The Language of Steel

Actions over words.

Carla Daniel did not bother opening her mouth.

There was no need for such a elaborate formality to reason with an arrogant terrorist.

Her modified body, practically a biological weapon in itself, and the steel armor wrapped around her limbs spoke for her instead.

“Whoops, you’re quite impatient!”

Guhme’s body twisted bizarrely. As if his biological structure was mutating in real time, the space where his body had been just a moment ago was now empty air.

The Patrol Officer’s Iron Fist pierced the air with a terrifying sonic boom. But there was no way it would end there.

The small propulsion ports at the lower section of the exoskeleton, linked to her neural interface, opened and sprayed heat.

The forward-leaning momentum twisted, drawing a new trajectory. Her fully extended arm swung to the opposite side.

Her forearm, equipped with a hydraulic impact core, pulled back once with explosive pressure before immediately delivering a Strike...