Blood on the Asphalt biker
The corrupted sub-ether didn't just cut the armor; it unmade the physical matter entirely.
The heavy durasteel chest plate cleanly dissolved, and the kinetic shockwave threw Tank thirty feet across the courtyard, his massive frame crashing through a holographic cherry tree.
"Tank!" Jax roared, charging forward and swinging his gear-axe in a massive, horizontal arc.
The Shogun effortlessly swayed backward, letting the phased axe pass within a millimeter of his chrome armor. With a flick of his wrist, the white blade batted Jax's heavy weapon aside as if it weighed nothing, the impact sending a bone-rattling shockwave up Jax's arms that forced him to his knees.