The world slowed as they moved through it, too fast.
The pair of troops before them had no time to react.
Ramona slashed, slicing the man in front of her in half.
Matias thrust his blade into the neck of the trooper before him. The seco encountered no resistance. It never did.
Blood wet the paver stones.
The pair of the remaining shock troops opened fire. In the split second before they pulled their triggers, he’d shifted both seco into shields and sprinted. The pellet barrage smashed into the double seco shield, glancing off and mincing the jungle around them, and then he reached striking distance.
Ramona spun from behind him with breathtaking elegance, her two shields mutating into wide blades, and struck. Two heads rolled onto the path. She dismissed the seco with a flourish and stepped over the bodies.
He knew it was for the cameras. He had no doubt they were being watched and whoever saw that on the other end likely wet themselves. But she had done it flawlessly. Every line of her body, every twist, every movement was the definition of deadly grace.
Jealousy seared him. He wished she had done it just for him. He wished he was the one to parry it.