Catches alien bullets

The cold air of the street licked her skin and Muse groaned her approval.
An explosion transformed a line of twenty windows to Ryn’s side into glittering shards of glass. She snapped her hand up and caught the bullet in her palm before it could tear the asura’s body in half.
The force threw Ryn and she adjusted her stance. Concrete scraped underfoot. It kicked her four yards before she regained traction. Smoke poured out of her open palm, which was on fire, and she clutched in her right hand a dense, alien metal intended to murder gods.
Her gaze zeroed in on the distant smoking speck of the rifle’s barrel.
“Stay.” Ryn eased Muse into the crevice of a storefront, concealed from the sniper. He fired a second time, air pulsing from the bullet’s passing—it would have broken through both sides of a bank vault, but instead the unearthly metal struck Ryn’s palm and flattened.
The force only kicked her back half as far, but the shockwave ripped the doors from four cars and whisked them down the street. Car alarms went off up and down the avenue and the streetlights had shattered, casting the neighborhood into darkness.
Muse clutched her bleeding ears and shouted, too loud, “Shit, what is that!”
“A dead man.” Ryn vaulted to the wall, gripped brickwork, and ascended to the rooftops.


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