Scarlet's playful smile vanished. These weren't normal bullets. The air cracked differently when they passed, leaving trails of ozone, hitting with enough force to punch holes clean through the brickwork she used as cover. Faster. Heavier. Designed to kill things like her.
She dodged, weaving, the dance becoming desperate. Closing the distance was impossible now; the sheer volume of fire pinned her down, heavy slugs chewing up the crumbling wall she hid behind.
Then, small black orbs arced through the air, landing near her feet. They pulsed once, emitting a low hum before detonating silently, releasing waves of disruptive energy. Her mana pathways flared painfully, sputtering like faulty wires. Her movements grew sluggish, her enhanced speed faltering.
They saw the opening. Both suits stopped firing the heavy pistols for a split second, switching back to their original sidearms with practiced speed. Then they unleashed hell.
