Beside the Paladin floated Saint Jin, the Cyber-Monk. The guy was a horrifying fusion of traditional martial arts and aggressive, high-tier cybernetics. Neon-green data streams pulsed through the wires spliced into his flesh, and a heavy metal halo rotated slowly behind his shaved head, emitting a sharp, lethal hum.
Thousands of tiny, red targeting lasers suddenly cut through the dark purple smog. They shot down from the dreadnoughts, converging perfectly on the tiny, insignificant speck of black leather standing on the rusted dock.
Sebastian sighed, rolling his neck. His joints popped loudly, the dense, biological steel of his vertebrae settling into place. He hated lasers. They always ruined the mood.
"ANOMALY!"
