Arc's Multiverse

Jaune the Punisher

"Prepare, prepare, you fools! For your precious blonde shall and shall deliver no mercy, instant judgment, and immediate sentence. And if you do not know of the word, then you shall witness it with your own two eyes!"

Jaune Arc, heavily muscled like he once served in the Atlesian military, began to prepare his arsenal, for the upcoming battle ahead.

'Jaune Arc is dead. He died with his family. Number three: in certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame the inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law."

Winter and Ironwood frowned, they would never accept such vigilantism. But they innately admitted that Jaune looked good for someone who looked scrawny in their universe, he was perfectly sculpted like a prized commander of their army. 

Raven and Vernal nodded, knowing that they would act on what they do on their own accord.

'to pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive. It is an emotional response. No, not vengeance..."

Jaune stands up, fully armored with a vest with a skull emblem spray painted.

"Punishment."

Pyrrha, Ruby, Winter, Velvet, Yang, Coco, Neo, and Vernal licked their lips.

'What a man.' Raven and Cinder thought.

A wandering goon walked around licking a lollipop like a disgusting pig until he got his chest skewered through by an arrow fired front by Jaune. He was seen attaching something underneath the cars, then goes inside the dealership, where he takes a signature archer's position and fires another arrow at a goon's throat then places an explosive by the door. He continues onward to the stairway where he puts his bow away and prepares a heavily modified assault rifle and goes on forward at the second floor, then by the bar until he found a voice interrupting him.

"Hey, Eddie. More champagne on the double."

Not wanting to let the mob know that he's dead, Jaune answered.

"Coming right up."

As soon as he was up in the office, the champagne arrives, in an ice bucket, and waited for the magic to happen.

"Now what exactly are you planning this time, grandson?"

"Something they don't expect, that is for sure."

As soon as one of the goons pulled the champagne out of the bucket, a surprise revealed beneath the ice, an explosive that knocked most of the crime family away. The Torchwick Crime Family. The very bastards that killed his family. Every last of them.

The people that were shocked were now staring murder daggers at a cowering Roman Torchwick.

Roman stammered but calmed slightly down.

While Jaune easily cleared off the dazed goons, he was still shot at by a survivor with a shotgun. Bereft of his assault rifle and taking cover in a sofa, he pulled up his sawed-off shotgun and blew the survivor's brains out.

"Outstanding! I enjoy it!"

"Of course you do."

Tyrian gave his scientist colleague the stink-eye before looking at the screen.

Jaune shot down another survivor and found the little shit that shot him head-on with regards from the Torchwick Crime Family. Mercury Black, Roman's nephew, and dared him to hold on to an explosive, with the cord hanging on a broken lamp, and left, leaving his damaged vest hanging.