The transit car was a metal coffin, and the three golden headed angels were the morticians.
They didn't waste time with warnings.
They didn't ask for surrender.
They moved with a terrifying, synchronized grace that made the cramped interior of the transit box feel like a slaughterhouse.
One of the faceless constructs pivoted, its metallic arm blurring as it drove a three pronged spear toward Megan's chest.
"Move!" Raven shouted, throwing his shoulder into Megan and slamming her against the opposite wall just as the spear punched through the metal where she had been standing a second before.
The tip embedded itself an inch deep into the steel plate, humming with a high pitched, golden vibration.
"They're too fast!" Kael roared, drawing his sword, but the confined space made the long blade clumsy and useless.
He tried to duck under an incoming strike, but the angel's fist, a solid block of rusted Vanguard steel, caught his shield and sent him flying into the back of the car.
