Judge Hoppe catches the knowledge from her senior; an unfamiliar city already memorized. Formidable remembrance within the ancient mind pushing forth to the surface of vehicular combat, a thought process interrupted as the criminal element dives through a stuffed intersection.

Speed pushing reaction time to its limits, Judge Hoppe extending her senses into metal and machinery as she guides the vehicle at demonic velocity. Sparks fly as she sideswipes an incoming cargo truck, a solid tonnage deflected as the armored car stubbornly continues on its path.

Shotgun blasts from the gang rain down upon steel, sparks dissolved from shredded metal as armored glass spiderwebs with impact marks.

Judge Murphy makes the cold observation. “They’re gonna need a lot more than that to get through this armor.”

The sharp, high velocity cracks of rifle caliber fire sings across the city of March as an engine block eats lead, the Judiciary vehicle hitching as durable machinery catches fragmentary shards.

The old Judge simply sighs, a divine weapon cycled through as he loads in two lethal rifle rounds. “Keep her steady.”

Two latches keeping an armored window in place unlocked with force, the Judge strapping himself to one of the interior handholds as he exits into the world of rage. An old body leaning out of the moving vehicle, lever action rifle in hand as he finds the target.

Blistering speed sending air ripping across skin, the sound of wind drowning out all senses as the wide brimmed combat helmet barely hangs onto its owner’s head.

One sharp warning shot is sent across the side of the suspects’ truck, the Judge masterfully flipping the lever action of the Lawbringer as he cocks in a new round.

A death missed by mere inches, a street vendor’s stall nearly clipping the fragile flesh of humanity forcing the Judge back into the cabin.

Sirens across the ancient city of March.

Police pursuit cars pulled from garrisons across the precincts returning to an actual duty, five sleeping gods above watching vehicles pass through the straight grids of the new era of humanity back into the serpentine roads of ancient empires.

From the peripheries of the visual ranges and through armored glass they watch as the leyline tower glows a pale blue, a shape shedding raw energy against the cold night air.

Judge radios ignite in a report from a distant police officer, a presence of order converging onto the old city. “Roadblock on Ashter Road complete.”

Hoppe takes one hand off the gearshift and onto her own communications device. “Copy.”

The distant flashing of police lights illuminate claustrophobic streets, a barrier of entry completed with two pursuit cars and an armored truck. A wall of steel and machinery, the officers hiding behind their cars opening fire as the suspect vehicle comes around the curve.

Inaccurate rounds scattering across unarmored surfaces and building walls, muzzle loaded guns and revolving action sidearms destroying windows and exploding crates of stored inventory from shopkeeps. Pursuing friendlies caught in the crossfire, one officer hidden behind an unarmored glass windshield hit with an unlucky round, a body unresponsive as her vehicle crashes into a broken lamp post.

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The suspect’s getaway vehicle slides into a back alleyway as they barely manage to dodge the roadblock, Judge Hoppe gritting her teeth as she slams her steel beast’s emergency brake in pursuit. Tires losing traction as rubber skids against rough cobblestone, three tons of armor, engine and cold order twisting in a sudden shifting arc of movement.

Steering wheel ripped to her left, a gear shifted down. Cylinders roaring in response to a master’s command, the Judge careening her armored car into the alleyway in desperate pursuit. Two bodies held within armor slammed aside as tires suddenly regain grip upon the earth below, acceleration surging forth towards chaos.

A marketplace utterly devastated by the introduction of the criminal element, the world of backalley commerce found in shards of broken glass bottles, overturned stalls, and the puddles of still boiling hot oil. Civilians dodging out of the way, women and children nearly killed by immense speed and mass.

Judge Murphy coldly notes the next obstacle. “Brace for incoming fall.”

“Understood.”

No hesitation to the act, the woman simply smashing the accelerator as the vehicle surges towards the descending steps.

Freefall for just a split second, strapped in forms eating the impact as modified suspension springs dampen the fall. Lost traction regained, a tuned mechanical body tearing into roadstones as it continues its unceasing pursuit.

The criminal element makes the lethal decision.

Gods watch as the gangster loads the magical round into his shotgun, the two black slugs of ancient construct slammed into barrels as a final stand against judicial elements.

Minds aren’t even able to react to the incoming, a single magical round missed by mere feet as the uneven pavement bucks the shooter. Gravimetrics collapse, a micro universe's birth and death sundering reality for a split second as it consumes a three foot sphere of matter into nothingness.

An explosion to rip the very fabric of reality blinds and deafens bystanders as the shockwave explodes the windows of nearby buildings, the armored monster unphased as it drives through a torrent of glass shards.

Judge Hoppe screams the report. “Arcane round!”

Judge Murphy pulls himself out of the armored cabin at the words, the divine weapon aimed directly on the center mass of the shooter. A single pull of the crisp trigger, the rifle round stored within the receiver sent forth into the frigid air.

One perfect shot, one crack of gunfire.

The shadowed form at the back of the truck falls as lead shreds through armor, a suspect neutralized as the Judge cycles the next bullet in.

From within the cabin Judge Hoppe gives the warning as she spots the turn in the road. “Hang on!”

A drifting vehicle converting velocity into momentum, a force that nearly throws the old soul off his unsteady firing position. Hands deathly gripping the Lawbringer, ordnance kept safe as the carbon fiber safety wire pulls taught upon his utility belt.

The Bandit’s divine weapon takes its chance, five barrels spinning as the young woman depresses the trigger.

Sheets of metal bounce off arcane shielding, a velocity toeing the thin line between cryptic sensors implanted within plates of armor and a non-lethal implication. Power wasted against harmless rounds, a barrage completely draining the Judge’s defensive measures forcing him back into the cabin.

Judge Hoppe makes her observation through gritted teeth. “Gods above that gun…”

“I will attempt to incapacitate the vehicle.” Judge Murphy interrupts, loading in a fresh stripper clip of lethal shotgun rounds into the receiver within the tight space.

An objection to possible lethal measures, the woman speaking up. “But sir, the suspect is wanted aliv…”

A fully automatic burst of gunfire from a rifle caliber battle rifle cracks through armor, the whistling screech of one penetrating shot slamming through a small weak point ending the conversation. Barely missing Judge Hoppe’s position, a centered mind merely swears under her breath.

“Keep the vehicle steady.” Judge Murphy informs, pulling himself back out.

Ironsights align with tires, a blistering speed and uneven terrain between demanding a near miracle shot. Deep breath taken, the visible form of gang members shifting fifty feet away preparing a reposting shot against his own.

It arrives.

From the south: a streak of plasma sunders the night sky, a liquified anti-armor round annihilating the front end of the suspect vehicle.