloped Igraine for a brief moment before it vanished. Something had just happened but it appeared only Jaune knew what, "Go now Igraine."

Nodding his little sister turned away, just before she was about to take off he called out to her "Don't look back Igraine."

Now Igraine was not always the type of girl to do whatever her elder brother told her to do. While she didn't always challenge him, there were times that she would. Just to test him and see if he was serious or not, the sort of things little sisters do.

But not this time, she had failed to do as he had said before and her neck had been bruised badly for it. Well that was the least of her issues, she had nearly lost her life for it. Now as she fled, Igraine touched her neck to try and figure out where the bruise was, but funnily she felt no pain.

It was almost as if the bruise had vanished entirely, though she now wished to look back, she remember what Jaune had told her she did not look back though she did ask something more to her self than anyone else as she ran in the direction she thought was home "Jaune what happened to you, how are you?"

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