A twenty five millimeter armor piercing round loaded for conflict, a trigger pull calling forth the cascade of mastercrafted armament. The divine barrel activates as a massive bullet is sent forth into its construct, a distortion of reality rippling across it as the round is accelerated to soul shattering speeds. A blast of gravimetric energy carves a wave of power as insane recoil is barely managed; the liquified round of plasma crashing into the world.
Bounty Hunter Rhyn Bearerson is ripped to shreds at near point-blank range by an instrument of divine firepower, a bullet coupled with a muzzle blast tearing apart the soul at its very foundation.
A scream of ear shattering force as the round makes contact with the far side of the mining pit, the entire bounty hunting force turning to an insane threat. “MAGE! MAGE!!!”
Rounds are fired wildly into the dust cloud, streaks of red tracers cutting through the haze.
Two augmented hands raised, the boy projecting forth a half-dome of impenetrable gravitons against lethal paths.
Magazines emptied, clips left dry, a killzone saturated by bullets.
Silence, carnage ceasing as dust settles once more. Wide eyes watch as the fired rounds are held taught by divine power, their jacketed shapes catching the reflection of the five suns above.
The boy coldly breathes as he crushes his hands together, implanted augmentation bowing to a perfected mind. Like a fragmentation grenade, bullets are shot back to their owners; lethal velocities catching a near dozen out of cover as their forms simply collapse in death.
The girl dumps the divine weapon’s now empty magazine onto the ground, a fresh set of rounds loaded into the divine instrument with a trained motion. Crosshairs adjusted, watching as the armored vehicle in front of them levels its turret mounted weapon upon their forms.
Unspoken warning heeded, the boy turns as he stares down the barrel of a mage-killing weapon.
Eyes flare as observa augmentation roars to life, active sensors burning specialized power. The heartbeats and breaths of the three crew within the vehicle are heard in hyper-focused audio sensors, optical implantations even catching the sharp tipped sabot round loaded within the chamber of the massive cannon.
Encyclopedic knowledge is crushed in the fragments of seconds, specifications referring to a lethal muzzle velocity enough to terminate even the most experienced of mages.
A single augment of divine origin implanted within the mind activates; an arm of knowledge warping itself alongside cold perception. The universe shifts around the boy, reality tearing as a fragment of a lost god roars in application.
Software crunches infinity as calories are burned in a stellar forge, nano-seconds in processing power crushed by divine fire control.
A lost art in observa, a tense beyond the present playing out in minds. A scope watching an unrealized future, seconds to come.
From a perfect mind breeds perfect reaction, every frame of an incoming reality caught like words upon a forgotten tome; individually infinite in meaning, contextualized together for a single prediction.
The high velocity shell is sent through the barrel of the mage-killing cannon, a lethal speed bridging fifty meters in an instant. A prophesied reaction executed, outstretched hand pointing four fingers upon the point of impact.
Gravimetric forces consolidate into a blade held in place by augmented power, a razor thin edge condensing from arcane power.
The sabot round’s penetration tip sparks on contact, molecules dissolving underneath immense pressure. Ancient alloy is severed near perfectly, the penetrator bleeding power as it cuts itself in half.
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The severed shell blasts past the twins, the two projectiles careening uselessly into rock.
“Target: vehicle lower glacis, right side.” The boy informs his sibling as he stares down the armored car, an outstretched hand to his left catching a barrage of fire from the remaining Bounty Hunters.
The girl raises the divine instrument, finding the specified location through sights. Weapon fired, raw power cleaving through salvaged armor in a plume of molten metal. Internal structure shatters as shards of spalling red hot steel rips through crew and munition, an armored case of protection turned into a coffin as souls are ripped to shreds from shrapnel.
One of the Bounty Hunters turns over to his compatriots, removing from his backpack a thick metal plate. Magnetic sensor on one side and a pin upon the other; the landmine repurposed for direct conflict. “Cover me. Mage-kill bravo maneuver!”
Bullets fly as tactical experience takes over, a burst of suppressive fire sent towards the creature forcing defensive action. Projectiles caught in air as danar augmentation activates automatically, a sudden realization approaching the boy as he spots the sprinting figure.
Minds crash calculate vectors as another burst from the opposite flank occupies a free hand for defense, the reaction of the sibling lethally slow as she pulls the unwieldy weapon onto a new target.
A barely aimed snapshot tears limb from center mass as the grazing shot slams into a piece of cover; the unaimed crossfire annihilating an unlucky bounty hunter from raw kinetic force.
The landmine clatters onto the ground as the wounded man attempts to staunch a pulsing wound, a scream muffled by continuous suppressive gunfire. Rising from cover bounty hunters begin advancing, slow steps reaching closer and closer to the pair of twins.
Caloric energy is consumed en mass, a full dome projected as the continuous stream of bullets begins to shatter fields of power in terrifying sparks. From spread hands of augmentation white-hot heat sinks eject to earth in a desperate attempt to keep temperatures stable, the boy’s limbs literally beginning to catch fire from abuse.
The augmented woman’s eyes ignite, a sleeping god forcing software runs to a daughter’s will.
Focus from raw instinct, pure rage bringing forth a harrowing centeredness; Aanar augmentation burning in the fires of a forged collective. A prayer to dead divines answered in full, lethal purpose weaned and control ripped back to conscious minds.
From behind the twins a blade is projected forth. A body grievously wounded upon the dust and rock but still operational, Auditor Manara’s outstretched hand blasting out a twisting force of immaterial reality.
A completely uncontrolled release of power as emotions corrupt the order of focus itself, the entire flank of bounty hunters utterly annihilated in a plume of gore. Shattered remnants of calcium bones and liquified organs splatter across the mining pit, augmentation forcing a massive shutdown of the biotechnical system.
Darkness as the Auditor’s body cascades in failure, a fate left to a twisari fratrem. A destiny intertwined, a mind barely aware of the world surrounding it.
With one flank freed the boy turns to the shocked advance of the remaining ten bounty hunters, a sudden closing of hands producing a creation of terrifying purpose.
An offensive maneuver derived from a school of defensive augmentation; stubbornness and raw strength consolidated to lethal ends.
Reality itself shatters.
Gravitons condense in utter impossibility, five separate fields crushed together on a single point of space-time. For mere nanoseconds the universe is consumed within a microscopic pin-point, light itself sucked into the massive anomaly as an accretion disk forms and shatters in an instant.
Surrounding matter is torn apart at the molecular level, an implosion of reality ripping souls towards it. A cosmic event witnessed in a macrocosm: a universe’s birth, life, and death occurring in divine perception, a singularity registered barely by the gods themselves.
Enraged reality savagely rends back control over impossibility, explosive force heard across the entire Baitan Flatlands as space-time crashes back together.
Consumed into nothingness, the fallout of arcane power is a final end to divine carnage. Deep in the Plateau’s canyons the sound echoes; a wail of dead souls reaching upward to a lost heaven above.
All ended in silence.
Samuel stumbles slightly as the glow from his eyes fade, a tiredness garnered as augmentation hisses from overuse. Looking upon his arms the tattered, burned bits of clothing singe off as heat emanates from his form.
A concerned glance from the sibling, words spoken as she stands from a kneeling firing position. “Are you optimal?”
Ragged breathing as heated air is exhaled from artificial lungs, a perfect mind recollecting from violence. “I am optimal.”
A thought enters twined minds, both turning to the body at the base of the mining pit. An augmented form barely alive beneath the Five. Death mere inches from existence the decision is made; an aligned collective of three.
The boy echoes himself. “I am optimal.”