Blood on the Asphalt biker
Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.
"He didn't disappear!" I screamed over the sub-ether link from the penthouse below, my terminal flashing red. "He's using a localized chronological-shunt! He's accelerating his own personal timeline! He's just moving too fast for your optics!"
A blinding flash of white light erupted directly behind Tank.
Before the massive enforcer could even swing his logging chain, the Shogun materialized out of the blur. The white Nodachi struck Tank’s heavy, scavenged Prime Forge armor. The corrupted sub-ether didn't just cut the armor; it unmade the physical matter entirely.