We got him. We got the bastard.
-Washington D.C. Chief of Police Paul Huxton after raiding Ryan Bellows's compound, October 31st, 2212 CE
NO MORE KIDS.
Pyra leaped over the desk, barreling towards the nearest Hunter Guard at a speed faster than the naked eye could comprehend. She pointed her palm at his helmet, releasing a thunderbolt so powerful it shattered his visor and sheared cleanly through his skull, stopped only by the bridge's far wall.
No more prisoners.
She danced out of a bullet's trajectory, frying its sender without a second thought. Racing towards a third Hunter Guard, she jabbed her finger into the place where his helmet connected with his chest plate. He twitched violently but did not cry out, falling to the ground in slow motion.
No more guards.
Pyra whirled, spotting the last Hunter Guard in the room dashing for cover behind an overturned desk, too slowly. She shot a thunderbolt at the woman, knowing she'd scored a fatal blow even before it landed.