Blood on the Asphalt biker
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.
"He's too fast!" Reaper yelled, firing three explosive rounds.
The Shogun raised his free hand. A localized, magenta repulsor-shield flared, catching the sniper rounds in mid-air and harmlessly dropping them to the obsidian floor.
"If he's moving that fast, he has to follow a physical trajectory!" Lena's voice cracked over the comms.