Blood on the Asphalt biker
The shockwave blew every holographic petal out of the sky and shattered the surface of the obsidian floor for a hundred yards in every direction.
When the blinding light faded, Dax was still standing.
But his Phase-Gauntlet the weapon that had survived Founders, Leviathans, and the Nullity was entirely shattered. The heavy iron plating was smoking, reduced to twisted scrap metal hanging off his left forearm.
Dax slowly lowered his ruined arm. He didn't look at the damage. He looked up at the Shogun, his amber eyes burning with a slow, terrifying, unyielding fire.
He reached down with his right hand and drew his Phase-Knife.