She wore a simple black turtleneck and tactical cargo pants, but strapped to her left arm was the massive, heat-radiating obsidian kite shield Vahn had forged for her. In her right hand, she held a gleaming short-sword. She was breathing heavily, a slight cut on her cheek, but her silver-grey eyes were locked in absolute, predatory focus.
"Target secured," Sia barked, stepping into the room and adopting a flawless defensive stance. Behind her, in the hallway, the pulverized remains of two Slag Hounds slowly dissolved into blue pixels. "Commander. Sovereign City is entirely overrun. The military police are routed. I tracked your neural coordinates through the guild registry before the servers collapsed."
"Efficient," Vahn noted, a faint smile touching his lips.
