R3 Bradley sword

The Man dematerialized, gone in an eyeblink, and the thump of shoes on the stairstep behind him, the smell of his crisp suit--that was the only way he knew what had happened before his flesh started to unzip. An ultraclean, almost bloodless cut six inches deep into his shoulder, front to back.

"Hmph. I'd meant to cut your arm off." The Man took his sword and twirled it like a rapier. The metal railing fell to slivers around him. Masterful, knightly swordplay. Hale himself could not see the strokes of the blade. "You're as hardy as I was told, Saxton Hale."

Hale merely flexed. The muscle fibers squeezed together with deep sea pressure, allowing the ligaments and tendons to stitch together rapidly. Australian trick. "You've heard of me?"

"Merely the basics. Who you are, what you are. That I must destroy you."

"Hell, that's all you need."