With the Rocket suit’s speed and the short distance, I might as well have teleported.
If he were anything like the Xiniti I’d fought, he would have still been able to avoid me anyway, but instead, he stumbled sideways, still faster than a scooter, but not faster than I flew.
I punched him and he hit the ground, turning and pointing his arms at me as if to fire his weapons. Except the weapons didn’t fire. There wasn’t even a spark.
My implant offered a choice: “What is your priority? Disable weaponry or continued disorientation.” Continue reading Stage Three: Part 11