In front of Delaney rose an unbreakable line of wraiths, crackling and cackling. Sloan aimed for the center of the ranks to punch a hole or fifty. Before she could, a vicious cyclone flashed from the sky and touched down like thunder on the line. The swirling maelstrom tore across the street, slicing through wraiths in a wave of cloaks and pixels. As it reached the curb, the tornado dissipated and Winnipeg landed in its place, lashing out an arm to decapitate a wayward wraith before going airborne and ricocheting off a random floating polygon to pirouette toward the other side of the street, vivisecting wraiths with undetectable katana strikes in the most anime display of skill Sloan had ever seen.

(Chapter 3)