Liquid Power
East Izhvahni Solidarity Movement Headquarters, Shaj'yanz Foothills, Izhvahan
Xu
They came in a mass, howling and utterly, suicidally driven.
Xu shot down the first two, letting her antipathy field collapse as soon as she noticed they weren't affected by it. It took her entire magazine to finish them, and by the end of that inefficient expenditure, she was down to her bayonets with how little time she was given to reload.
"Advance!" Xu shouted, raising her voice above the weapons fire as bullets fell harmlessly off her shields. Automatic weapons fire and infused bullets had failed to penetrate the amount of qi she was putting through her Rabbit XIII shielding, and that was only because Xu had qi for years after her apotheosis.
Anyone behind her would have lost shielding midway through one of the twenty-round magazines of the Northern-made automatic rifles Xu recognized by their tinny sounds echoing off the tunnel walls.