Wrecks Callidus Assassin

And there it was. The human's ankle wobbled on a chunk of loose stone-an imbalance so small that mortals would have missed it. But living death had its advantages, Obyron supposed. Quick as a striking snake, his scythe came down, driving straight through the assassins leg and pinning it to the floor. In the same instant, the doomsday cannons fired, drenching the sky with actinic light as the wreck below was obliterated.
Releasing his grip on the scythe, Obyron switched his oculars to wavelengths far beneath the visible, and surged forwards onto the assassin. Blinded by the artillery's fury, the creature was helpless to avoid his backhanded swipe, and fell to the deck with its chest half flattened. Obyron slowed his chronosense, allowing himself the briefest instant to savor his victory before bringing heel down to onto the assassins head. A second stamp saw the skull crack, and a third smashed it flat in a gush of blood.

Severed