Everybody Was Slo-Mo Fighting

Tendons tightened.

Hands balled into fists.

His weight shifted.

He was ready to spring into action. His legs were screaming springs.

The suit performed a rapid system check, flashing words too quick to read on Kerr's LENS. One by one, his muscles tensed and relaxed.

Calves. Quads. Biceps. Back. Shoulders. Stomach. Chest.

Each muscle burned with potential energy.

Kerr's nostrils constricted and his lips pressed together. Thousands of microscopic oxites tumbled into his bloodstream. Kerr no longer felt the need to breathe.

Drugs surged into his brain. Endorphins fired. Switches flipped.

He felt good.

He felt unstoppable.

Time slowed as a flurry of activity hijacked his mind.

Everything was brighter. Crisper. Louder.

Kerr could almost taste ever passing moment. It was time to move, Move, MOVE!

All systems are a go for launch.

Braun held a frozen smile, teeth parted. He was started to say something, but Kerr couldn't wait.

Go, go, GO!

His peripheral vision absorbed the position of everything around him. He was surrounded. Braun ahead. Blanc right. Neither with gun drawn.

His real problem was Murphy and Johansson. Both had their guns trained on him. Johansson had a look of glee on his face. He seemed eager to get off a few shots.

These were trained soldiers. His movements would bring an instant response. Even with time "slowed" he couldn't dodge bullets.

The suit was bulletproof, but bullets would still knock him around. How long until somebody got a head shot and ended all of this? He felt very exposed.

He realized the voice in his head was being generated by the suit, "Enough talk, puny human. Let's break some faces!"

Kerr moved on Braun in a blur of motion. He grabbed him by the shoulders spun him around, using him as a shield. His soldiers held their fire, not wanting to hit their commander. Instead, they ran toward him in slow-motion.

Kerr's kicked up with his knee, burying deep in Braun's stomach.

Another message from the suit flashed on his LENS.

INCOMING...

Kerr's eyes widened. A dark shape was coming from the right. It was Hendrikson. He rocketed toward Kerr with a combat knife in his hands. He was fast! Everyone appeared to be moving through water, but not Hendrikson.

Kerr realized with horror that he was up against a super soldier. He had a Jump Suit, too.

Kerr fell sideways, repositioning Braun just before Hendrikson slammed into them both. The knife swung wide, trying to strike behind the colonel. Kerr continued to roll, pulling both Braun and Hendrikson with him. As he landed, he planted both feet and kicked.

The voice in his head chirped, "Judo move #1… Executed."

His legs fired like pistons, launching Braun and Hendrikson into the air like dolls.

Kerr planted his palms and pushed off. A twisting cat, he landed at the ready. The suit augmented his movements.

"Rising cat… Executed."

Johansson rolled onto the ground, getting into a better firing position. Murphy was lifting his gun to get a lock. Major Blanc was pivoting her gun.

Kerr smiled. He wouldn't be in the same place by the time they could fire.