Bullets.
Shells.
Energy pulses.
Unstable Entropic Blasts.
Attacks came from all directions, thundering toward Damian. He stood still, arm raised, radiating a silver brilliance for a single breath...and then flickered out of existence.
He vanished into the storm of oncoming attacks, his body absorbing the impact of the first few that struck him. Moments later, he reappeared away from the focal point of the barrage. After going invisible, he simply began walking, calmly, watching as an empty plot of land was utterly obliterated by the Enforcers' relentless assault.
He could have borrowed Kitsuul's terrifying energy to phase through the attacks, but he hadn't even needed to. They weren't strong enough to concern him.
His eyes remained cold as he scanned the faces of Enforcer Commander Elizabeth and the many others spread throughout the region.
They hadn't participated in the Guardians' crimes directly, but they hadn't done anything to stop them either.
