[...The surrounding ambient light from the nearby buildings reflects off his face and hands in a manner that gives him an eerie iridescence as he begins to accelerate toward the ground and the unsuspecting group of men below.]
On the ground the only sign of what is about to happen was the nearly inaudible whistle of the air coursing past Render’s body as he came careening out of the night sky down onto two of the four men. The sound of shattering bones and tactical gear is almost completely stifled by what sounded like a one thousand pound ingot of steel crashing into the concrete of the sidewalk.
Ears ringing from the sound of the impact, the two remaining men are startled into confusion. They are United States Elite Guardsmen dressed in urban drab and armed with subcompact machine guns. They take aim towards the windows above them attempting to get a location on their assailants.
“Fuck! Daniels, where the hell did that come from?!?! Where the heck are they?!?”
Daniels, far too calm for the situation peers upwards to the skyline scanning the windows of the building for whoever attacked them and almost instinctively, responds to the other soldier without taking his eyes or mind off the situation.
“Not they. He. He is the whole reason why we’re in this shit situation anyway…”
As the two soldiers continue to search the windows above, the sound of metal scraping concrete can be heard as Render slowly lifts himself off the decimated bodies of the two fallen soldiers and out of the crater in the sidewalk he created. His dark jeans and long sleeved tee are torn in various places and are matted to him where blood bonds them to his metallic body.
Render focuses his mind on aluminum and bounds towards one of the soldiers while he was still focused on the windows above. Upon impact into the soldier’s midsection, Render hears his teeth clack and the dry huff of all the air suddenly escaping his lungs as the two of them meet the pavement. He releases a small volley of heavy punches into the face of the soldier shortly before hearing the racket and ricochets of bullets being fired at him and bouncing off of his back.
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